Before I can even consider it, my body follows his command and I climb onto his lap. He places a big paw on my back which feels somehow both reassuring and concerning at the same time.
"I am your caretaker from now on. You are, for all intents and purposes, to be my cub while I am around you. I am here to fulfill your request. All of your request. Do I make myself clear?"
"I- I think so." I say, not entirely understanding but too afraid to question him.
"Good." He says with finality, and without warning he uses the paw on my back to push me onto his lap. I don't resist, so there isn't much force behind it, but I fall face first into the mattress, my chest all the way to my sheath across the towel and his thighs, and my tail flagging above my exposed rear.
There's a resounding smack through the air, and I just barely process that he's spanking me before a second blow collides with my butt. I haven't even felt the pain of the first two hits, my surprise still rushing through my mind. A third smack, this one much harder, brings me to reality, and the sting immediately radiates over my whole rear. I let out a squeak and gasp, my body flinching reflexively. His paw is big enough to cover my whole butt, and it does so with ease as he spanks again and again with each spank hitting just as the burn of the last impact starts to pick up. I instinctively try to roll off him, but his other paw grabs my back and holds me still. As my instincts are stifled, I start to really feel the pain of each smack. He keeps spanking for several more seconds without reprieve, the burning building up in my rear. I feel tears coming out of my eyes. Each spank hurts just a little more than the last.
For a very brief moment, he stops, the pain in my butt doesn't subside at all, but it doesn't grow for that moment. Again before I really process it, he shifts his hips and starts again. More smacks rain down on me without hesitation. I find my tears balling up and being thrown off my face as I flinch and cringe with each spank. He doesn't let up for what feels like several minutes. I'm left with only the raw red pain in my butt exacerbated by every new spank. I don't even feel my legs and arms flailing. I can't even work up enough courage to shout for him to stop, and I have no idea if that would do anything.
He just keeps going. My brain won't focus on anything except how bad my butt feels. I feel like I've run out of tears. Another minute. Two. I can't take it anymore. I don't even process that I'm doing it, but I bite into the towel and probably into his leg. Not hard, not enough to cut or bruise, but I definitely bite.
The spanking stops, and I feel the paw holding down my back tense. In a completely calm, even tone Jolly says, "You have got to be the naughtiest boy I've seen in a long time."
He leans forward over me and picks something up from underneath the bed. He pulls it up slowly and lets me get a good look at it. A long, wide, wooden paddle that he holds firmly by it's leather strap. He moves back into position, holding me down tighter than before.
"Let me-" he leaves a long pause before smacking with the paddle. The thump echoes through the room, and a duller, deeper pain makes its way through my rear. My tears resume. He continues, "make myself clear."
Another smack! The pain is so much deeper than before, and the paddle pushes me forward half an inch before he repositions me.
"I am in charge here."
Smack!
"You."
Smack!
"Will."
Smack!
"Not."
Smack!
"Bite."
Smack!
"Me."
Smack!
"Again."
Smack!
"Is that clear?"
I nod my head yes furiously into the mattress. He smacks again.
"What?" He asks, clearly expecting me to say it.
"Yes!" I gasp into the sheets, barely able to speak between sobs, "I- I w-won't bite youuuu a-ag-agaaaainnnn."
"Good." He says again, with the same nonchalance as before. "Now let's finish up."
With the paddle, he gives me thirty more hard swats. With each, he leaves just enough time for me to really feel the sting. And with each my regret of this request begins to build. I'm left completely spent and balling on his lap. I hiccup and gasp and cry, unable to even feel embarrassed at this point.
There's a sudden stop to his assault on my butt. The heat in my cheeks and the panging stings remain, but no more spanks come. Jolly lifts me up to his chest without a word. He places one arm across my shoulders, and his other arm holds me up by my stinging bottom.
"There, there." He says more soothingly, "Had to get that over with. Now we can get you all ready to go back to Humble and have a nap."
His cooing makes me feel strangely comforted, and I bury my spent and sobbing self into his chest. He stands up, still cradling me. I wince at the change in pressure on my butt. I glance at the mirror but immediately look away when I see the red glow radiating off my rear. He continues to hold me in one stern, strong arm as he uses the other to fish things out of cupboards. I don't bother looking at what he's doing, and my brain finds a blank spot where the obvious should be. I don't know if I want any of this anymore, or at least maybe not right now. Right now I just want to be with Humble.
He brings myself and the load of things in his other arm back to the bed and lays out what he's got. He sits back down.
"Here," he says, getting my attention. I open my eyes to see a big baby-blue pacifier held just in front of my face. He continues, "open up."
I don't want this right now. I just want to be home. I grimace and shake my head no, pursing my lips closed.
"You're being naughty again."
His stern demeanour returns. He whips me back into spanking position with lightning speed.
"We'll fix that."
His paw gives me ten joltingly fast smacks. It's over before my first tears even reform, but they come back like a tidal wave as he pulls me back up into his arms. The fire in my butt returns and lingers as he speaks again.
"If you want to see Humble today and not be stuck here for the night, please stop wasting time." He says, almost like a suggestion. I get the feeling that he might be just as content spanking me for the rest of the day.
With tears still streaming down my face, I nod my head and open my mouth slightly. Hopefully he'll get this all over with in time. He shoves the paci in my mouth. I close my lips around it and try to suck on it. It is slightly soothing, but it would take a lot more to get my focus off the pain still in my rear.
He stands again and turns toward the bed. I notice the small recess in the wall as he leans forward and pulls on it, pulling out a large plastic-like table of sorts with a few straps across it. He places me down on it. I wince, the chill of it almost numbing the pain in my butt. He presses lightly on my chest for me to lay back, and I follow his order without hesitation this time. In a move of charity that I wasn't expecting, he pulls up the pillow from the bed and places it behind my head. I lean back into the pillow, falling completely exposed before him. The lower half of my legs and tail dangle off the slab. He pulls up a white bottle and a bag of wipes, then a tube of some sort of cream and a diaper thicker than I ever could have imagined. He places everything at my side. I blush and suck more heavily on my pacifier.
He takes a wipe and begins to wipe me down. He starts at my belly button and lower tummy, then moves to my groin. He wipes my inner thighs then around my penis, then starts on my sheath. With the first real attention my sheath has ever gotten from another lion, my heart starts to pound and my penis tries and fails to swell. Out of embarrassment, I reach down and try to cover my sheath with a paw.
"Ahah," he says, moving my paw away before continuing, "guess we'll need to take some more proactive measures to keep this naughty cub from touching himself."
I blush at his incorrect insinuation from behind my paci, and just begin to really process that he is treating me like a cub. This is what I asked for, but I didn't expect his harshness. I realize what the straps are for as he pulls them across me. One across my chest, pinning me to the changing table. And two on either side of me for my wrists, holding my arms just out of naughty distance.
"Lucky I caught you before you got to anything naughty, or else I'd have to have you over my lap again." He says with the same stern voice he's rarely broken from since entering.
He resumes wiping, letting me blush and wriggle as he cleans my sheath and then balls. It tickles a little, and I find myself giggling as he continues. He picks up my ankles with his free paw, exposing my rear to him. He wipes up my butt crack and across my hole. I shiver. Aside from baths which don't really count, this is the most attention my privates have ever gotten. Finally, he wipes my cheeks tenderly, the pain in them flaring up slightly as he does so. He tosses the wipes he's just cleaned me with.
Before lowering my ankles, he grabs the diaper and shakes it lightly, letting it unfold. It's so much bigger than I expected. Just clean white with no markings on it. Two sets of wide tapes on either side and another tape on the back that I can only assume is for the tail hole. And of course the bulky padding in the middle.
My penis starts to press at its confines and I blush, not completely understanding how I feel at the moment. Jolly holds my ankles steady and positions the diaper under me. It comes to rest just past the base of my tail. I close my eyes in anticipation as he sets me down. I'm surprised at how soft it is, the stinging in my rear just barely felt over the cushiness of the padding.
Jolly grabs the cream and begins to rub it into my crevices. He gives a light coat to my balls and sheath, and then he hoists me up again and coats my hole. He even adds some to the tender part of my butt that I can imagine will be covered by the girth of the diaper.
Finally, he grabs the powder and sprinkles it all over my butt and the back half of the diaper. He lowers me back onto it, and my butt now feels slightly cooler and soothed. The pain of the spanking is still present, especially in my memory, but this feels nice. He gives my front a snowy coating of powder as well before rubbing some into my thighs and lower tummy.
He grabs another wipe and wipes off his paws. Once he's clean, he pulls up the front of the diaper then positions and tapes it quickly and skillfully. He lifts my legs for a final time and tapes the final tape above my tail. The diaper hugs my waist and thighs and butt in a perpetually comforting embrace, and I feel sort of okay for the moment. It's even more comfortable than I expected. Hum was right all along in encouraging me to try this. At least this part of being a baby again is good. I suckle on my pacifier and just enjoy the feeling of my first diaper as Jolly silently unhooks the straps holding me down. I can almost avoid the feeling of heat in my butt, almost.