DISCLAIMER: The following story is a fictional group of random thought particles from the recesses of my mind. The setting of the series is based of the works of Lurking Dragon's Rejuve Universe in accordance with his writer's guide. This random stream of semi-conscience thought depicts a disciplinary spanking of a rejuvenated child. If this offends your carefully cultured sensibilities, or you have yet to reached the rank of major in what you think is society, then please recycle these electrons to save bandwidth sooner than possible. Editorial help provided by Timmythewiz and Pooka
—Rogue (whose existence has yet to be disproved)
Long day
Saturday, 18th of August 2773,
Part 3 of Pint-Sized Engineer
Rodger stood in front of his bureau. Still dressed in his sky blue Dr Dentons, he was looking through his new clothes, trying to decide what to wear. His mother had not let him sleep in, saying that they might as well start as they plan on continuing, and that sleeping in was not an option. That little boys who are not getting enough sleep can go to bed earlier; not stay in bed later. When with breakfast was out the way he had been sent up to get dressed for the day. Saturday was going to be his normal play it by ear, unstructured play day. With weekdays taken up by school, and Sunday; church and family time. But not today, his mother had informed him. He going to have a busy day, but she did not say anything about dressing nicely so he was free to wear what he wanted, although Rodger noted his wardrobe was all pre-approved. Then Rodger spotted an outfit the he hadn't felt comfortable wearing since his kindern days; blue and gray vertical striped early 20th century engineer's outfit. Though he noticed it was the shortalls version rather than the full overalls an adult would wear. He found a nice red T-shirt to go with it, and quickly got dressed. He was just tying the red bandanna scarf in place when his mother came into his room.
"Don't you look cute." she declared as she gave him a hug. "Right lets get you set up, and get your R.P.T. out of the way as early as possible," and went over to the little, school desk-like, work console that was installed in his room, and entered in some codes to prepare the Rejuvenated Placement Test for Rodger take.
Rodger took his seat, and looked the menu over, and decided to start with his strengths and go with the math test first. All the tests will start at kindern High School graduation level, and progressively get harder depending on how he answered, until they accurately gauge his ability, so that while he will be treated like the 8 year-old he is now in school, especially when it comes to exercises designed to regain lost muscle memory, the topic matter will be at a level where he is learning new things.
Melanie left her new son to his work, and headed downstairs to her study where a young Jalaxian Gunnery Sargent stood for her as she entered.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," she said as she crossed the room and took her seat at her desk. She quickly checked her console to make sure the connection that was monitoring Rodger's console work was functioning, before she noticed the marine was still standing.
"Please be seated, Gunnery Sargent Cait Sith, isn't it?"
He answered, "Yes Governor Murphie, Ma'am" as he retook his seat.
"Please relax, I try to keep things as informal as appropriate in my home, so please keep the honorifics down the minimum that you can still feel conformable with."
"Thank you Governor."
"Now Major Beerbohm recommended you, and while you have not worked on my personal detail before I remember seeing you work some of the state functions, so I'm not going to question your basic skills. But personal protection details vary with the principle, so my questions will focus around the needs of my son. Have you ever worked a protection detail for a minor before?"
"No, Ma'am, I have not, but your son is a medicalos Starfleet officer, it shouldn't be too different from protecting an adult."
"Gunny, such a rejuve as Roger will generally be understanding of your task and likewise be well behaved, but make no mistake rejuves are a minors, and are open to much the same laps of judgment as a kindern their age, except, perhaps, those caused by not knowing better. And like all boys his age there will be times when Rodger would prefer to be free of adult supervision, and that's what will put him at the greatest risk. So you have to walk the fine line of becoming someone he doesn't want to ditch, while acting as the responsible adult chaperon at the same time, basically the role of an big brother. As a Traditionalist, I expect my son to be as well behaved out of my sight as within. Misbehavior is expected to normally be handled by the adult in charge or reported to me. But I'm going to leave it to you on how to handle anything non serious, as I don't want to hamstring you in your job."
"If you say he needs to be treated as a minor, Ma'am, then I can handle that. Though that does raise some questions. I know enough to know while our peoples have a lot of similarities in how we raise our kids, there are differences. You mentioned you are a Traditionalist. I recognize that it is a descriptive label, but I'm no expert on what those traditions are though. I'm not saying I can not learn but are you sure you would not want a fellow human for this position?"
"Disregarding the fact there are very few humans currently in the Colony Guard. You were recommend for your skills and personality; the rest is irrelevant. But your point is valid, and one I had though about, so I prepared you this," Melanie said as she passed him a data chip, "This is a primer on traditionalist practices."
The gunny took the offered chip before he asked, "Thank you. Is there anything else?"
"I'm not expecting you to be the main babysitter when I'm not available, I will make arrangements for those times. You will only need to worry about those aspects when he is out and about. But knowing Rodger once he settled in a bit he will be wanting to join the Sentient Scouts. You might want to consider becoming an assistant scout master for the troop."
"I'll consider it Ma'am. When do you want me to start?"
"Well he will be with me all weekend, and I plan on doing the traditional first day of school trip with him on Monday morning, so you will not need to start until Monday afternoon escorting him back home. He will probably be walking or ridding his hover-board, so take that into consideration for your plans. As I'm sure he will be wanting to take advantage of his medicalos privilege of not having to ride the bus for school."
"Very well, that will give me some time to put things in order. Untill Monday then Ma'am," with that he got up and showed himself out.
Melanie then double checked Rodger's progress on her console before programing a chime to notify her when he finally finished the physics section he was working on before she set about on household chores. She and Rodger has split these tasks between them in the past, she was now going to have to reorganize them and figure out which were suitable for him to do as his chores now.
Eventually the chime sounded. Melanie put a remote hold to the test before she called up stairs to Rodger, "Honey, come down and have a snack."
Rodger was down and in the kitchen before she put the finishing touches on his snack. He was more than ready to take the break, the math and physics section had been long. But that was testament at how good he was at them, as it took a while to gauge the extent of his knowledge in the area. He quickly devoured the snack his mother had prepared for him.
"Rodger, why don't you take a break and go play for half an hour, before going back to your R.P.T."
"Can I ride my hover-board?"
"Yes, but don't leave the yard."
With a flash Rodger was off to collect his board and was soon out back trying master the board.
Rodger spent the next half hour trying to ride his board, but with the muscle memory loss that comes with being rejuve, his balance and coordination had suffered so he spent a good portion of the time falling off. He just about had the hang of going straight under power when his mother called him in. But figuring if he kept at it for a few more moments he will have it, so he pretended not to hear her. Moments later he was laying in the dirt yet again, when suddenly there was a pull on the back of his shortalls braces, then he was on his feet, not so gently being dusted of by his scolding mother.
"Young man, you will not ignore me when I tell you to do something."
"But I did not hear you."
"Don't try that on me, I saw you look over when I called you in. If you had not just been rejuvenated yesterday, you would be over my knee right now. Now get up to your room and get back to work on your R.P.T. Now!" she punctuated that command with a firm slap to his recently dusted bottom, propelling him towards the house. He did not want to find out if she really would spank him out in the open within a kindern rated neighborhood. And he kept on going till he was back at his console and back at work.
Melanie brought the board back inside before returning to her study, and first checked that Rodger had returned to work on his tests before she started reviewing opinion memos on whether Shinho should keep or suspend parenting licenses due to new colonies lack of need to control population growth.
After a while between memos she noticed Rodger's console was running a C.A.D. program and the R.P.T. has been idle longer than normal. She checked the section he was on and thought to herself, 'There is no reason to be working in a drawing program to answer a History question.' With a sigh, she checked to make sure her helper paddle was in her purse, before snatching up her purse and going up to her son's room. "What do you have there?" she asked him when she got there.
"It's a design to irrigate and farm Mount Soketto."
"And why are you doing that?"
"Oh it came to me when I was working on this question about the Incas..." Rodger trailed of as he came out of the the excitement of his idea.
"And this helps you answer the question?"
Rodger realized the gravity of the situation as he answered, "No..."
Melanie walked over from the doorway, and pushed the 'save' status icon on the console. Setting down her purse, She turned and looking down at her son she said, "I'm sorry Rodger, I owe you an apology. I made a mistake earlier. A mistake I plan on correcting. Stand up."
Not liking the direction this turn in the conversation had taken, and hoping to forestall this going into even more dangerous territory, he did just that, and stands up.
Melanie pulled the chair further out from the console and took a seat in it herself. Then she took Rodger by his shoulders and turned him so he was standing in front of her and facing her. She began by unclipping the claps to his shortalls one at a time as she explained, "I apparently did you a disservice earlier, by not starting as I had planned to continue."
Rodger stood there nervously as his new mom lowered his shortalls to his ankles. While he had not been spanked, for real, since his kindern days, he had no illusions that this was simply his mom redressing him. But he could not even count on those memories, as like most kindern he only been spanked with a hand or mother's helper paddles. But he was a rejuve now, while he was not a penny, the field of how this spanking could go was still considerably more wide open.
His mother then batted his hands out of the way as she lowered his Lucky Starr-printed undies to his knees, she continued, "Apparently by letting you off with a warning earlier I failed to impress on you how important your R.P.T. is. I know it is long, but if you do not give it your all, school will be very boring as your lesson will not be set to your level."
Melanie paused to look at her boy standing there, underwear at half mast, but he had instinctively fallen back to his military at attention stance in response to her scolding. This was as new to him as it was to her. But it must be done. "I do not tell you to do these things for no reason. We can repeat this painful lesson, as often as necessary. I just hope for your sake you learn it quickly. So let's get started." With that she put Rodger face down over her lap.
She began to give her new son his first real spanking with firm hand strokes to his upturned bare bum. Melanie did not limit herself just to reddening his bouncing cheeks, but applied her maternal hand also to his sitspots and the back of his thighs.
The sting of Melanie's hand was stronger than he recalled from his experience as a kindern of similar positions. This quickly destroyed his idea of taking his punishment 'maturely.' He was instead getting proof that he was indeed a young boy in more than looks. This proof came in the form of wriggling and squirming. Doing his little boy best to try to lessen the burn building in his backside.
"I'm sorry, Mommy! I'll be good! I promise!" Rodger pleaded as he began to cry.
"Yes, you will be, if you don't want to be back in this position." When she was satisfied that her goal in redness level she stopped the spanking long enough to retrieve the helper paddle from her purse. She chose this small paddle, being only 3mm think, because its light design allows for long stinging spanking without any risk of bruising or blistering child's bottom. Making it one of the few implements rated for any age of child; Rejuve and Kindern alike. Now using it on Rodger's pre-spanked areas allowed her to deliver a long memorable message at her pre-established level, without going beyond that. Melanie took advantage of just that. This opportunity to further his studies taking advantage of a child's learning ability, is too import for Rodger for her to allow him to mess up though simple time mismanagement his rejuved state made him susceptible to. This means she would have to do something she did not think she would need to demonstrate so soon. That he was her child, which means among other things, follow her instructions. And what happens to children who do not. She had already explained it, now was the time to show it. And if she did properly the first time, he should need to be shown it less often. And they could both concentrate on the more pleasant aspect of the situation. So with that in mind she applied her Mother's helper paddle to his bottom, sitspots and thighs, for good long while. She did not enjoy making him cry, nor keeping him crying. But she was the grown up, and part of that meant she knew what she had to do was not always pleasant.
Then after his protests had went beyond bawling into just heartfelt sobbing. She laid aside the paddle, and took her Son into her arms and cradles him to her chest. To provide the loving support to move past this painful lesson, and to settle down. She did not rush him, after taking her time making his bubble butt glow with pain. She was not opposed to taking as much of her time to comfort him as needed.
Eventually Rodger began to regain his composure. So Melanie took some tissues out of her purse, cleaned up his face. Wiping the snot and tears away. "There, there honey. All over now, if you are ready to get back to work that is."
Rodger's hands flew back to his still bare smarting bottom, "Oh yes Mommy! I will do nothing else until it's finished!"
"I'm not quite asking for that, I know it going to take most of the day to finish, and I do plan on giving you breaks for lunch and play. But I do not want you taking any breaks other than those that I've planned. Understood?"
Rodger rubbed his sore bottom, "Crystal clear, Mommy."
"Good. Now why don't you get dressed and see how much of the test you can get done before lunch. Ok honey?" she said with a hug.
When Rodger slipped off his mother's lap to retrieve his undies and shortalls from where they landed. Melanie put her helper paddle away in her purse and vacated the seat for him.
Rodger quickly restored his modesty with a grimace, before gingerly retaking his seat. But he saw the pain as a reminder what happen if he did not keep his freshly minted promises, so he used his military training to work past the pain and get on with his work. He was not finding it nearly as effective on his childlike mind as it did for his adult mind. But it worked well enough that he could begin work at answering the history question properly.
Melanie hung about just long enough to see Rodger settle in to his work before she left to go back down to her work. The proposals have raised an interesting question. The Parenting License is the cornerstone of the population control system. A necessary measure for Earth and the older colonies. Considering that the population barring accident and other unforeseen circumstances is effectively immortal. Although younger colonies, like Shino, often need the quicker population surge of unregulated population growth hence they suspend the need. But the license has developed into far more than just population control. It was also a cornerstone to how society approach children in general, Not only Kindern but rejuves also, in particular Volintaras and Penitatas. The license, where practiced, has all but eliminated child abuse that plagued human history. By providing training to potential parents they are armed with the skills needed to avoid the problems that the lack normally lead to. But not just theoretical training, but hands on practice. For rejuves need parents. While Medicalos normally have family that can either resume the parental role, or take it on. But Volintaras often don't have such access as family is often too close to need to rejuve themselves or have already done so and are not yet adults again. and the penitatas system depends on non family being the parents. Rejuves unlike Kindern have a baseline memory to help them deal with situations and can provide feedback before damage is done. Shino also is not a normal young colony, it was meant to be a chance for the Jalaxain to live with social effects of Rejuvenation technology. This added up to her falling onto the side of keeping it in place. But she needed to find a comprise to allow the relaxed population control. And to appease the faction of colonist that been expecting to be suspended like most of the new colonies.
With breaks to play at lunch and in the afternoon, Rodger managed to finish the R.P.T. shortly before dinner. Just after dinner Melanie insisted he had a bath, telling him that even if he was not coated in half the backyard. It was Saturday night, and he will be having a bath whether he thought he needed one or not, as he had church in the morning. Though he was old enough to bathe himself, she still keep a close eye on him , and provided minor assistance, as he had freshly rejuved and they had to be sure his muscle memory was intact enough to do so safely.
Rodger became a little nervous when his mom followed his now only pink caboose into his bedroom when he went to get dressed into his Dr Dentons. "Um...Mom? Is there something wrong?"
Passing him his pajamas, she answered "No honey, nothing wrong, just want to talk with you, you can dress yourself off course. Traditionalists might be strict, but you are not a penny, there will be no bedtime spankings just because you got spanked earlier in the day. And you haven't done anything to earn another one," She once again sat at his console. "Now that you are properly attired, why don't you come sit on my lap."
Rodger came over and was helped up, and he snuggled in.
Melanie keyed in the commands to bring up Rodger's design she had saved earlier. and before he could get the wrong idea, "Tell me about your design it looks interesting."
Rodger after hesitating due to the fact making of this design was what got him his first parental spanking, but it became clear he deftly wasn't in any more trouble. Warmed up to the topic, he showed how he had adapted the Inca's principles on how to irrigate a mountain, and blended it with modern technology so not only was it functional, but there was a certain beauty in the design. Also without interfering with functionality of the space elevator or it's traffic.
"Too bad honey," Melanie told him, "that with the readily accessible farmland, Shinho and Maiuchi particularly will not need the design for at least a century, if not more. But you were helping Karlara with her Diaspora science fair project and now you will need one of your own. Why don't you consider making a model of this for your entry?"
"I'll think about it Mommy. Though it makes me feel even sillier, having gone and got my first spanking over something as unnecessary as this."
"Well Honey you got spanked for your disobedience and critically poor judgment in time management. And I renew my suggestion about using it in the fair if it will help you understand that the fact you were designing this thing had nothing do with what your were in trouble for, it was merely when you chose to do it. You are most welcome to continue designing things if you feel like it, and even submit proposals to the Colonies' development and planning ministries. But enough of this, You had a long and tiring day. and if we are to have lots of fun together after church tomorrow you will need plenty of sleep."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes you do, but I think we have enough time, for a bed time story."
And with that she settled him into bed and read to him an accent tale of humans surviving on a lost colony battling a sky born menace with the aid of dragons. And so ended his first full day as a rejuve, but with many firsts still to look forward to.
