Gracie tossed and turned early that Saturday morning. It was only 4:14 but for some reason she could not sleep for anything. She knew that as a Penny she was supposed to wait until her parents came and got her to get up, and so sat in bed for a while. But as she sat in the pitch black, bored, she got the idea. Why not sneak downstairs and watch just a LITTLE holovision?

She never was allowed to watch purely fun shows, or very rarely, anyway. And it was early enough she should have a good hour before anyone would think about getting up. Of course if she got caught it wouldn’t be pretty but... she’d just have to keep from getting caught!

So Gracie tip-toed down the stairs and lay down in front of the holovision, turning on cartoons featuring Boswell Bunny. But one thing she hadn’t still learnt in her first three years as a Penitata, albeit a Kindern-Penitata, was to keep the volume low...

Liam and Sally Howard, Gracie’s parents, were sound asleep in their bed when they heard noises coming from downstairs. They exchanged fretful looks, afraid of yet another act of robbery... burglars had the habit of beaming in from small starships and take away valuable belongings before detection... but then the parents heard the Boswell Bunny music theme, and realized.

Uncle Liam got up hissing and went down the stairs as his wife tried to go to back to sleep, even though Sally knew there would soon be so much more noise than just the TV running.

“GRACIE MAE HOWARD!!” Uncle Liam bellowed from the top of the staircase.

Gracie jumped upon hearing her guardian’s very unhappy voice. “H-hi, Uncle,” she said as sweetly as possible, getting up from the floor and switching off the holovision.

The Uncle’s Little Girl act might have worked on her very first days, but definitely not now. “What are you supposed to be doing at four in the morning, young lady?” he asked crossly as he walked down to ground floor.

She gnawed a fingernail nervously. “Sleepin’... but Uncle, I could’n sleep and...”

“... and you should have called on one of us to have your Delta Inductor turned on!” He was trying not to yell, and not quite succeeding. “Your week-end spanking has just been upgraded to an appointment with your own SPANKING PADDLE, missy,” he announced ominously.

Grace’s hands immediately went around to her bottom. She should have known she’d have a ‘just-because’ coming! “Noooo... Uncle! Please! Sorry...” she whimpered.

“Gracie Mae! You should be thankful I’m not asking your aunt to join us!” Though probably she will do so on her own soon, he thought, but didn’t voice that. Instead he pointed to the staircase and looked at the frightened kid. “Up you go.”

The slender girl hung her head, a couple tears sliding down her face. Knowing it was futile to fight it, she slowly made her way to the stair case, her bottom-long, blond curly tresses bouncing slightly. Finally she made it into her room, and waited nervously for her uncle to join her.

Liam took his time though, for he wanted to let her boil in her own water a little. When he did enter her room he went for the hook right besides the window where the paddle hung, and under Gracie’s wide-eyed look he produced the formidable implement.

It was 18 inches long, 3’ wide and 1/3’ thick, made of hard maple wood and waxed with crimson red lacquer. On one side it read “Gracie Mae’s Very Own Spanking Paddle”, and the other side bore the motto “A Young Girl’s Tail Always Tells The Naked Truth!” Both were nano-engraved and wouldn’t leave additional marks, but that was very small consolation to the young Penitata.

Uncle Liam made sure to leave the door open before walking to her bed, paddle in hand. He sat down and ordered the kid to stand, which she did promptly – albeit on shaky legs.

“Gracie, I am extremely disappointed in you. Why did you do that?”

Gracie let out a sob. As much as she hated being a Penny, she still loved her aunt and uncle, and did hate disappointing them. “I dunno...” she responded sadly. “I... I just didn’ think... I was bored and... couldn’t sleep...” She sniffled, and played with a golden lock of hair with her finger.

“I understand,” said Liam, “but rules are there for a reason. You must be supervised at all times, especially this early in the day when we expect you to be in bed.”

With that, he grabbed Gracie under her armpits and lifted her small body up and across his broad thighs. Up went her lilac nightie, and soon her plain white cotton panties were lowered to mid-thigh. Gracie squirmed just a tiny bit as she was placed in the familiar position she’d been in hundreds of times – literally.

“Do you understand the reason beyond that rule, Gracie Mae?” he asked.

Gracie whimpered, but responded “Y-yes Uncle...” Heck, she thought, her uncle was starting right off on the bare? She must really have angered or hurt him... or both. She knew right then that she was in for quite the spanking.

If Uncle Liam’s first swats were any indication, she sure was! SMACK!! SMACK!! SPANK!! He put some good arm action behind each blow and his open hand covered almost all of her unblemished cheeks. He spanked on the same exact spot over and over again.

Gracie squealed right away. “Owwwwiiieee! Uncle not there!!!! Pleasssse!!!” How she hated it, those rare times he would do that.

But on he went, and since his palm was so large and her bum so small, soon all of her backside was blushing a glowing red. A minute or so into that assault he paused, and by this time Gracie was sobbing from the steady onslaught and gripping the bed sheets.

“Why are you being spanked, Gracie?” Unlike most ‘parents’ of Pennies, he liked his ward to speak during her spankings.

She knew better than to put off answering, so she forced out in-between cries, “B-because I wasn’ where... where I’s s’posed ta be an’ I was w-watchin the holoset...!!!”

“Correct,” he said as his hand crashed down on Gracie’s right sit-spot and thigh, eliciting a loud squeal. And there it landed again and again... “I do not... SPANK!... want to ever... SPANK!... catch you... SPANK!... disobeying deliberately... SPANK!... like that again... SPANK!... is that clear?” Each and every smack landed on the same tender spot.

“Ooooooooooowwww!” Gracie howled at the continuous onslaught all on the same tender spot. “I woooooon’t! Uncle!! Pleassssse....” She writhed on his lap, trying unsuccessfully to get away from the steady onslaught.

Uncle Liam’s free hand circled the child’s waist, while the other kept moving up and down rhythmically. “What is going to happen if you do that again?” he asked as his unforgiving palm turned Gracie’s left sit-spot as red as the right one.

“Eeeeek! I’ll be s-spanked... harderrrrrrr!” the nine-year-old rejuve sobbed miserably.

“That, Gracie, is the understatement of the century.” And with that, Uncle Liam completed his hand-made assault to the child’s now bright red nates. He let her cry over his lap for a few minutes before standing her to her feet.

The little one’s hands itched, wanting so desperately to reach behind her and rub out the awful sting, but having learned THAT lesson long ago. She looked fearfully upon her uncle, chewing a ragged fingernail, and hugging herself with the other hand

“Uncle, please no morrrrre....” she pleaded, even though she knew it was fruitless.

“You know better than to even ask, Gracie,” he scolded. “Now march yourself to the corner and make sure I see your well-spanked little fanny as I stack up the pillows for your well-deserved paddling!” He picked up the wooden tool and shook it in her face for emphasis.

Gracie’s face scrunched up sadly, and in fear, and with a gut-wrenching sob she ran to her punishment corner. To her chagrin her nightgown slipped down in the process, so she was forced to reach back and actually hold up the soft cotton fabric. No matter how often she’d been forced to bare herself also completely, it was still humiliating!

Uncle Liam glanced at her every now and then to make sure she complied. He piled four pillows vertically, so as to raise his little Penny’s behind up high for the paddle, then grabbed the tool. With a smile and a shake of his head, he called on the child.

“Gracie? Come here to take your bare-bottom paddling right now.”

Gracie knew that he was emphasizing the ‘bare-bottom’ part just to make her nervous... but the sad thing was that it worked! Giving a sob, she slowly eased her way over to her uncle.

“You are nine years old, Gracie. I have decided to be lenient and only give you nine swats – but GOOD!” He tapped the pillows with the large paddle blade, ordering her to get in position.

Grace couldn’t get too excited about nine harsh blows, but she also knew she was lucky not to get more. She started to go over the pillows, then stopped and turned around. She looked up at her Uncle and gave him a quick – so as not to make him think she was dawdling – hug.

“Thank you for being lenynt,” she whispered, misspelling the word and with still a tremor of nervousness in her voice.

Uncle Liam nodded and even smiled a little bit. He was, in spite of appearance, quite proud of ‘his’ little girl, and he and Sally liked to believe that it was these hard spankings to make her a basically good Penny. Eventually Gracie turned back around and climbed over the pillows. As soon as she was positioned, he raised her nightie up and out of the way to reveal her still red little backside.

Then he stood to her left and said firmly: “You know the procedure, Gracie Mae,” ... and a second later, the first one came down. CRACK!!

“Noooooooooo!” The girl hollered out loud as the throbbing consumed her every thought. She kept a firm grasp on the bedspread so that she would not reach back, earning her extra smacks. But even with only nine, the way he was laying them on, she knew it would be difficult.

Uncle Liam nodded at her shriek; not that he enjoyed causing her pain, quite the contrary, but he was such a firm supporter of Judicial Rejuvenation that he took great pride in performing his duties as he was expected to. He let Gracie recover for a few seconds as per protocol, then lined up the paddle and SMACKed it down hard across her bare and very red sit-spots TWO times in a row!

“Noooooooooo!!! Uncllllle!” The girl wailed and writhed, her hands twisting the bedspread in her hands, so close to reaching back, but determined not to earn any extras.

“I’m afraid so, Gracie.” CRACK!! across the kid’s buttocks. “You have earned each and every of these swats by your irresponsible and deliberately despondent behaviour. God help you if you dare break this one rule ever again!” SSSMMAACCKK!! again across her sit-spots.

“Aiiieeeee!!!!” This time her right hand raised up and started and go back after the incessant throbbing ache. She quickly snatched it back again, sobbing “Noooo... Sorreeeee...” Darnit, she thought, why did he have to keep focusing on that one spot? She hated it when she was forced to keep from reaching back like this.

Sadly for her, Uncle Liam and Aunt Sally didn’t tolerate the slightest infraction to the stay-in-position rule. Not a second later than Gracie’s hand was back in position, the paddle had smacked again on the kid’s full bottom cheeks, not very hard, but still deepening the dark-red glow there.

“That didn’t count, Gracie Mae! And I suggest you watch your hands from now on...”

Grace just howled and hung on for dear life. Why had she gone and done that? But she didn’t have long to dwell on that, for soon Uncle Liam was back to the ‘regular’ paddling and swats number five and six bit into the child’s relatively un-spanked, fleshier thighs. CRACK!! WHACK!!

She writhed and cried. “Uncle!!! I ssorry! Pleassse....” She had been right; even though this was only going to be nine smacks her uncle was making up for it with ferocity.

“I do believe you, Gracie...” SWAT!! “And I want you to remember how sorry you are right now, so that you can try and behave like a good little penny.” SPLAT! These both fell across the little girl’s sit-spots, on either sides, and Uncle Liam knew there was only one left.

“Ooooooooowwww!” the little one wailed piteously. How she wanted to reach behind her, to protect herself, but with muscles that shook from the exertion she held on tight to the comforter.

Uncle Liam noticed the effort, and although not exactly moved to compassion, he knew the kid couldn’t take much more like this. So he placed a hand on the small of her back, pressed down, and delivered the tenth and final, ferocious paddle swat diagonally across her backside. CRACK!!!

Her scream split the early morning air, and then she just dissolved into sobs. “Ooowww... UNCLLLLLE.... pleassse... hurrrrts....”

He was sure it did, at least judging from the burgundy color of her backside, where several purple bruises were already forming. Only the paddle’s perfectly smooth and rounded edges (as was typical for a KP) prevented actual skin damage, but still, her bum was not in a happy state.

At long last he dropped the paddle though, and at the same time snapped out of punishing mode. He collected Gracie gently from the pillows and held her close to him. She flung her arms around her uncle’s neck and held on for dear life. “Sorreeeee...” she wailed as she was cuddled.

Uncle Liam stroked her back gently, making sure neither his hand nor the nightie made contact with her bare bottom. “Shh... it’s okay. You have done wrong and you have been punished. This is it,” he said, knowing to seal the matter with those words, as he and Sally always did.

Gracie was still sobbing hard, but she felt better knowing she was back in their good stead. So many pennies had parents that held a grudge over the slightest thing for long periods of time, and left their ‘children’ never knowing if they were forgiven or not. But the child still struggled at the end of her spankings, remembering back to her real childhood that was entirely devoid of both punishments and any sort of aftercare. So deep down she was terribly grateful for her mother’s sister and her husband taking the time they did to punish and comfort her.

But there was no other way Liam and Sally would have it. True, Gracie Mae may not be their daughter, and true, she WAS a criminal to begin with... but the nano-web and the rejuvenation process that was punishing her had also made a *real* child out of her, with a child’s feelings, shortcomings... and needs. And she had been biologically young to begin with, after all.

So Uncle Liam kissed her forehead, lay her down on her stomach, and stayed with her until Gracie cried herself to sleep, a few minutes later.

– 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.

The Rejuve Universe, Copyright © 1997 Lurking Dragon. This series, Copyright © 2005 Haley and Christy.
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