Hawthorn Reformatory

[Hrtofdrkns]

(for Brat Prince)

Jonathan stood before the gates of Hawthorn Reformatory, waiting for his new "Little Brother" to arrive. Originally started a few decades ago as an alternative to jail for young offenders, Hawthorn had a near 100% success rate in reforming young offenders. Each boy was paired with a "Big Brother" who was to reform him with a combination of education, counseling, strict rules, and corporal punishment. A Big Brother had full authority to pull the boy over his lap, pull his pants down, and spank his bare bottom just as hard and as long as he wished. He could also soap the boy's mouth, force him to go bare bottomed, switch or strap him, or do anything else he wished when he thought the boy needed disciplining.

But beyond that, a Big Brother was expected to guide his Little Brother, to reform him into a good, responsible citizen. To provide support, and even love.

Jonathan ran his hand across his forehead, wiping the sweat from his brow. Summers were hot around here, good for sports. The boys were encouraged to play baseball, soccer, and volleyball as long as the weather permitted to work off some of their energy. The Big Brothers often joined in.

He was jolted from his thinking by the squeak of a large vehicle's breaks. The bus carrying the latest arrivals was pulling into the driveway. And inside was the boy he was to care for. An elf named Telwyn.

[Brat Prince]

Telwyn Silverleaf sat in his seat on the large airbus as it zipped along the country highway, his bright crystal blue eyes looking dismally out the window while he slumped and waited for his first look at the infamous reformatory he was going to. The elfling was still under one hundred years old (about thirteen by human standards), and very slightly built. His heart shaped face was very pretty, almost girlish, and was framed on either side by his long pointed ears. His skin was creamy and pale, with nimble fingers unaccustomed to rough labor. The young elf's most unusual feature by far though, was the hair atop his little head. It was long and silken as was normal for his race, hanging in one plait straight down his back to his knees; but where most elves had hair colors ranging from platinum to blackest ebony, Telwyn's tresses where a silvery blond with stripes of dark brown. The ribbons of dark color through the light were striking, and certainly garnered attention even here on the bus, but the slender elfling had been born with it and was used to ignoring the stares.

He sighed softly, thinking of how well things had been going for him. He was living on his own, making easy money by singing where he went and running games of chance when he couldn't find places to perform. Some may have called him a rambler or street urchin, but most folks were taken in by Telwyn's adorable face and bright charm. Though the boy was certainly low on charm today. He'd gotten caught in the kingdom of Anoran running a game of chance (and a rigged one too), then tried to run. He'd expected a jail sentence of a few months at least since the large kingdom took a dim view of lawbreakers no matter their race; instead the youth was informed that he was being sent away to the Hawthorn Reformatory for Boys for a whole year. It was a private compound for younger offenders, and the elf knew enough to be sulking at the thought of going. They were supposed to be strict.

All too soon it seemed, the bus transporting the newest offenders slowed, hissing to a stop as it lowered to let them off. Telwyn was the youngest (comparatively anyway) and smallest aboard, so he waited until the others had shuffled off before climbing out of his seat and clipping down the aisle in his short boots. Moments later the sprightly elf had hopped off the step and was approaching the gate nervously, though he tried to hide it. He was still dressed in his best; a striped waistcoat with little knee shorts over white stockings and a dress shirt with a ruffled collar, all in blues and white. Telwyn hardly looked like a criminal, which was of course his motive for choosing the outfit to be what he wore to go there. His bright blue eyes took note of the men waiting for the newbies, a couple looking regretfully at him as they took their own charges, before settling on one who hung back a bit. The man looked human, about thirty but fit, with dark black hair and green eyes that gleamed. Deciding that this had to be the man designated as his handler the boy picked up his chin and made his way over, standing with his arms behind his back when he got to him and looking sweet but resigned.

"Good afternoon..." he said quietly, deciding to wait and see just how to play his hand.

[Hrtofdrkns]

"Hello Telwyn. I'm Jonathan" The man said. The boy was very beautiful, almost girlish in his looks and grace. He wondered if it was because he was an elf. Already Jonathan found himself trying to picture the first time he would place the elf over his lap, slow pull down his leggings, and tan his naughty behind for any number of offenses.

He slowly reached out a hand to stroke the boy's cheek, brushing a few silvery strands of hair aside.

"I'm sure you must be a little scared right now. I won't lie to you, things are strict here at the reformatory. Any disobedience on your part will be dealt with by corporal punishment, usually a spanking. And always on your bare bottom, whether or not anyone is watching. But I'm sure you'll be very well behaved."

[Brat Prince]

The man spoke right up, introducing himself politely and proving that he already knew Telwyn's name. Looking up at him the young elf was trying to puzzle out just what the man was looking at him so intently for. Perhaps he was simply taken with his looks and unusual hair as everyone else so often was? If that was the case then Telwyn was pleased that choosing one of his best outfits seemed to be going in his favor. Well... he was pleased, until this Jonathan reached out and presumed to stroke his smooth cheek with his rough fingers in an all to familiar manner for the elfling.

Rather than overreact, Telwyn simply leaned his head to the side, moving a half step away so that he was no longer being touched. That would be all well and good when he knew this man and his motives better, but living on his own had taught him to be cautious of touchy feely adults.

With his bright eyes focused on Jonathan's face, the boy let his pointed ears tip forward as he listened to him speak, seeming to make an effort at being comforting. He actually wasn't scared so much as he was annoyed to have to be here, and curious how he might get the upper hand on this man so that he would not need to fear the strict measures the institute took with their inmates. Hearing that their method consisted of spanking had the little elf arching his brows in surprise, though it was the only sign of it, and on a bared backside? As in naked for anyone to see? Telwyn determined right then that befriending Jonathan was going to be his top priority. He had never been spanked before, but he had witnessed other unfortunate boys catching it from angry guardians enough to know it wasn't an experience he wanted.

For that reason he stood straight, shrinking into himself slightly while keeping his hands behind his back and adopting a shy look. "I am a little nervous Sir, but I promise to be good here. As long as I behave I won't be hurt, will I?" He asked quietly, easily looking like innocence personified with he sweet outfit and demeanor.

[Hrtofdrkns]

Jonathan couldn't help grinning a little at the boy's cuteness, the sides of his mouth turning up slightly. He thought he was a sly one...but Jonathan could read his little face.

"Well see, about that..." He began. "We have something of a tradition here. New boys get a spanking as soon as they arrive to show them that we mean business. So..." He took Telwyn by the hand, looking into that cute face. "Consider it payment for all of the things you got away with before, with interest."

And with that he began to lead the boy towards the dormitories the boys shared with their caretakers. He didn't move too fast, knowing that the dread of the coming spanking was just as important as the actual spanking in making the experience stick in a boy's mind. Besides, it allowed him to gauge Telwyn's reaction. If he submitted and agreed to be led away, then this first spanking could be in private. If he resisted then it would be public, with another one later that night for disobedience.

[Brat Prince]

Seeing the man grin, Telwyn figured he had him wrapped around his fingers easily, at least that's what such looks usually meant for the little entertainer. He had no clue that it perhaps had not worked in his favor until Jonathan started out hesitantly. As soon as he said 'about that' the little elf was arching one brow and tilting his head, suspicious immediately. This wasn't how it was supposed to go at all.

Being told he was going to start his stay with a spanking when he'd only just got off the bus made Telwyn's blue eyes go wide with dismay, and being told it was to be considered payment for past deeds with interest made him balk inside even more. Jonathan had already taken his slight hand though, and was calmly starting to lead him onwards and into the institutes grounds. The elf leaned away a moment, holding his own and considering trying to pull and drag his booted feet... but what good would that do? Slowly, unwillingly he started to follow along and looked away as his face flushed.

"This is quite unfair, I believe you mean business. Obviously I haven't gotten away with much, seeing as I'm here, so I really don't see a point to... to punishing me for arriving." He said, his lilting young voice staying soft and even as he watched the ground pass them by. He was too busy trying not to panic and fight to pay attention to the building they were heading towards, the other new boys from the bus and their caretakers leading the way. He might have succeeded in keeping his attention elsewhere had a squabble not broken out ahead. It seemed one of the other boys had been informed of the tradition as well but wasn't taking the news too good.

Telwyn looked up with a start as the slightly older boy cursed and turned to run for the gates, before his caretaker snatched his bicep and stepped off the path. With no preamble he went down on one knee, throwing the struggling boy over it and pinning him before baring his bottom and starting to give him a fierce looking spanking with a flat hand. The sound of flesh striking flesh and instant caterwaul of the boy made the little elfling jump back, twisting his hand out of Jonathan's to grab the taller mans arm and moved behind him as if to hide.

"I want to go home now." He said with a squeak, ducking his platinum and brown head into the man's arm while his ears dipped down, disliking the harsh sound and thinking he could almost feel the heavy sounding smacks.

[Hrtofdrkns]

As the spanking began Jonathan stopped to watch. It would give Telwyn an idea of what was to come, and hopefully convince him to behave himself. When the elf hid his face Jonathan made him watch, using one hand to stroke the boy's ears. The other boy was really howling, his cries drowning out the sound of hard hand on bare bottom. And still his new guardian kept going, spanking him even harder.

By the time it was over the other boy's bottom was a deep red and looked to be swollen. He was not allowed to pull his pants up, instead he was forced to march half-naked as his guardian pulled him by the ear. Immediately after Jonathan started to march Telwyn towards the dormitories as well, eager to give the young elf his own introductory spanking.

The dorms were five buildings, each three stories tall, made of red brick. Each contained twenty apartments that a boy would share with his guardian, and included a living room, bathroom, kitchen/dining room, and single bedroom with two beds. Each apartment also contained a locked cabinet (the guardians carried the keys) that held various punishment implements. Paddles and canes of all sizes, switches and straps, lotions that would heal a spanked bottom and oils that would make a spanking hurt more, all were provided by the academy to be used in the discipline of their charges.

Once they were in Jonathan's apartment he closed the door behind them, releasing Telwyn's hand. "Take off your clothes." He ordered, going to the dresser and getting out the uniform the boy would wear.

[Brat Prince]

Telwyn was less than happy when his new guardian decided to stop walking in order to watch the other man give his charge a sound spanking right there before even getting to their dorm building. When the sight and sound of it started to upset the elf he did his best to scoot behind the taller man and hide his face in his arm so he wouldn't have to watch it. Normally such things had never bothered him that much, outside of feeling bad for the boy in trouble, but knowing that he might be about to get a taste of it too had his knees feeling like jelly. His reprieve was brief; before he could protest Jonathan had gently taken him and moved him in front to make him watch whether he liked it or not. He flicked his ears when they were they were touched, tilting his head away even as he had to watch the other boy howl while his bared backside got redder and redder.

Telwyn couldn't believe how long it went, or how terribly hard it looked like the other guardian had walloped him, wincing at the sight of his blistered and swollen looking butt. As soon as the other pair, one still bawling, started to move it seemed his own guardian was suddenly keen to be on their way. The little elfling being made to march in front, Jonathan's wide hands on his narrow shoulders, with a clear view of the punished boys glowing backside ahead of them. Deciding to distract himself the elf looked up at the loosely grouped dormitory buildings they were approaching. Unfortunately for the blue eyed boy, the red brick structures were no more appealing than the brick red fanny.

In very little time they were inside one of them, heading to a second floor apartment. When Jonathan opened the door and carefully pushed him in, since the elf was hesitating a bit again, Telwyn gave the space a cautious once over from the doorway. There was a little eat in kitchen on his right, everything painted in cheery whites and yellows, and before him was a nice sized living area with a cozy looking pair of armchairs and small sofa. The far left wall had a doorway that the boy assumed lead to the bedroom, which was where his guardian headed straightaway after telling him brusquely to undress.

Telwyn arched one fine dark eyebrow, but with the sight of that horrible spanking still fresh on his mind he decided to partially comply rather than make a fuss with the human. Moments later and his boots stood aside, and his little blue knee shorts and vest were off and neatly folded across the padded arm of one of the chairs, leaving the slim little elfling with the platinum and brown hair standing in his tight white stockings and loose white tunic. Dipping his long pointed ears slightly he turned those big blue eyes on Jonathan again with a sad little pout.

"May I please finish changing by myself Sir?" He asked politely. It would be bad enough for the man to see his bottom, he figured, without needing to undress as well. Telwyn folded his hands sweetly behind his back again, dipping his chin and holding his shoulders back to do his very best again at being adorable. With the wispy tunic and little tights the long haired elf managed to look a bit younger and more innocent than his years.

[Hrtofdrkns]

Jonathan watched the boy undress, then stop and ask to finish alone.

"No." He replied quickly. "You are being punished don't forget. Now get your clothes off and into your uniform before I decide to add swats."

The daytime uniform consisted of a belted long sleeve jacket , a fitted double-breasted waistcoat, knee high boots and a short sleeved form fitting one piece with a drop seat in back. The nighttime uniform consists of a simple and soft fleecy one piece with feet , also with a drop seat. The uniform has everything to do with the academy's methods of reform, allowing easy access to a naughty boy's bare bottom. The drop seats could even be removed completely, exposing the naked behind and serving as a sign that this boy had been especially naughty. Most staff members who saw a boy in such a state felt obligated to give him another correction, so that walking about the yard like that was a dreaded punishment.

[Brat Prince]

When Telwyn was told no he frowned and lost his adorable posture in favor of hugging himself, it was not what he had expected at all. When he was told to remember he was being punished the little elfling pouted and took the strange uniform from his guardian; giving it a quick once over to see how to put it on before setting it out in order on the arm of one of the chairs. Carefully turning his skinny back to Jonathan, Telwyn pulled off his lightweight white tunic and shimmied out of his little tights; he didn't stand there bare for very long, instead snatching the fitted short sleeved garment and hauling it up into place over his narrow shoulders.

It was a dark charcoal color, and fitted his body much as his tights had, showing the plumpness of his round little bottom that still faced his new guardian. In fact it was so fitted that, as he took the waistcoat that would more or less make it appear that he wore leggins, he felt another seam... making a ring around his backside it felt. Rather than ponder it Telwyn simply buttoned up his new waistcoat before slipping the jacket with the long tail on as well.

Finally fully dressed the diminutive elf turned to face the tall green eyed man again, his nervousness plain to see. "I still say I shouldn't be punished at all, Sir. All I've done is arrive here and I've been very good haven't I?" He asked, folding his arms securely again. The young elf still wasn't able to believe that this man could possibly want to give him a spanking when he was trying so hard to be endearing. In fact his only real comfort at the moment was that the uniform didn't have pants that could be taken down... thank goodness.