Background: This story is set in the 28th century. Rejuvenation is common,
and is used not only to extend life but as a punishment for criminal behavior.
Melody is a fifty year old woman who was convicted of embezzlement last October.
She was sentenced to three cycles from 6 to 12 years old. Like all convicted
criminals, she is spending her first cycle(s) in the custody of 'spanko' parents,
who are authorized, even encouraged to spank her as often as possible, AS
WELL AS often as she deserves...
— Lurking Dragon
Johnny's Birthday
July 23, 2749
Part 58 of Melody's Stories
Melody eagerly awaited Johnny's return from his birthday party. She wished she could've gone, but the party was being hosted by his new Cub Scout Pack, to welcome their famous new member to the Sentient Scouts. And since most of the kids in the new pack were Kindern, they had no business interacting with a Penitatas like her. So Melody would be celebrating Johnny's birthday with his folks at his home, instead. And she was a little nervous about the surprise she had in store for him. (And an earlier surprise for both of them, too...though she didn't know about that part, of course).
So Johnny arrived home from the party, and went upstairs to change out of his suit. And after he came back down, he and Melody and Mary (Mel's mom) and Paul Carlos (Johnny's current Dad), Ellen, of course, and finally The Admiral herself all sat down to open Johnny's presents.
A couple of those presents were a bit of a surprise...Tonga Merriwether and Dong Nguyen had BOTH sent Johnny 1/72 scale models of Delasian raider ships, like the ones that had destroyed the Resolute. Obviously, Johnny had requested the models from his friends...
Melody would have been even more surprised that identical models had been Johnny's present to the other two children on *their* birthdays...
Melody was beginning to psyche herself up to go change, in order to give Johnny the 'special' present her Mom had suggested when the doorbell rang. Startled, Mel looked at her mother, who just grinned, as Rebecca Devine told her startled son "Well, go answer the door, John. I think it's for you..."
When Johnny opened the door, he was very startled to see a grim-looking five-year-old girl glaring at him. A very familiar five-year-old girl named Jane Smythe...with her grinning mother standing behind her.
At first, the sight shook even Johnny's aplomb. Then he noted that Jane's hands were clasped in front of her...not much choice there, since she was wearing KidCuffs...clasped around the handle of her Spanking Susie Special Spanking Hairbrush...
And then Johnny noted Jane's rather outre attire. She was wearing a short, thin, sleeveless red dress, made out of thin, cheap material— obviously, something she was only meant to wear once. But the red fabric was decorated with birthday cakes, noisemakers, and wrapped presents— and belted with a bright pink ribbon around her waist, tied behind her in a big bow...
She looked like a birthday present....
Grinning, Johnny stepped aside and motioned the frowning child into the house. Jane crackled as she walked in on her bare feet. Crackled??? Then Johnny glanced over at his mother.
"Well, Johnny, what kind of a seventh birthday would this be without a birthday spanking or two? Only, under the circumstances, we didn't think it appropriate for the birthday boy to get spanked..."
Johnny addressed Jane, grinning "From your dress, Janey, and that hairbrush, am I to assume that you are here to take my place as, shall we say, the designated spankee, as a...special present?"
Glancing back at her mother, Janey sighed and said "Yes, Johnny. Since it's your birthday, and since I'm such a very, very naughty little Penitatas who can't learn to behave herself, I'm here to go over your lap for a good, sound spanking on my naughty little bare bottom. It's my present to you on your birthday."
Johnny grinned, wondering just how much spanking it had taken to pull that well-rehearsed performance out of the resentful, naughty little girl. "Well, I shall certainly enjoy spanking your naughty little bottom far more than I would enjoy getting spanked, even seven swats plus one to grow on...thank you, Jane. Shall we go over to the couch and get started?"
Jane sighed and plodded over to the living room couch, crackling and crinkling as she walked. Mary got the family holo-camera ready—Jeff would certainly be wanting to see this!
Johnny turned to Mrs. Smythe and asked "Seven swats plus one to grow on, Ma'am? Or, hopefully, some multiple of that standard formula?"
"This isn't really a birthday spanking, Johnny. It's more of a birthday present, which I hope you enjoy. Just spank the little brat until you feel she's had enough—then smack her some more!!"
Smiling at the carte-blanche he'd just been given, Johnny bounced (like all seven-year-olds, Johnny was blessed with an incredible overabundance of energy—and unlike Melody or other Penitatas, was granted almost unrestricted opportunity to express it) over to the couch and plopped himself down in the very center, his back pressed up against the cushions, which made his little legs stick straight out. Perhaps he would do better on a straight-backed chair, which would force poor little Jane to bend far more sharply over his knees. But, since he'd been promised a chance to give Janey a nice, LONG spanking, he'd chosen the couch. At five, Jane was considerably smaller than Johnny, but still heavy enough to become quite uncomfortable, if her full weight was held over the boy's lap for long enough. Better to be more comfortable, Johnny thought...
Then, as Jane climbed up onto the couch and began to crawl over the birthday boy's lap, Jane's mother handed Johnny one of the end pillows, suggesting that he "put this under the brat's hips, to lift her rump up higher. That will give you a bit better access to all her naughty little bottom...and don't forget her thighs, too!!"
Sniffling at her Mommy's comments, Jane pulled herself up and over the pillow Johnny held firmly over his right thigh, crackling all the way. Soon the seat of her thin skirt was centered in perfect position.
First Johnny untied the bow around his 'present's' waist, pulling it out from under Janie's slim body and setting it aside, out of the way. Then Johnny reached for the hem of Janey's short skirt. Finally he'd find out what was causing that confounded crackling noise!! With one smooth tug, Johnny rucked up the thin skirt well up Jane's back...
And burst out laughing!! Instead of panties, Janey's little bottom was covered with paper. Wrapping paper!! Except for being blue, the paper almost exactly duplicated the birthday pattern of her dress. The paper had been carefully cut to fit between the child's legs, then wrapped around her groin and hips like a diaper. Johnny noted that the edges of the paper were carefully rolled under and taped, to prevent paper cuts. And the sides had been taped together with 'Scotch'(*) tape where they met at her sides. And, for the final touch, slits had been cut all around the waist, through which another, thinner pink ribbon had been threaded—to be tied in a a second bright bow in the small of the child's back.
Her little bottom had also been wrapped up like a birthday present!!
Which was certainly appropriate, Johnny thought, as he gently tugged on the free ribbon end, slowly untying the bright pink bow, since, in a way, her little bottom WAS his birthday present...
Once the bow was untied, Johnny drew it gently out of its improvised 'belt loops' and set it aside. Janey was gently sobbing in humiliation as her behind was slowly and deliberately unwrapped...
But then, to everyone's surprise, Johnny proceeded to quickly tear the paper off of the child's hips, like a seven-year-old kindern all too impatient to get at a new toy. This was all the more surprising since Johnny had opened each of his other presents with precise deliberation, removing the wrapping paper almost intact....
"Oh, my!" Johnny said, gently patting Jane's bare little bottom. "I seem to have torn your wrapping paper, little present. I suppose that means you will have to go home with your well-spanked little bottom all bare, doesn't it..." The adults—and Melody and Ellen—all burst out into giggles and laughter as the reason for Johnny's atypical behavior came to light...
But now the soon-to-be-second grader was now ready to begin playing with his new bare-bottom present, raised his small palm, and with a sharp SMACK to Jane's bare right bottom-cheek, began to slap and spank the tender young bottom pushed up high over his right knee by the firm throw-pillow underneath it. Jane was soon sniffing and sobbing as Johnny's small, eager hand spanked her little tushie again and again....
But Johnny WAS only a little boy, himself, and his small palm wasn't nearly up to the task of disciplining such a naughty little girl as Janey Smythe, so all too soon, (in Jane's opinion), (though later than the Adult's had expected), Johnny was reaching out with his left hand and relieving Jane of her hard-gripped hairbrush...
The little Spanking Susie Special Spanking Hairbrush was very, very small and lightweight; for a moment, Johnny regretted that he hadn't been provided a proper grown-up hairbrush to use on the wicked little minx over his knees. But, he had to admit, the little toy brush fit his small palm far better than a full-sized implement, and would prove far more comfortable in his own stinging palm.
He supposed he'd just have to make up the difference by spanking the little vixen that much longer. And so the stern seven-year-old raised the little brush and began Jane's hairbrush-spanking with a crisp SWAT to the very center—of her right thigh!!
Jane howled as the light brush stung the so-far-unspanked-but-oh-so- tender flesh of her thinly-padded upper leg. And squealed like a little pig as a matching swat reddened the skin of her left thigh...
And Johnny was off and spanking. With rapid, firm swats he marched up both of Jane's little legs, spent a number of extra swats on the child's tenderest flesh, where those thighs arched up and out into her bottom, then continued up onto the prime, and already spanked-tender flesh of Jane's prime spank-spot, out onto the broader expanse of little Jane's tender nates, then finished the rapid-fire series of spanks with a thorough swatting right across Jane's little crack....
Jane howled and bawled, her little bottom already a bright, hot pink from the rapid flurry of spanks all over its tender surface. Then she subsided into sobs and whines as Johnny paused—only paused—to rest his small arm for a moment, simply patting the back of the light chochona wood on Jane's bare bottom for a moment.
Then Johnny raised the brush and repeated the entire spanking, exactly as before, starting with Jane's right thigh and ending with a solid dose right across the cleavage between her bottom-cheeks.
Her fanny now definitely red, Jane was howling and wiggling long before her second dose of bottom-medicine was complete. Indeed, her legs were kicking so violently, Johnny asked Melody to please come hold the naughty child's ankles, to help keep her under control.
Once Melody was in place (which also, by the way, gave her a very good viewing angle of Jane's red bottom), Johnny commenced a third pass all over Janey bare bottom. Only this time, he reversed his first two patterns, starting with a dozen stingers across Jane's crack, moving to the broadest part of the child's bottom. and then winding up with yet another thorough reddening of Jane's tender red-hot thighs.
Now Jane's bottom was a bright crimson from just below the small of her back to a few centimeters above her knees, from her right hip to the left-center of her left bottom-cheek. "Spread her legs, Melody. I think our Miss Smythe would benefit from a thorough reddening of the insides of her thighs..."
Melody blanched a bit, but obediently spread Jane's ankles far apart, forcing the child's thighs to separate, and provide Johnny with a fresh, tender, and almost un-spanked canvass for the Study in Crimson he was painting onto the wicked child's tender flesh.
Jane howled as Johnny slapped up the inside of her tender left thigh, applied several crisp swats to the already-thoroughly reddened base of the child's bottom, then continued down the inside of her right thigh, although this required that Johnny turn his wrist and spank at a very awkward angle....
"Almost done, Janey" proclaimed the birthday boy. "Just one more good dose...Melody, help me roll Jane a bit, away from me. I want to even up her bottom a bit, and I can't get at her left bottom-cheek and hip properly...."
With a bit of help, Jane was repositioned, and her left outer bottom spanked into crimson matching her earlier-disciplined right flank.
And then Johnny let Mrs. Smythe help her daughter up and off his lap, and then over to the living room corner, where she would spend the next ten minutes standing still, holding up her thin dress, so that Johnny could enjoy the sight of her red bottom, and the sound of her helpless sobbing...
As Johnny enjoyed the amusing sight of Jane's corner time, Melody was taken into the bathroom to change and get ready for Johnny's last birthday surprise of the evening...
Soon, Mrs. Smythe gathered her daughter...and Ellen, since it was well past the time for the almost two-year-old's afternoon nap...and took them home with her. Ellen would be delivered to her father for her nap... Melody and her mother weren't quite done at Johnny's...
"Thank you, Mother, and Father!! Thank you for a most enjoyable birthday celebration!! I do so enjoy giving that little monster a good dose of what she so thoroughly deserves!! There's a naughty little Penitatas who deserves, and NEEDS, just as much spanking as she can take!! And maybe a bit more than that!"
Melody certainly couldn't skip an entry line like that, so she walked straight into the room and said "But I'm also a Penitatas, Johnny. I-I need a lot of spanking too."
Startled, Johnny turned and looked at Melody. Who was now dressed almost exactly as Jane had been dressed—like a living birthday present. She was standing at the foot of the stairs, head down, holding her sister's specially-made Chochona wood baby-paddle clasped in both hands...
Melody began to slowly walk towards her friend and mentor.
She crackled...
Melody sniffled as she spent the requisite time facing the corner after giving Johnny his second extra-special birthday present. Her spanking hadn't been anywhere near as long, or as hard, as Janey's. But it had still been plenty enough to sting and burn her poor little bottom!!
She'd been touched, though, when Johnny had unwrapped her bottom oh, so carefully, after getting her dress up, slipping off her ribbon-belt, then carefully tearing through the tape at her two hips, in order to remove her 'wrapping' as carefully as any of his other presents. "I plan to keep this, Melody, as a souvenir of this wonderful present you're giving me. Even if it isn't entirely your idea..." The boy had carefully folded the paper, and set it aside with its ribbon.
Of course, if Johnny was keeping her paper panties as a souvenir, then Melody would also be returning home with nothing but a paper-thin dress covering her well-spanked bare bottom...
"Now, Melody, you certainly aren't a wicked little brat like Janey!!" SWAT!! <Yeow!! went Melody...> "But you are a little Penitatas, and I'm afraid that means that I am going to have to give you a jolly good smack-bottom. So you'll just have to grin and bear it...oh, SPLAT!! <Owww!> sorry, Mel, I guess I've already bared 'it' for you..."
And, with that terrible pun, Melody's spanking was underway. And by the time she'd been let up off of her best-friend's lap, and sent to the corner, Melody was a well-spanked little girl. Just nowhere near as well-spanked as Janey!!
But Johnny's surprise wasn't over—as he now realized that, sometime during Melody's spanking, Mary had left...turning to his own Mum, he asked her, and was told that "No, dear, Melody will be spending the night. We thought you might like a sleepover. But it's getting quite late, and I think the two of you are quite grubby enough to require baths before supper, so come along, children..."
Melody was terribly embarrassed to be undressed before her hero. Even if the boy had been spanking her bare fanny a few minutes earlier!!
But it was Johnny who turned a bright crimson, as he undressed for his own bath...he was far less used to being naked in front of other children. Indeed, it had been hard enough for him to get used to being bare in front of his own Mum, again, although he certainly understood the reasoning—at six, he was simply too young to bathe or care for himself any more. Seven, now....
And so the two children were popped into the tub together for their bath, which was quite thorough. To Melody's surprise, even Johnny had acquired a modicum of grime to be removed—though he still didn't seem to actively attract dirt, the way she did!!
Once clean the two children were dressed in some of Johnny's pajamas, which were a bit small on Melody. (One of the things that made Johnny more embarrassed was the fact that Melody was quite a bit taller than he was—an inevitable result of the fact that she was almost nine months older...)
And then they went down for supper (by themselves, of course, as the adults wouldn't eat until eight-thirty). Roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, and then it was time for bed...
Back in Johnny's room, his mother Rebecca turned down his bed. Johnny was a bit surprised that she hadn't gotten out a sleeping bag, or a futon, or something for Melody. Surely, they weren't...
"Get into bed, Johnny. Melody will be joining you shortly." The admiral seated herself on the top of Johnny's toy chest (which contained all of Johnny's toys—the room was picked up and immaculate, of course). "Melody, I'm afraid your Mum wanted me to put you to bed with a red bummy tonight. You are still a Penitatas, you know...besides, we want Johnny to have a good excuse for cuddling you tonight. Sometimes my boy is a bit too reserved for his own good!! So come here, young lady, and get down those Jammies and knickers..."
And so Melody soon found her still-tender bare bottom re-igniting in flames as Admiral Devine spanked it back into a blazing ball of fire. As Mel danced around the room, trying to pat out the burn in her bottom, she wondered how in the world the Admiral had managed to impart so much burn, so fast—using only her hand!!!
Sheesh! No WONDER Johnny was so well-behaved!!
But soon Melody was re-pantied and pajama-ed, and found herself being tucked into bed next to her beloved Johnny Devine. It would be hard to say which child was more embarrassed...of course, at seven, there was no question on impropriety, but still, co-ed sleepovers were hardly the rule for rejuves, especially a Penitatas. But, as his mother had expected, Melody's tears and sore bottom soon had Johnny cuddling and comforting her. And the two children fell asleep in each other's arms, as Admiral Devine quietly engaged the delta inducer built into Johnny's headboard....
There might not have been any physical possibility of anything happening, but why take the chance?
