prokurator waldemar pionka

Rebecca's Second Childhood Rebecca is about to embark on the trip of a lifetime. After saying goodbye to her landlady, she sets off to the airport - and is singled out by airport staff because they think she looks only 14 or 15, not 21 as stated on her passport. Her nightmare continues when she is escorted to a room and accused of using her big sister's passport, and informed that her parents are on their way to collect her.

Dazed and confused, Rebecca is collected by Mr and Mrs Grant, who pretend they are her parents and insist on calling her Jenny. Their house is large and luxurious, and as the charade continues, Rebecca (who has spent most of her life in a children's home) begins to realise that this is what she has always wanted. She finds herself being bathed and pampered and firmly disciplined, and treated like a naughty teen ... and she loves it. When offered the choice of whether to leave or remain, she opts to stay, and thus begins an exciting new phase of her life: a regression into her second childhood. But this time, things are different. This time she gets to enjoy being a young teen and having parents who love and indulge her. She often has a spanked bottom and spends time in the corner, but that is just part of growing up... It was going to be a big adventure! Excited and a little scared, 21-year-old Rebecca had packed her bags with everything she would need for her year away from home: a year of travel, seeing new countries, expanding her horizons ... a trip of a lifetime ... and she was doing all this by herself.

Picking up her bags, Rebecca kissed and hugged Maggie, her landlady and surrogate mum, then walked from the little terraced house and climbed into the black cab that was going to whisk her away to the airport.

Rebecca smiled at Maggie and called out, "Thank you for everything, Maggie."

"Take care, Becky. Make sure you behave yourself and come and see me when you get back."

Rebecca knew she would miss Maggie. She had lived in her house for the last three years, during which time she had been to University and studied history, gaining a very creditable 2:1. It was Maggie who scolded her when essays were late, who praised her when her grades were good, and on quite a few occasions punished her when she felt it was deserved. Early bedtimes, groundings and a smacked bottom had all been used to good effect. Rebecca blinked back a tear and looking through the cab rear windscreen, waved goodbye as the cab drove off.

"I guess you are off travelling then? Where are you going?" asked the cab driver.

Rebecca smiled. "I'm flying to the USA, then crossing the country and in about two months I will be in California... after that I'm off to the far-east, Thailand, Vietnam, and then Australia."

The cabbie smiled back in his mirror. "Have you remembered your passport and your money? I've had a few of you young teenagers forget them in the past."

A quick check in her pockets confirmed she had everything. "Yes I have them, thank you."

The rest of the journey passed quickly and before long Rebecca was presenting her passport and checking in her bags. The woman at the check-in looked at the passport and then at Rebecca. She liked what she saw: a pretty petite brunette with a pair of nicely tanned legs, about 5' 2'', hair in a pony tail, dressed in trainers, pink ankle socks, white shorts and a pink crop top that showed a flash of tummy and the beginnings of breasts, but obviously no bra. Then the woman attached two red flight tags to the Rebecca's bags and put them through to the loading area.

"One moment please." She smiled at Rebecca and then got up and disappeared around the back of check-in with Rebecca's passport, which she showed to a lady security officer. "Helen, look at this passport. I swear she looks 14 or 15, has the most adorable freckles, and I think she is off travelling."

Helen nodded. "OK, I will check her details; perhaps we have found what we are looking for."

Rebecca waited patiently. She took the chance to check her makeup in her compact mirror, not that she wore a lot of make-up, mainly a little eyeliner. Then she checked out her freckles, always a source of annoyance, because she knew they made her look years younger than her 21 years of age. She was constantly asked for age ID. Rebecca usually tried to cover up her freckles but not today; today it didn't matter, she was off on her adventure.

The check-in lady returned. "Sorry about that. You can proceed to the security check."

Rebecca lined up with the other passengers, and pretty soon she was taking her trainers off, her hand luggage was being scanned and she was going through the security system.

Helen spotted Rebecca, noting that she indeed looked very young and was cute as a button. She called out, "Rebecca Harris?"

"Yes." Rebecca nodded, looking up at the security lady, who seemed to tower over her.

"Please collect your hand luggage and come with me."

Rebecca followed and was taken along a corridor and into a small room where she was told to wait; she had to hand over her mobile phone and passport. Then the woman left, locking the door as she went, and she was alone. Rebecca wondered why she had been brought here. Was there a problem with her passport or luggage? She sat and worried, hoping she was not in trouble.

After about ten minutes Helen returned carrying Rebecca's luggage. "Now Rebecca, we have had a report from the parents of a young girl who has taken her big sister's passport and is planning to try and board a flight to the USA. Would you know anything about that?"

Rebecca was surprised and felt herself start to blush as she spluttered out, "No, I am Rebecca Harris and that is my passport."

Helen made a show of checking the passport and looked carefully at Rebecca. "It is plain to see that you are nowhere near 21 years old... 14 or 15 at most. Before you say anything else, let me tell you, using another person's passport is a serious criminal offence. I have already telephoned your parents, who had reported the problem to the airport authorities, and they will come and pick you up. If you behave and sit quietly, then I will let the incident pass and they can take you home, otherwise I will have you escorted to a cell, strip searched and we will call the police."

Rebecca was confused. "But honestly, it's a big mistake, I am a grown up, I am 21, I-"

Helen cut her off. "Rebecca, or whatever your real name is, please be quiet and sit there like a good little girl or I will get cross with you, understand?"

Rebecca nodded. "Yes," she mumbled.

Helen looked up sharply. "That is yes Miss."

Rebecca blushed, tears forming in her eyes. "Yes Miss." I'll sit and wait, she reasoned. When the parents get here they will say they don't know me and it will all get sorted out.

The next twenty minutes passed slowly. Rebecca was told off for fidgeting, and then she realised she needed the toilet. She crossed her legs and wished the feeling in her bladder away, then began jiggling her legs, trying to stop that 'must-wee' feeling.

"Rebecca, what is the matter, girl? Will you sit still!" said Helen.

Then a small voice said, "Please Miss, I need the toilet."

Helen sighed. "Oh good grief. Come with me." She escorted Rebecca along the corridor to the ladies and indicated a cubicle. "In you go. And leave the door open; I want to be able to see you at all times."

Rebecca would have loved to argue that order but she was desperate. She unzipped her shorts, and down they came quickly followed by a pair of small pastel-blue knickers. Rebecca sat and relieved herself. She looked up, and there was the security lady watching her. She felt herself blush bright red and quickly looked down, embarrassed.

"Right, come along. Wipe yourself properly, wash your hands, and let's get back to the room," said Helen.

Rebecca looked up shyly; she took a piece of tissue and hesitated.

Helen was exasperated. "I have just about had enough of this. Get on with it or I will wipe you myself and smack your bottom. Now come along, girl."

Rebecca immediately dabbed herself dry and pulled knickers and shorts up and then she washed her hands. "Sorry Miss, I'm ready now."

Helen made Rebecca walk in front as they went back to the room, and gave her a firm smack on the bottom. "I want you to sit nicely, and no more nonsense, or you will get more than a pat on your bottom, understand?"

Rebecca nodded, surprised by the spank and fully understanding the threat. "Yes Miss."

Helen was pleased how the situation was developing; Rebecca was showing strong signs of a submissive character, and a young girl's attitude to authority. After a few minutes Helen noted that Rebecca was sitting quietly as instructed. "Here you are, Rebecca, as you are being a good girl, you can have a look at this magazine. It was left behind by another young teenager yesterday."

Helen passed Rebecca Girl Talk magazine, with a picture of the latest boy band on the front. Being pleased to have something to do, Rebecca politely said thank you and started reading. After a few minutes Helen looked up. "Rebecca, do you have a boy friend?"

"Not at the moment Miss."

Helen nodded. "Yes I suppose you are a little young for a proper boyfriend."

Rebecca blushed again and stuck her head into her magazine, wishing Helen would believe she was 21 years old and not some young teen.

They sat in silence for another ten minutes or so and then Helen picked up the telephone. "Are Mr. and Mrs. Harris here? Ah good... yes, send them straight in."

A few minutes later, the door opened and in walked a couple in their late thirties. The man stood at around 6ft 2, and the woman must have been around 5ft 10. They appeared to be decent looking people, well dressed and obviously concerned.

The woman turned to Rebecca. "Jenny, what is the meaning of this? Thank God the security people found you, anything could have happened to you, you naughty girl."

Rebecca sat there open mouthed. She was feeling a little intimidated by these tall adults. "But I don't know-" she began.

Helen interrupted. "Quiet, Jenny, one more word from you and it's the cells."

Helen turned to Mr. and Mrs. Harris. "This naughty girl has caused a lot of trouble, and procedure tells me to call the police, but I can see that you are decent people, and I am sure good parents, so if you can assure me that Jenny will be properly punished I will pass her over to you to take home."

Rebecca again tried to interrupt. "But I don't know these people!"

This time it was Mr. Harris who stopped her. "Quiet, Jenny, not another word from you; you should be ashamed of yourself, causing all this nonsense." Mr. Harris turned to his wife. "I think, dear, a firm spanking would be appropriate." He then turned to Helen. "Would you have any objections to my wife dealing with Jenny now? I can assure you she will be punished again when we get her home."

Helen smiled. "Of course, Mr. Harris, a good spanking would be most fitting."

Rebecca could not believe what she was hearing. These people were not her parents, she was to be spanked, but she was a good girl... an adult not a child. She wanted to protest but she was becoming confused. She had been told to be quiet, and if she was to make a fuss she could get into even more trouble, even end up in the cells. She decided to stay quiet.

Mrs. Harris took hold of Rebecca and stood her up, and as she unzipped and started to pull down Rebecca's white shorts, she said, "Jenny you naughty girl, let's get you ready and over my knee."

Rebecca looked straight into Mrs. Harris's face. "But I am too old for a spanking and I don't want one," she said in a little voice.

"Now dear, please be good," said her new mother. "You are in enough trouble already."

Then Rebecca felt herself falling over the maternal lap, and her knickers were being pulled down to her knees. Her bottom was bare, she felt an involuntary sob escape her and then... Smack! Smack! Smack!

Mrs. Harris applied herself to the task in hand. Rebecca's pert bottom went from white to pink, and then to red, and as it reddened Rebecca began to cry, softly at first but more steadily as the spanks burned her little bottom.

Rebecca's legs kicked and she cried for mercy. "Oh please, please, I promise I will be good, I promise... I'm sorry!"