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)
News Review
Monday, 3rd of September 2773,
Part 8 of Pint-Sized Engineer
Now that the Contact Day Festival was over and a nice weekend to wind-down, Rodger's 3rd Grade Rejuve class had shifted it's focus towards their Diaspora science fair projects. So now that he was home from school and had changed out of his school uniform into some a red t-shirt and some plain bluejeans shortalls he got to work on his homework.
After a while Rodger transferred the blueprints for his Diaspora project to his PADD. He was rather pleased how well it was turning out. The design for irrigating and farming of Mount Soketto had started naughtily when Rodger got sidetracked during a test he had meant to be taking. This had earned his first real spanking from his wife turned mother but despite the fact Rodger had become quite enthused with the project. Proceeding to the next step he would need to build a working model, which meant accessing his small fabrication workshop that he had built connected to the garage as and adult. As Rodger was now an 8-year-old medicalos he couldn't just go in there and build stuff like he use to, he was going to need permission, and probability supervision to use his own workshop.
His mother was probably in her study doing some work taking advantage of the fact Rodger was occupied in his room doing homework. Picking up his PADD he walked downstairs, knowing he was not meant to run in the house but as he approached the study he heard voices. The door had not been closed properly and he was about to knock but stopped when he caught on to what was being said.
“But surely Admiral, you have other people who could do the job?” his mother asked someone.
“Governor, if only! Commander Shlock is a competent engineer and administrator, but he has had his hands full simply sorting out the wreckage and repairing Renewal Station. He does not have the spark Rodger has. I was so spoiled having him. His flair hid how short staffed we really are in the Engineering department,” Admiral Robinson, Rodger's former boss, and Commanding Officer of Renewal Station, explained to his her.
“Isn't there someone I could lend you from the civilian side?”
“Governor, haven't your Ministers been complaining to you about lack of Co-operation in that department? Commander Shlock has told me how many work requests he had to firmly but politely turn down. Apparently Rodger was doing a lot of consultant work for the civilian side as well. Melanie, frankly Shinho has a critical shortage of people trained on the physical sciences.”
“I know Bruce, Minister Herbert has been trying to use Diaspora, to encourage our art heavy children to think in that direction. With some successes, but even Karlara, Farlar's daughter, is years away from earning her qualifications. And Rodger is a medicalos, he's earned his break from adult responsibility. I don't want this mess thrust on him.”
“I put in the request for more trained personnel with Earth Command when I put in the commendation, but all I've gotten back is more pressure on Commander Clancy to investigate further. To do that Leanna needs a top notch Engineer. Melanie, you knew as well as I did when we took our posts that it hard to get the people we need to want to join such a distant colony. Plus Feinburg sets the precedent.”
“Feinburg spends half his life as a medicalos, and this is probably going to be Rodger's only cycle as one. But OK Bruce, I will ask but I will not force him and even if he does agree I'm going to insist that all the child labor provisions be adhered to.”
“I'm not asking for any more.” and with that the was the sound of a holoview call disconnecting.
Before Rodger assimilated enough of what he had just overheard to move away he heard his mother say, “Hum, his compu-desk hasn't been active in a while... Computer where is Rodger?”
“Rejuve resident Rodger is currently standing outside this room” answered back the clinical tone of Melanie's console.
“Is he now? Rodger please come in.”
Knowing he been caught snooping in what was obviously a confidential meeting, Rodger pushed open the door properly and sheepishly walked in, fiddling with his PADD.
“How long have you been there Rodger?”
“I wasn't snooping on purpose, Mommy. I had come down to ask permission to use the workshop for my Diaspora project,” he nervously answered showing his mother the PADD as proof. “But when when I heard you talking to the Admiral, I, I...”
“You decided not to knock as proper but instead eavesdrop in on a privilege communication?”
Rodger knew better, as an adult he was around sensitive information in both his own work as well as his wife's. He knew he should have knocked as soon as realized he could hear a conversation to let them know he was there but his curiosity got the better of him and when he found out he was part of the subject he couldn't stop. Rodger could only bring himself to hang his head, and not out right admit it, in answer.
“I thought so. Rodger you know one of the few reasons I can do so much work from home so I can be here with you, is people expect you to know how to behave around sensitive information. Come on over here.” She said as she turned the guest seat in front of her desk towards him and sits down.
When Rodger approached his mother she removed the PADD from his hand and set it aside on the desk next to her purse. Melanie undid the claps on Rodger's shortalls' bib one after the other, then she undid the hip buttons and let the shortalls slip to the floor.
Rodger fidgeted with the hem of his red t-shirt to keep his hands at his sides, regretting wearing matching briefs now. Melanie lifted Rodger up and over her lap with his undies still in place. “Did a bit of prescience this morning hint to you to provide me with a color matching guide, Rodger?”
“No Mommy,” then Rodger added, “and no pre-planning either, so you don't have to match the colors... do you?”
“True, I have your shirt I could use as well, but I do plan on starting with your undies.” and with a *SPANK* she begins warming him up over his undies.
Rodger almost missed the reference to 'starting' in the shock of that first hand spank. He worried and wriggled under the sting of the warm up. He knew that his breech of manners could have led to him over hearing something really sensitive and that 'starting with' means there was going to be more. It had only been a couple of days since he was introduced to the paddle that was kept in this room. His child-like emotions turned those worries into early tears.
“Young man, you shouldn't snoop at doors. You don't need grown-up worries, and the fun stuff that can be shared with you will be!” With that said she peeled down his undies to his knees. “Only pink, needs more work,” she declared and began to apply her palm in earnest, not only to his pinked bottom but also spreading her attention down over his sitspots and right down his thighs to where he was developing tan lines from his shorts in the tropical climate. Rodger began to squirm in earnest from the maternal attention to his seat of learning.
Having no intention of really trying to match his bottom to the scarlet of his childish clothes, but simply impress on him that such behavior is not acceptable as her ward she stop the rain of hand spanks when he well heated. She declared, “Now that is a good start at getting you the proper shade.”
Rodger's fears were heighten when he felt her lean towards the desk. Melanie reached for her purse and retrieved her Mother's Little Helper paddle. The light weight paddle she had introduced Rodger to on his second day as a rejuve, not the solid birchwood paddle he was fearing. Its sting was more than enough to have Rodger kicking free of his shortalls when she applied it firmly to her son's glowing derrière.
When Rodger's kicking died down to sedate repentant sobbing, Melanie put the paddle aside and turned Rodger up and pulled him into a cuddle. She sat quietly gently rocking her boy as he cried himself out. When he calmed down Melanie gently wiped his face clean with a tissue.
“Honey, you up to talking now?” she asked.
“Yes Mommy,” he said as he slowly nodded.
“Did you catch what Admiral Robinson wanted?”
“He wanted me to do something, something to do with my old work.”
“So you did not catch what. Do you remember Commander Clancy?”
“Yes Mommy she was a fellow department head. Head of Starfleet Security in this region, but why would she need the help of a rejuved gear-head... Unless does this have to do with that unidentified extraterrestrial craft that crashed into the Station?
“Yes it does. It turns out it wasn't just unidentified, it is a craft we can't identify and Dr Brin can't even identify the species from the remains. All Commander Shlock could manage to is separate out the parts that came from Renewal Station from the alien wreak with the manpower he has in the little under a month he's had.”
“Gregory got a promotion as well as my job? Good for him,” Rodger chimed in with a puffy-eyed smile.
“Yes Honey he did, but remembered he's no longer your second, but an adult to you now.”
“Yes Mommy.”
“Anyway, What the Admiral was proposing was having a building in the warehouse district on Mt. Soketto, near the Maiuchi Socket, discreetly retrofitted and the wreckage transferred there so that under the cover story of an education project that you and Karlara would work under Commander Clancy on few days after school; probably the same days you took Karlara for her internship. The goal is to reverse engineer the wreckage to find out why it crashed and where it came from. That is if you want to. You are under no obligation to do so Rodger, so don't think duty means you have it, you are a little boy again and you don't have those responsibilities anymore.”
Rodger's baby blue eyes shined brightly up at her despite the residue of being puffy from crying. “But Mommy, it sounds fun!”
Melanie sighed, “I though you might see it that way, it's the only reason I consented to make the offer to you but Rodger Murphie listen up; there are restrictions. I will pull you off this project if I think you are doing it to the exclusion of school and other childhood activities. If the Confederacy or Starfleet want it done quicker they can very well pony up the support staff.”
Rodger nodded understanding.
“Also while you will be the most qualified engineer there if Karlara or Commander Clancy tell you to do something, or more to the point not to do something, you will obey them. They will be making sure you work safely. While there will be a radiation suit that will fit you there, under no circumstances are you to go into the isolation room that will house the remains of the stardrive. Let the Commander's Ensign be your hands in there. If you think the restrictions of being 8 is bad, you don't want to end up 5, and with chronostatic radiation there is too much risk of needing a double or triple rejuve, which you simply can not afford.”
Rodger blanched he did not need the risk of personality death spelt out any more clearly but tried to joke it off “I'm sure if I did, the spanking I would get would make a penny feel lucky.”
Melanie tweaked his cheek and said, “And a long list of people would want to their turn to repeat it too. Also this is top secret stuff. You are not to say a word of this to anyone especially Brian and Maneki.”
“Why especially my best friends? Both have parents in the Cabinet.” Rodger asked confused.
“Maneki is a Kindern too young to risk accidentally letting it slip or goaded into bragging and Brian is a journalist by calling isn't he? Such secrets are not in his nature. They are also why I said you're not allowed to let this project consume your attention.”
“I guess I understand but what about the Gunny?”
“The Gunny will be read into the project of course, So follow his lead if he changes the topic on you if you start to slip. The project has the codename: Tutor. I will get you a copy of the file tomorrow. But for now, how about you tell me what were you orginal coming to see me about?”
“Oh, that!” and Rodger stretches over and pulls his PADD out from under the Helper Paddle, and shows his mother his plans, “I got the design for my Diaspora project finished, and I came to get permission to use the workshop to begin fabrication.”
“The design sure looks pretty if I'm reading it right Rodger. But you'll need supervision, If you want to wait till after dinner, I can do it then. If your still gun-ho about doing it before then, you could ask Gunny.”
“I'll wait till after dinner to do it with you Mommy,” Roger elected and gave her a big hug.
“OK then if the rest of your homework is done, go play for a while and I'll get the paperwork done to get Project: Tutor underway.”
Rodger hopped off her lap and pulled up his undies and got back into his shortalls as she put the chair back and her Helper Paddle away. Before he scampered out of the room with his PADD.
