A Day In The Life- A commission for Professor Bob.



"This court hereby sentences you to one year under rejuvenation, to give you a proper appreciation of our methods, and how they are to be used."
As the gavel fell the prisoner was led away to the rejuvenation chamber, and was promptly strapped down to a steel table, mounted under a large machine.
There was a sudden flash of white, and his consciousness slipped from him, lucid thought not returning to him till much later, though it was hazy at best.
Robert was dimly aware of somebody lifting him up, which to him seemed odd, given a sergal's size was nothing to sneeze at, yet there he was being carried as if he were a cub. 
As he was set down on the floor, his legs were a tad wobbly at first, leading to many windmilling arms, and stumbles. Once balance, and coordination was regained to a degree, Robert moved forward, finding everything much larger than he remembered, the reason presenting itself, once he stepped in front of a mirror, and caught sight of a cub, no more than three and a half feet tall, looking back at him.
The angular,almost shark-like face, with pinch-nez style glasses mounted on the snout. Red fur ran along the sides of his body, with a white stripe splitting him down the middle.
As the shock of seeming himself as a child slowly wore off, it was replaced by the quickly sharpening ache of knowing what he was in for now.
Almost as soon as the thought crossed his mind there was a throat-clearing cough behind him, signifying that someone was here for him, most likely his new parent for the next year.
Wincing instictively, Robert slowly turned around and was confronted with a petite beauty.
The Red Panda woman standing before him was no more than five foot three, with silky red fur, and a white stripe down the belly fur that wasn't hidden by a tank top and shorts. She had a modest chest, not too large, not too small, just enough for a mouthful, and wide,curvy hips.
Her sparkling blue eyes looked over her new charge, as she approached, smiling kindly, as she squatted down to be on eye level with him, ruffling his head fur lightly. "Hey there little guy, my name's Loryana, but you'll be calling me Mom,Mother, Mommy, or Ma'am for the next year, while I get you reaquainted with the Pennitatas disciplinary code."
While her tone was sweet and soothing, there was a tiny bubble of dark glee at the mention of reminding him how punishments worked in their society.
Robert couldn't believe who the Council had arranged to be his guardian, she was gorgious, and his eyes took in every inch of her body, including the several feet of bushy tail she had swaying behind her, though apparantly he had been staring a little  too intently, and hadn't heard the question asked of him, which resulted in a brisk smack across his bare bottom, eliciting a yelp, and a look of surprise.
Lory was still on his level, but her comforting expression was replaced with a more cool, and collected look. "I asked you your name little one, and if you were wise you would make sure to either not stare at me, or learn to pay attention while doing so, or else I'll give you a little wake up call like that."
Robert lowered his eyes guiltily, his cheeks burning with embarrassment at being caught staring, but he dutifully answered her question. "R-R-Robert Ma'am."
The kind smile returned to his new 'mother's' face, and she took his hand, leading him out of the court building, and into a car that was promptly waiting for him, complete with booster seat for the little tyke.
While getting buckled in was a little awkward, due to the view he had down Loryana's shirt, it quickly dissipated, once she entered the front seat, and entered the command to bring them both home.
As the car drove them to his new dwelling, Lory gave him the rundown of being a Penni, as if he didn't know all of this information already with being a Professor, however he did not speak out against it,lest he get his rear warmed over before even setting foot in the house.
"Your situation is a little different then most Penni's, since your only doing one year, you will not be going to school, but instead recieving personal tutoring lessons with me, on how to properly treat Penni's. However for you to properly understand, I will be using every tool that is used on Penni's, with you as well, all of them, everyday, with a handspanking in the middle of the day. There will be more if you ever misbehave, as you are my responsibility while you are rejuved, and you will find that I do not tolerate poor behaviour in the least."
Robert whimpered softly as he imagined the rough year he was in for, already regretting using too much force behind his spankings on the one child in his class that he had to punish, not realizing that his strikes were leaving far too serious bruises to be justified.
The car arrived at their destination far too quickly for the young Sergal's liking, but he offered no resistance aside from a small whine as he was released from his booster seat, and led into his new home.
It was a typical modern home, with a computer, and holo vid for viewing pleasure, a small kitchen off to the side, and two bedrooms. One of which was painted a vibrant purple, the bed covered in an equally bright shade of red, the room having a decadent, but tasteful Gothic theme, while the second was a nuetral blue, with a child sized bed and dresser, as well as a toy box, clearly this was to be his room.
However the tour took a turn for the worst as he was led into the living room and presented with a wall containing every possible tool of punishment, ranging from paddles, all the way up to switches and canes.
Robert cringed as his new mother walked towards the wall and plucked one of each kind of tool off of the wall and set them on the couch, sitting next to her equipment and crooking her finger at the little cub, the motion drawing him closer, shuffling nervously on his footpaws.
With barely a warning she set her paw on his chest and grabbed his tail, yanking him up to her lap, and yanking down his shorts and undies, leaving his bare tush exposed, though upon seeing how dense his fur was Lory reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of clippers. As the trimmer buzzed to life,she ran it across his rear, cutting his fur to downy fluff, exposing those vulnerable cheeks.
Without skipping a beat Lory brought her paw smacking down across his bottom, making the cub squeal in pain, and try to wiggle away, but her paw on his back kept him firmly in place for another three smacks, causing his thrashing to increase. "If you do not hold still I will have to restrain you, and I assure you, you will not like being tied down for this."
The threat of restraints silenced the boy's squirming, and the spanking continued, covering every inch of his tush in red handprints, but there was barely a pause in her strokes before he felt the stinging wood of a hairbrush coming down on his cheeks.
The wooden brush brought a much crisper, and distinct crack to his bottom, and Robert began bawling loudly, his tail trying to curl across his rear, only to be grabbed and folded against his back.
As the hairbrush went through it's rounds, the poor crying Sergal clung to his sheets, and quite earnestly resisting the urge to clamp those jaws of his down on her nearby thigh, knowing that it would make things much worse for him if he did.
Suddenly he became painfully aware of the break in his punishment, and Robert afforded a look over his shoulder, thinking perhaps his mother was showing him mercy.
Sadly she was not, but instead was moving up to his paddle, a foot long flat piece of oak with his name on it.
The sore cub had enough time to squeak out a protest before the heavy tool smacked across his entire rump, working over the previous marks left by her paw and brush, leaving long red stripes across his flesh, setting the Sergal screaming, and thrashing again.
The paddling continued, however when she had finished with that tool Lory set Ropert on his bed, on his stomach, and picked up the switch next. "Now you have a choice, you can either try to stay still like a good boy, or I will have to tie you down, which will it be?"
The sobbing cub took a while to answer, and recieved a quick smack across his paw when he tried to rub his bottom, but when he did answer, it came out garbled with sobs and try as he might, he could not answer her coherently.
Lory sighed and set the switch down and headed to the wall and pulled some straps, with several buckles on them and approached Robert, setting them across his wrists, and hooking them to a set of hooks on the side of his bed, doing the same to his feet, effectively immobilizing him.
With her charge properly restrained, Lory picked up her switch and resumed his Welcome Spanking, the whippy strip of birch snapping against his flesh, giving the most snap out of all the tools she had used so far.
Robert howled and sobbed as the wood did it's job, leaving lines across his bottom, managing to catch the curve of his bottom, ensuring that any sitting would be very difficult.
Oddly enough when she was done with the switch, she didn't continue right away, instead she went into the bathroom next door, and came back with a glass of water, and a rag, tending to his tear-stained fur and eyes, and releasing him so he could drink the water, and sooth his burning throat, and he even got some time cuddled into her lap, the Red Panda rubbing his back soothingly, and cooing to him for a few minutes, giving him a small break before his last punishment.
Just as he thought she was going to skip the cane, she lifted him off her lap, and sat up, grabbing the long wooden cane. "Alright Bobby, come over here and bend over your dresser, remember to hold still or I'll have to put the straps back on you."
The cub whimpered and pleaded in vain, but his mother was an immovable force of will, and the poor Sergal did as asked and bent over the dresser, his tail high and out of the way, his bottom a vibrant rainbow of pinks,reds, purples and blues.
As Lory raised the cane, Robert tensed up, which was the worst mistake for him to do as the wood struck with much more force across the taunt skin, causing the boy to yelp, and jump, his paws aching to rub his backside, as his cheeks burned anew, the cane working his rump over with slow solid thwacks, eliciting a squeal and jump from him every time.
When it was finally over, the Sergal slumped to the ground sobbing pitifully, while Lory put the tools away, and promptly picked the little cub up, and cradled him.
At first he thought he was getting affection, but then he realized she was carrying him over to the pyramid studded punishment stool in the corner of his room, and try as he might to wiggle and squirm away, he was eventually firmly set down on the dull points, his legs tied to the stool.
"Now you'll only be sitting here for ten minutes, though if you try to get up I'll make it longer, I will be back when your time is up."
So far Robert was having a miserable first day, and the points digging into his sore bottom wasn't making it any better, and he had the expected response of feeling like she was just some glorified torturer, given the lack of soothing, and affection he had recieved.
When his time was up, Lory came back as promised, and released him, and surprised the little cub by laying him on his tummy, and rubbing some nano-lotion into his bottom, the soothing, although itchy cream already repairing the damage to his bottom.
Lory rubbed his back soothingly, and smirked. "Still think I'm evil? Don't even bothering trying to fool me, I thought the same thing my first rejuvenation." Lory showed the silvery 'C' on the back of her left paw, showing that she was a Completatas, and she giggled at the surprised look on his face. "Yes I've been in the same spot as you before, though it wasn't only for a year.....You'll find that I can be a very fun, and loving person, but your punishments do come first, and they do have to handed out...Doesn't mean we can't have a fun time when your not being disciplined, now get under the covers, and get some rest, I'll wake you up for lunch."
Lory helped him under the covers, and kissed the Sergal's forehead, before heading out of the room, leaving Robert to think over his situation, occasionally rubbing at his itchy bottom, and deciding he was in for a very long year.