Reforming Little Anya (2 page)

“Doctor, you’ve read her journal, you know the antics she’s committed,”
Kelly told him.
“And, consider her plans for the village. Now, my hope is to create a lovely inn that will blend nicely into your community. As for Jessica, the resort she’ll propose will mean the end of this place, everything paved over and essentially ruined. This goes way beyond some clowning around. I mean, come on, talk about ‘do no harm.’”

“Mrs. O’Brian makes a good point, Hugo. Look at it this way: Miss Alban’s soul is in need of healing, and Kelly’s suggestion might just be the ‘medicine’ the young lady needs.”

Hugo paced about his office, clearly torn as to what to do. He turned to Kelly.
“Well, what about the home, do you think they’ll go along with this?”

Kelly nodded.
“Yes, I called and spoke to Misha and Viktor. My company has been supporting them for years, for which they’re very grateful, and I explained what Jessica has done and what she was planning to do. Not only would her resort ruin the town, she was going to push the board to stop funding the home.”

“Oh, my!”
Nurse Klinski squeaked.
“Doctor, think of all those girls with no one to care for them, no one to help them live up to their full potential.”

“Remember also the legend of your mountain, Doctor. If Jessica were to sway the board to do as she wants, you will need that army of Czech knights, and St. Wenceslas, to protect you. Well, think of us as agents of St. Wenceslas.”

“Hmmm, I always did want to be a knight. Yes, you’re right,”
Hugo said, nodding.
“All right, we’ll do it.”

* * *

Jessica was beginning to think she was dead and in hell, as things just kept going badly for her. No matter how loudly she yelled at these medical morons, she couldn’t convince them that she wasn’t Anya. Searching her room, she eventually learned that her clothes had been burned in the blast. She was actually glad, for once, that she had to wear a padded bra; it had protected her chest (as minimal as it was, developmentally) from the fire. None of her personal items were there, and trying to use the phone was pointless; she didn’t have the number of the inn where she thought Kelly would be, and the local operator didn’t speak English, so placing a long distance call to America was out.

No, her only hope was somehow contacting the American Embassy. Then, long about noon on the third day, ‘Dr. Moron’ and ‘Nurse Dimwit’ again paid her a visit. The doctor had spoken to the Russian Embassy. Anya had no other living relatives, and the authorities had no interest in her. So, sending her to a Czech Girls’ Home was a perfectly viable option. She just sighed and sat on the bed, barely following his pidgin English.

“Anya, you go to girls’ home now, they care for you, understand? People often come, may help you go university, get job, maybe even go to America.”

Jessica’s eyes popped open in shock. It took a bit of deducting, but there was one clue: ‘university.’ They were sending her to some sort of
youth shelter!
Jumping to her feet, she snatched up her chart. It was in Czech, so she couldn’t read most of it, but there were certain things lined up in boxes that made a sort of sense. Her name was listed as Anya Holstein, that much she already knew, and her age as
eighteen.

Holy cow, they think I’m a teen just out of high school!
She opened her mouth to again complain, but then froze.
Wait a minute; a girls’ home will be easy to escape from.

A plan began to form in her mind. Step one: escape, two: haul ass to the inn where she and Kelly were staying. If Kelly wasn’t there, get to Prague. Wait another minute; she didn’t know where it was! She should have paid attention on the drive to this Podunk town. She revised her plan: get a map, then escape, and then, if necessary, get to Prague by… walking, taxi, train? That would depend on what she learned about the area. Then, once in Prague, she’d get to the embassy and get home!

She looked up at the doctor and smiled, and gave him the old ‘bat the eyes innocently’ routine. “Yes, Doctor Moron.”

Jessica almost burst out laughing when he smiled back, took her chart, and patted her on the head.
What an idiot!

“Nurse, would you handle the discharge paperwork on her?”
he said.

She nodded.
“Of course, sir.”

He began writing on the chart.
“Oh, and be sure she gets the nutrient supplement. Jessica might be quite the devilish ‘child,’ as Mrs. O’Brian said, but she’s still our patient. The poor thing is so thin; I can’t imagine how bad her diet has been.”

“Well, the home has its own garden with lots of good fresh food. They’ll get her plump and healthy in no time,”
Nurse Klinski replied.

“True. Oh, and I’ll make note of her language troubles. The director of the home, Viktor, and his assistant, Misha, speak English, so they can teach her our language,”
he said, and handed her the chart. “Bye, Anya, you be good girl.”

Kissing her on the cheek, he left, and the nurse got out the clothes the home had sent over. Jessica rolled her eyes. Yeah, it was a cute outfit: short little dress, white cotton panties, and socks and sneakers. Nurse Klinski took Jessica by the hand and pulled her up to stand next to the bed.

“Come on, let’s get you checked over and dressed,”
she said with a smile, as she started to remove Jessica’s hospital gown.

She slapped the nurse’s hand. “Paws off, bitch! I can dress myself.”

* * *

Ivana Klinski was a very kind and caring person; that’s why she became a nurse. She was not prone to angry outbursts, and she didn’t speak English. But she had learned a few words recently from some tourists. She knew
that
word, that it had two meanings—one was a female dog, but the other was not. She didn’t appreciate a willful young lady using it in that context and striking her! So, without another word, she acted.

Sitting on the bed, she pulled Jessica over her lap. Holding her tight with her left arm, she raised her right hand high, and brought it down hard and fast.

Smack!
A large red handprint appeared on Jessica’s right cheek. A moment later, a matching one was added to the left. After that, Ivana set up quite the rapid pattern of spanks.

* * *

Jessica was shocked. Never in her life had she been treated so. By the age of six, she’d had her dad wrapped around her little finger, and
never
been disciplined in any way, even a timeout. This not only hurt, it was also humiliating. Not only was she over this idiot’s lap being spanked like a child, but her feet barely touched the floor, her hands were nowhere near it, and the door was open! Anyone passing in the hall got a great view of her nearly bare behind quickly getting red.

“Unhand me, you mental pygmy,” she shouted. “I am not a child, and I will not be treated this way—ouch!”

“You are a very naughty and willful child, and that will change, starting now,”
Ivana scolded, not letting up for a moment.

Between their mutual shouts and the sounds of the spanking, it wasn’t long before quite a few of the staff came to see what was going on. They all snickered and moved on, and Ivana kept spanking. Jessica struggled to get free, but her small stature made that impossible. Her attempt at blocking led to Ivana pinning her hands behind her back. Finally, Jessica decided to exercise the better part of valor.

“Okay, okay, I be good,” she said, parroting the broken English she’d heard them use.

Ivana gave her a few final hard smacks, and then stopped, but did not release her. Jessica grew concerned.
What is the bitch up to?
She strained her neck to see, and saw the nurse stretching to reach the table. She got a
rectal
thermometer, lubricated it, parted Jessica’s red cheeks, and slid it home.

“Whoa,” Jessica gasped, her eyes popping wide. “What the hell? Get that out of me!” she demanded, and started squirming.

“Be still,”
Ivana ordered, and gave her another hard spank.

“Ouch! Okay, okay, just hurry.”

Jessica’s face turned bright red; now she had four red cheeks. The humiliations just kept piling up. She made up her mind: When she got back to the States, she would see to it that this woman was fired. As the minutes ticked by, she could also see the nurse prepare a shot. Finally, close to five minutes later, she withdrew the thermometer. Jessica heaved a sigh of relief, and then jumped slightly as she felt something cold dab across her right cheek.

“What the—? Nooo, my arm, give me the shot in my arm! Not in the as—ouch!” she started to ask, then gasped and her jaw dropped as she felt the needle jab. “Why, you bitch, you’ll pay for that.”

Now she’d done it. It was clear the nurse had had enough. Pulling Jessica to her feet, she marched her into the bathroom, Jessica rubbing her stinging seat the whole way.

“I don’t know much English, but I know
that
word, and you, little lady, must learn to not call people that,”
she scolded.

Jessica was confused for a moment, but then, as Ivana soaped up a washcloth, the light bulb came on.

“Oh, crap! No way, no, you’re not—glub.”

She was cut off as Ivana stuffed the cloth into her wide open mouth. Jessica reached for it, but Ivana easily pinned her hands. She then seated herself on the closed toilet seat, sat Jessica on her lap, and clamped her legs around hers. Jessica wasn’t going anywhere. She tried to spit the cloth out, but Ivana’s hands were much bigger than hers; she held Jessica’s wrists with one and the cloth in place with the other.

“Now, you keep that in your mouth, little lady, or else,”
she ordered.

Jessica still didn’t understand a word, but the intent was clear, and she meekly nodded. Ivana then deftly spun Jessica around in her lap, bent her over her left thigh, and re-clamped her legs. Jessica gasped, even as her hospital gown slid down and off her body. She was now buck-naked and helpless!

Smack!
Ivana again spanked her. Jessica screamed into the soggy cloth, kicking her tiny feet in protest. On and on it went, until finally, Jessica broke. Between the pain, the humiliation and embarrassment, and the mouth-washing, she lost it and started sobbing. At this point, it now seemed the nurse was satisfied. She released Jessica and allowed her to spit out the cloth and rinse, and then led her by the ear and still naked back to the bed.

“Get dressed,”
she said, pointing at the clothes.

Again, Jessica understood, and she quickly put them on. Catching sight of herself in the mirror, she was taken aback. She truly looked about twelve or so; all she needed was a pink ribbon in her hair to complete the ensemble. As far as she was concerned, the sooner she got out of this hellhole, the better!

A throat-clearing at the door caught her attention and she turned, and gasped.

“Holy shi—cow! Who the hel—heck are you?”

A giant filled the doorway, at least that’s how it seemed to Jessica. The woman looked to be about eight feet tall to Jessica, and her rippling muscles suggested that she bench pressed Chevys for a living!

Chapter Two

“Ah, Misha, there you are,”
Ivana said with a smile.

“Yes, I certainly am,”
she replied, giving Ivana an even bigger smile.
“So, is this little Anya?”

“Yes, and let me tell you, she’s going to be a handful.”

Misha’s brow wrinkled.
“How so?”

Ivana launched into a full report on Jessica’s antics since she awoke. Misha stood and took it all in, gradually frowning as she cast her eyes up and down the small woman standing between them. It seemed the young American lady was going to be as much trouble as the Russians had been. Her grandfather had often spoken of the Soviets ‘liberating’ the country during World War II, forcing communism on the people, and then the big one, invading in 1968 to crush their first attempt at freedom! From what Kelly had told her, this woman would be worse for their town than a division of Soviet tanks. Still, Misha made herself a promise: She would treat Jessica decently, but firmly.

“Well, well, well, an ill-mannered girl with a foul mouth, eh? Not to worry, I believe in a loving hand that is also a strong one, and Kelly has given me a full report on her.”

Ivana grinned.
“Then I leave her in your
most
capable hand.”

Ivana left, and Misha turned her attention to Anya.

“So, you’re Anya Holstein, I am Misha Palicka, Palicka means pounder in English. As some of the girls at the home will tell you, I can ‘pound’ them when necessary, but only when they deserve it. You may call me Miss Palicka or ma’am.”

* * *

Jessica was taken aback; someone who was fluent in English, finally!

“Oh, thank God, someone I can actually talk to,” she said, heaving a huge sigh. “Look, lady, this is all a big misunderstanding. My name is…”

Misha stood and listened to her story. “Goodness, little one, what an active imagination you have. You should consider being a writer. Now, come along, we’ll get you to the home and settled into your new room. Ours is a small home, only two dozen girls, so you get your own room.”

“No! Oh, crap, what can I do to convince you I’m telling the truth?”

Misha grabbed Jessica by the arm and marched her out the door and down the hall. “Anya, the sooner you drop this silly story, the better for you.”

“Ohhh, brother, another idiot,” she grumbled.

Misha stopped and spun Jessica to face her. “Young lady, insults like that will earn you a double dose of the paddle! This is the first and last warning you’ll get about that.”