At the mall/Page1

Disclaimer : This story is based on a roleplay with Darkriver.

AT THE MALL
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NOTE: The following is based on a roleplay between my and DarkRiver (A friend on the Nowakid forum), spell checked and grammar checked and has been converted to story.

Julia organized her bag in preparation for the trip. Her little penni was going to be starting school soon, not to mention an upcoming birthday, and therefore this wasn't going to be like a normal shopping trip. Yes, there were groceries to buy but there would be other things too. Organizing her list there were a number of things to consider. So far her little charge had gotten away with level one paintees but these were quickly being outgrown, as were her ordinary panties. School dresses, some shorts for good occasions and plenty of school supplies. Including but not least of all some upgraded switches, a new hairbrush and some good old fashioned willow rulers.

Putting her helper paddle in her bag, she turned to her young partner, Mitchel, talking to him politely. "Hun, can you go up and get Kimbers, Make sure she's ready. We have a not-so-fun day planned for her after all!" Mitchel grinned, sitting at the couch he looked up over the back of the chair. "Oh - that's right, we're gonna size her for that today aren't we?" Julia laughed, "Yes. Not that She'll get anything out of it to her birthday - but the school stuff comes first." Grinning, Mitchel bounded out of his chair and up the stairs to check on their young charge.

Nealry 6yo Kimberly (Kimbers to her Mommy and Uncle Mitchel... when she was good) eyed her room carefully. Her bedroom had a dusty rose theme to it, with the occasional earth tone thrown in. The bed was made properly, the few toys she was allowed where put away in the tiny toy box at the foot of her bed. Her desk was tidy and yesterday's dirty clothes were in the hamper by her door.

Her muddy brown eyes looked down to regard her own appearance. Uncle Mitchel had put her into a fairly short pink skirt that allowed the slightly snug level one pain-ties to peek through. Mitch had decided to put the little girl into them that morning because she'd been a little rambunctious the day before at bedtime. "As a reminder to be good," Mitch had said. given the snug fit they poked Kimberly more the they normally would. Besides her skirt and pain-ties she was where a pretty yellow sleeveless blouse and white socks.

The left side of her face was covered by her long straight brown hair. She preferred to comb it that way to hide the birth mark on her left cheek, something she disliked. Despite being healthy she had an underfed look about her. She twisted her left foot and regarded the plain sneakers she was wearing. "maybe... if I'm extra good I'll get a pair of Fairy Jenny sneaks for my birthday... or Christmas." She chewed her lip and shook that thought off. she looked around her room again, worried that she'd forgotten something. "I need to be good today," Kimberly thought, "Mommy says we have a big day today." She didn't doubt it would likely be painful for her but she was determined to not make a fuss.

She heard someone coming down the hall and turned to her doorway. A moment later she saw the youg 17yo man who helped ehr Mommy look after her. Kimberly regarded him for a moment, a smile coming onto ehr face. She had once been a man, before her complete and major screw up. "Hi Uncle Mitchel," she said, "Is it time to go?" she then chewed her lip in worry and asked "You or Mommy didn't call me?" If she'd missed her being called that would be really bad.

"That's perfectly okay!" The much older boy grins, taking in the room. He was well aware that the child, last they had talked, had been given permission to play until they were ready to go, and it was much to his surprise that he came in to find a completely clean room.

"I thought you were playing up here!" Mitch put in, walking around the room and checking. It wasn't "perfect" exactly, some stuff seamed to have been shoved away hurriedly but certainly the toys were away, the bed had been made and nothing was visibly on the floor. As a curiosity, he checked under the bed with an odd expression on his face, then stood up with a sigh and sat on it, indicating the young girl come over to him. Placing one hand either side of her face, he purposely brushed the hair away and behind her ears before checking her outfit.

"You've put a lot of effort into doing things right today haven't you ma luv!" He said 'Ma luv' with a slight drawl, the same way he said it on the rare occasion to Julia when he thought Kimberly wasn't listening. With a twinkle in his eye he lifted the girl's skirt and tugged on her painties to make sure she was still wearing them.

"Now tell me - should I have to spank you before we head to the shops or would you prefer to get it harder and more afresh when we arrive?" Kimberly clasps her hands in front of her though it's evident she wants to pull her hair back into her preferred style. "I did play, with Buster Uncle Mitchel." She explains while indicating her teddy bear. She winces as Mitch tugs on her paintees and her eyes widen slightly at his question.

Nervously shifting from foot to foot she considers the question serious for a moment and then says, "Uncle Mitchel... would you please give me a good spanking now? I know we're gonna be really bsuy today and I want to be extra good." She certainly did not want a harder spanking alter if she could avoid it. Even if I can she thinks, I'll remeber to be on my bestest behavior!

Even now, after spending all most two years with this family, Kimberly wasn't sure what to exactly make of the older Completas. He was quite an expert spanker and he seemed to like her. There was just something Kimberly couldn't put her finger on, perhaps it was because Mitchel was a guy, she'd felt this way about all of ehr various father's. The 17yo grinned, slapping the side of his leg as an indication she should stand beside him. "Very well then, there will no doubt be plenty of opportunities for your mother and I to spank you later but I'll let her know your being responsible about this!" Grinning, like he did every chance he got to spank the young girl, the over-eager teen was surprisingly careful about putting the girl across his knee and lifting her skirt.

Spanking over paintees hurt! This much he knew from practice so with no further adue he lined up and began with a good old fashioned panty spanking.

Each smack came down with force and with a good pause between each smack so that the paintees could settle and bite between smacks. Kimberly clasped her hands in front of her like she was supposed to and as the first biting smack landed she meeped and then called out, "One!" the paintees were doing their wicked job of nipping her rear as her Uncle Mitchel slowly warmed it. With every swat she called out the count.

Every set of guardians she had, had their own little quirks. Mitchel liked his little charge to count the swats. He normally didn't (or at least she didn't think he did) go out of his way to make her break position. Welll... except except for Special Punishment Days but those were Special punishment days after all.

A particualrly sharp smack to her sit spot brought her out of the past and firmly, painfully into the present. She called out the count, snuffling and sniffling as she did so. Tears dripped freely down her face and the fire in her bottom mounted with every swat, the paintees adding their own treatment to the mix. The temptation to reach back and rub her burning buns was grounding but she wasn't a first cycle Pennitatas!

Smacking with some bravado, Mitchel chuckled a little as she began counting without being asked. Their little charge had come to know quickly what was expected of her and tried her best to please both him and Julia when she was receiving her well earned spankings. As per usual the rule was simple, if she kicked her legs or raised them off the ground then she was breaking position and a certain smack didn't count - she would have to take it again.

Mitch liked this rule, when she had been younger the 'No struggling' rule had meant the usual smack count of the 'Unearned spanking' could grow by half, sometimes double and the longer that little butt was wriggling on his lap the more he enjoyed it. Of course - sooner or later Julia would come in and ruin his fun. He was supposed to be bringing her downstairs - not giving her a spank. She wouldn't begrudge him that but he shouldn't take too long.

Pausing mid-strike just on 17 he rethought his plan and leaned over the Childs body so she could hear him better. "Alright - do you think that's enough for now or shall we move on to bare?"

Kimberly concentrated on not breaking position, she hated when he did that. With each swat her bottom grew hotter by the moment. the fifteenth swat was a real zinger and she thought for a moment she'd broken position but either Mitch hadn't noticed or she'd managed to catch herself in time. "16!" She called out and was crying though not overly hard, after all she'd had two years under Mitch and Julia's discipline and little Kimbers knew it could, and would in the future, be much worse. She was momentarily surprised by the stopping of the spanking until her Uncle Mitchel asked, "Alright - do you think that's enough for now or shall we move on to bare?"

She gave that some serious consideration. She didn't like spankings but she had been naughty. After all she had become a Pennitatas for doing something horrible to two women. Snuffling she said, "Uncle Mitchel *sniff* Please w-would you s-spank *sob* me on the bare bottom with *sniffle* m-my paddle?" She just hoped he wouldn't spank her over paintees with the paddle, that would be really bad. "I don't like what I did before my sentence. It wa very bad of me."

Mitchel took a breath. That gave him the excuse - if she asked for it then Julia couldn't punish him for disobedience. Thinking about what to do, he suddenly realised. "Lets see - your hairbrush is downstairs in your mummy's handbag, as is the helper paddle." He looked around the room. Technically, for an un-earned spanking, he was not allowed to use the paddle on her. That had to be his partner's decision - so as a though he tapped her on the back. "Stand up ma luv." he ordered, "I need to figure out how to make this special!" As a 17 year old he was tall, but the treatments given that slowed down growth meant he still didn't have the strength or stamina of a full adult giving spankings. As Kimberly complied he instructed her "Take off those paintees and put them on the bed." Then walked over to the desk where the girl kept all her stuff. "Lets see, something to spank you with or - nah!" he shrugged. If he used the paddle and got caught he would be in trouble - but it was a risk he wanted to take.

"You'll get another fifteen bare!" he instructed, grabbing the large paddle that was normally used on special occasions. "Bend over the bed - lets make the best of this!" Unknown to these two, Julia has started wondering what's taking so long and is now making her way to Kimberly's bedroom. Snuffling a little Kimberly removed her paintees blushing a bit as she did so. Both Julia and Mitchel had given her baths so really it wasn't like there was anything to hide. The little girl neatly placed the snug fitting paintees on the bed.

She was very relieved Uncle Mitchel wasn't going to use the paddle on her pain-ty clad bum. Doing as instructed she bent over the foot of the bed, making her her feet were flat on the floor and her hands were clasped under her chin. She shivered slightly as warm air coming in through her open bedroom window brushed across her very pink, not to mention bare, butt cheeks.

15! Kimbers thought That'll make sure I'm a good girl. "T-thank you Uncle Mitchel for helping me be a good girl." She said as she waited for him to begin, "I-I know I'll get more spankings later but..." She trailed off and shrugged, "I want to be extra good for Mommy today." Maybe Uncle Mitchel and I can go shopping for Mommy's birthday too. Walking over to Kimberly with her bum nicely on display at the end of the bed, Mitchel begins a series of very controlled (and not that heavy) strokes across the young girls rump. Mostly each swing is based on gravity, using the force of a hand at shoulder height dropping onto each cheek and attempting to move the impacts around without putting any serious force into it. Even so - under the conditions the impact turns out about the same as a hairbrush with better force. Basically - a measured response.

Unfortunately Mitchel doesn't get that far, after about 7 strokes Julia walks through the door- making Mitchel stop mid stroke. "Um - she asked me to do this!" He said out front as Julia stood in the doorway tapping her foot. Kimberly squeals the first hard smack lands. The fire in her bottom mounts as each swat impacts. She wiggles nicely and buries ehr face into the shets. "Owwiee! Four!" She yelps but keeps the count. Then suddenly it stops and she hears her Uncle stuttering something. Snuffling she raises ehr head and her eyes widen. "Mommy!" she says, "Oh... is it time to go?" She doesn't break position but she gives her Mommy a guilty look, "I-I was bad Mommy and asked Uncle Mitchel to give me a hard 'pankin' with teh paddle on teh bare."

As Julia walked in to find her little charge giving her even littler charge a good spanking with a paddle that he wasn't allowed to use, she shifted her weight to one foot, gave him a look that said "You are so dead" and made a clicking sound with her tongue. Julie didn't need to say anything to let Mitchel know he'd messed up - she'd had the boy in her care for five years now. Mitch dropped the paddle on the bed with some shock, realising full well that he'd messed up. He'd hoped by shortening the warm up over the pain-tees he would have time to finish the paddle spanking before being caught. He was wrong!

"What She said!" He declared suddenly, "She said she needed some spankings to help keep her well behaved. I would have used the hairbrush but well." Julia clicked her tongue again. "If we're to beat the traffic we have to leave soon - so I can't afford to punish you now... But now I think you can come with us - clearly I was wrong not to get some 'Domestic Discipline' tools. Maybe we need to size you for a switch too!" Mitch went slightly pale - he grinned, then lost his grin, his eyebrows rising up and dropping as the teenager tried to decide how he felt about this. "Come on!" Julia indicates with her finger, "No leave the paintees!" she stepped forwards and slapped the girl's hands as she went to collect them. "You'll spend half your time with them off anyhow - C'mon both of you!"

Little Kimberly had sat in the back of the hover car watching her mother nervously. Her lower lip had been worried by her upper teeth when she realized just how mad her Mommy was. Julia hadn't said a single word since they left the house. That was a bad sign, the fact that Mitch was subdued wasn't good either. Despite the traffic the little family somehow managed to get a prime parking spot right near the entrance, a good piece of luck considering the rest of the lot looked full. That boded well for Julia's temper (not to mention Kimbers bottom). Julia eased the car into place and secured the controls. She then turned to regard them. "Well here we are, now let's get going."

Kimberly got out when her Mommy opened the back door and took Julia's hand. When she had first been rejuved she'd been horribly embarrassed to be bare bottomed out in pubic. Now she was used to it somewhat. On the other hand it also afforded Julia a chance to swat her little girl firmly on the bare, which she did before saying, "Now remember best behaviour young lady."

"Yes Mommy!" Kimbers squeaked and sniffled. Her early spanking's effect had mostly vanished though she was still a little tender. Julia nodded and strode off with Kimberly in tow. The little girl had to hurry to keep up with her Mommy. She glance over to see Mitchel coming behind them though he was starting to loo eager once again. "Whoa!" Kimberly breathed out as they went through the doors of the mall, "This is so big!" The mall had just opened and the little family hadn't been to this one before. It was three floors of shops and other services. A squeal from her right made the little girl's head whip around. There, just to the right of the entrance was a little booth. A younger boy and an older girl were being soundly switched by a man and woman dressed in what she thought might be Peter pan outfits.

Above them was a sign that read, "Sir Switch-A-Lot!" below that in smaller but still readable type it read, "Switch for charity! For each lick we'll donate a credit to a good cause!" Kimberly counted the kids in line and was relieved; there was no way her Mommy would wait in that crowd. "I hope." Kimberly thought as she glanced up at her mother who had pulled out a PADD containing her list and was looking around for something. Other families and their children swarmed around, the place was packed with family doing shopping either for themselves or for school "No let's see..." Julia mused, "Where to first."