This story's setting is in Lurking Dragon's Rejuve Universe, specifically on the colony planet Vladivost in the mid-28th century.
Perspective
By Crimson Kid
Sitting between his two lesbian mothers, Heinrich Highsmith felt a flutter of anticipation — but dread rather than arousal.
If he'd still been a twenty-year-old, sexual excitement would have been galvanizing his nerve endings. However, he was a rejuved six-year-old Penitatas, a sentenced criminal, with a different perspective.
Whether it was his child's body or the brain-spanning nanoweb that induced emotional immaturity, the penny couldn't be certain, but something had eliminated the expected eroticism from his psyche.
He regarded the two women — Marta, a tall, well-toned blonde wearing the burgundy-and-gold uniform of a master sergeant in the Starfleet Commandos, piloting the hovercar, and Sophia, a plump, pert brunette in civilian attire — and envisioned six years of stinging-hot, bare-bottomed blisterings at their hands.
The thought was daunting, making the youngster shudder.
"Don't worry, sweetie," Sophia said soothingly, "You'll like your home...our home. We're going to show you the error of your ways by loving you dearly."
"Plus spanking you soundly," her partner added, "But with affection."
Heinrich's plan had been based on the misfortune of a college acquaintance of his. The young man had taken an intoxicol-induced risk by vandalizing the headquarters of the Galactic Society of Sappho and been arrested in the act. Because he'd glowpainted derogatory terms about lesbians on the building, he'd been convicted of a bigotry offense and, after being rejuved to a six-year-old, placed to begin his Penitatas sentence (2x6-12) with a lesbian couple.
Although his schoolmates had expressed sympathy over their ex-colleague's fate, Heinrich had experienced envy — he was clandestinely a bottom spankophile whose hottest sexual fantasies involved being paddled extensively by beautiful women.
Copying his comrade's circumstances, he'd managed to produce nigh-identical results. However, perhaps he should've followed his Plan B option for fulfilling his spanko-bottomish desires, winning for a girlfriend a fem-dis Traditionalist — that relationship could've been terminated if necessary.
It was too late to act on second thoughts, although Heinrich was definitely having them. Even while being maternally dressed immediately after rejuving, he'd begun to have doubts....
"Look at those chubby buns," Marta had chuckled, "Perfect for what they'll be undergoing soon."
"Don't be embarrassed, sweetheart," her paramour had cooed, "You'll be naked in our presence quite regularly. Here, we have such a cute retro-style jumpsuit for you." She'd helped him into the comfortable outfit.
"Gray camouflage," the blonde had noted, "With Waffen-SS insignia, rank of corporal — for corporal punishment."
"On Heinie's bare hiney." Sophia had giggled.
Momentarily the family arrived home.
"Time to welcome our brand-spanking-new son," Marta announced, "With a good hard seat-smacking."
"Let's get you ready," Sophia told the penny child, briskly stripping him down completely; her partner flourished a 'Mother's Helper' paddle.
Seating herself, the uniformed woman plopped Heinrich face-down across her strong thighs. Although desperate to feel erotic arousal, he experienced only childish dismay as the implement's flat surface patted his upturned pale posterior.
"This is going to be great fun." Marta eagerly raised the paddle. "Don't you agree, Heinie dear?"
The rejuve sighed gloomily. "It depends on perspective...."
The End
© Copyright Crimson Kid, 09 June 2003
