“As well as could be expected, ma'am. He’s now asleep on his bed with quite the sore bottom. Im sure he’ll remember this for quite some time.” Terra said with a slight nod, noticing something was off, but not saying anything herself.

“Yeah, I know this is what’s best for him but I can’t help but feel guilty. Like it’s all my fault.” The mother said, hanging her head as she stood in the hallway. “It’s the job of a parent to make sure their kid is on the straight an narrow and I pushed the job to you to discipline him because I’m too busy enjoying life. So I’m sorry.”

“I mean, part of my job at the academy is disciplining, anyway. This is basically just an extension of that.” Terra said with a bit of a nod as she spoke to the lady.

“I know, I just feel guilty is all. I want to be a better parent since I’m around more than his dad. But I just don’t know how to take the first step to being the mother he deserves.” She admitted, clearly guilt was consuming her heart

“I mean, if you want, I could punish you.” Terra said, knowing such a suggestion could get her own bottom thrashed if she said it to wrong person. But she figured this was an exception.

“Oh… do you really think I deserve such a juvenile punishment?” The mother blushed madly as she covered her face in embarrassment. “If you really think that would be beneficial for me, you can treat me as I do my son…” she said, not sure what she’s signing up for

“Are you certain of that, ma’am? I know you probably have a higher pain tolerance than Ortega, but I’m no slouch.” Terra said, tilting her head a bit.

The mother thought about it for a second and gave a nod. “You have full permission to punish me whenever and wherever you see fit. You can do what needs to be done until you see sustained improvement from my parenting skills

Terra raised an eyebrow, but nodded. “Okay. Go to your room and get ready for a spanking. You can sit on your bed or wait in the corner, it’s up to you.” She said after thinking about it.

The mother nodded and got ready to head to her room, turning in that direction. “Is what I’m wearing fine? Or should I change?” She asked, pointing to her dress and heels on her feet