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 off 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.
—Rogue (whose existence has yet to be disproved)
Rude Awakenings
Wednesday, 22nd of August 2773,
Part 6 of Pint-Sized Engineer
Rodger was quietly awoken quite early in the morning as he expected. But instead of Gunny Cait wakening him for their morning practice, it was his mother.
“Shush Rodger, I don't want to wake Maneki. He doesn't need to be up yet,” she whispered to him. Then carefully helped Rodger out of bed so they did not wake the other sleeping boy. But Rodger was stopped from going to collect his Gi simply by his mother not letting go of his wrist, and silently leading him out of his room still dressed in his Dr. Dentons. Despite being confused by this, he did not complain; so to obey her request not to wake his guest.
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When Rodger was lead into the kitchen, he spotted Cait have a cup of morning brew.
“I'll be into my Gi and right with you as soon as I can Gunny.”
Cait shook his head with a rueful smile as Melanie continue to lead her son across the kitchen toward the garage door, “Not this morning I'm afraid Rodger. You have something else you have to do with your mother.”
“Mom! Where are we going, I'm still in my pajamas.”
Opening the door to the garage Melanie said, “We are only going as far as the garage. So we have no need for you to get changed just yet.”
As they step into the garage Rodger noticed—in what was typical an unused space—was one of the kitchen's straight-back chairs. And resting upon it was his mother's flat-back rosewood hairbrush. It was larger, and he guessed heavier, than the one he been given for his hair; but similar design. It did not take much thought from Rodger for him to realize what the brush was going to be doing shortly. But he was still in the dark as to what it was doing here of all places.
His mother lead him to the chair. While not fully cognizant of why he was in trouble, his rapidly awaking mind knew that he better stay put when she released his wrist. She moved aside the brush and sat herself down facing him.
Melanie reached behind Rodger and lowered his pajama flap, exposing his bottom to the non-air conditioned air of this tropical morning. She was ready to make sure Rodger was caught up with events. Although the air was warm, his bottom was covered with goosebumps.
Placing her hands on his shoulders, Melanie then asked, “OK Rodger, do you know why we are doing this?”
Given the opportunity to think about what was happening, his mind had a chance to catch up. He wasn't a penny so there was a reason for him being in trouble. That his bottom was bared before being talked to about why he was in trouble, surely meant that the reason he was in trouble was something that there was pretty much no excuse for that would mean he did not warrant a trip to sore bottom city. That he was not already on that trip, meant maybe there is a remote chance their was. But more than likely it was just so she was sure he knew why the trip was necessary. Then he remembered what it most likely was.
“Because I was naughty for Miss Karlara.” he answered, his mind no longer half asleep.
“Yes, being spanked by your babysitter means being spanked by your parents too. It is a rather binary state. Normally this would have simply be done in your bedroom. It is not being done out here for your privacy, but simply so that we don't wake our guests. If it had not been a school night I might have done it when I got home. And I don't want it hanging over you all day at school.”
Rodger had trouble maintaining eye contact with his mother. He had known he was going to get into trouble for that little bit of oneupmanship. He had been warned. But also known that direct disobedience for a traditionalist rejuve meant, but he had gambled on his babysitter not knowing. A gamble he had lost, and the payment kept getting higher and higher than what he had gambled on. Now he had to face the final payment on his forfeit. The payment was as high as he knew it was meant to be. If only he had just done as he was meant to have, and over something so small.
So he did not resist as his wife turned mother place him over her lap. His bare derrière was framed by the open flap of his pajamas. He was dreading feeling his mother's hairbrush. He supposed he should feel lucky she had not had him strip out of his pajamas so that she had bare access to his tights, as direct disobedience is about as bad as you could in the traditionalist lexicon—without totally screwing up.
He tried not to clench when she rested the hairbrush back on his nether cheeks. It did not help him relax as she rub the brush in small circles; getting the feel of her aim. She did not make him wait long. For she raised the brush and brought down with a solid thwap on his left nether cheek. Melanie had moderated her strength because she did not need her full strength on his eight year-old bottom. Then establishing a slow steady rhythm she applied the brush in a mirroring thwap on his right nether cheek. Rodger gave a preteen yelp with each fall of the brush. It was his own childish fault he was over his mother's lap, so he had no reason to take it stoically.
While his flap protected most of his thighs, it did not prove any cover to his sitspots and the brush landed on one after the other. Causing Rodger to being squirm and sniffle over his mother's lap.
Melanie then took advantage of the size of her brush to catch first both sitspots at once, then both of his nether cheeks at once. Rodger's squirming came unhampered; kicking in his footie pajamas. His mother took firm hold with her other hand around Rodger's waist to keep him steady on her lap. Without breaking her rhythm and continued to thwapping the hairbrush onto each of her son nether cheek in turn.
Rodger was openly crying while his mother returned to given each of his sitspots individual attention from the brush. As the brush traveled back up the center line of his bottom, Rodger pleaded he was sorry between sobs.
Applying the back of the brush for the last time to Rodger individual nether cheeks, she reassured, “I know honey, We are almost done.”
Melanie finished with two solid thwaps to his red sitspots. She set aside the hairbrush so that pull her crying son into a hug. She gently rocked him until his sobs became mere sniffles. She did up his flap before she gently put him on his feet.
“Honey, it is a school day. You need to go get ready. Make sure Maneki is awake, then get dressed. And I'll get breakfast ready. Go on, scoot.”
Rodger rubbed his eyes with his Dr. Dentons' sleeve, as he headed back up to his room, passing Karlara on the stairs.
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When Rodger got to his room he woke Maneki first. Thinking that the order in his mother's instructions was important. For he not to want to disobey her.
“Come on sleepy head, my mother wants us up and dressed, she is fixing us our breakfast” Rodger said as he shook his guest.
Once he was sure Maneki wasn't just going to go back to sleep, he went over to his dresser and started getting out his school uniform. He had just gotten out of his sleeper and was opening his dressers to get some clean blue briefs when Maneki spotted Rodger's freshly reddened bottom.
“Your bottom is as red as when my sister finished with it. But I saw her give you nano- lotion from the same tube as me. So it could not have been firebottom. Why?” Maneki asked in sleepy confusion.
Rodger quickly pulled on his undies before he turned to face his guest. “I, um, got spanked again before you woke up. By my mom, for um, getting spanked last night.”
“Oh. That only happens to me if Karlara tells my parents that I fought her authority.” said Maneki as he joined Rodger getting dressed for school.
“Well if I had a sibling old enough to spank, a spanking from them would not rate another from mom. Well not automatically a least.”
“That, I totally get. Misbehaving for non-family is worse for me too.”
“Come on, lets hurry up and get downstairs; breakfast should be ready soon.”
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When the boys join the others in the kitchen, there was a cushion on the restored kitchen chair for Rodger. A Medicalos privilege that will not be available to him at school. He was not looking forward to having to sit at his school desk with a sore bottom. Taking their places at the table the boys were each given a bowl of cereall—ike Karlara was—to eat.
“Karlara, Maneki, there is only one bus that comes this far out and services both your schools. And the driver knows that it has a pick up here today, but I understand the time it will arrived is earlier than you two are use to, so you don't have much time to dawdle this morning,” Melanie informed her kindern guests.
“And a longer bus ride. Are you glad now that I gave you nano-lotion little bro?” Karlara teased her brother.
“Yes sis, but will be even more glad depending on what you tell Mom and Dad tonight.”
“No worries on that point. I don't think anything I have to tell them will put your tail back into jeopardy. What about you Rodger, isn't your bus ride even longer? You can't be looking forward to that.”
Rodger blushed remembering that the guest room that Karlara used was on the same side of the house as the garage. He managed to answer, “My school is further away, but I don't ride the bus. I'll get to stand on my hoverboard and take a direct route. So my trip might be shorter. So I will not have deal with sitting until the bell rings.”
Maneki's eye's light up, “You have a hoverboard?! I only recently passed my bicycle safety test.”
Cait smiles and answers before Rodger could, “Medicalos privilege, Maneki.”
Rodger smiles, “I can show it to you the next time you visit.”
