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.
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—Rogue (whose existence has yet to be disproved)
Warm Festivities
Friday, 31st of August 2773,
Part 7 of Pint-Sized Engineer
“... And as the humans danced around the bonfire...” Rodger narrated to the crowd as Eartha lead their class in the Poi dance that they have been working so hard on. But today was the big day, and everything was going right.
Even though the entire class had worked hard to get their performance down pat for this afternoon, once Melanie had mentioned that Rodger was part of the performance to her staff, they latched onto the idea that he should be the one to light the bonfire instead of her, as such he spent some time practicing just that. Tradition called for the burning touch to be touched to 4 opposite sides of the bonfire then thrown on top. Unfortunately while practicing with an unlit torch it was decided that Rodger could not throw the torch safely enough and for it reach the top. So he was to pass it back to his mother and she would give he final toss; as she has traditionally been doing.
When the 3rd Grade class finished, they took their bow and dispersed to join their families. Which meant Rodger had to join the V.I.P. section rather than slip out of the limelight. This kept the pressure to be on his best behavior going. He had hard enough time getting though these formal events as an adult—rejuvenating hadn't improved that. Luckily Maneki was sitting with him and his mother along with the rest of the Felixian pride. So Maneki and Rodger could quietly talk while the Maiuchi Kindern High School band played a traditional Jalaxian song.
As the kindern left the stage Melanie took center stage. “I would like to thank our young performers for providing the opening acts on this historic day. 50 years ago today Humans and Jalaxians first met. On this very beach events transpired to reveal our shared joy—a joy we both though we alone had; D'jetar! Dance!
“It is with great happiness I can announce today that Bonfire Cove is now Shinho's first Colonial Park! So that for evermore this place will be open to all.
“Let the Contact Day festival begin!”
On that cue Rodger was handed the lit torch and went to meet his mother over by the woodpile on the beach. As practiced he made a show of lighting each side of the bonfire leaving the side that left him in profile to the crowd for last. Before his mother could hold her hand out to be passed the torch. Rodger decided if he was going to have to perform as the colony's ‘First Kid’ he wasn't about to look like he wasn't up to completing the task. It was not like when he gave the practice torch a proper throw he couldn't make it reach the top; so that's just what he did. He smiled broadly when it landed perfectly on top.
Melanie was too polished a politician to show her surprise at the deviation. But Rodger felt though her grip on his shoulder as she escorted him off the stage that she was not pleased with his accomplishment—despite her outward appearance. Melanie was thwarted in her intentions to lead her son of to a quite corner to have a talk with him. For P.M. Felixian was deftly leading an older gentleman who they hope to convince to forgo his planned retirement from the planet's survey efforts so that he Could head up the new park service. Before she could decided what to do with her wayward son, his classmate Brian showed up.
“Excuse me Governor Murphie,” Brian politely asked then paused waiting for the grown ups to acknowledge him. “May Rodger be excused so that he can join me over at the fair?”
Melanie decided that it will be a long time before she could get away for that quite word without humiliating Rodger by explaining why she need to slip off, so she released his shoulder as she said, “Yes I suppose Rodger can go play. Rodger just make sure your back at the Pavilion in time for dinner.”
The boys did not notice the discrete tail they picked up when the left the V.I.P section.
.oOo.
When the boys were well away Rodger spoke up, “Great timing Brian, you saved me from having to hang around while Mom talked shop. I never enjoyed the spotlight like Mel, I mean Mom does, but now I feel down right antsy around it—I'm sure I would have put another foot wrong if I had to hang about.”
“Another foot wrong?” Brian asked surprised.
“Yeah, wasn't meant to throw the torch myself." Rodger elaborated, "I mean they wanted me to at first, but then later told me not to, but hand it to Mom instead. But I mean—you saw—I could do it! But Mom was ticked.”
“Well she fooled me, but man your Mom is a traditionalist. You shouldn't have risked disobeying her in public like that.”
“I suppose, but I'll probably hear about it later.”
“At bedtime I bet. As she let you come with me,” Brian added nodding wisely.
“I've been meaning ask, how come you know so much about traditionalists, are your parents also ones?”
“Nah. But they're hardly pushovers either—you don't want those if you're a going to be a kid on a frontier world. And neither were my birth parents. But I have an older brother, who was born on a cycle before my parents had me. He was as much an uncle as brother and I spent a lot of time at his place as a Kindern. His wife is a traditionalist and I had to live by their rules while under their roof.”
“Ouch. That can't have been an comfortable situation.”
“Yeah, a real pain in the butt,” Brian giggled. “But you know as well as I, there is more positive attention then negative; as long as I put in the effort to behave. I was still on good terms with my sister-in-law before I signed on to be a colonialist and it's to her that I credit learning the courtesy to respect my hosts' culture. That stood me in good stead as a journalist.”
“And a welcome guest I'm sure when I convince Mom I'm ready to have a friend over for a sleepover, but not tonight, not if Mom has plans.”
“No problems, I understand, and a sleepover sounds like a good idea. Hey they have the holo-jousting ride over there! Want to start with that?”
“Sure!”
Brian and Rodger spent the afternoon just being kids at the fair. Including—politely—grousing about being too small to go on a cool rides. Even so they thoroughly enjoyed themselves. The fair had made sure, not just that they had plenty of entertain for all age groups but also made that both rejuves and kinderns had enough to do. As the tropical sun began to drop, both their callers beep at them, picking up the broadcast message from the V.I.P tent informing them dinner was about to be served.
While they were reluctant to leave off of their fun, Rodger also remembered his mother's instruction and was reluctant to further disobey her. They promptly returned to the tent. As they cleared security their discrete tail broke off.
The boys were directed to their assigned seats at the kiddies table. Luckily for Rodger he was seated between Brian and Eartha, and well away from Andy. Maneki was also seated away from him among a group of Kindern, as the oldest child at the kiddies table Karlara was enjoying playing hostess at the head of the table and was enjoying the informality of the kiddies table more than the state affair going on amongst the adults.
Though once dinner was finished Rodger was finding it harder to escape such formalities that he been ducking most of the day, As guest after guest wanted to be (re)introduced to him. It seams that Admiral Robinson had been playing up his protection of Karlara, perhaps to play down the damage to Renewal Station the crash had done or the problems ensuing from the lost of their Chief Engineer. So Rodger politely rankled under having to play the role of being the hero of the hour. While his friends got watch the entertainers and most of the adults got to dance the night a way, he had to chat with V.I.P after V.I.P; the role he had not enjoyed as the First Husband, was simply tedious as First Kid. Rodger finally slipped away for a breather under the excuse of needing to get a drink but when he got to refreshment table instead of taking bulb of Fizz that would be expected of him, Rodger fell back a habit from his adult life and grabbed a charger of sparkling synthehol, and took a quick gulp. But before he could disappear to a dark corner with his forbidden drink a furry hand remove the charger from his grasp.
Gunny Cait Sith placed the charger on the returns portion of the table while put his other paw on Rodger's shoulder. “I think we should go quietly and have a private 'talk', Rodger.”
Rodger knew that tone. While the Gunny hadn't seen fit to punish him before now, Rodger was sure that was what was likely to be in the cards. He was not going to ignore the 'suggestion' of going quietly. Because he knew being a traditionalist his mother would have no problem with him being spanked right here and now, which surely would then be on the local NewsNet by the morning.
So Rodger let himself be discretely escorted out of the pavilion and along a path to a secluded part of the park; away from the festivities.
Cait sat down on a fallen log and in the clear tropical evening looked Rodger squarely in the eyes.
“Rodger, why did you go and do something like taking a drink you know better than to drink? And I know you took the alcohol safety course as kindern, so you know the damaging effect it has on the development of a child's brain. I'm also sure you know you're already on thin ice with your mother after that stunt you pulled earlier.”
“I was just trying to relax Gunny. I hate schmoozing the big wigs. That's Mommy's area not mine. Anyway what wrong with that 'stunt'? It's what they wanted me to do in the first place, all I did was prove I could do it.”
With a sniff Cait reached forward and plucked a hair from the side of Rodger's head.
“Oww!” Rodger rubbed the side of head.
Cait then held the hair in front of Rodger's face. And in the bright starlight he could see the singed hair being held between the Gunny's claws. “There was a good reason they changed their mind about you doing it. But I'm sure your mother will discuss that with you later. And that's not the issue at paw now is it?”
Rodger hung his head, he knew that he knew better, “No, it is not. I'm sorry Gunny.”
Reaching out, Cait and pulled down Rodger's shorts. “Do you have anything to say about that drink, that could mean me pulling your shorts back up instead of pulling your undies down?”
Rodger shook his from side to side in negation, but Cait's Jalaxian eyes saw the answer clearly in the night's light. The tropical quick sunset gave that gave them additional privacy over distance alone. But not enough that Cait could not clear see the cartoon prints on Rodger's briefs as he pulled them down.
Cait had no problem putting the unresisting bare bottomed boy over his lap. Rodger fit over his lap surprisingly well given he was much bigger than the usual size of a Jalaxian child in the same position, but then again he will never grow the fur that ends the practice traditionally for Jalaxians.
As Cait brought his paw down, the fireworks began both in Rodger's backside as well in the sky above.
“Young man, *SPANK* you know it's naughty *SPANK* to be taking *SPANK* adult *SPANK* drinks like that. *SPANK* What's more you know *SPANK* why it's naughty. *SPANK* There is no excuse *SPANK* for such behavior. *SPANK* You're smarter than that.” *SPANK* Cait scolded his charge as he spanked.
Rodger squirmed right from the start both from the startle of the first firework's bang coinciding with the first spank, but the fact that was nothing soft about the Gunny's paw. Rodger lost all thought of taking this spanking from the biggest male influence in his current life stoically. “Owww! I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking,” Rodger pleaded.
“No, *SPANK* No you weren't *SPANK* and from a bright boy *SPANK* like you, that is the inexcusable *SPANK* part,” Cait spanked spreading out the swats to cover all of Rodger's bottom, not neglecting the sitspots, but being careful to leave his thighs that had a chance of showing under his shorts untouched.
Sobbing, Rodger promised from his very sore bottom, “I...I'll do better. I promise!”
Delivering two crowning hard spanks on his sitspots Cait said, “I'll hold you to that.” before lifting the crying boy into a sitting position on his lap and comforted him as he leaned back and watch the rest of the fireworks play themselves out.
Rodger snuggled into the Gunny's fur felling a mixture of adult forgiveness and his plushie's comforting.
.oOo.
When the fireworks were over, and Rodger's equilibrium and modesty were restored. The Gunny lead Rodger back to the pavilion, where the were soon found by Melanie Murphie.
“Oh there you are Rodger, I was looking for you to watch the fireworks display with me. But I could not find you.”
“He was with me Governor,” Gunny Cait answered for Rodger. “We had our own private fireworks instead.”
“Sorry if you were worried Mommy,” Rodger added.
“Well it's time for us to go home, so you can be put to bed anyway,” said Melanine.
Rodger felt drained enough from that private fireworks display not to try and argue it was early for such a festive occasion and left for home holding her hand.
.oOo.
Once they were home and alone in his room, Rodger knew Brian's prediction was going to come true when his mother did not let him dress himself for bed but instead undressed him herself. When Rodger's briefs joined the rest of his clothes beside his mother, she spoke to him, “Oh that kind of Private fireworks. Care to explain young man?”
Rodger said with resignation “Gunny Cait spanked me for sneaking a charger of sparkling synthehol.”
Melanie sighed, “You know the rule if you misbehave for a non-family member that means a spanking from me too. I was just going to use your hairbrush to deal with your little stunt during the ceremony and I don't want to give you bedtime bookends. So I want you to go downstairs to my study and bring back the paddle young man.”
Rodger's eyes went big as saucers. He was not aware his mother had acquired one.
“Oh that's right you don't know where it is in my office yet do you? It is in the center flat draw. The one where I keep those old-fashioned pens.”
Rodger nodded his head in understanding and trudged downstairs in his birthday suit. It was not hard to find. it was made out of birch wood, 18cm long, 11cm wide and an centimeter think. Picking it up like it was a snake Rodge closed the desk draw and return to his room.
His mother had pulled out his desk chair to the middle of the room and was sitting on it waiting for him. He gingerly handed her the implement that was soon going to reignite his warm backside. Melanie helped her husband turn ward over her laps and into a comfortable position that place his still pink bottom as an easy target. Placing the paddle down on Rodger's back she rubbed her bottom with her hand to prepare to begin his warm up.
It did not take much of a hand spanking warm-up to get Rodger squirming to the point that the paddle was endanger of falling to the floor; which was a good que to pick up the paddle.
“Rodger we told you not to throw that lit torch for your own safety so you did not burn yourself. You not only disobeyed me but put yourself in danger in doing so,” she scolded as he punctuated with the paddle.
Having his second trip to Sorebottom City in the same evening quickly reduced Rodger to tears. The Gunny had shown him his singed hair so he knew how right she was.
Spreading the paddle-whacks over not only his bottom but also his thighs so continued, “Further more, you also know synthehol is bad for your rejuved body, and is another case of breaking the rules in place to keep you safe. We don't make these rules to spoil your fun, but to keep you safe.”
“I know Mommy. I'm sorry,” Rodger wailed in repentance.
Holding the paddle against his sore derrière she asked, “Then why did you do it?”
“Because I wasn't thinking that it could have hurt me,” Rodger sobbed.
She brings the paddle down again with a solid smack on his sitspots, “That's why rejuves have parents, and why you should obey me when I tell you not to do something!”
When that brought bawling not protestations she put aside the paddle and pulled her boy up into a huggle to comfort him. Gently rocking him as she rubbed his back. When Rodger had settled down, she helped into his Dr. Dentons and tucked him into bed with Leo Braveheart (his Lazuli plushie) and a kiss. She then turned out the lights as she left the room taking the paddle with her.
