Peter could hardly cry any louder, but his howls certainly became more desperate as the tender and sensitive area in the lowest part of his butt felt the swift and sticking smacks.


He didn't even realise at fisrt taht teh sanking was over. The boy's big plu,p butt still pulsated with pain and felt hot as an oven. But with some time his bawling turned into sobs and whimpers and he could now hear the soothing voice of his mommy.


Rejived criminal did not want any corner time, but he had learnd the rules at this point. Peter nodded, unsure if "no talking" rule was already working.

Isabella sat on the bed, watching his corner time for a good five minutes before deciding that was enough, at least for his very first one. “Come here, darling. Corner time is over now,” she said as she got down onto her knees, opening her arms wide for a hug.

Once Peter was in her arms, she stood back up to lovingly hug him, gently massaging his back and bottom, humming her gentle tune as she did so.

Peter normally would be too proud to accept sympathy from his jailer, but at this moment he felt execty like he looked - as a little boy, and he needed nothing more then a loving hug. The prisoner hid his tear-stained face on hsi mommy's chest, sniffing and sobbing as he held to her tightly.

She hugged her little boy to her chest, warm and loving. Giving his back and bottom some soothing rubs, she continued to hum her gentle lullaby for the next few minutes. Once her child had calmed down some, she smiled down at him and asked, “are you feeling better now, Peter, darling?”

Peter made a loud sniff with his wet nose and nodded. Indeed, he felt better. That specific nice feeling was actually rather new and strange to him, since in his previous life genuine tenderness and vulnarability were something unusual and, as his years of violent ruling went, completely impossble.



"I... I am sorry I was bad. Th-hank you, m-mommy..." he mumbled, surprisingly even to himself.

“No, Peter. You were not bad, just naughty. Naughtiness can easily be corrected with a good spanking over my lap. But you aren’t a bad boy, okay,” Isabella said in a very wise, maternal voice.

"I... wasn't?" Peter raised his teary eyes on his new mommy, confused and... pleasantly shocked by that revelation.

“No, darling. No child is bad, merely naughty. Naughtiness can be easily corrected and punished. But don’t you worry, we’ll work together and make it through, one step at a time,” Isabelaa comforted him.

The bare-bottomed boy cuddled closer to her, suddenly feeling compelled and comforted, despite the intense pain and heat in his backside. "I will I'll try..." Peter promised in a very soft whsiper.

“That’s all I ask of you, my darling boy,” she whispered to him, cuddling him close and giving him a kiss on the top of his head.