The characters in this story belong to me, their home belongs to Lurking Dragon. He created the entire universe the live in (Thanks LD!) I've been considering writing some Rejuve stories for a long time. The whole concept fascinates me.

While I don't think anyone can match LD's work, myself included (Although CK came close as did...um someone else who's name I fergetttt) I figured I would give it a shot.

I've hesitated about doing it mainly because there are people on this newsgroup already doing it, and well anyway I decided I might as well.

There are some notes about this story at the end because I didn't want to spoil it.

So anyway all of that being said...
   —Kessily

Sydney Marie looked around the room with new eyes. Only moments before it had looked so much smaller. Of course that was because a few moments ago she had been so much bigger.

She had just gone through the Judicial process of rejuvenation. It hadn't been her idea. In fact she'd been dragged kicking and screaming from the courtroom that had sentenced her. Her sentence, 2x8-12 was relatively lenient, but the shock of realizing what was about to happen overwhelmed her.

The resulting tantrum was dealt with quickly. Soon she found herself marched firmly to the room where she would receive her first rejuvenation. She was left alone, dressed in a clean hospital gown to wait for her new life to begin. The change when it happened was sudden.

One minute she was there in her gown. The next, she was naked. The garment was now much too big for her and had slid right off of her small body. She blinked her eyes rapidly. Sudden tears sprang into being and began to run down her cheeks. She couldn't believe this had happened to her.

Sydney began to wail. If she was a very good girl she would only be a hard time 'penny' for four years. If not she could look forward to eight years of daily spanking, and then still another nine years as a child until she reached the age of twenty-one. She couldn't do it. She just couldn't. It wasn't fair!

Images of the trial brushed through her mind before they gave way to the scene that had begun this whole nightmare. She had an appointment. She was a successful Realtor, and her career was everything to her, "I'm going to be late!" she cried as she jumped into her hovercar. No sooner had she started it when there was a sharp 'ping,' and a light flashed on the dashboard. It read "Automated driver down"

"Not now damn it!" It was a problem she'd been having on and off lately. She kept meaning to have it looked at but she was always so busy. Busy busy busy...and now she had to meet a client in a part of the city where hovercars were not allowed to be set to manual. There was simply too much traffic and too great of a risk of accidents.

But Sydney Marie had no choice, she decided that her appointment was more important then following the law. It was something she would regret later. She figured that the chances of getting caught with the small infraction was relatively small and decided to risk it.

She slipped the safety harness on and pulled her hovercar into the light traffic. It was always light in the suburbs. Only in the cities were the flight paths overly crowded. The autopilots handled the maneuvering, communicating to each other to be sure there were no accidents.

Sydney didn't have that protection. A passing police car registered that she had her vehicle set to manual and signaled for her to land. To this day Sydney would never know exactly why she reacted the way she did. In a panic she darted into another flight lane.

There was no point in trying to evade the police. They had the most sophisticated tracking systems. By now they already knew her name and address, so really escape was impossible. She didn't have the time to be stopped, and a ticket would be inconvenient, so she tried anyway.

She shifted from one lane to the next, only the fact that her auto pilot was broken allowed this. If it had been functional the police cruiser could have simply ordered it to land. All auto units were programed to instantly obey law enforcement officers.

The other cars were unable to avoid her crazy flight patterns. The result was the worst traffic jam in years, due to the rather large accident she caused. There were several injuries, thankfully only minor ones, mostly just luck, but the property damage was extensive.

Sydney found herself charged with a long list of crimes. They included reckless endangerment, failing to obey an officer of the law, and numerous traffic violations. The sum total of her crimes astounded her, and the judge as well.

He shook his head as he regarded her. "Young lady, it amazes me that someone could be so reckless and disregarding of other's safety. To try to outrun an officer's hovercar..." he sighed. "I'm afraid I have no choice but to sentence you to rejuvenation. A sentence of 2x8-12 should make you more cognizant of others.

A penny! Oh God! Being a penitatas meant enduring the most humilating punishment she could imagine. It meant she would be turned into a child, and made to live those years over again, at least once, and maybe even twice. During those years she would be subject to harsher punishment then a normal child got.

She would be spanked hard and long almost daily. She would go to a special school and would be spanked by her teachers. Then there were the holidays! Christmas meant being switched for her crimes. Fourth of July would make her bottom red, white, and blue. Not to even mention Diaspora and the spanking machines.

The gavel banged, while she stared wide eyed in shock. It was over. It was all over. She'd hated being a child even as a Kindern and now it would be worse. So much worse...She began to shriek, crying hysterically and fighting the guards that tried to lead her out of the room.

She relived all of it in her head and began to shake, holding her hands out before her so she could stare at them. They were so small now. Tears continued to run down her cheeks. Then suddenly the door was opening. Her hands dropped to her sides. Her old life over, she was ready to meet her new parents.

The door opened and her parents entered. They were full of excitement, rushing to pick up their new little girl. It was Sydney's first introduction to her new mommy and...her new mommy??? What was going on?

One of them noticed her befuddled looks. "Hello Sydney, you may call me mommy Kay. The counselors tell us that you had such a close relationship with your father that you never really got over his death. They felt that placing you with a new daddy would make you resentful," she said with a smile.

The other woman jumped in, "The government doesn't really approve of single parenting anymore so they felt you would benefit from two female guardians. You can call me mommy Cindy by the way."

Sydney looked from one woman to the other. Mommy Kay had long brown hair, and mommy Cindy had short blond hair. They didn't look much alike at all. "Are you married?" she asked curiously. Her tears had begun to dry up as she contemplated the women.

"No honey. Cindy and I have a different kind of relationship," Kay replied. She picked the eight year old up, wrapped her in her now oversized gown and headed towards the door. "Come on sweetie lets get you dressed while I explain."

They brought Sydney into a cozy little room across the hall. There was a pile of children's clothes on a chair waiting. They were exactly the kind of girly things that Sydney hated. She glared at the ruffled skirts with disgust. "I am not wearing those," she said firmly.

She crossed her arms over her chest and poked her bottom lip out in defiance. To her surprise her answer only amused her new parents. She didn't realize she had given them the opportunity to give her a good spanking before they even got her home.

She soon found out though, when her new mommy Kay picked her up and deposited her face down over her knees. "Young lady, you are now a naughty penny and you had better remember that!" Kay said. Her words were punctuated with crisp hand spanks.

It was only a short spanking. A scant dozen stinging slaps across her bare bottom. It was barely enough to sting and pinken the tender flesh, Kay knew the skin would be as pale as before by the time they got home. Which, was exactly how she wanted it.

The first spanking when Sydney arrived in her new home was going to be truly memorable. For the moment it was enough to provide Sydney the motivation to behave herself. The spanking, short as it was, did that. The eight year old was sniffling, and as soon as she was back on her feet her hands flew back to rub frantically at her bottom.

Kay and Cindy watched as the young girl hopped around doing the 'spanked girl' dance of repentance. Cindy took hold of the young girl, calming her down, "Settle down young lady! We still have to get you dressed and take you home," she said firmly.

While they tucked poor Sydney Marie into the feminine clothes she detested, both women explained their relationship. Cindy was a submissive, a spanko bottom, as well as a top at times. Kay was her top. They lived together in a D/s relationship, and had done so for years.

Both women enjoyed the idea of having a child in the home. Since they were both spankos it seemed perfectly natural for them to decide to 'adopt' a penitatas. Because of the counselor's recommendation to place her with a female couple they seemed ideal.

While neither of them would ever enjoy punishing a true child, the idea of an adult criminal in a child's body was intriguing. Especially one they would be able to spank as often as they liked. It was a much more tactile kind of age play and they looked forward to the experience.

They could spank her as much as they wanted, preferably every day. In fact, they were encouraged to do so. At the same time they could take comfort in the fact that they were helping a very naughty little penitatas repay her debt to society...in spades!

Finally Sydney was dressed. Her face flushed with humiliation as she caught sight of herself in a mirror on the wall. She looked silly, "I can't go out like thissssss," she wailed. She tugged at the hem of the VERY short, very poofy skirt. It almost resembled a ballerina's tutu in it's shortness.

She knew people would be able to see her pink panties, all decorated with a pattern of bows and dollies. People would stare. They would laugh and point and Sydney would die of shame. She just knew it!

"You certainly can, and you will," Kay replied firmly. She nodded to Cindy and each woman took one of Sydney's hands. They walked her through the halls and out into the waiting hovercar.

Once everyone was strapped into their safety harnesses, and the car had lifted off into traffic, Cindy turned in her seat to look at the little girl. The child had beautiful long black hair and wide brown eyes. Cindy smiled,"You're going to like your new home Sydney Marie. Well, as much as any Penny likes their home. We have a room all decorated for you," she gave the young girl a reassuring look before turning back in her seat.

Sydney could hear whispered conversations between her parents but she couldn't make out what they were discussing. She decided it was probably a good thing, and settled back to watch the scenery flash by. Her stomach twisted in knots while she considered what the next four years held in store for her.

Sydney entered her new home nervously. She had never seen a house that spankos lived in before. She wasn't sure exactly what to expect. Maybe whips. Maybe chains. Whatever it was she was looking for when she peered around her new surroundings, she didn't find it.

The house was cozy and comfortable. Just large enough to fit a family of three (as they now were) comfortably. The downstairs held a living room, family room, and a kitchen/dining room combined, as well as a full size bathroom. Sydney looked at her new mommys for permission before going up the stairs.

When they nodded and encouraged her to look, Sydney walked up the stairs slowly. The walls on both sides of the stairs were decorated with all sorts of framed artwork. Sketches, paintings, and now and then a charcoal drawing kept her attention.

She looked down at Kay and Cindy, who stood at the bottom of the stairs. "These say Kay...are they yours Ka...I mean mommy," Sydney asked.

"Yep, most of them are honey. Don't you want to see your new room?" She smiled at the little girl. "Come on, I'll come with you," she said. She started up the stairs and took Sydney's little hand. Cindy followed right behind.

"This is my room. Cindy's room is down the hall, and this..." she paused to open the door. "Is yours!" The door swung wide, and Sydney peeked in and looked around.

"It's a girl's room!" she exclaimed, scowling. She stayed in the hallway, not wanted to enter the sickly sweet room that was to be hers.

"Well, Sydney Marie! I should think so, I mean you are a girl," Cindy pointed out with an indulgent smile.

"I can't sleep in thereeeee!" Sydney wailed. The young lady was used to less feminine surroundings. The frilly pink and lavender room was about as far from anything she would have chosen, as it could be. It was bad enough she had to be a child all over again, why did she have to be tortured with ruffles and pastels?

"Sydney Marie! That is enough! Your mommy and I spent a lot of time making this room for you. I expect you to be much more grateful!" Kay's voice cracked like a whip and made the young penny jump.

Reluctantly the penitatas reminded herself that she no longer had any choices. She sighed, "Thank you very much for the nice room mommies. I'm sure I will like it a lot," she said with as much sincerity as she could muster. Which wasn't much, she was talking about pastels after all!

"That's a little better," Cindy commented. "Kay it's about time we got started with her welcome spanking isn't it?" Cindy asked. As Kay's sub it was her job to remind her of these things.

"Yes, I believe so." Kay replied. She was still giving Sydney a stern look. "Go on into the room young lady," she ordered. Sydney frowned, but obeyed, stepping into her new bedroom.

She stood in the center of the carpet, bunching the hem of her very short skirt in her hands nervously. Her stomach was spinning around and making her feel sick. She knew what was about to happen, and she hoped it wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be.

Cindy knelt in front of the little girl and began to unfasten her clothing. The dress, undershirt, and panties were soon removed and the penny was left naked. While this was going on, Kay had moved a straight back chair to the center of the room.

"Sydney Marie, it's time for your first official penitatas spanking. Mommy Cindy is going to spank your little bottom until it's nice and red. Just like a naughty little penny deserves. Then after she's done, I'm going to take a hairbrush to you, until you never ever even think of breaking another law!" Kay said sternly.

Cindy picked up the eight year and placed her face down across her lap. She didn't even give Sydney the chance to try to cover her bottom, instead she grabbed the girl's hand and pinned it firmly to the middle of the child's back.

"Now Sydney, I hope you realize exactly how naughty you've been," Cindy said as she began to pepper the bare bottom with sharp spanks. "You know better then to drive on manual in a restricted area, don't you?" she demanded.

"Yes mommy! I know better. I'm sorry, I won't do it again!" Sydney said immediately. She hoped that the instant agreement would persuade her new mommies to grant her some mercy, but it didn't.

"And you know better then to run away from an officer of the law, now don't you young lady?" Cindy asked. She stepped up the speed and strength behind the spanking until her arm was a blur of motion. Sydney howled, and kicked her little legs frantically.

"Y.y.yesss," she wailed. Her bouncing bottom was stinging horribly. She couldn't think about anything but the terrible burn that was building up in her hindquarters.

"That's right! You knew better, but you did it anyway. Now you are a naughty little penny and you are going to be punished!" Cindy said, pouncing on Sydney's own words.

"You *SMACK* will *SMACK* never *SMACK* break *SMACK* another *SMACK* law *SMACK* if *SMACK* we *SMACK* have *SMACK* anything *SMACK* to *SMACK* say *SMACK* about it!!!" Cindy said. She continued to lecture in much the same way, ensuring that Sydney knew exactly what had brought her to such a sorry state.

Suddenly Sydney found herself back on her feet. Both hands flew back to rub, but they were quickly intercepted. "No rubbing little girl!" Kay said. She marched her daughter to a corner of the room, moving the sobbing girl along with brisk spanks.

"You put your naughty nose right in that corner and don't you move an inch!" Kay ordered. Sydney sobbed, and cried, and generally let everyone know how miserable she was, and that was allowed. However, the moment she peeked back to see what was happening, she found herself bent over for another dozen spanks.

"I said to keep the nose in the corner Sydney Marie!" Kay said sternly.

She put her nose against the wall and cried. The sting was now renewed and a horrible itching had started in as well. This time she obeyed and didn't move, not even a little bit. After a long ten minutes she was called from the corner.

"Come here young lady," Kay said. She was now the one seated in the chair, and Sydney approached her slowly, filled with dread. As soon as she was close enough Kay hauled the sniffling girl across her knees. "Cindy please get me the hairbrush," Kay said.

Cindy obediently retrieved the flat backed brush, and handed it to Kay. "Sydney, this brush is an antique. Your mommy has had it since she was a little girl," Cindy explained for the penny's benefit. Sydney could have done without the information but she wasn't silly enough to say so!

Kay broke in, "Now, young lady I am going to make you very sorry for everything you did!" she announced. The cool wood of the brush rested lightly on Sydney's bottom, and she clenched her cheeks nervously in response. Suddenly the light touch of the implement was gone. It returned a second later with a resounding smack.

Sydney bucked frantically. "NOooooooo!!!!!! I'm sorryyyyy. I'll be gooodddddddd," she screamed. Kay ignored her and continued to blister the little penny's repentant bottom cheeks. Six. Twelve. Twenty-four times the brush crashed down.

The young girl was reduced to sobs and hysterical howls by the time Kay finally handed the brush back to Cindy. She nodded with approval as she inspected her daughter's well roasted backside. She gave it a pat, "Up you go Sydney Marie. It's back to the corner for you," she said.

Sydney crawled painfully off the maternal lap, and walked stiff legged back to the desolation of the corner. Tears ran freely down her cheeks, and her head dropped forward to rest against the wall. If only she could go back in time, she would do everything different she thought to herself.

She would certainly not have ended up in a judicial courtroom. If she could just change things, she would never break a law so long as she lived. But, it was too late. She had done the crime and now she would pay for it. Over and over and over again.

Sydney jumped when a hand touched her shoulder, "Come on Sydney. We're going to give you a nice hot bath, then you get a spanking on your wet little bottom before we tuck you into bed," Cindy said.

Sydney Marie's mouth dropped open in horror. They couldn't possibly mean to spank her again! "But...but I...it's only afternoon and and..." she babbled nervously.

Cindy nodded. "That's right but naughty little girls go to bed early. They go with sore bottoms and empty tummies as well," she informed the little penny.

Sydney's eyes filled with tears again, only a few minutes after they had stopped. It was becoming apparent fairly quickly that she wasn't going to enjoy her sentence one little bit. Sydney didn't protest as Cindy led her down the hall to the bathroom. Her clothes were stripped away efficiently and she was told to stand in the corner until her bath was ready.

The little penitatas felt sorry for herself as she stood there, naked and trembling. Behind her she heard the sounds of water running. Soon she was called over. Cindy lifted the girl into the tub even though Sydney could have gotten in on her own.

Everything that had been done so far seemed designed to remind her that she was now a very little girl, no longer an adult. She wasn't even allowed to wash herself. She had to sit red cheeked (on both ends) while one of her new mommy's did everything for her.

After she was scrubbed clean, it was time for her spanking. Cindy picked her daughter up out of the tub and set her down on the cold tile floor. Kay came into the bathroom and they exchanged duties. It was Kay who took the little one across her lap and spanked pink little cheeks as they bounced and wiggled under her attention.

She used only her hand, but on a wet and already sore backside it was more then enough. "Puhleaseeee mommyyyy. I'll be good!" Sydney Marie sobbed desperately. It was too late for that though. She was learning a painful lesson about paying the consequences for her actions. No good behavior on her part would let her escape what she had already earned.

The spanking was long, and felt even longer. When it was done the crying penny found herself being dressed in a baby doll nightgown. It was decorated with Terry Tiger. A female cartoon character that was popular with children in the 28th century. It was adorably girlish and educational as well, since Terry focused on teaching children their letters and numbers.

Sydney thought it was hideous of course. When she had been adult she hadn't paid much attention to cartoon icons. Terry however, was so famous that her orange and black stripped face could be found virtually anywhere. She had wondered how anyone could allow their child to watch such a sappy show.

Wisely, she kept her comments to herself now. It was just one of the many things she had no say over anymore. In fact she had a feeling that voicing her dislike for the creature would lead to a never ending parade of Terry covered clothing.

She sighed and plucked at the front of the nightgown, but slipped under the covers of her bed without a word. The bed itself was a mass of 'Princess Mermaid' pictures. Yet another popular children's show. Except this one focused more on entertainment then actual education. It was deemed suitable for Penitatas only because it tended to have a moral base in each episode.

Kay smoothed her new daughter's hair back and smiled at her. "We are glad to have you Sydney Marie," Kay told her.

The little penny was surprised and said so. "I'm a criminal why would you want me. Oh. Because you like to spank I guess," Sydney decided after she thought about it.

"No, well that IS part of it," Kay said. She sat down on the edge of the bed. Cindy who was standing on the other side of mermaid bed took a cue from her and sat as well.

"Raising a child, any child can be fulfilling. You are a penitatas that's true, and we will enjoy spanking you. Like any parent though we will take pride in your accomplishments, and we will love you."

Cindy jumped in to add her two cents," We realize that at some point in your life things went wrong. That doesn't make you a bad person just a naughty one. It isn't as though you were convicted for murder after all," Cindy reminded the little girl. "You made some very bad mistakes and we intend to raise you all over again. This time you will know better, because we will make sure of it." Cindy finished.

"Exactly, and now little girl it's time for bed. Since it's been such an exciting day I'll be putting the delta inducer on. It will help you get right to sleep. Normally after a good hard punishment I would let you feel the effects while you tried to fall asleep on your own, but I'll make an exception tonight." She looked at Sydney and waited.

Sydney guessed what was expected of her after a second or two of pregnant silence. "Thank you mommy," she whispered. She was grateful, sort of. Her bottom was throbbing so much she probably wouldn't have been able to go to sleep without help.

"You're welcome Sydney. You are very welcome," Kay replied. Sydney Marie had a feeling that her mommy's words implied more, but just then the delta inducer kicked in. She struggled against it for a second but it was useless. She fell deeply asleep for the first night in her new home.

Next

Notes-

It had occured to me that so far in the future all parents, married couples, etc would no longer be Hetero or neccesarily different sexes. A child who is 'gay' might be placed with homosexual parents of the same sex, or they may not be. Depending on the needs of the penny.in Sydney's case she was not a lesbian and was placed with female parents for an entirely different reason.

The parents in my story are women but are not 'together' in the married sense. I choose not to say what their orientations are at this point because it really doesn't matter for the purpose of this story. I also bring up a D/s relationship as opposed to just married couples into spanking, because I think in this universe such relationships could be considered as valid parent units.

As for Sydney being better with two female parents because she was so close to her father. I also think that is valid. If you were incredibly close to one of your parents, and you were informed you had to call a stranger mommy or daddy instead of them, wouldn't you be resentful?

If the person is resentful and stubborn how can they be rehabilited? So it occured to me that counselors might take that into account when determining parents for a new rejuved penny. Anyway those are just my opinions. any thoughts?

please let me know what you think, even if it's critical :)

—love kess