Bratty Penitatas [for 17JosephLC]

[TheKinkyDisnerd]

(Pls don’t be intimidated by the length of the post, I’m just setting the scene up).
Alfred Westcock was a misguided young man from a troubled background.
With an absentee father and a neglectful mother, he had grown up virtually parentless, and was left to fend for himself with no guidance in morals or safety. Things had gone downhill even more quickly after he was adopted into a local gang, and with his quick temper and poor impulse control, before he knew it he was drinking instead of eating and sleeping during his evenings, and picking fights and swindling tourists in his afternoons: And paying the prices for it too, in the form of fines and various stints in prison.
Eventually, however, he performed one too many violent acts, and the court decided it had had enough. A horrified twenty-two year old Alfred was sentenced to three cycles of nine-to-fourteen as a penitatas under the care of a guardian or guardians, with the possibility of having his second cycle reduced by four years with good behaviour, and was too shell-shocked to even protest as he was lead away to begin his treatment and be introduced into the system. Though he began to struggle and kick up quite a fuss as he realised that it was really happening.
He couldn’t become a penny! He was a grown man! No, just - no! He’d been told what pennies went through!
Although only the most loving and gentle of candidates were accepted as foster parents, and abuse or unnecessary cruelty was punished very harshly, it was very clear in the guidelines of the system that misbehaviour was not to be allowed: spanking was almost a primary punishment, with a guide being issued to each guardian on how best to handle each indiscretion, from a firm “no”, to a hard bare bottom paddling (depending on the penny’s age), though most disciplinary action took the form of a firm scolding and an early bedtime, or a hand-spanking over the seat of one’s pants or underwear.
The drugs used to regress pennies even had effects on the subject’s mental and emotional maturity.
No, there was just no way Alfred was going to let some strangers turn him into a little kid and tell him what he could and couldn’t do!
This resolution became less and less realistic the more he was overpowered, and he was soon growling and struggling violently as the needle entered his skin, and he moaned in misery as he was injected, tears of pain, fear and confusion slipping down his cheeks as his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

When Alfred next woke up, he didn’t want to move, the surface he was resting on was so soft. Cracking an eye open, he realised he was in a bed. A clean, soft bed with thick, comfy covers. It was so warm, his head was empty of all his previous cares, and he sighed in bliss, snuggling in deeper.
Then he froze, staring at the small, delicate hand clutching the crisp white sheets in front of his face, and he sat up, only just realising how big everything around him was. He climbed down onto the carpeted floor, and crossed the room to a mirror with a wooden frame that was painted blue and yellow, and shakily surveyed himself in it.
He was shorter, much shorter, that much was clear. His bony body was softened by baby fat, and his brown hair bleached by youth to a soft blond, and a “P” was marked on his left hand. He was dressed in a plain white nightshirt that reached to his knees, and feeling a draft on his thighs, he lifted the hem to reveal a tiny pair of Y-front briefs that left very little to the imagination, as little boys weren’t generally very modest in the first place.
Dropping the hem with a mortified squeak, he sat down hard and abruptly on the floor as the severity of his situation hit him.
He was a penny now. He was going to spend the next six years, at least, with some babysitter who’d probably make him call them Mommy or Daddy, and spa-punish him like a toddler if he looked at them the wrong way.
Like all young boys suddenly faced with a great deal of new and frightening information, Alfred couldn’t quite process it all, and all he knew was that he was suddenly very confused, scared, and angry about it. And so Alfred did the only thing that any young boy overwhelmed by scary and frustrating feelings really could do; His face crumpled, and he began to cry, shifting to lie on his stomach and burying his face in his little arms while bawling lustily. If he were in a more mature state of mind, he would probably be embarrassed to see himself beating at the floor with his fists and drumming his toes against it, but all he understood at the moment was that it was making him feel better.

[17JosephLC]

Isabella was a 25 year old woman with rich black hair done up in a bun, and royal purple eyes. She had always known since she was young that she desired to be a professional mother. There was nothing better than taking a person who had had rotten luck in their life, and giving them a second chance.

Isabella had a reputation for being one of the most loving and nurturing mothers in the system, but was also quite a spanker! Even when it was simply the palm of her hand that needed to be utilized, she spanked, and always on the bare bottom! But she tempered this by much loving comfort after a punishment, and over a dozen Pennies left her care to become model citizens.

And so, when she entered the Rejuve Center to pick up her newest son, she was half-expecting the scene she came across. A little boy, very upset about his condition.

The woman went over to him, and with surprising strength, managed to lift the boy up off the ground and into her arms. She then sat on the edge of the bed and set Alfred on her lap, hugging him warmly and rubbing soothing circles into his back. “Shh… there, there, Alfred… I know, I know… it’s going to be okay… you’ll see…”

[TheKinkyDisnerd]

Alfred didn’t know who the woman who had picked him up was, why she was comforting him, or how she knew his name, but he was too upset to care and so he turned into her embrace and cried into her chest until his sobs quieted down into soft hiccups.
He sniffed up the mucus that had started to run from his nose and hurriedly wiped his eyes as he pulled himself together. Realising what was going on, he stared at her warily, trying to squirm out of her lap.
“Who-hic- who the hell are you?!”

[17JosephLC]

“My name is Isabella, Alfred, and I’m going to be your new Mama,” she said. The woman favored him with a maternal smile, even as her hand slid down to rub his bottom beneath his shirt. “Be careful with your language, darling. I don’t want to have to spank you before your Welcome Home, but I will if you make me.” Then she cleared her throat and continued, “but, as it is your first day, I’ll overlook it this time.”

[TheKinkyDisnerd]

“You’re- my what?!” Alfred gaped. “I don’t want you to!” Feeling the touch on his backside, he flushed and really did squirm off of her knee, ducking under the arm hugging him with ease, his hands clamped protectively over his bottom.
“Hey! Don’t touch me! I’m a grown man, I can cuss if I want to!”
Her next words, however, made his jaw drop.
“You don-?! No! You can’t!” He backed away, shaking his head violently.

[17JosephLC]

“Well, unfortunately, sometimes you don’t get what you want, Alfred. Sometimes you get what you need, and this is one of those times. I was briefed on your past: I know your first mother was neglecting at best. But you can bet your bare behind I will not be.”

She then stood up and walked over to him, taking his hands in a grip stronger than iron, and said in a firm voice, “I can, I will, and I am. You are one of my sons now, and I am your Mama. Now, would you like to get dressed? Or shall I take you home like this,” she asked with an amused smirk and a lifted eyebrow.

[TheKinkyDisnerd]

“I don’t need you to either!”
His face coloured more deeply at her next words, partly from anger at hearing her describe his birth mother as neglectful (no matter how true it might have been), and partly from embarrassment at hearing the reference to his butt.
Upon hearing her claims of motherhood and discipline, he clenched his fists, muttering under his breath.
“No you’re not…”
As much as he despised being treated so childishly, however, he didn’t want to go out in public in nothing but a nightshirt and his underwear.
“Wanna get dressed…” he muttered sulkily to the floor.

[17JosephLC]

She nodded, “I am. Nothing you say or do or think will change that, Al.” She lifted his chin so he looked into her eyes. There was deep maternal love to be found in them. “So be a good boy, or Mama will have to spank.”

Releasing him, when the practiced ease of years, the woman undressed the little boy until he was naked. Then she dressed him in comfortable, soft T-shirt and blue jean shorts.

[TheKinkyDisnerd]

Alfred didn’t bother to reply to her condescending comments, but he practically choked on the air when this strange woman (he refused to call her his new mom) took off his clothes, horrified to find himself stark naked in front of a complete stranger. He hurried to cover his junk, too humiliated to protest in any way as she guided his feet through the legs of the jean shorts and pulled them up over his hips.
He didn’t care much for her choice in clothing: the pants were much too short and showed off too much of his skinny legs, and the T-shirt hung loosely off of his frame. Though he would never admit to such a flaw, he was rather vain and took great pride in how he dressed and presented himself: to look in the hospital room’s mirror and see himself dressed in such unflattering apparel was incredibly disheartening, frustrated tears welling up in his green eyes and his bottom lip twitching subtly.

[17JosephLC]

Mama shook her head with a smile as he covered up his junk. “Don’t worry too much about that, darling. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen on any of my other sons.”

She noticed his moist eyes and twitching lips. She comfortingly placed hands on his shoulders, rubbing them soothingly. “Don’t worry, Alfred, these are just some in-between cloths. Tomorrow, we’re going to go shopping, and we can pick out plenty of cloths you’d like more. Doesn’t that sound fun?”