Peter was yelping and squealing on top of his lungs, probably louder then any other Pennie in the room. At the point then his mommy finished the little criminal forgot all about dignity and self-control and just bawled like any real kid with a very fat and very red bottom. Lots and lots of tears streamed on Isabella's bossom.

Isabella rocked him from side to side, rubbing his back and bottom, showering him with comfort and loving attention until Peter stopped his crying. Once he was calmed down, she set him down and finished the paperwork.

Turning it in, the maternal woman picked him up and took him to her hover-car, placing him in a snug child’s seat before getting in herself and beginning the drive home.

Peter was so exhausted after two sound spankings and all teh yelping and kicking that came with them that he dozed in teh car seat almost immediately, despite his ass hurting like all hells...

Once they arrived home, Isabella took Peter from the car seat and brought him to his new room. Careful to not wake him, she laid him down in his bed and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Setting his color to alert her when he waked, she got up to ready her trusty Mother’s Helper paddle.

Almost an hour later the boy woke up. At first he was very confused - the transformation seemed like a nightmare at first. So what was that silly looking room and why were the things so massive here? Also, why was Peter's ass hurting...

Isabella came inside, wielding her trusty Mother’s Helper paddle. “Good morning, sleepyhead. Did you have a good rest,” she asked with her loving mother tone. The woman put the paddle down on the bed, and sat on the edge, picking up the small boy so he was stradling on her lap, cuddling him.

Peter cuddled to her, but mostly instintively. "Um, I guess... B-but why do you need that paddle now?" he asked a bit worriedly. "I... Can we discuss all that? I mean, you know I am not really a child. It is silly to treat me like that."

She chuckled and shook her head, “but you are a child, Peter. You’re a four-year-old now. You look like a child, and soon you’ll start thinking and acting like one too, in the coming days. Like all children, you need a Mama to raise you.

“Besides, you were quite naughty as an adult, so now you’re being punished for it. Speaking of which, it’s time for your Welcome Home spanking.” So saying, she easily hoisted the little boy up and laid him over her knees.

"I am not! They just butchered my body!" Peter pouted, looking pretty childishly without realising it. "What welcome home spanking?!" he panicked as he found himself over the woman's lap. The Pennie started to struggle nad fidget. "You've spanked me twice alraedy!!"

“All Penny children receive a Welcome Home spanking, darling. And you wouldn’t have gotten those first two spankings if you had been a good boy,” she patiently explained, patting his plump Penny posterior. “Also, you’ll be receiving three maintenance spankings every day; a wake-up spanking in the morning, an afternoon spanking somewhere between 1:00-2:00, and a bedtime spanking in the evenings. This will continue until I deem your behavior has improved, and they also have nothing to do with the punishment spankings you’ll be getting for being naughty. Is Mama making herself clear, darling?”