Hard Time for a Smuggler
 

Joseph used to be a 25-year-old man. He was part of a smuggling ring, shipping illegal drugs and other contraband throughout the system. But, as inevitably happens, they got busted, and he was caught. Joey was sentenced to 12x5-10. This was going to be his first cycle, so he really didn’t know what to expect. He was sleeping peacefully, after having been knocked out and rejuvenated.

Like all rejuves, all of the excess mass of his adult body had been converted into body fat, located between the small of his back and his thighs, giving him what on a kindern child would be considered an unusually large, plump bubble-butt, perfect for absorbing long, hard, regular spankings.

Joseph lived on the planet of Mu. Mu was known for being a mostly ocean world, with dozens of archipelagos with all types of climate. The largest island on Mu being roughly half the size of Greenland back on Earth. Mu was also known for being a highly matriarchal culture, and it was quite normal for the women to hold almost all leadership positions, both in the household and in public. A culture shock for young Joey, who was used to more egalitarian culture of his native Earth.

But soon, his new mother would arrive…

Sarah slowly opened the door, eager to meet her new little penitatas son. She bit her lip to keep from giggling out loud when she saw he was sleeping on his stomach with his hospital gown open and his sweet chubby bare bottom sticking up exposed to the world. She sat next to him on the bed and rubbed his back. "Joey...time to wake up sweetie."

At her feet was a small bag containing new clothes for him, as well as a helper paddle in case he proved difficult as some new pennies did.

Joey mumbled incoherently for a moment, before unleashing a big yawn and rubbing his little eyes. When he looked at the woman, she saw his bluish-green eyes filled with unfamiliarity and more than a bit of confusion. Now fully awake, Joey fearfully scooted away from the woman, backing up against the wall!

“W-who are you?!”

"I'm your new Mommy." She said, while hooking her left hand under his bare bottom and lifting him to sit on her lap. "Aren't you so cute?" She kissed his forehead. "Are you going to be a good little boy for me?"

“EEP!” He yelped in surprise, not expecting to be picked up like a toy and placed in her lap. The pretty lady even kissed his forehead, causing him to blush so cutely! “Um, I gues-I mean, yes! Yes, um, ma’am,” he stammered, nervous around this stranger who was supposed to be his mommy.

“Do… do I gotta call you Mommy? I already had one…” he said, looking down.

"It's what little boys call the woman who takes care of them, and spanks their bottoms when they are naughty." Sarah said as she patted his rear end. "Now, let's get you dressed and head home." Before she could say anything more, suddenly a sharp SMACK! rang out, followed by a cry of pain. This was followed by more smacks, and more cries and pleas of apology. After a few moments it could be determined that the sounds were coming from the next room over.

“But… but you’re a stranger to me,” Joey said, feeling very nervous. The little boy nodded, though, when Mommy said something about getting dressed. He nearly leapt out of his skin, however, when the sounds of spanking started coming out from the other room!

Instinctively, Joey held on tight to Sarah, fearful of having his own rump roasted. He had never been spanked before…

"It sounds like someone was naughty." Mommy told him, setting Joey on his feet. "But you're not going to give Mommy any such problems are you? You don't want a spanking before your welcome home spankings, right?" She removed his hospital gown, leaving him bare naked before getting out his new clothes.

“N-no ma-Mommy,” he said, nervous and afraid, the sounds of a spanking continuing to sound from from the other room. Mommy removed his gown, and he instinctively moved his hands to cover his front and bottom, blushing like mad!

(BTW, what does Sarah look like?)

Mommy set out the clothes he was going to wear, including blue shorts and a blue and red striped shirt, along with his shoes and socks, and a pair of little boy briefs with cartoon rocket ships on them. "Alright, arms up." She ordered.



(Kinda like Paco's mom from palcomix)