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-conscious thought depicts a disciplinary spanking of a rejuvenated child. If this offends your carefully cultured sensibilities, or you have yet to reach 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)
Project: Tutor
Wednesday, 10th of October 2773,
Part 11 of Pint-Sized Engineer
After school Rodger headed into central Maiuchi and up Mt. Soketto instead of going home for the first time. For the pieces from the crash had finally finished being transferred to the warehouse and was ready for his part of Project: Tutor.
The warehouse was in the district just off the elevator socket, which had helped keep the parts transfer secret. Publicly all that was going on was Rodger's Starfleet friends where helping him continue Karlara's tutoring. But in reality Rodger and Karlara where helping Starfleet Intelligence with the mystery of the craft.
So there was only an ensign looking like he was guarding a low security post. The ensign nodded to the young Medicalos as Rodger entered the warehouse. Inside Karlara was already there, and was coming out of the restroom having just changed out of her school uniform into a cadet work jumpsuit. Also inside was Commander Leanna Clancy, Head of Starfleet Intelligence for not only the Shinho system, but the entire sector.
“Welcome to The Study Rodger,” Commander Clancy greeted him with a broad gesture that encompassed the facility.
The Study was of course the code name for the warehouse facility. This part of the room was dominated by two holo-tables; one was displaying the documented layout of the Renewal Station main docking bay as it was post-crash. The other displayed the current results of Project: Tutor—what the craft was like. Beyond that was the laid out debris themselves. On the far side appeared to be some to type of clean room.
“Thank you Commander,” Rodger returned the greeting to his former colleague.
Commander Clancy picked up a child's replica of the cadet uniform—like Karlara's—and handed it to Rodger.
“Go change out of your school uniform Rodger, and I'll give a full tour of the facility,” Commander Clancy instructed.
Rodger took it into the restroom, which turn out to actually be a locker room with a bathroom though it at the far end. Rodger claimed one of the empty lockers where he stored his school uniform as he changed into the work uniform. Rodger thought how this replica of what he once wore at the academy was so popular with those military boarding schools. Exactly the type of place popular with so many career military personnel when it was time for them to rejuve. Actually if Rodger had not been married—when he was rejuvenated in the line of duty like this—Starfleet would have paid the parenting bond and shipped him back into the heart of the Confederacy to such a school. Rejuves had added a new meaning to the term Military Brats. For such rejuves the situation isn't considered a censure like some Kindern consider their equivalents.
He looked into the mirror at himself in the charcoal grey jumpsuit with blue trim. It felt a little weird for him to see the Intelligence insignia on his shoulder instead of the familiar engineering one. Though his chest ribbons still denoted his engineering specialties. Even if Leanna—Commander Clancy to him now—had arranged them so that his instructor's ribbon was in predominance. With a quick run through of his spiky hair with his fingers, he left to rejoin the others.
Commander Clancy and Karlara were waiting for him with a bear of a man dressed as an intelligence ensign that he did not know.
“Ah Rodger,” Commander Clancy began, “this is Ensign Mark Weber. He will be your human waldo. For safety reasons he will do all the heavy lifting you need.”
“Hey there little guy,” Ensign Weber greeted Rodger as he reached out and ruffled his hair, “I understand you're going to be the brains of the outfit.”
Rodger grimaced at his hair getting mussed, “I guess you can put it that way, sir.”
“Nah, call me Mark, Rodger. I'll be taking your directions most of the time. Simpler that way.”
Commander Clancy cleared her throat. “Now that you are all here, I'll give you all the full tour. This is the nerve center of the project where all the info is collected and processed. Rodger you'll be able to access virtual representatives of all the parts here,” she said pointing to the holo-tables.
Leading them though the expanse of laid out parts she continued, “In this area we stored most of the parts. But for safety reasons only Ensign Weber should directly handle them. Understand that, Rodger, Karlara?”
“Yes Ma'am,” “Aye Commander,” they answered.
Pointing at large double door she said, “Though there is a full materials lab to facilitate your research.”
When they reached the far side where the clean room was, it turned out to be pretty large with even more parts.
“This clean room is where we have the engine and other parts contaminated with chronostatic radiation, again only Ensign Weber will be doing all the work inside. While we do have a radiation suit in each of your sizes, that is for emergency reasons only. We would never risk minors with such exposure. Plus Rodger, you are simply too small to risk exposure. I'm assuming you did your homework and read the files, so Rodger where do you want your team to start?”
.oOo.
Rodger was happy to be working on engineering problems and such a rare one as the discovering information about an unknown alien vessel that had mysteriously crashed into Renewal Station at that.
He and Karlara were in the lab running some chemical composition tests on promising parts Rodger had chosen. Mark had just stepped out of the lab to return a piece that they had finished with and was to return with another.
Karlara had her whiskers deep into the electron microscope she was viewing. So when Rodger spotted some unexpected markings on the current piece everyone was busy so Rodger simple picked up the laser scalpel and was just about to take a sample when Commander Clancy walked in.
With a rapid fluid motion the Commander crossed the room and grabbed Rodger's wrist and with it she pulled the scalpel away from piece.
“Rodger Murphie what do you think you are doing!” she scolded.
Karlara looked up and over at the pair, the fur on her nape standing up in alarm.
“What did I tell you young man, about the safety rules for you about directly interacting with the artifacts?” the Commander continue to scold as she removed the scalpel from Rodger's hand and set it back down on the work bench.
As Rodger looked up to meet the Commander's gaze. Gone was the friendly if enigmatic colleague, but instead a concerned adult authority figure looking down at a naughty child caught red handed.
“I'm... I'm... sorry,” he stammered. “Everyone was busy, and it was just a scraping...”
Commander Clancy sat down on lab's stool and pulled Rodger in front of her.
“As I understand it a scraping is done because the substance is unknown. In this case an alien unknown. That is a clearly in violation of the safety regulations I gave you.” she said as she undid his collar strap, revealing the jumpsuit's zipper as she continued his dressing down. “Those regulations are for your own good, Murphie. You could get seriously hurt. While you could be rejuvenated if it was 'merely' toxic. Which would leave you an itty-bitty 5-year-old at best. What if it turned out to be explosive under the laser-scalpel? You don't have the adult body mass to lose.”
By that time the Commander had Rodger shucked down to his boy-briefs with the jumpsuit pooled around his ankles. So that when the scolding caused him to drop his gaze, it was just in time to watch those briefs to be pealed down to his knees.
“Rodger, you're a smart boy. I should not have to tell you this. I do not want to be all drill instructor on you on this project. But the mission parameters do not allow for any injury to its minor members, and I will take whatever steps necessary to see that is met. Now report yourself to over my lap.”
At that command, Rodger shuffled his way over to the Commander's side with a sniffle. All Rodger had thought about was to get the sample, a task he done a thousand times before. He hadn't even thought about the new rules. It shamed him because she was right. He knew all that, plus it's not like he hadn't also delegated such tasks to his staff just as often so that he could concentrate on trickier tasks. So Rodger crawled over Commander Clancy's lap with a resolved resignation for this trip to Sorebottom City.
Commander Clancy normally moved and held herself with a graceful poise that disarmed people from viewing her as a potential threat; this suited her branch of the fleet. However when she brought her palm down on Rodger's bared nether cheeks she revealed only a portion of her hidden strength; for she only need a fraction of it to properly chastise the naughty 8-year-old across her lap.
Coming up the ranks in Starfleet Intelligence meant being a field operative for the last couple of cycles as she didn't have the brilliance that had allowed for Rodger to reach department head in just one cycle. And as a field operative in Intelligence isn't conductive to being a good parent she hasn't been in such a position in a long time. But her strong hand and methodical application of her palm to Rodger's upturned nates didn't make this lack indiscernible to Rodger as she quickly brought him though the shades of pink.
But such a career path had taught her to have contingency plans for her contingency plans. When she had Rodger's 'aft-deck' properly warmed up paused and she reached into a belt holster that was in Rodger's blurring line of vision and withdrew a hairbrush-sized paddle.
“When I requisitioned this item, Rodger, I had hoped I'd never have to let you know I had it, let alone use it,” she informed him as she switched the paddle to her other hand and rested it Rodger's rosy nether cheeks. “However the safety rules are no light matter, and I needed something suitable, regardless of my esteem for you when you were my fellow officer.”
She applied the paddle with firm commitment as she turn the squirming Rodger from trying to take the chastisement with dignity into a sorry sobbing boy by applying the implement on the same spot repeatably before moving onto the next part of her target zone.
Having made her point she returned her anti-naughtiness sidearm to its holster and sat Rodger upright on her lap and pulled him into a cuddle.
While petting Rodger's short spiky hair she said to Karlara, “Miss Felixian, stop trying to pretend you hadn't being watching. If I was concerned about you witnessing Rodger's chastisement I would have taken him into my office. On the contrary what I said about the safety of my Minor members of this team applies equally to you. Though I trust I will not need to demonstrate that?”
Karlara flicked her tail nervously but answered, “No Ma'am.” before she turned and returned to her work in earnest.
Then to Ensign Weber who had in the meanwhile returned with the part he has been sent for and had kept his presence discrete Commander Clancy said, “Ah Ensign, I believed Murphie wanted some samples of those markings in this piece, please oblige.”
“Yes Commander,” he answered and returns to work himself.
When Rodger had regained his composure Commander Clancy deposited him back on his feet and let him take the more age appropriate action of re-dressing himself.
“Rodger, why don't you go to the head and clean yourself up before you go back to work, to give Ensign Weber time to collect the samples for you,” the Commander suggested in her earlier friendly tone to show that the incident was in the past as far as she was concerned; though Rodger knew there was more than trouble sitting at his work for him to come for him due to his lapse.
.oOo.
Later that evening when the Gunny took Rodger home for the evening, his Mother greeted him with a ready dinner, “Go wash your hands Honey, you can tell me all about your first day at your after-school job over Dinner.”
Melanie served up dinner for both of them so that it was ready when Rodger came back into the dining room. She had fixed a favorite meal of his, Corn beef.
Once they were both seated, and grace said, Melanie asked, “So how was your day?”
“Basically good, Mom. Mr. Johnson opened up a Math module for me telling me that Jalaxian has shown improvement, but I will need to keep up the work if I am to achieve even a passing grade. We were given printing practices is our worst languages in last period, that was particular hard for me having never learned to hand write in Jalaxian before.”
“I'm glad to hear that you're improving in Jalaxian Rodger, do keep up the good work. But what about your new job at The Study?”
“It was a lot of fun to work on such engineering problems again, the hull composition is fastening,” Rodger gushed in response before he faltered. “But there was one down side. Commander Clancy had to give me a lesson in the safety rules.”
Melanie knew all about the safety rules having to sign off on them before she gave her consent to Rodger's participation, but she read her son's sheepish look, so much more pronounced than it was as an adult. “Just what kind of lesson, Rodger?”
“Um, the kind where she had to spank me for breaking one of the ones about directly handling the unknown materials myself.”
“And just when were you planning on telling me this?”
“I was honest Mommy,” Rodger urgently added then gave her a sheepish grin. “Right after dessert.”
“I really should tell you no dessert for you, for that. Really Rodger, waiting for the right time to tell me is one thing but I don't appreciate you trying to be sneaking like that. But the thing is I do not plan on using denial of dessert as a punishment with you; or any food punishment for that matter. Well, if you throw a tantrum over or are otherwise downright rude about a meal I might send you to bed without, but short of that, no. So I'm not about start now. Unless you have some other news, We will finish this talk at bedtime.”
With that they finished their meal. Melanie didn't try to push Rodger too hard for small talk knowing he would be preoccupied with his own thoughts now. When they were done Melanie informed him that on the school nights that he worked at The Study she would take over the after dinner clean up, so that he would have more time to do his homework, which she sent him off to do just that.
.oOo.
After Melanie was done drilling Rodger on this week's word list marking that he was finished with his homework for the night, she sent him off to get ready for bed. This felt particularly early to Rodger due to that fact he normally did his homework right after school, and so normally had some play and HV time before this point. But Rodger knew tonight was not a night to try to push bedtime, besides in reality it was not that much earlier than when his mom normally had him get ready or bed, which wasn't the same thing as being sent to bed.
So Rodger went about his nightly ablutions and was just about to head back downstairs having finished getting into his Dr. Dentons when Melanie came into his bedroom. But the part that gave Rodger pause was she was carrying his Birchwood paddle.
“Mommy, please not that paddle! Commander Clancy did a proper job! See,” pleaded Rodger as he turned away from her and bent over dropping his flap open to show off his fading but still discernibly pink bottom.
Melanie placed the paddle down on Rodger's compu-desk before she grabbed the back of desk's armless chair and pulled and turn it out to face Rodger and the bed. As she sat down she said, “Yes she does good work in everything she does, now please stand up and look at me so we can talk.”
When Rodger had done so—not bothering to redo up his flap—she continued, “The choice of the paddle isn't based how well the Commander chastised you over breaking the rules. It's to impress on you how seriously I consider breaking the safety rules. Honey you must understand what's at risk here. I already lost you for now as my husband; I set the safety rules so strict because I don't want to lose you completely!”
Rodger leaped up onto her lap to glomp his wife-turned-mother into a clinging hug. His tears had nothing to with his still tender bottom nor the impending padding.
After a few moments of mutual comfort Melanie lifted Roger when she no longer would have need to peel him off herself and deposited him over her lap.
“Right young man let's get down to business; it is a school night. As expected Leanna did as good of job as you said,” Melanie declared as she got a good look at his now upturned nates. Reaching for the paddle she added, “good enough that I think we can skip any warm up and get right to the point.”
Rodger yelp as the paddle landed and was quickly openly crying again as Melanie spread the paddle whacks up and down her target zone only doubling up in a round when she reversed directions on his sit spots.
“Please Mommy,” Rodger pleaded between sobs, “I'll be good! I promise I'll be more careful.”
With the wood stoked blaze being reignited in his bottom becoming the focus of Rodger's attention his perception of time was dilated so that to him it was much longer than what was in reality short but hard paddling.
Setting aside the paddle Melanie carried Rodger over to his bed and tucked him in.
“Now Rodger because you thought to be sneaky about the timing of telling me, instead of nano-lotion now, I will wait till morning before deciding on wither to give you some before sending you off to school tomorrow,” informed Melanie before she kissed him on the head and left his room, dimming the lights down to night-light level so that he could cry himself off to sleep.
