Grace Margaret Staunton had always had a knack for choosing bad company. In kindergarten she always sided with those kids who destroyed others’ sandcastles. She never did anything bad herself but would always support the in-crowd. Teachers and parents hardly even noticed.

At nineteen, things hadn’t changed. Her cool friends would always be her first choice over everything else. Again her parents shrugged; she was just “young and carefree”. They’d tried spanking her... once, at 12, but Grace was too stubborn and full of herself to be taken down even just a peg.

Plus, her parents were strong believers in the no-spanking approach in child-raising. They could never bring themselves to hit their own offspring apart from that one time, nor did they agree with the judicial rejuvenation system and all the spanking consequences brought upon rejuved criminals.

They were actually against the society as a whole. Especially the Drakonians: it was them to have introduced the rejuvenation technology to begin with, and to have such strong and misleading influence over Human youths. “They perform all kinds of evil alien mumbo-jumbos on the clean minds of Earthlings to sway them from rectitude!” was one of Grace’s father’s favourite mottos.

While a smart girl, Grace tended to follow in the footsteps of those she knew. She didn’t actually hate Drakonians: she wasn’t a mean person and not one who could do harm, but if those around her hated them, she did too. Emulation was her major drawback.

And eventually it led to major trouble.

Her latest choice in bad company was the Blue Planet gang in Futura City where she lived. The BP’s had some political influence in high schools and colleges. Their creed: the eradication of any and all Drakonian presence from the Solar System, “for a purged and purified Humankind”.

From the smallest acts of propaganda to the full out aggression of visiting Draks, Blue Planet regularly made the Department of Corrections’ Most-Wanted monthly local bulletin.

Grace Margaret Staunton wasn’t a group leader by any means. She was quite the underdog instead, the kind of person leaders could use to do dirty jobs and take the blame.

One Friday in May, 2771, she was given her first ‘important’ assignment: a Drakonian ambassador was to visit Futura City and a big steel monument had been crafted for the occasion. It was covered with a large shroud and kept in a warehouse, unattended at night. The day before the ceremony Grace sneaked up to the monument, got under the shroud and painted obscenities – including anti-Drak propaganda – all over the monument.

She had barely just begun when she was busted. The Police had suspected the BP’s or some other group would attempt such a thing, and were waiting in hiding. The Drakonian ambassador himself was there, his green-skinned tail twitching in nervous irritation.

“This young Human must be rejuved and given lickings,” he declared in court a few days later. Since Drakonians spank with their tongue, the term ‘licking’ fit well!

Grace, now contrite and scared, was sitting with her parents wearing only a loose white prison gown. Green fur-padded KidKuffs^tm secured her wrists. She no longer wanted to be a part of Blue Planet, or any other gang. Upon being questioned she had to confess all of her *other* crimes for the BP’s, one of which had been stealing some construction material a few months aback.

Theft was always serious: she just knew she would be rejuved. She’d heard stories from her parents of the awful torturing rejuved kids had to undergo, in the form of insanely cruel spankings. She knew deep down it couldn’t be *that* bad... especially if you weren’t made a hard-time Penitata. There were two other choices. She could be made a Juvenala-Penitata, in which case she would be allowed to remain with her own family and have an assigned governess to administer the spankings, and no special punishment days. But that was rarely granted to someone so close to becoming a full-fledged adult. There was another possibility, though... but still she sat there quaking with fear.

“However,” the Ambassador continued, “in order to favour and renew close kinship between our two races, I plead the court to be lenient in judging this young Human female.”

His appeal was paid heed to. Judge Ticabon Phillips, a 5’8 muscular man with grey hair, nodded his head and addressed Grace:

“I shall give you a choice,” he said. “Give us the names of all those you have known within Blue Planet, and we will make you a KP – a Kindern-Penitata.” It wouldn’t be nearly as bad a hard-timer, with less frequent ‘just-because’ spankings, as well as fewer, if any, special punishment days.

Gasps rose from the audience. Vandalism and theft, no matter how petty, were always punished very severely by the Department of Corrections.

Grace needn’t think twice: she ratted on everyone she knew – which, given her low ‘rank’ in the gang, wasn’t much. But it was something. A quick mind scan by a Rigellian telepath confirmed her answers. And so it was decided.

“Grace Margaret Staunton,” said Judge Phillips solemnly. “You are hereby convicted to two 6-to-12 cycles of rejuvenation as a Kindern-Penitata. The backs of your hands will be marked with hollow ‘KP’ signs. You shall be hosted in the house of Sally and Liam Howard... your biological Aunt and Uncle. They have been guardians for naughty Pennies since well before you were born, young lady. Any further infraction during your KP time shall be dealt with most severely, so don’t even think of that. You shall have the many duties and the few privileges connected with your status: one Special Punishment Day on Easter, with a lowered base count but make no mistake, you could be blistered by the end of the day... then, a number of ‘just-because’ weekly spankings, and a selection of mild-to-moderate spanking implements that your guardians will use on your bare little six-to-twelve year old bottom. Your name will be Gracie Mae, as is more proper of a young girl. You will be given your Aunt’s family name of Howard. Such is the irrevocable ruling of this court.”

He slammed the mallet, a remainder of the old days of Justice, and left the courtroom. Grace did feel a bit relieved, but couldn’t hold her tears any longer and just sobbed for all she was worth.

She was allowed a few minutes alone with her parents, who stuck to their no-spanking policy and promised they’d “get her out of that madhouse”. Grace did the first really adult thing in her life and told them off, saying that it was about time they grew up too and that she didn’t want their help. Astonished silence was their only reaction.

Minutes later she was being taken to a judicial Rejuvenation Chamber. It was May 15, 2771. The day of her rejuvenation would be her  new official birthday. She went in Grace Margaret Staunton and came out Gracie Mae Howard – a cute, little, blonde six-year-old with bottom-long curly hair and the cutest green eyes you’ve ever seen.

And like all children, she was suddenly scared of what was to come.

~*~*~

That very evening both Aunt Sally and Uncle Liam walked into Gracie Mae’s pink-and-lilac decorated bedroom to deliver her first spanking.

Gracie had been sullen all afternoon after rejuvenation, earning herself more than a few swats by the nurses while she was being visited at the Department of Corrections. They they’d taken her home and given her a tour of the house. A quick dinner was given, and then straight to bed at 7pm.

Aunt Sally sat on the bed and patted her lap meaningfully: “Come here, honey dear. Time to get your first bedtime bottom warmer... it won’t be daily, but there will be some of these.”

Six-year-old Gracie had never been in this position before, even though she’d always known her aunt and uncle to be penny parents. She just never thought they would be HER penny ‘parents.’

Sniffling, the young blond whimpered. “Please... Aunt Sally... doooon’t... I promise I’ll be good!” The small hands went behind her to cover her bottom, an instinct that even those who have never been spanked before seem to have – and that the nano-web now in her brain enhanced.

The woman shook her head, suddenly losing her sweetness. Again she pointed at her lap, but Uncle Liam just walked to where Gracie was and held her hand, then half-dragged her to the bed.

“Lift your nightie, Gracie Mae,” Aunt Sally ordered as she patted the kid’s side.

The child was panicking by this point. “Nooooo...” she whined. There was just no way that she could get used to these spankings... especially when they weren’t for anything specific she’d done, other than her original crime.

From the top of their Penny-parenting experience, Sally and Liam knew well that the first spanking is the hardest. They also knew the solution: just do it. So Sally raised the kid’s Boswell Bunny nightgown herself and took down her panties so fast that Gracie hardly knew what had happened. Once she did, she immediately started crying.

“Uncle Liammm... Aun’ Sally! Pleasssse!”

She whined as she threw her hands back behind her to cover her bottom, but by then she was already being lifted under her armpits by her uncle and deposited like a sack across Sally’s lap. The woman pinned her down and rested her hand on her small bum.

“Believe it or not, Gracie Mae, we are doing this because we love you, not only because we’ve been ordered to. You can’t imagine just how LUCKY you are to have stayed within the family...”

SMACK! Her hand came down loudly across the kid’s tiny cheeks.

“Owwww!”

Gracie howled and kicked her small legs. It was more from shock than anything else... but it stung, and to her six-year-old mind she was being killed. Still, she was smart enough to know that it would be a lot worse before it was any better.

Aunt Sally recognized the typical reactions she and Liam got from pretty much every newly adopted Penny. This did feel a bit different because it was their biological niece, but if anything, that made Sally put even more swing in her disciplining swats.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!  Less than a dozen smacks later Gracie’s bottom was glowing a bright red as her Aunt spanked on.

“Oooowwww!” Gracie Mae wailed as her cheeks began to sting and burn. She was supposed to take twelve whole years of this? There was just no way! “Aun’ Salleeeee.... Puh-leassse! Stoooop!”

Liam, who was watching cross-armed, chuckled slightly and left. His wife too was amused at such an early request to stop but did keep up undeterred. Two dozens swats later she paused.

“Gracie Mae Howard, you have committed a heinous crime and are here to be punished,” she said, pointing a finger at the kid’s head. “You will be spanked thrice a week as per the Judge’s orders, plus any time you earn it. Is that understood?” 

Gracie sobbed even harder at the pronouncement of all these spankings. How was she EVER going to make it? Finally she muttered out, although rather bitterly, “Yes, Aunt Sally...”

“Now, that’s my good girl,” Sally cooed.

She patted Gracie’s warm cheeks and waited. Then seeing as Liam still didn’t return, she resumed her brisk handspanking, this time to the girl’s plump sit-spots and thighs too!

“Nooooo!”

How she had hoped her aunt was finished. Before long every inch of her nether regions was stinging profusely, and Gracie was crying hard. She would soon find out that this really wasn’t all that much of a spanking, but at the moment, it was positively awful!

Her backside was indeed showing the signs of a well-taken spanking by then, even though Sally knew that she could push it far beyond that. She had in the past, she thought it proper, and she was *supposed* to, as a penny-parent… but for the time being this was enough.

At last Liam returned... holding his wife’s large, oval wooden hairbrush. Sally stopped as he showed it to Grace and said: “This, young lady, is one of the things you’re going to be spanked with if you misbehave. And now you’re going to feel a sample of it on your bare little bottom!”

Gracie squealed. “Nooooooo! Bu’ I wasn’ bad! Pleassse nooooo!” Aun’ Sally nooooo!” She started to struggle, wanting nothing more than to get up.

“That’s right, today you weren’t,” said Sally as she accepted the brush and easily restrained the small child, “and this is to make sure you think twice before you are...”

CRACK!! CRACK!! The brush came down hard once across Gracie’s cheeks and once across her sit-spots. It was so big it easily covered her rear from side to side.

“Oooowwwwwww!” Gracie screamed. That hurt more than she would have ever guessed! “Noooooo! Hurrrrrrrtssss!” She balled her fists and squeezed her eyes shut against the pain.

“Yes, it hurts plenty,” said Uncle Liam. “Remember that, because it’s going to be many more swats with the hairbrush when you misbehave.”

“Is that understood, Gracie Mae Howard?” Aunt Sally asked, SMACKing down a third time. Three scarlet blotches painted the kid’s backside.

“Ooooww... yessssss!” the child sobbed desperately. “Just no mooore! Pleeeease! No mooore!”

“There will be more if you misbehave. So, simply be good.”

Aunt Sally put down the hairbrush and stood the kid up to her feet. She wrapped her in a hug and comforted her... something that most penny parents, even of soft-timers, seldom did.

Gracie flung her arms around her aunt. Odd, she thought, how she could want that comfort from someone who had just purposely inflicted so much pain on her. But that loving hug definitely was needed, and so she cried into her aunt’s embrace.

“There, there,” Aunt Sally patted her back. “The fact that you’ve been a criminal and are here to pay your dues to society doesn’t mean we hate you.”

“Quite the contrary in fact,” said Uncle Liam patting Gracie’s head. “Now you walk to the corner and face it. Toes and nose pressed into the walls. You must keep your nightie up and not rub your bummy, is that clear?”

He thought he’d give Gracie a little ‘Cornertime 101’ since she wasn’t used to it.

Sobbing, Gracie gave a small nod of her head then hung it as she trudged over to her corner. Almost gladly she pulled the nightgown off her bottom... even the soft cotton chafed her tender bum. It took every ounce of restraint to not rub while she was at it, but somehow she managed.

Aunt Sally and Uncle Liam wouldn’t voice it, but they were proud of how their niece was coping after all. They knew it would be hard for her to get used to this regime, but they also knew she could make it if properly guided. Not that she had a choice anyway.

~*~*~

Three years later...

~*~*~

The same evening of three years later Gracie Mae had indeed grown used to just-because bedtime spankings – but never enough for her taste.

“Aunt Sally, pleassse! You just gave me a just-because spanking!”

“Oh no. That was a pre-emptive spanking to make sure your foul mouth didn’t get you in trouble... THIS is your just-because bedtime spanking,” she said smiling placidly as she patted her lap.

Sighing, and even as the nine-year-old trudged over to her aunt, she whined, “It’s not faaiirr...” She let herself be guided over her aunt’s knees however.

“Who ever said life is fair, Gracie dear...” Aunt Sally sighed dramatically. “But don’t forget you still didn’t come clean of your original crime.”

As she said that she worked the (now bigger) girl’s nightie up and her panties down. Then she smacked her already pink bottom much more vigorously than she had three years earlier. Gracie whimpered, but unlike that first time years ago, didn’t cry out. There would be plenty of time for that later. Even on an already stinging bottom, this was nothing to the penny-hardened buns.

And that’s why Aunt Sally put wrist-action behind each spank. Gracie’s behind glowed a bright pink under her rigid palm, for several minutes on over before she paused to rub the scalded cheeks.

By then Gracie was crying insistently, definitely feeling the burn. “No more... pleeeassse Aun’ Sally... pleassse” she begged, even though she figured it was fruitless. But there was something in the nano-web that had been installed into her brain during rejuvenation that just HAD her begging.

“I’m sorry, Gracie, but you *do* know there is more...”

 Sure enough, Aunt Sally’s hard hand attacked Gracie’s sit-spots and thighs almost down to her knee-hollows, knowing the flesh gets very tender there. Not to mention it would show under the girl’s dresses and skirts all weekend long.

“Oooooow!” That never failed to get a rise out of the child, and she could help but kick with the ferocious smacks. “Aun’ Salleeee! No’ therrrrrrrre! Pleasssse!”

“This IS your weekend spanking, after all,” Aunt Sally said, “and we do want your friends at the park to know you’ve been dealt with. Right, dear? You should be grateful I’m not strapping you.”

Oh, the idea in and of itself made Gracie’s cheeks (her other cheeks) blush profusely. But she knew better than to argue with her aunt, so she just hung there and sobbed, instead.

Aunt Sally continued to spank for two more minutes, until her own hand ached some. It was only then that she let up. “Alright,” she said. “I’d say this does it for tonight and this week.”

She collected Gracie under her armpits and held her close to her chest as the girl sobbed. No matter how hard she and Liam could go on her, they *did* love the kid to pieces. Perhaps Gracie didn’t realize just how much worse things could be for her, even as a KP, with other guardians... but she did know she was lucky to be with her family that loved her. So she stayed in her aunt’s embrace, knowing that she was indeed loved. Sally cuddled her for a few minutes before gently laying her down on her tummy. She pulled her panties all the way off and left her bum bare as she covered it with the soft cotton blanket.

“Do you have any homework left for the weekend?” she asked as she set the Delta inducer.

Gracie shook her head. “No ma’am,” she answered truthfully.

“Good. You’ll have the day to yourself then. Sleep well.”

She kissed Gracie’s head, patted her bottom mildly, and turned on the Delta inducer so that the girl drifted into a restful and dreamless sleep.

– The End –

This story does not necessarily represent the authors’ point of view about anything. It is simply a work of fiction. The characters herein portrayed are invented and do not resemble reality to the best of the authors’ knowledge. This account is entirely fictitious. Any similarities to other persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

This story is written for the sane amusement of adult readers. It does not intend harm and does not promote violence of any kind, including spanking. No offence is meant to any group, ethnicity or individuals.

The authors do not necessarily endorse the non-consensual disciplinary spanking of actual children and/or teenagers.

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