DISCLAIMER: This is entirely a work of fiction, any resemblance to any living person either alive or dead is purely coincidental

This story is written for Adults only!

This story contains the spanking of minors if you are under 18 (or 21 in some jurisdictions) you should not be reading this (but you knew that anyway) The views in this story are not to be taken as the authors views regarding the spanking of real life children.

—Rodger Rabbit

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Shopping

Saturday 23rd Feb 2875

Part 4 of Problem of the Century

(F/f)

Joanne woke in her new bed to someone gently shaking her shoulder. for a moment she wondered where she was and who the arm belonged to and why her bottom was slightly sore but then the memory of what had happened the day before came back. She had been rejuved and somehow ended up as a six year old girl instead of the 8 year old boy she should have been. The hand belonged to her new mother and her bottom was sore because it had been soundly spanked the evening before.

“Time for you to wake up honey, we have a busy day ahead of us” came the urging as Susan pulled the covers off her new daughter and sat her on the edge of the bed while she picked up her clothes from the previous day off the chair.

“These will have to do for today I'm afraid Joanne, we don't have anything in the right size for you yet which is why I'm bringing our shopping trip forward a few days. ” Joanne only nodded, after all this wasn't totally unexpected “Now into the bathroom quick and lets get you ready.” This last order was accompanied by a light swat to Joanne's panty clad rear as she hopped out of bed. Once in the bathroom Susan ensured that Joanne was thorough with washing her face and used the sonic tooth cleaner correctly before taking a comb and beginning to comb out Joanne's hair which due to the foibles of the emergency rejuvanator was boyishly short. “That's something else we will have to buy today, you will be needing a proper hairbrush if I'm not going to wear mine out on you”

Wincing at this latest bit of news Joanne dyed her face with the soft towel being held by her new mummy before being escorted back to her room and dressed.

At the breakfast table Susan contained to outline plans for the day and reminded Joanne in no uncertain terms that she wouldn't hesitate to spank her new daughters bare bottom in front of everyone in the mall if Joanne's behaviour warranted it. Just as Richard arrived from the kitchen with breakfast, buttered toast with Jalaxian Taffiberry jam that was the latest craze after the botanists had finally managed to adapt the sweet tangy berry to grow in earth's soil. Despite her best efforts Joanne still managed to get the dark green sticky jam all round her face although thankfully none of it made its way onto her clothes. One quick and not overly gentle scrubbing later they were ready to set out for the mall.

Somewhat to Joanne's surprise instead of using the hover-car to go to the mall the Walters walked the kilometre or so to the mall taking a large power assisted shoping bag that folded to a small size when empty. A few children were crowded around one of the houses at the end their hands betraying them as mainly soft timers with the occasional hard timer thrown in and one older completas who Joanne guessed to be about 14 years old. The reason for the gathering soon became apparent as though the window the bright red behind of a young boy could be seen over his mother's lap being soundly spanked with a wooden spoon. Of course the spanking couldn't be heard due to the plastiglass double glazing that was practically soundproof as well as being a near perfect thermal insulator being shut against the chill of the late winter going on early spring weather.

Susan and Richard didn't stop as they passed the "show" but slowed down a little allowing Joanne a brief glimpse of the spanking.

On arriving at the mall Richard after setting at time to meet up for lunch headed off for some hardware supplies leaving Susan to sort the clothing shopping the first store Susan headed for was a clothing store specialising in rejuve styles. An assistant took Joanne up to a large glass screen and made her hold her arms out and close her eyes while a laser automatically measured her body before displaying a list of sizes on a small screen.

“Birchwood Primary?” asked the assistant as she lead the family over towards the school uniform section.

Susan simply nodded as the assistant found the right aisle.

“Right first of all the winter uniform...” The assistant picked a pale blue blouse off the racks followed by a navy blue knitted V neck jumper. Next came a heavy woollen chequered skirt with a brown leather belt, a pair of thick long woollen stockings and finally a bright blue tie with red stripes.

After the assistant verified that Susan didn't want to get the summer uniform just yet Joanne was taken over towards the underwear racks. Susan picked down two packs of simple white panties along with a pack of navy blue thick cotton school knickers that were approved for use in most of the schools in the area. Susan then found another pack of what appeared to be the same knickers but with a thin read stripe round the waistband and placed them in the basket with the rest of the uniforms.

Once the uniform supplies had been sorted out Susan took Joanne to the department that dealt with normal clothing for rejuves. By this time the neuro web implanted in Joanne's mind was starting to make her react as any 6 year old would and get rather bored of shopping. She started to lag behind Susan as she browsed though the racks of dresses and smocks occasionally holding something up to get a better look at it. As they came to the end of an isle Joanne spotted the toy section just ahead, not really thinking for a second she wandered over to the nearest of the shelves and started to gaze at the latest cartoon game chips.

Susan held up a Boswell Bunny printed fleece jumper to get Joanne's opinion when she noticed that her new daughter wasn't by her side. Having noticed Joanne lagging a bit before Susan looked down the aisle expecting to see Joanne a little way behind. When she was not immediately visible Susan walked back to the end of the row and spotting her new daughter next to the games strode over and grabbed her by the arm.

“Just what do you think you are doing here young lady? Did I not tell you to stay close to me?” she admonished sharply as Joanne's face registered first shock followed by the realisation that she was in trouble. “Remember before we came I told you that I wouldn't hesitate to spank you here in public? Well thats just what your in for!” With that still holding her charge firmly by the arm Susan manoeuvred Joanne towards a chair at the end of the aisle and pulled her now struggling daughter over her lap. With a quick swat to her rear end to keep her hands away Susan soon had her skirt high over her back as a small crowd of other shoppers gathered at a slight distance to watch the show.

<SMACK> <SMACK> <SMACK> <SMACK> <Owww!> <SMACK> Susan's hand impacted sharply with her daughters panty clad behind as she began to lecture “When I tell you” <SMACK> <SMACK> <Oweee> “to stay close to me” <SMACK> “or any thing else for that matter” <SMACK> <SMACK> <sniff> <SMACK> “I expect you to obey” <SMACK> <SMACK> “and especially not to” <SMACK> “Wander” <SMACK> “off!” With that she pulled her now sobbing daughters panties to her knees and without missing a beat dispute her daughters pleading not to bare her bottom in public kept up a hard fast barrage of spanks turning her daughters bottom from pink through to bright Scarlett. Sopping for a moment to let her daughters sobs subside Susan reached into her handbag and bought out her helper paddle. “As I don't quite think I've got though to you yet I think I good dose of the helper paddle is in order!”

“Owwww mummmyyyy I'll be goood <SNIF> wont wander off again!! <sob>”

“Well we will see, but you are getting a good paddling anyway, plus a good bedtime spanking with the hairbrush!” Joanne's cry of Nooooo was all but drowned out by the loud THWAP of the first stroke of the wickedly light helper paddle on her unprotected cheeks. <THWAP><THWAP><THWAP><THWAP><THWAP> Susan continued to paddle for what seemed like an eternity to Joanne but amounted to about 50 good licks before putting down the paddle and letting her new daughter cry herself out over her knee stroking her back gently. Once Joanne's sobs had died away to just the occasional sniff Susan stood her daughter up gave her a quick hug before pulling up her panties and heading off Towards the food court for lunch.