The broken teapot (final chapter 19 added 1-7-26)

[Julianmay]

Hi,
Have been lurking some time but here's a first try (and first chapter) of a story. I plan it to be a long one.
English is not my native language, so there might be some quirks in grammar. I hope it's not to inconvenient.
Though this is about an underage young boy, and there will be scenes of diapering and spanking included, nothing is erotic. Basically it will turn into a feel-good romantic and-they-lived-happily-ever-after. Cliche, i know, but i'll try to make the cliche proud.
Feedback is welcome, let me know if this is any good.
And if site admin's feels the story is inappropriate, let me know and remove it.
 

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The broken teapot

1

Jenny Miller rode her old Toyota up the short driveway to the closed fence where the security officer checked all in and out going traffic, lowered the window at the driver side and showed her id.

"Good morning Mrs Miller, how are you today? " said the good humored officer to her.
"Hi Nathan, good morning to you to. It's back-to-work-day, looking forward to the weekend-day already"

He chuckled at the bad habitual joke they made everyday since she started working at the State Special Correctional Centre for Young Offenders, pushed the button on his desk to open the fence and waved her through.
Slowly Jenny let the car roll forward to the massive looking building up the end of the pebbled path. It was old, just begging for a good paint-job. Some old buildings have a certain charm about them. But not this one, seeming to shout "Go away" to everyone who dared to approach it.
After 4 years of working as a counselor she'd gotten used to it but in her mind she could very well picture the impression it made upon anyone who's was first brought here for "correction". It looked like a prison, as it was.

She parked her car at the spaces for staff just left from the big central stairway that led to the entrance, got her bag from the passenger seat and walked up the stairs, pressed the buzzer on the left side of the big heavy double doors and looked strait up at the camera also on the left.
With a small sound and harsh click the door sprung slightly open. She pushed it further and walked in on an impressive hallway where the marble floor and high ceiling augmented every sound that was made.

"Hi Jenn", the secretary down the hall greeted her from the stall were every person that came through the door was supposed to check in.
Jenny noted her name and entrance time in the log and was about to move on to her office in the building when the secretary informed her that Mr. Halloway would like to see her as soon as she was available.

"Oh, of course" she answered and instead of turning left she walked right up the corridor where the Director's office was situated.
It wasn't and odd request. Henry often called her in when he needed some advice on one of the pupils they used to call them here. That was her job after all.
All correctional institutes were required to have a counselor on staff to have someone on the payroll outside the chain of command with the authority to go over the warden's head if necessary. Given the sensitive nature of the correction's at this specific institute it was a no brainer.
It prevented tunnel vision's and helped to keep the entire group of guardians and officers responsible for the daily handling of their pupils on the right side of the thin line between "correctional" and "abusive" behavior.

"Good morning, Jenny!"
The big athletic build man on the other side of an impressively big, but equal impressive messed up desk, veered up from his chair and waved her in when she had opened the door and peeked in to see if he was busy.
Henry Halloway was everything you wouldn't expect a warden of an state correctional institute to be. He wore a loose leather jacket over a heavy metal printed shirt.
Long black hair was bound with a leather thong at the back. As counterweight to this, slightly menacing first appearance, was a comical small set of reading glasses that never seemed able to stay at place on his hawkish nose where he pushed it regularly, every minute or so.

"Have a seat. Had a good weekend? Had some coffee yet?"
He rapidly fired these question's without waiting for an answer and walked strait to the side of the room, poured two steaming mugs of pitch black coffee and offered one to the slim medium height women that had made herself comfortable in one of the chairs across the desk..

At her mid thirties, Jenny looked every inch the friendly professional she was. Anyone who saw her the first time got the same message from her appearance, clothing and manners: "Hey, I like to keep things neat, orderly and organized. But also simple and practical. No fuss. I am here for you, but don't expect me to save you if you don't want to help yourself"
It helped to reach some of the more challenging pupils they housed at this institute while keeping the professional distance between them at the same time.
Only the ones who had known her longer could recognize the faint aura of sadness that surrounded her the last couple of years.
They chatted a couple of minutes about their weekend. As usual Henry's had been far more eventful than Jenny's. She laughed at his retelling of the heavy metal concert he had visited on his motorcycle, a foul stench emanating, god forsaken roaring Harvey with which he always arrived at this institute.

"OK, what have you got for me this time" Jenny turned Henry's attention to working matters.

"We got a new group yesterday." Henry moved to his own chair and picked up a dossier from the pile on his left. "There is an interesting new pupil i would have you to take a look at"
Jenny took the file, flicked the cover open to the first page and started to scan the information on the pages. As usual it didn't take her long to digest the most important fact's from the file.

"Wow, 10 years old, isn't that a tad on the young side for this place?", was her first comment.

"Yes, just turned ten, was surprised myself. You know the most of 'm are between 14 and 16/17. We have had younger ones from time to time but always at least thirteen. Not one from elementary"

"So?, how come?"

"Well, as you can see in the file, his record is quite impressive. Theft's and even burglary's. And no simple stuff. I mean, he wasn't stealing apples here. An old necklace worth several thousands was his last price"

"Most judges would take his age in account" .

"True, but he got old Farlington this time..And it was his third strike. With the stricter policies our government agreed on last September he saw no way out this time. It would have to be some jail time. So he put him up for two weeks here, judging that our special approach would benefit this fellow. Guess he was just fed up with this youngster, wanted to teach him a heavy lesson and never see him again"

"But you're having doubt's"

"Yeah......" Henry fell silent and fidgeted with one of the pencil's on his desk. Collecting his thought's.

Jenny was a good listener. Leaving silences or a few words were often enough to get people to tell the story they wanted to tell. She waited patiently for Henry to resume his account but inward a tingle of not being right was manifesting itself already.
Considering herself old fashioned when coming to the subject of raising children, she had absolutely no qualms of using spankings as a form of discipline. In fact, she had had to use this method a couple of times in the past. Otherwise it would have been impossible for her to work at this place of course.
Jail time, as in most juvenile institutes, had proven almost non-effective in correcting boys send there. Therefore a couple of years ago this institute was founded. The thought was that confinement, combined with daily spankings would yield more results. These were the midwest, after all, and still the nineties.
But ..... Ten...., just, and now being confronted with the realities of this institute, God!. she thought

"He was brought in yesterday afternoon" Henry resumed.
"A small group this time, four. Three guys 16/17 and he. As usual we got them booked and let them change in our sweat's and t-shirts. We gave him the smallest we have of course but he still drowned in them. You know they all come with a court directive about how long their daily mandatory spanking must take and which implements may be used. "
Jenny nodded.

"So Gary, the correctional officer on duty, explained that to them and started right away with the first session. And let me say right up front, Gary is a good man, he did nothing wrong. We can argue that he is a bit inflexible but followed all the rules. He bent the first over his desk, trousers dropped and started. He had to use the long ruler for this one and a strap. I must say this guy was a though one. He sweared the whole procedure but eventually showed some tears. 
That youngster was next, scared to death. A colleague had to held him bent over the desk. I saw on camera that Gary was a bit put off by his age and small demeanor but he abided by the court order this young man was given. That was 30 and two by the way."

Jenny gulped.
30 meant that the correctional officer was ordered to give no less than 30 spanks with a bare hand, as kind of warming up, and 30 for every implement that was ordered.
As usual, on arrival the bare hand spankings were omitted if an implement had been ordered. And one always was. That meant that this 10 year old had been sentenced to at least 90, with 60 from ruler, spoon, strap or even whip if needed, every evening of his two weeks stay at this institute!

Henry nodded, acknowledging her surprise.
"He used the short ruler and spoon on him, the mildest choice's if you ask my opinion. Now what surprised me. this younster didn't offer a sound. Though we could see how much it hurt. He stayed silent the whole time"
Jenny lifted her eyebrow, also showing some surprise.

"And after?"

"We let them stand with their noses to the wall, as you know. Till we are finished with 'm all. He could hardly stay standing, knees almost giving out under him, his face red from silent tears. When we brought them to their "rooms" to wait for dinner he fell face forward on his bed. We tried waking him up for dinner but he fell asleep so the officer in charge let him sleep it out."

"Good call i think" Jenny interrupted. "You could expect something like that, so this isn't why you asked for my opinion, Am I right?"

"No." Henry resumed. "We checked upon him the whole evening of course, covered him with a blanket, he didn't move a muscle. But this morning, when we woke him up, he crawled to the corner of his bed. Held his blanket up on him. The officer who woke him said he saw some sort of primal fear in his eyes. Whatever that means. It took some struggle to get it off him. He, his bed, the blankets were soaking wet.
The officer in charge let him take all to the laundry, let him take a shower and gave him a new set of clothes. He was shivering with fright at first, that left somewhat when the officers stayed neutral. Of course, it was quickly known with all the boy's that our newest "guest" had wet his bed. 
Now as staff, we'll manage with this of course. What worries me most was the group's reaction."

Jenny again lifted an inquiring eyebrow.

"You see, one could hope for an understanding reaction from the other boy's, like big brother's who instinctively take to caring for the littlest of them all. Helping him through. He's clearly no thread for any of 'm. But I'm afraid it's turning the other way. At breakfast he was bullied, made fun off and his plate was thrown on the ground. We know, not uncommon but this time they took it to the merciless extremes. Giving him no rest...... he took it quietly sitting at the table's.
When the group moved to class, a group of the oldest cornered him, tripped him, pulled his pants down and threatened to make him their "baby-bitch", excuse me for the choice of words. When we got to the situation he fled to his cell and sat in the corner again, his blanket pulled around him. We tried talking to him, but we can't connect it seems. He hasn't moved an inch since"

Henry fell silent. Jenny let the story sink in. Of course, all maternal instincts in her flared up, and she recognized her feelings. But this was still a three times convicted thief, they were talking about. She had to keep her professional insights on the fore.
Henry was the first to break the silence. Looking past Jenny into thin air.

"They'll have him for breakfast, lunch and dinner, Jen." he said softly.
"The spanking directives, I think they are harsh for a boy his age, but he can survive them. It's the atmosphere around the group we have in currently. We'll do our utmost but can't protect him everywhere. He'll find no support. Somehow, they will find a way to pass him off to each other, feeding of his fear. They'll eat him alive. After two weeks, what scraps will be left of him?"
Jenny thought about this, already inclined to agree, but again........

"We have been fooled by young angelic convicts turning demon before, Henry" Holding up her hand as Henry was about to interfere. "But I tend to agree with you that this one doesn't seem to be made of the same stuff as the older one's. In the file is no mention of motive, am i correct?"

"Correct, he never said why, never mentioned a name. The group home that was responsible for him and his school were played, somehow. Stupid staff there, if you ask me. They both had no idea of his activities, but it's hard to imagine that he did all this alone. Lots of blanks in his life's story. An' he offered nothing in his questioning. But again, he was busted trying to pawn that necklace I mentioned, on his own! The fingerprints at the house he last broke into to get it were circumstantial evidence enough."

"Interesting. Any fights, violence?"

"No. And maybe that's why he slipped trough the mazes for so long. He didn't draw enough attention."

"Where is he now?"

"In his cell, the corner."

"Well, let's have a look. You have a camera on him?."
Henry nodded and Jenny moved to stand beside him at his computer screen.
He hesitated. Jenny looked at him, asking silent for the problem.

"I eh, need to warn you Jen, We have known each other a good couple of years now and God, how I know what you have been dealing with, but......I cannot soften this"
He flicked the screen on.
At first Jenny, puzzled by the warden's last remarks, couldn't see much more than a mountain of blanket, huddled in the corner of the cell.
Then, Henry closed in on the face and Jenny gasped, turning white as chalk.
 

A normal young, tear stricken face was looking past the camera. Slightly red curling hair dancing in all directions. A small nose that seemed to tip upward at the end and freckled apple cheeks that made him look adorable. His eyes were light brownish looking nowhere and Jenny understood what the guard had meant by 'primal fear'.
But that was not what shook her to the core of her being.

She knew that face!
Her stomach turned with remembrance and all the pain that flooded back in with it.

"I'm sorry Jen" Henry whispered while he vacated his chair and let Jenny sink in it., staring incredulously at the screen before her. He tapped a glass of water and handed it over. Shaken she brought it to her lips.

"What's his name again?" She could hardly voice the question..

"Jake, Jake Hanson"
Silence. After a long time Jenny sighed..

"Let me think about it for a while and I'll make some calls"

"You can use my office, take as long as you need..... or want." Henry patted her shoulder lightly in sympathy and left his office.

[Parkin]

Reads pretty good. Also the cliff hanger is interesting. She seems to know him, but since she doesn't know his name she probably doesn't. The boy probably did something that hurt Jenny. 

[Julianmay]

2

It took a while before Jenny regained some composure thanks to the professional attitude that had been her lifeline the last couple of years. Personal feelings and flashback's raging inside were fighting to be sorted out but after some time she pushed them deliberately to the background. They would have to be dealt with at a later time.
This boy, Jake, was in the wrong place and the sentence pronounced upon him would have devastating effects. So much was cristal clear. Henry's short "th'll eat him alive" was spot on. He always had a way with words.
That left the question of possible courses of action; keeping Jake's sanity and the court's decision intact at the same time. She reached an alternative quickly but had to battle long with the question of how much her own history was influencing her judgment reaching this conclusion and if she would be willing, and able to the task she saw before her.
Her feelings won. It remained to convince the judge, and some others, of this alternative, which took some fast talking and compromises but in the end an agreement was reached.

 

By the end of morning, Jenny entered the cell and sat quietly on the chair beside the desk. Looking at Jake she saw that he has seen her coming in and watched for her next action. She let him take a good look, emanating peace, quiet and i-know-what-i-am-doing-here.

"Hello Jake, my name is Mrs. Miller. I am the counselor of this facility... I won't ask how you are. We can clearly see that it's not very well. I have come to take you somewhere else... I know it is difficult for you to trust anyone now but it has to be done... Nothing bad will happen... Can you come with me?"
No reaction

"Jake..., you have to come with me, it is best if you walk yourself. I don't want to call a guard to carry you out."

"I can't,.... they'll......" whispered a shaky voice.

"The other boy's are all in class, no one will be coming near you again."

He was silently crying now. "I'm wet"

In the back of her mind Jenny noted professionally the apparent emotion of shame.
"I understand, it's no problem. As soon as we can get out of here we can fix that, but you have to come with me to make that happen."
Jenny calmly reached over and gently pried the blanket out of his hands. After a while, he let go without a fight.

"Where are we going"

"You'll see, it's out of this building and we have to ride a short distance in my car, but no one will care how wet or dry you are. I promise"
Jenny choose her words carefully and they worked as she had hoped: As with all boys his age, in the end curiosity about where he was going won over his instinct to stay safely put in his corner.
She took the blanket off, revealing a small, skinny, just ten-year old in far over sized prison shirt and sweats.
The sweats were darker than usual due to a thorough wetting.
With some encouragement Jenny succeeded in guiding Jake off his bed and out of his cell.

Walking down the hallway's, Jenny looked down at her new charge beside her, and couldn't help her lips turning into a small smile: he was a sorry but funny sight!
Trying to keep from tripping over the sleeves getting under of his shoes and holding both hands on the rim of the heavy over sized sagging pants to keep them from sliding off.

Coming to the main door she stopped him and dropped down to eye-level .
"Listen Jake, we have to make an agreement. In a moment we are stepping out of the door of this building and the rules are that you have to wear cuffs whenever outside. But we are allowed to bent these rules a little if you can promise me to always hold my hand when we are outside until I say otherwise. Can you promise me that?"

Jake nodded his head and she took his left hand in her right. An easy victory, as she knew it would be.

"You can still hold up your pants with the other hand Jake. It'll be alright. It's just a short walk to my car"
The door clicked, Jenny brought Jake to the passenger side of her car, and let him sit in the front on the towel she had put there earlier.

 

[Julianmay]

3

It was a short ride but long enough to take some stock of the drastic change in his situation.
He had been scared out of his wits since he had heard his sentence pronounced and was brought to the center.

“You won't be in any real trouble....” they had assured him.
“You're far to young to get sentenced to anything like a serious punishment, just keep your mouth shut, like always....” They had been wrong, or lying.

Witnessing firsthand the manner in which punishments seemed to be handled in the center he had nearly passed out; and had never felt so much agony when it was his turn over the desk. Somehow, as he had learned the last years, he had kept his silence, but the tears had just kept coming.
His hopes for some leniency this morning, experiencing the offhand way the ward had reacted to his wetting his bed, were brutally ripped away when he had encountered the menace radiating from the big ones in the group. That moment, the loneliness and hopelessness of his situation had crashed in again, like a tidal wave and he couldn't just take anymore. In the silence of his cell he had retreated to being just a little boy, in a corner, and in his mind. Hiding in the blanket, shutting the world out. Not really seeing anything. Not daring to move. Giving in to despair. After a while the familiar wetness had spread around him, adding to his misery and self pity.

But just when he hadn't expected anything anymore, some form of reprieve seemed to have arrived with this lady next to him in the car. She hadn't said a word since locking his safety belt around his waist and seemed to concentrate very much on her driving. He dared not look directly at her but stole glances from behind the few locks of hair that had fallen forward while he kept his head bowed, seeming to stare at his trousers.
She seemed not to old, wearing Levi's and a light blue blouse loosely opening at her neck. He saw no jewelry, not even a watch. Her face looked nice though, half long slightly curling light blond hair with a pony. She had freckles, just like him. And she smelled like a sunny winter morning, full of oxygen.

"Wwwhere are we going, miss...?" He had forgotten her name.

"You can call me Mrs Miller, Jake, for the time being. And to answer your question, we've arrived at my house. Stay put"
Jenny parked the car on the side of the road next to a freestanding two story house with a thatched pointed roof surrounded by a small, but neatly kept garden with grass and flowerbeds. He could see a porch with a white wooden fence and a hanging broad swing chair with inviting thick cushions.
The door opened at his side, hands removed the seatbelt, took his right hand in hers and led him through the garden and up the porch to the door while he scrambled for his sweats with his left.
Inside was small but light hallway with a side-table with some flower's, a mirror in which he dared not look and a wall full of wooden pegs on various heights to hang coat's and jacket's on. There was lot's of free space.

"Kick of your shoes, Jake, and we'll clean you up bit, you'll feel much better after".
Again by hand he was led up the stairs and inside one of the doors in the corridor.
"Wait here, I'll be back in a minute," he heard her say.

With some wonder Jake looked around. He was in a boy's room. Like in a boy's nearly his age with colorful wallpaper depicting animals, like a zoo.
Under his feet was a wooden floor with a play-mat with roads. On one side was a low sturdy wooden bed, made up with a pillow and fluffy blankets with a covering of the lion king.
Against the wall on the left of the bed was an high closet with two doors and a couple of drawers. It was slightly open and he could see an abundance of clothes.
Next to the closet was a big open trunk filled with the inevitable gathering of junk boy's liked to play with in their rooms and some stuffed animals. The wall on the right of the bed had a small desk and chair beneath a window looking out to the garden at the back of the house. He could see a swing. The desk carried a small collection of books neatly stacked and a desk-lamp decorated in the same design as the wall.
On the wall opposite the bed was a half high, deep dresser with a flat plain wooden top and lots of deep drawers. Just reaching to his chest and easy as wide as his length.

Jenny returned with a bowl of steaming water, a washcloth and a towel which she put on the top of the dresser and turned her attention to him.

"All right young man, clothes!"

Getting her meaning he stammered. "I can..."
He was offered a slight smile.

"Yes, I know you can. But humor me this time will you."
Her hands lifted his arms in the air and briskly, but gently, helped him out of the t-shirt.
Stunned by her taking charge he automatically cooperated and before he knew what was happening she had dropped on her haunches in front of him pulling the clammy sweatpants with her guiding his feet out of the tangle. He leaned on her shoulders as she removed his socks. His underpants came next and last.
Jenny turned to the dresser, dampening the washcloth, while Jake tried to hide the more obvious parts of his dignity and looked at her with great eyes.
She understood and lowered her tempo. 

"Oh, Jake. Nothing to be bothered of. You have seen that this room is for a boy just like you. So, I've obviously seen, and washed, naked boy's body's more times than you can think of. Back and front. We'll do just a quick one head to toe to get the tears off your face and the stickiness off your body. Then we go downstairs to the kitchen and have a bite. You must be starving after skipping two meals."
She muffled his answer with the cloth to his face and rinsed him smartly off. Starting with his arms and chest and groin, handling it as just another part of his body, then turned to his back and, seeing the retaining blush from last night's spanking and the pinpoint markings and sharp red welts the spoon and ruler had left on his buttock's, washed his bottom more gently. Legs and feet done she handed him the towel.
Jake realized that he indeed was hungry and dried himself off while he saw Jenny rummaging around in the closet producing a set of underwear, socks, a half-long stone-washed Levi shorts and light blue T-shirt with a zoo-logo.

"These will do just fine, i think, let's see..." and quickly dressed him.
"Good, come on" She scooped up the laundry in one arm and led him by hand to the door at the end of the corridor.
"This is the bathroom. The toilet is over there. We have a shower and, as you can see, a nice big bathtub which you will get quite acquainted with."
Jenny let him take a look while dumping the wash in a big hamper. Not missing her words implying that he would be staying in this house a bit longer, his spirit lifted some more.

Downstairs in the kitchen she seated him in at the kitchen table, deftly sliding a soft pillow under him. He was thankful for that. Setting his butt on a hard surface wasn't something he would like to do today!
In no time the table was filled. Jenny sliced a fresh smelling loaf of bread and presented him with a plate with some slices thickly coated with butter and cheese. And an enormous mug of milk.
"Now I suggest you wolf that down, Jake. it'll have to do. We'll do a more substantial warm meal this evening."
Jake attacked his pile with the appetite, boy's of his age always seemed to have. Jenny helped herself and took a seat on another side at the table. Eating more slowly and observing at the same time.

As agreed with Henry, and out of her own professionalism, she had approached Jake with the friendly, but reserved and taking charge manner that they deemed necessary.
It was a good sign that he seemed to melt a bit at this approach and followed her direct guidance. It had almost been to easy, just like a normal kid his age.
At the same time, it had taken her a lot of willpower not to take him in his arms and console that bundle of misery she had found in his cell. The same when she had seen the results of yesterday on his backside! And every time he looked straight at her, her stomach churned.
The trap was obvious however, she could still handle it.

It stayed silent during their meal but when he was finished she turned her chair to directly face her guest.

"You must be wondering what's going on here."
Jake turned his eyes in her direction and nodded. His body stiffening up sensing that her next words would decide about his direct future: heaven or hell.

"So, listen very carefully now. Here's the deal.
You have been sentenced for two weeks at the Correctional Center. However, after last night's and this morning's events the warden of the center, your judge, and I, have agreed that the Center is not the right place for you to learn the lesson the court wants you to learn. Therefore, we have decided that you'll stay the whole two week's with me, at my house."
Jenny saw Jake's relief to this, he straitened a bit and seemed to literary grow at the table at the prospect of some way out of his predicament.

"Don't get your hopes up to soon, young man. This will be no vacation.
Some rules about this house. First, You have seen your room, the bathroom, and the kitchen. You see my kitchen and the living room are combined. These are the only rooms you're allowed to be in. No opening of other doors. You understand? "
Jake nodded.

"Second, when you want to move from one place to another, you'll have to ask my permission. When you need something, same rule. Never take, first ask."
Jake nodded again.

"The important thing here is that I must always know where you are and what you are doing. I've read your file and these rules will help to keep future little misunderstandings out the door. You think you can abide by them?"
Jake bit his lower lip at her casual mention of his transgressions.

"Yes miss Miller, and thank you."
Jenny noted the first decent answer from him since their meeting this morning and the slight, but obvious admission of some guilt.

"Now, you don't get to be here all the time and just play with the stuff that we have here. When I go to work I'll bring you to the daycare of the Center."
Jenny saw his stricken reaction at her mentioning this word.

"Don't worry, its in a park next to the building. No one in the Center will see you there. It's a place where my colleagues bring their children who aren't going to school yet when they are working. The children at this place are all years younger than you, so no threat. In fact you may like helping a bit in caring for them. Same rules as in my house applies there. They will keep you out of trouble. They'll have a spot for you where you can concentrate on your schoolwork and they have agreed to helping you somewhat. Your school has arranged a full set of material and schedule for the coming weeks. I must say, your academic performance has been appalling these last years so you have your work cut out for you. I expect you will put every effort in beginning to close the gap. That means more to us than thank yous. Do you agree?"
Jake mulled it over, but again, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. He nodded.
Jenny raised an eyebrow in response. Taking the clue Jake responded.

"Yes, miss Miller".

"Thank you, I'm afraid that was the easy part, Jake. It resembles a more or less normal life. But we must keep in mind that you are in fact still in detention at the center.
We must abide with the rules of your punishment as much as possible. That means you won't be getting out of the evening spankings. They are mandatory."
Jake shot up in his chair, and the fear, that had receded the last hour, snapped back in his eyes.
Jenny took her time, knowing that bad news had to be digested a bit before he could listen to further explanation.

"There's no alternative, Jake, the judge was adamant about this. However, you will not have to go to the center for that. The court has allowed me to spank you here, in this house. You will not be on display for the bigs boys and no one will hear you crying about it, so you're free to bawl your hart out if you feel like. I don't mind. I know this is difficult, but you'll survive."
Tears welded up in his eyes.
Oh god, that only makes them all the more beautiful, Jenny thought but kept her face straight.

"Don't you agree you deserve punishment for all the things you did? We can't let this slip"
At last he whispered "I think so miss Miller."

"Good, I'm glad that you accept this and we have this point cleared. There may be some hope for you, I think."
Jenny observed his reaction to this small form of praise, growing a bit again.
What a few words can do She thought. Ï wonder how many times anyone has said something friendly to him these last years. Can't be much

"Now, one last point for you to take in," she resumed "and I want you to know that this is not meant as punishment or demeaning you.
You'll be sleeping here in the room that you saw earlier. According with the rules in the center, your door needs to be locked from the time I put you in bed until i wake you up. That means you'll not be able to use the bathroom down the hall. Now, you had a wet bed last night in the center and I've called your last home. They confirmed that you have had regular problems with this. In fact they can't recall a dry night since you were living there. Am I right?"

Jake sagged back in the chair at this ruthless blunt description of what he always had been most embarrassed off and hung his head. Not daring to look at Jenny this time.

"There's no shame needed here, Jake, but you need your sleep, and i mean a sound healing sleep. Not impeded by waking up due to cold, wet sheets and a smelly room.
And, most important, your room and that bed are very, very special to me. In fact, you are the first to sleep in it in years. I don't want anything happening to it.
That's why I want you to wear a diaper to bed."
Jake's head shot up.

"A diaper?" he spoke more forceful. "But..., but.... I'm no baby!"

"Of course you aren't Jake, and I don't see you this way, trust me. Again, this is not meant as punishment or trying to put you down. It is a small problem and this is the simplest practical and pragmatic solution to deal with it. Practical and pragmatic, a peepee, so to speak "
Her small joke had no effect.
"After your evening bath - and you will have that every evening young man - I'll put a diaper on you before putting your pajama's on and sliding you under the covers."
Realizing the implications of these last words he protested for the first time, not believing that he wasn't even allowed to do it himself. This lady would actually be diapering him, every evening!

"You can't! ...........I won't!"
Not taken aback with his protest, Jenny noted it as as sign of retaining some spirit and self esteem that he had not shown before. Curious about how his reasoning abilities were developed, she responded calmly.

"You'll have to"

"I'll run away then!"

"Hmmm, You could do that, what do you think will happen next?

"??? … You'll let the police search for me....... until they'll find me?".

"And...?"

"???...They will bring me back, but then I can resist you!"

"You could do that to, what do you think will happen then?"

"??? ...Maybe, you'll smack me! and force me to wear ...... whatever you want!"

"No I won't ...." Jenny shrugged deliberately "I don't need to."
She could almost see his braincells running around inside with this unexpected answer. It pleased her very much when he came to the inevitable by himself.

"???...If I don't wear them, you'll say I can't sleep in that bed in the room..."
Jenny encouraged him with her eyes, saying nothing.

"???...If I can't sleep in the room, I can't stay at your house............... And if I can't stay at your house, they will bring me ....."
Not finishing the disappearing defiance in his stance marked the resignation.
He was cornered, and knew it.

Jenny allowed herself to beam slightly to him.

"Smart thinking! So, do we have a deal on all points? I need your hand on this."

"But Mrs.... Mrs...." he tried a slight whining pleading tone. She just kept looking at him with her hand out.
It took a while before he could take and shake it.

"That's settled then. Glad we could have this discussion Jake. Now, we'll clean up the table together and visit the daycare.
There's still time for you to get acquainted there. You can make a flying start tomorrow!"

 

[mushy bottom]

Good start.  I've seen pickpockets his age in quite a few countries.

 

 

[Julianmay]

On 11/6/2025 at 1:21 PM, parkintochter said:

Reads pretty good. Also the cliff hanger is interesting. She seems to know him, but since she doesn't know his name she probably doesn't. The boy probably did something that hurt Jenny. 

Thx, you'll have to read on for a little while for that to become clear.
Couple of chapters will come next week. 

[Parkin]

Nice to hear. It is a pretty good read. With my first comment I misinterpret things a bit. I thought she might have some relations to him, like for example he broke her favorit teepot. But it was just seeing such a young child being in such a horrible situation. 

[Tasa]

6 hours ago, parkintochter said:

Nice to hear. It is a pretty good read. With my first comment I misinterpret things a bit. I thought she might have some relations to him, like for example he broke her favorit teepot. But it was just seeing such a young child being in such a horrible situation. 

Since the last chapter I assume she see's here late son in him.

Fun story but messed up world, its a good thing that she got him freed from that messed up facility.

[WBDaddy]

I've seen a few "corporal punishment instead of prison" stories pop up here and there over the years.  This is already a different take on it, and I'm here for it. 

[Julianmay]

4

Beside her work at the center Jenny took pride in her kitchen. She liked to cook, especially for more people than herself. Many times the house and garden had been filled with family and friends, sitting at her tables, enjoying the comfort foods she put before them, drinking and talking the night away. Somehow these day's had slipped away the last years. Except a few good friends, her home had gradually turned into her sanctuary, only housing the fond but almost untouchable memories beside herself.
Now, a bit of life had returned, albeit a quiet form of life, guardedly trying not to offend her, giving any reason to send him back to the place he dreaded most. It was lying on the carpet of the living beside her sofa scanning a comic he seemed to enjoy very much after she had given it.
Soon the kitchen was filled with the irresistible smells of baked potatoes and chicken. Nothing beats fried chicken!

The visit to the daycare had went as well as she could expect. Jake was blushing when she introduced him to the staff of the daycare, very well aware of the fact that they knew precisely who he was and why he was coming. He had thawed a bit when given the grand tour and his own space at a desk, even tried to draw some pictures there; ample time to realize that the staff was very different to the wards and officers at the center. He could even smile at some of the toddler's that came to check who was invading their space. Observing, Jenny had gotten a bit more sure of herself. This could work out well!
With some final agreements made, and thanking Marianne, the team-leader, again for her help with this very unusual arrangement, Jenny had taken Jake out by hand promising to deliver him first thing in the morning.

"Dinner's ready Jake! Put the comic back in the cupboard where it came from and wash your hands" She seated him in the same pillowed chair and ladled his plate scanning his face when to stop. She had deliberately choose peas to avoid any lecture's about eating your vegetables. wouldn't be falling in the trap of raising this kid, he was a special, but two-weeks quest.
Jake seemed to like the food and she tried a bit of small talk with not much success. He wasn't very much inclined to offer anything about his past or his former home.
In that aspect, they were equals since she wouldn't touch anything about hers
And talking about anything related to her work was, for obvious reasons, not very advisable. That left the subject of the visit to the daycare.
After a while Jake's initial enthusiastic attack on the chicken was fading and he dangled more and more with the small bit's that were left. Not even the prospect of her star winning desert-pudding helped him fully clearing his plate.

Eventually, not daring to look at her. He asked, "Mrs Miller, when will we ... will you..."
It wasn't very hard to fill in the gaps. Her mistake, she should have been more clear to him about the time-line she had in mind. But she hated seeing a delicious pudding going to waste.

"Not looking forward to what we have to do this evening, are you?"
An imperceptibly small shake from his head.

"Trying to postpone it for as long as possible?"
Nod.
She put a bit of comfort in her voice .

"We have to do this Jake. Maybe it's best if we confront it right now and get it over with. Then after, when you have regained yourself a bit we can finish with dessert."
She detected no opposition, only fear arriving again in the corners of his eyes again.
"Come on" she said, again taking charge.

Jenny led him to the living, closing the curtain's of the windows and, seating herself in the middle of the sofa, she positioned the now whimpering Jake right before her between her legs, holding both his hands and looking straight in his eyes.
She had thought her next somewhat archaic words out beforehand to shape a small ritual setting with wording's that put some distance between them.

"Mr. Jake Hanson, I want you to know I bear you no ill will and i don't want to hurt you, but in a moment you will receive the spanking Judge Farlington has ordered me to give you as punishment for your crimes of theft. This will be the second of 14. Do you understand and accept this?."
Jake gave no reaction other than a shiver and trembling lips.
"It's very important that you accept, Jake. You can just nod if you want."

Jenny saw a small nod as her sign, released his hands to unbutton his shorts and pulled it together with his boxer down to his feet. She guided him to her right and lead him to fall face forward across her lap positioning his feet on the sofa to her right and his face and hands on one of the cushion's on her left. Her left hand rested on his back, holding him in place. Her right hand on his bottom. She took a closer look at the welts and bruises of yesterday. We'll do something about them later she thought but for now it will add to his discomfort I'm afraid.

"We'll do this in an other way than yesterday, Jake." she explained
"I'll will use my hand only, no ruler or paddle. Your hands and arms are free but you must not try to protect yourself with them. Your legs can also rest on the sofa. You may move them but must not get in my way. It will take longer if you do. You may use the pillow to hold your face in or cry in if you want."
In her experience this was the preferable position instead of stretching a child's behind over a knee of chair. The body was more supported and held the muscles soft, more relaxed, which would lead to far better results with the way she spanked. It had taken a lot of reasoning with the court's officials however before they had accepted her view that her hand was severe enough for a child up to twelve to deliver the intended results.
Without further warning, her first spank resulted in a sharp cracking sound filling the room.

Jenny was methodical and divided Jake's bottom in 6 zones. Landing her first hand on the left bottom the next landed on the right, then left middle, right middle, left top right top and round again. But always on the now bubbling cheeks already gaining color. Never on thighs, back or legs.
In her view, God had created a child's bottom, but only that part, just for this purpose.
She used a slow but steady rhythm. Letting each one sink in before delivering the next. Her spanks were hard, not extreme but consistent, with a loosely cupped hand, aiming for a longer, rather than fast result. This would, after the subsiding of the direct sharp pain every single slap caused, retain an uncomfortable burning feeling that would last for hours due to the deep reddened cheeks where the bloodstreams would be fully activated. Like sitting on a hot stove for a long time. Contrary to the sharp sting rulers or spoons caused only when sitting down. Her method would make for an hours long lasting impression.

Jake had relaxed somewhat at her words but the first two slaps caused him to tense his whole body up, and take a sharp breath. More from shock than actual pain. But after that he returned to his silence only to respond to every smack with a slight movement of his body and an short intake of breath. He buried his head in the pillow with his arms not to make any sound.
At first it seemed mrs. Miller didn't spank as hard as the officer yesterday but after a short while he could feel the growing discomfort on his behind. It really, really started burning and with every crack Mrs. Miller seemed to turn up the heat.
Eventually tears began to flow from his eyes, soaking the pillow and his breathing quickened with every round, trying to keep up with the soft sobs that escaped from his mouth with every slap. His bodily reaction grew involuntarily with every spank. Feet trampling on the sofa. It just added up and up, until becoming unbearable.

Not wanting to hurt him anymore than necessary Jenny had kept a sharp watch on Jake's reactions and started to get worried at his sturdy silence. She was on her tenth round! But before long she noticed the more uncontrolled movements his feet started to make., involuntary trying to get out, his breathing becoming ragged and more and more out of sinc with the rhythm of her hand. Simply letting out rapid sobs as quickly as he could get air in.
Nearly there, she thought with a bit of relief.
After a couple more she felt his body turning limp, submissing, and showing all the signs of free uncontrolled but silent crying, not reacting to a new slap or the final hit on the center of his buttock's.
This was what she had waited for and instantly let her right hand rest on Jake's bottom which now was pulsing glowing red hot and heating up Jenny's hand.
After a while she saw that Jake had noted she had stopped and reassured him that it was over now. Her hands kept him where he was to simply let him sob it out in his pillow..

It took a while but at last Jake started to wiggle under her hands and lifted his head.

"Do you think you can get up now? Don't need to if you don't want to?" but he moved and with her help came back to his standing position before her with a tear stricken sweaty face and a bit of snot escaping from his nose. Instead of enveloping him in a warm embrace - And oh, how she wanted to! - she kept his hands in hers and let him regain some more of his composure until his breathing had returned to normal.
She let go of his hands and pulled his underwear up. He immediately put his own hands on his back and started to rub. When she picked up his shorts he shook his head.

"No...? Letting more cool air on your back eh? Wise choice i think."
To her surprise a look of relief broke trough on his face at her small joke. Realizing it was over, at least for today.

"OW, it's HOT, Mrs Miller!"
Jenny had to keep real hard from laughing at this admission.

"I know it burns,Jake, and it will keep burning for quite some time I'm afraid. I know what effect my spankings have on boy's bottoms. I think you have learned this part of the lesson the judge set out for you, very well. Now, do you think you can stand at the kitchen table and tell me if my pudding is any good?"

Jake destroyed a big chunk of her pudding at the table. It was clear that he enjoyed it and that his spirits had lifted considerably. He kept rubbing his behind between each mouthful but Jenny could not detect any resentment in his attitude towards her. The resilience of young boy's was simply amazing!

"This was goooood Mrs Miller!"

"Glad to hear young man. And thank you"
A bit surprised by this unprovoked compliment Jenny followed up. 
"Now, you've had a very eventfull last 24 hours. And you'll need your wits about you tomorrow at daycare. So I think it's best to put you in a bath, and in a bed. I'll take care of the dishes later but tomorrow I expect you to help me."
She marched him up the stairs to the bathroom and let the water in the tub. Not to hot but nicely warm. From a bottle she let a couple of drops fall in the water causing a nice amount of white fragrant bubbles.

"I want you to take your clothes off. Put them in the hamper you saw earlier will you. Use the toilet if you need to and hop in the bath. I'll let you soak for while. There's a sponge over there with you can wash yourself today a bit. No need to wash your hair this time, I think. If you need me, just yell. I'll be in your room setting things up."
Surprised that she let him by himself this time Jake quickly discarded his clothing and let himself sink carefully in the water.

"Ouch!" The warm water enhanced the burning on his bottom at first but turned quickly in a more soothing feeling. He let himself float in the water and blowed some foam in the air trying to keep it airborne as long as possible.
This was far better than over Mrs. Miller's lap! After a while he remembered her order to use the sponge, grabbed it and washed himself a bit, but it didn't take a long time to discover that filling the sponge full and squeezing it out above his head was far more fun!
He lost track off time.

"Enjoying our self are we?"
Startled out of his play he saw Mrs. Miller with a light smile on her face standing beside the tub with a big fluffy towel open in both hand, inviting him in. He let her lift him out of the tub and gently dry him off, finally wrapping it around him like a skirt.
She supervised him brushing his teeth and walked him to his room.

The curtains had been drawn shut, and the blankets of his bed were folded back, inviting anyone sleepy. The light was slightly dimmed but enough for them to see and the desk-lamp had been turned on. On his desk was a neat stack with his clothes for tomorrow and a set of pajama's.
He was stopped in front of the dresser and the towel taken off. The hard top had been covered with a thin soft mattress.

"I'm going to lift you up so you can climb on this dresser. Please lie on your tummy on the mattress for me," He heard her say. “Then we'll do something about those welts and bruises. AND it will take some of the burning away."
He gladly complied laying down with his head to Jenny's left. Anything to cool down!

Jenny took some oil from the bottle she had put earlier on the dresser and began to briskly but gently massage this into Jake's bottom. She made sure that she covered a wide area. Also between his cheeks and the reachable parts between his legs. Jake was surprised at her intimate handling but the subsiding sting from the welts and bruises and the somewhat cooling fire on his bottom compensated for that. Jenny could feel him relaxing on the mattress under her touch.

"i think they will feel much better tomorrow. Turn over for me, and we'll do the same with the front, Your skin is a bit red from sitting in wet pants half of the day." She explained.
He complied and involuntary pulled his knees slightly up to cover himself but Jenny gently took hold of his knees and pushed them to both sides.

"It all right Jake, Can you try to put the soles of your feet together for me? That's great!"
Laying with legs thus bent and wide open was embarrassing at first, with Mrs. Miller applying the same lotion on the insides of his legs, his genitals and a good area around it, rubbing it in every fold of his skin. But it felt wonderful and his apprehension dissipated to the soothing feeling.
Finished, Jenny put the lid on the bottle and smiling lightly at Jake, put her left hand on his chest to hold him in place while with her right opening a drawer. She put a can of powder and a jar of soft cream on the top by his feet. Took another dive in the drawer and brought out two fluffy terry toweling diapers and laid them on Jake's tummy.
Suddenly he remembered the last point of their deal this afternoon and tried to get up with wide eyes. Jenny held him back with her hand.

"Oh no, Jake. Just lay back and relax. We'll be done in a minute. No big deal." She saw tears springing in his eyes. But he kept laying down.
"That's good, now we'll just try a simple fold this time" she told him. "That should do the trick"
She deftly folded one diaper in a kite-fold on his belly and the other in a rectangle on top. Folding both again in a packet she could handle with one hand.

"I'm going to pick up your legs now. Remember our deal, Jake. Don't fight me on this one."
He wanted to but couldn't fight her! He could not let her send him back!. All he could do was turn his head to the wall so he wouldn't have to look at her while she was doing this!Jenny saw Jake turning his head to the wall and up, shutting it out.
Well, that's the best one could hope for this first time I think." , some compassion flowing through her. With all that he has been going through these last day's!

She reassured him that everything was all-right, took Jake's feet in her left hand and lifted his legs up, folding them almost to his face with his bend knees on both sides beside his belly, lifting his back up from the mattress, and with her other hand laid the terry's under him, returning them to their intended shape. She eased up on his legs to lower the top of his backside on the diapers, while retaining a good view of and access to his wide open bottom.
With her left hand holding him in position with a firm grip around his feet she clicked the can of powder open and coated his whole area with a thin dusting, rubbing it in all his folds and places she could get to until his whole backside was covered in a thin white film. She opened the jar with one hand and applied a dollop of cream between his cheek's, smearing from top to bottom. Jake involuntary clenched them at the sudden coldness..

Lowering his legs back to the table and his bottom on the diapers she deftly applied the powder also to his front.
Satisfied with her work she brought the cloth up between his legs and his sides and pinned the whole package together over his hips with the two safety pins she produced out another drawer.
Reaching back in she took out a transparent white plastic pant with soft edges, proceeded to guide his feet trough the leg openings and brought it up and over the bulk at his front and back. Taking care that all the cloth was inside, resulting in a snug fit.

Jack had passively let her go her way with eyes shut, Mrs. Miller had been swift and matter of fact but he was still feeling totally humiliated when she had pulled his legs up in the air and started powdering his behind.
He sensed her guiding his legs to the sides and help him sit on the dresser, with his legs dangling over the rim, the thickness of the cloth between his legs prying them apart. It was really strange, but not uncomfortable. Admittedly, the extra soft padding on his behind was very welcome. He opened his eyes to see Mrs. Miller looking at him, assessing his reaction. .

"Now, that wasn't sooo terrible was it? "
Jake shrugged. Not knowing how to feel exactly

"Look, I know getting a diaper put on you like this must feel a bit strange and awkward the first time. If it consoles you, you're not the first boy I've dressed this way on this dresser, almost just as old as you."
Now why had she let that slip?
"You'll get used to it, and you handled it well. I'm proud of you."

A bit better at her recognition of his feelings and the small praise Jake let Mrs. Miller help him off the dresser and in his pajama bottom and top. He walked the few steps to his bed, noticing the cloth on his butt swinging from side to side, and climbed in. Jenny brought the blanket's op to his chin and looked down at him.

"Try to get a good night of sleep. I'll lock the door but I will hear if anything is amiss and come for you, You'll be quite safe here."
Involuntary her hand reached out to ruffle his hair.  As if caught she quickly retreated and walked to the door.

"I'm glad that you decided to stay Jake," was the last he heard before she put the light's out and closed the door behind her, leaving him in the gentle darkness.

 

[Pierry Louys]

Curious to know who Jake resembles ! My bet is mrs miller son 

[Julianmay]

10 hours ago, Pierry Louys said:

Curious to know who Jake resembles ! My bet is mrs miller son 

Well, i wrote in the beginning it would turn out into basicallly a feel-good-happy-ever-after-story. Hope to save the last plot twist (the title!) until the very last chapter.
Lots more chapters to come before we get to that. Glad you all like the story so far.
Next chapter coming soon.

[Parkin]

I like this story, but overall I'm not a fan of coporal punishment. It is violent behavior which causes way more problems than it solves

[Julianmay]

4 hours ago, parkintochter said:

I like this story, but overall I'm not a fan of coporal punishment. It is violent behavior which causes way more problems than it solves

I agree with you of course! In real life these parts of the story should never ever happen.

anyway here's the next chapter.

5

When the first ray's crept through a slit in the curtain's, Jake opened his eyes to the twilight zone of morning, disoriented at first and then quickly remembering: Mrs Miller's house! Not the center! His backside immediately demanded his attention. Still warm but much more comfortable than yesterday! Now he thought about it, his whole bed was nicely warm. His hands scanned the sheets under the bedding. Dry!
It was when he turned on his side to doze some more that he felt the lump between his legs and remembered with a small shock the reason why, snapping fully awake.

Yesterday, after Mrs. Miller had left him in the dark, he had explored with both hands the bulkiness on his front and bottom and the smooth plastic that surrounded it. In his mind, it was enormous! His hands had wandered around the pins, how they stuck into the soft cloth, the angle and placement just inside on his hips. It had taken him a while to find the most comfortable position in bed, on his back with legs slightly apart, the cloth pressure between his legs, cushioning his glowing bottom and drifted off into sleep.
In the children's home were he lived his problem was handled without much support. As the oldest he was required to change and wash his sheets and pajama's by himself. He did his best but the room he slept in smelled like a pigsty, resulting in frequent caustic comments from the adults and a more than occasional shove in the wall or swats on whatever part of his body was in reach as soon as he was woken up by the staff.
Now he felt the familiar clammy wetness and the terrycloth sticking to his skin. One hand sliding in his pajama and under the plastic pant confirmed that he had thoroughly wet himself again. But this time nothing was leaking into the bedding or his pajama!.
Just wondering what he was supposed to do next, the door opened.

"Oh, you're awake. Good morning Jake".
Mrs. Miller strode into the room with the bowl with warm water and washing cloth which she set on his desk.
"Had a good night? Sleep well?" She slid her hands under the blanket's. "They did the trick, eh? Now how did that feel when you awoke Jake?”

"Oh, … alright I guess" Jake mumbled. He had to admit it felt better than all other mornings, pretty good actually, but wasn't inclined to give her that victory yet.

"Told you so didn't I?, that you would sleep better with them. Now. Lets get out of bed, get'em off and dress for today. Breakfast is waiting in the kitchen."
Standing beside his bed the much heavier diaper sagged between his legs. It was a strange feeling. He followed her lead and let Jenny take his pajama top off, put her hands in the front of his plastic pants, taking the pins away and slide his pajama-bottom, together with the plastic pants and diaper inside, down to a heap on the floor in one smooth motion.
With the washcloth she cleaned his diaper area thoroughly, washing the residue of urine and powder of him; meticulously going from front to between his legs and back , commenting that the welts on his back were nicely healing.
The bacony smell from the kitchen that had followed Mrs. Miller into the room helped distract, but not fully!, from realizing that he was washed and dressed like a little kid again. No one had done that the last couple of years, but in a way it felt good.
He found himself soon sitting at the table, enjoying his egg's.

 

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"Why did you want me Jen? Why not ask Helen, our shrink, to supervise you in this case?"
Henry Harrison and Jenny Miller had taken a walk outside the center. Jenny had proposed it as a more comfortable manner for the daily supervising sessions she had agreed on.

"Because you didn't want me to do it."

 

It had been quite the scene yesterday, drawing attention from others around:
Henry Harrison and Jenny Miller locked in a shouting match that carried trough the closed door of his office. Some staff even tried peeking trough the blinds to see what on earth was going on!
She had been surprised that the most vehement opposition to her solution of Jake's predicament had been voiced by him. Though everyone involved agreed that it was the obvious pragmatic solution, Henry kept throwing obstacles at her and argued that this better could be done by other staff members. That she would be far more inclined to be drawn into the trap of sympathizing with Jake for obvious reasons, that it would cause her pain, that she would not be able to carry this trough etc etc. With each exchange of arguments the discussion had heated up until Henry had loudly declared:

"I'll NOT go along with this until you give me the ONE reason you really think this is best Jen, … and it better be good!"

"BECAUSE I WANT TO!"

She had never shouted at Henry before and both had stared at each other in the resulting silence, shocked and surprised. You could cut a knife through the atmosphere in the room. As the silliness of their behavior came trough, Henry took a step back and smiled sheepish.

"Well,............ can't beat that argument can I? … Ok, if this is really, really what you want. ...we'll give it a try. But I still don't like it.!"

Reaching the garden, Jenny resumed: "You are right that this case is difficult, especially for me. I need someone to keep me in line. Not one who would be inclined to go along with me to easily."

"But, technically speaking, you're one of my subordinates now, since you carry out judges orders. Wouldn't it be better to have Helen, she's also out of the chain of command, you can tell her everything."

"Oh, Helen is a dear, and very professional, but she doesn't know me as well as you do, Henry. And she's specialized in criminal behavior. I'll be talking with Helen of course if anything on her field of expertise arises with Jake but right now I think you're the one to keep sparring with. Besides, I like you!"

"Trying your charms on me eh? Won't work....
All right Mrs. Miller, please do tell,” Henry drawled, “what have you two been up to since yesterday morning."

While they strolled the flowerbeds outside the center, Jenny recounted the event's from picking Jake from his cell yesterday till this morning, when she had dropped him in his seat at the daycare telling him he'd better be working his ass off on his studies with Marianne, and she would hear if he stepped so much as an inch out of line today. Henry interrupted her only a couple of times on specifics but stopped her short at her reporting of the first spanking session.

“So, you didn't get to 90?"

"No, but almost"

"The judge specifically told you: ......... no less than 90, Jen!”

She shrugged. "It wasn't necessary."

"Damn you women! You got the permission to take him home, you got the permission to omit the cuffs, you got the permission to take him to daycare, you got the permission to do the spankings yourself, and you got the judge to omit the implements, but only, and only!, If you would stick to the numbers!"

"Yes, I know... But we've had this discussion before Henry, about when our lessons keep giving results and when they become useless abuse. It was my call and I judged that going through to 90 would be counterproductive assessing his reaction."

"Don't you see? ............He's getting in your head already, with his beautiful face and meekly stance. You're falling..."

"Maybe, but I'm convinced I'm not......... Could you not mention his face please."

"Hmm, sorry, but Farlington is not going to like this!"

"Don't tell him then....." she shrugged while Henry seemed shocked at these words.
Oh come on! You know that I've no reservations when it comes to spankings Henry! You know that I stand behind the results they've proven to deliver. And I'm sure Jake's is feeling it still. The lesson struck home, Henry and I'll be keeping bringing it home. This was a strictly professional call, nothing to do with weakness out off displaced feelings. I will keep my distance."
They had almost reached the stairway's again while Henry processed her last vehement reply and sighed.

"OK, for now we'll keep this detail between us but you're on dangerous ground here Jen!. Don't rip of the judges entire arm when he gives you a hand, lest he rips him away from you." He started sprinting on the stairs taking three in one stride. "Don't have to much fun with our little culprit this afternoon will you!" He called from the top of the stairs. "See you tomorrow!"

 

Walking to her car, Jenny mulled over their conversation.
Henry hadn't asked specifics about her handling of Jake's bedwetting issue. And she had decided not to offer one. Men!
Typical for them to not pay attention to things like personal care. While it had been just that what had been the most difficult for her yesterday.
Despite the matter-of-fact-way she had handled washing, clothing and diapering Jake, these moments had been a more intimate interaction by nature, stirring more memories than all the rest of the day. These had found her, sitting for long hours on the swing on her porch after putting Jake in his bed. Trying to deal with them, before grabbing a few meager leftover hours of sleep herself.

Still, Henry hit a point, the kid was getting at her. Not on purpose, but simply because of who and where he was. Maybe she was subconsciously seeking more leeway with him although, recalling the events, she saw none yet. After all, the pupils at the center also had more or less normal daily schedule's and interactions around class and recreational time outside their punishment appointments. In her opinion, it wouldn't hurt to keep these interactions friendly and positive. They were all human first, convicted second and in Jake's case, young. Maybe he could benefit from a bit more leeway and friendliness. Thinking back, he had reacted in a positive way at her taking charge and taking care, even of his very personal hygiene, closing the gap between them more than she normally would with pupils. As if he was glad not having to make any decisions.
"Oh well, I have been around him for just 24 hours, maybe I haven't seen the real Jake yet. Time to pick him up"

Jenny started the engine.

 

[WBDaddy]

Couple of suggestions, strictly writer to writer:

- Careful about your passive tense.  There's no reason to say "had reacted" when "reacted" works just as well. "Had taken a walk" is inferior to "took a walk" or even just "walked".  Passive tense should be reserved for things that happen without any action required by any of the characters.  "It had rained all night", for example, when referencing someone looking out the window in the morning and seeing water dripping off the roof.  

- You're definitely having a little challenge with homonym interpolation here.  "To" instead of "Too" is happening a lot.  "Of" instead of "Off".  Also with inappropriate apostrophes.  Possessives get apostrophes - like "judge's orders".  Plurals don't, like "blankets".  

The second part, while fairly frequent, isn't distracting enough to cause issues, but the first one definitely is.  Remember, people act.  They don't have actions foisted upon them by nonexistent entities.  

All that said, you're doing very well for someone who is not a native English speaker.  (Heck, I've seen far worse from people who are native English speakers.  )

One more thing, story-related.  I think it was a smart move for her to show restraint, not doling out the full judge-ordered swat count.  Having done my share of spanking as part of partner interactions, it is absolutely pointless to keep going once your subject has gone fully limp in your lap.  In fact, it can do serious nerve damage if you continue past this point.  An experienced spanker knows this, and it's not something that even an experienced spankee can fake.  The big heaving sobs and utter lack of resistance is evidence of crossing the threshold beyond fight or flight and into full submission.  No amount of pain beyond this point will accomplish a thing for the subject's mindset.  

[Julianmay]

Thx for the suggestion's. I see what you mean. Will try to/too look out for them in the next part's, sorry parts, of the story 😉

[Julianmay]

6

They had an early dinner after Jenny picked up Jake from the daycare, hearing that he behaved himself exemplary.

"He worked hard today, Jen. We let him join the little ones during snack and lunchtimes. He was very friendly with'em............... didn't smile or laugh much though." Marianne whispered the last part so Jake heard only the praise and followed Jenny with a light stride when she took him by hand again to the car, although he looked a bit offended when she patted his shorts down first, scanning for items that belonged to the daycare.

Learning from yesterday, Jenny discussed the time-line with Jake before dinner, agreeing to again postpone dessert, fruit salad with sweet whipped cream. They talked a bit about what he had done today and he cleared his plate. All in all, he seemed better prepared for his upcoming spanking, knowing what to expect.
It didn't take long before she lead him to the sofa again, delivered her ritual wording "this will be the third of 14", lowered his pants, positioned him on her lap and blistered his behind in the same manner as yesterday. Not holding back.
It took almost the same amount of spanks, cracking sounds, and silent sobbing in the pillow, kicking the sofa with his legs before he turned limp under her hands again; crying freely but softly.
Now she sat with her hand on his round cheeks, throbbing deep red. Reassuring him that it was all over again. This time she didn't let him up until his breathing had fully returned to normal. Softly rubbing his bottom until he took over himself.

"feel better now?"

"It hurts, mrs. Miller, harder than yesterday!" Jake sniffed.

"I know, ....we can't do much about it now. You know it is meant to hurt some time but I want you to know that I think you're doing well. Shall we skip the shorts again and get to the whipped cream? It's my favorite dessert."
The fruit and sweet cream disappeared quickly and they cleared the dishes together this time, normalizing the situation once more.
Jake returned to his more happier self while doing this; ending them both in the living.

"We have time before bath and bed Jake. Do you like building things?" His face lit up.

"Yeah, Mrs. Miller! .........a lot!"

"I think I have just the thing for you then. See the big wooden box over there?. Have a look. See all these small thin flat wooden sticks? They are very smooth and with sharp edges, all precisely the same. And there's something very special to them. Each stick is exactly five times longer than its width. And each sticks width is exactly three times their height. You can stack them very well and build great buildings, towers and even bridges with them. Care to try?"
She showed him a few tricks and returned to the sofa, pretending to read but grabbing this change to quietly observe.
He quickly got the hang of it. Kneeling on the floor with his burning backside shining through his boxer turned towards her, he started with a few simple things, moving on to more intricate builds, discovering, forgetting the world around him.

Whoa!, he's really good at this! Look how he's concentrating! She made a mental note to copy some more challenging designs tomorrow; pushing the bittersweet feeling about her thoughts deliberately to the background.

Time flew. Far to soon according to him, she ordered Jake to clear all up and marched him to the bathroom. Following the same routine it took not much time before he was lying on her dresser again on his belly, seeing him now more visibly relaxing to her softy rubbing in of the lotion on his back and, rolling over, front. Almost sighing contently.
But as she took out the diaper stuff he tensed up under her left hand again.
She decided to try a different approach.

"Yeah.... I understand. Still a bit awkward, eh? .... " Jenny playfully rubbed his chest a little.
He blushed, embarrassment getting to the fore again.

"Tell you what, I'll explain a bit what and why, while we go along.... makes it easier for you maybe. .... You know that this kite fold we use is ages old? There's lots more ways to fold a diaper you know but we don't need them because this worked so well last night ..... This extra one......... it's called a booster to have more cloth on the places were it's needed most..... That's what makes it feel so thick between your legs."
She kept talking while he looked how she folded the diapers to their intended shape. His face still red but instead of yesterday, he didn't turn it away even when she raised his legs high in the air again.

"Picking your legs up and holding them this way hits you the most I see,.... feeling a bit little, ain't you?..... Well, it's perfectly ok but I assure you, I don't look at it in this manner...... it's just the most practical and relaxed way, also for you, to get your behind off the mattress and these diapers in the right place....I've been doing it this way such a long time.... feels natural to me.... What I'm sprinkling on now is called talcum powder. It's very smooth."
She sprinkled some on his hands so he could feel the softness and smell the nice fragrance.

"You probably could keep your legs up yourself of course but this is more comfortable for you and I like to keep a good hold on while I'm rubbing this stuff in..... This way, I can make sure it goes to all places intended, see better what I'm doing.....Did you know that I use this stuff also on my feet when I take long walks? It's very good in keeping your skin dry!.... Otherwise your skin turns red and painful. It looks much better than yesterday by the way...... And this cream..., yeah, feels cold I know,.... don't kick your legs please," Jenny tightened her grip when he involuntary did "is needed there because your skin here is extra vulnerable.... All done," and lowered his legs again. "Lets do the front now..... Feel for yourself, nice, smooth down here, not?"

He rubbed with one hand round his genitals while she pulled the cloth up between his legs. He had to admit it was feeling good, a bit fatty.
"Just got to pin these together so they don't slide off when you're standing... would look ridiculous, don't you think? ..... Notice how I keep one hand so that I don't pin your skin to these diapers? ....And sliding on the plastic pant "Do you think you could help me a bit by lifting yourself up? .... Yeah thank you,.... That slides much better over your bum..... See, ....all done, again! I'll help you sit up and get down."

When she helped him in his pajama's he had a thought.

"Mrs. Miller, do you have a mirror"

"Of course. Want to see how it looks? Well, take your time." 
Jenny opened the left closet door to a big mirror inside.
Looking in the mirror Jake saw a boy in a colorful set of tight soft pajamas. It wasn't as enormous as he felt and thought it would be, the bulk around his waist was unmistakably however. The tight stretchy fit of his pajamas accentuating it all. Especially when he turned a little to inspect the back. He took his pajama pants down to his knees to have a good look at his plastic pants. They really fit well. Snugly around his legs keeping the diaper from sagging and reaching up to above his hips. Turning sideways he could see it puffing out forward and backwards from his butt. It looked funny and he heard the soft rustle of the plastic as he moved.

Jenny let him take a good look, assessing his reaction. He responded wonderful to her chatting him through the whole diapering this time, gradually loosing embarrassment and shyness about it and she could see he was beginning to come to grips with his situation. She had to admit that she liked it too, chatting while rubbing the smooth skin, holding his legs up in the air having the most perfect view at his glowing red perfectly formed, round and soft cheeks and the naughty peek at his boyhood from the back. She chuckled inwardly, You never forget, like riding a bike. I've missed that!

"All right young man, Enough with the show. You are a good looking fellow ain't you? I know, these diapers look a bit funny. But think about it,..... only you and me see them and we can laugh a bit together about it. Now, hop into bed and I'll tuck you in."
She lead him to his bed and started arranging the blankets snugly around him.

"Mrs. Miller, can I ask you a question"

She nodded.

"Who was the boy in this room before me? .... Did he sleep in this bed?"

Jenny's hands fell still, caught by surprise. Her sight blurred and her eyes showed her another one in the bed superseding Jake, smiling up to her so lovingly that she almost exploded inside. She swallowed. Careful now Jenny! She thought to herself. But... he deserved this one answered.

"His name was Jason, Jake."

"Is he the one.... Did he also get a diaper .... just like me.... from you?"

"Yeah, … just like you."

"He wet his bed, just like me?"

"He had them night and day.... He needed them."

"Why?"
She sighed at his honest question's.

"That's a long story Jake, and not one I'm about telling.... not here ... Do you think you can go to sleep now?"
A bit disappointed, he nodded. Jenny wished him a good night and started to the door but was startled by one last question from the dark.

"Mrs Miller, ..... did you love him?"
It was all she could do to keep her voice from breaking and answer as neutral as possible:

"..... Still do, Jake."

Closing the door and leaning against the wall it took a few seconds before she could take the stairs.
Biting back tears.

 

[Julianmay]

7

 

"Look, mom, Look!"
"I'm busy Liam"
"But look mom, look!, he's really getting it!
She turned her head and looked
"look, mom!....................LOOKOUT!

Jenny rudely tore out of sleep, sweating heavily, looking disoriented around her dark bedroom. Panting, she looked at the clock next on her bed-stand. To early to get up. Sighing she let her head fall back on her cushion, sleep didn't come easy the rest of the night.

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Jake woke early. The house was still silent and he couldn't detect any smells from the kitchen yet.
He tried dozing some more in the nice feeling warm bed but got quickly bored. Stepping out of bed he doubted what to do. Should he take his diaper off himself or did he had to wait for Mrs. Miller. She might not like that.
Deciding that he should wait a little longer he started exploring the room, hadn't had a change to do that!
He walked over to the dresser first. The sagging diaper between his legs caused him to waddle a little and the pants rustled with with a swooshing sound every move..
Opening the drawers one by one he discovered heaps of neatly folded diapers, Pins which he opened and closed, finding out how the locking thing worked. He opened the jar of cream which Mrs. Miller had smeared between his buttocks, could feel it still!, and smelled at it. Next he discovered lot's of plastic pants. Some plain white as he was wearing but also lots with prints, cars and animals, in cheerful colors.
The bottom drawers delivered two stacks of clothes. One with pajamas that, as he took one out was one piece, top and bottom with feet together with a zipper, again with colorful designs of rockets this time. The other was a stack of what seemed t-shirts, but they were longer and had buttons on the bottom rim which could be clicked together. In the middle.

Putting everything back he turned his attention to the chest. Lot's of soft plaything's and animals but it seemed it was all meant for a child younger than himself. Nothing like the building stuff he had his hands on yesterday.
The books! Jake liked to read and, picking one from the stack on the desk, flopped on his belly on the bed again to lose himself in the words, until he heard the door open and Mrs. Miller greeted, washed and clothed him, just like yesterday.

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"Jake, almost time for lunch, young man, let's see how you're doing."
Miss Marianne, as he was told he could call her, shoved a chair next to where he was sitting at a desk in one of the corners of the large central room of the daycare. Jake showed her the writing, math and history assignments he worked on this morning.
He had been able to concentrate on the work far better than normally at school, despite the constant noise and chatter in the room and the occasional toddler who came up at his desk to show a toy, only to be ushered quickly away by one of the staff telling him or her to leave him to his studies.

Miss Marianne inspected his work meticulously. "Well, that looks very good. You're even getting a bit ahead of schedule, I see. Proud?"
Jake admitted to himself he was feeling just that and nodded.

"Nobody's nagging me here miss Marianne, I think that's why."
The school he normally went to was nice enough, but a bit rowdy, and he was picked on more than others, standing out because of his reddish hair and living at a children's home. He also missed schooldays more than others. The home's staff sometimes called him in "sick" to let him recover from bruises on his arms, back or legs. Strange as it may seem, he never told anyone about it because after all, the home was his home, were could he go? In the years he got used to it and learned to keep his silence.

"OK, lets clear up and join the table for lunch."
Jake got the assignment of making sure the little boy beside him was properly using his fork and cup and cut his bread for him. He enjoying it. He missed playing with other kids his age but all in all, it felt good.

When he visited the bathroom he walked straight in to another staff-member changing one of the older toddlers.
Toileting, potty training and diaper changing were rather public and normal events happening in the daycare of course but the sight of her pulling the little kid's pants down and laying him on a changing table stopped him in his tracks. When she removed his diaper and plastic pant, and lifted the kids legs up in the air to put a new diaper under him, Jake's face turned beet-red. 
So that's how it looks!.....How I look! Transposing in his mind this scene to himself, lying on the dresser under Mrs. Miller's hands. She said I wasn't a baby, but sure looks that way! He thought, blood rushing to his head.
Just then the staff-member spotted him.

"Oh hi Jake, come on through.... ow you're blushing", she laughed. "No need, it doesn't bother this fellow here one bit. He's far to young to care about modesty." Totally misinterpreting his face.
"You're not intruding, here, come over and I'll show you what I'm doing. One day you'll have children maybe, you might learn something."

Not bothered by his presence she chatted away while folding two terry's in shape explaining just as Mrs. Miller had done to him yesterday. She had him even sprinkle some of the powder on the kids little behind while she rubbed it in and smeared the cream. Jake could literary feel Mrs. Miller fingers and cream on him again, noticing the way she held the little kids legs folded up with a firm grip around his ankles, until his whole backside was covered in a white transparent film. Still uneasy by the picture of seeing himself on the table he couldn't help getting fascinated by how she stuck the pins trough the diaper and how the result looked on the little guy.

What hit him the most, though, was the way the little boy and the staff-member seemed to enjoy it both so much. She spent a lot of time looking in his eyes, talking to him, rubbing his belly, touching his nose, tickling his feet, blowing kisses at his face. 
The kid could not take his eyes of her, giggling and laughing most of the time, and when she stood him up to pull his sweatpants up he wrapped his arms around the lady's neck. She returned the hug of course.
Finished, he returned to his desk with a slight pang in his stomach, inadvertently longing for such kind of attention.

When Jenny picked Jake up from daycare she was again greeted by Marianne who told her in a loud voice again that he behaved well and worked hard. He had and was very proud when Miss Marianne told Jenny about him being ahead of schedule, standing behind him with her hands on his shoulders.

"Do you know he's reading very well, Jen? I gave him a special assignment this afternoon: reading to a couple of the little ones. He has a very nice voice to listen to. They loved it...... Oh, I see you noticed. One of the kids peed on his lap when he was reading. Lucky we had a spare pant that just fit him."

Jenny didn't miss the wink Marianne gave her with Jake not knowing, recognizing the little white lie, keeping Jake's dignity.

"Thanks, I'll bring a bag with some spares tomorrow," she whispered when he was out of earshot.

 

 

8

"Miss... can you hear me? Miss...! Open your eyes please!"
Bedazzled she opened her eyes.
Swirling orange lights, lots of smoke and noise, so much noise.
She could hear people around, shouting.
Her head hurt so much! hands on her and the car. Trying to get doors open, ripping them.
My Car!! My Boys!!
"She's awake" the man in emergence clothing said,
"How..."Trying to turn her head to see.
"Don't move miss! We'll take you out as soon as possible!". coming more to her senses.
Feeling, rather than seeing.
They were taking her boys away!

With a shock, Jenny woke up. Drenched again in sweat. Not the first time this night. Hardly slept at all this time. Staring at the ceiling she could hear some birds, Announcing a new day even when the sun was not showing herself. Sighing, she slid from under her blanket and headed to the bathroom.

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"Please Mrs. Miller, can we please watch the movie?"

After their first shock of meeting Jake and Jenny developed a certain routine.
Each day, Jenny would wake up Jake, washing and dressing him.
Each day, Henry and Jenny walked around the garden were Henry hammered Jenny on keeping her distance while Jake tried to do his best at schoolwork in the daycare and was gradually getting more interaction with the toddlers. If his studies allowed it he got to helping them at the table, reading to and sometimes play with them if the staff needed a distraction. He could be funny with the little ones. A couple of times he helped with changing, picking up stray knowledge like what use onesies (the T-shirts with buttons like he had found in the drawer) had, what a kite or angel fold looked like and that plastic pants could also have snaps on the side. He learned what training pants were and that disposable diapers existed. He liked the smell of the baby-wipes although he respectfully thanked for the job when a messy bottom needed to be cleaned, considering it to gross to mess with.
Each day, after Jenny picked him up they would return home where she contended herself with cooking while Jake enjoyed reading a comic or helped a bit.
Each day in the evenings after dinner Jake played with the building blocks and other construction materials Jenny acquainted him, learning on the side that these were Liam's, Jason's twin brother and that Jason had a condition which kept him mentally no older than a toddler. He learned that Mrs. Miller's first name was Jenny although she kept insisting that he called her Mrs. Miller, not Mrs. Jenny. And that was as far as he got. Nothing further. No explanations why Liam or Jason weren't here anymore. Not even pictures.
Each day, Jenny got more acquainted with Jake's personality, (dis)likings and hobby's and succeeded in extracting only some small details of his life at his home. As the oldest of the children there he had been given far more responsibilities. And Jenny got the impression that the activities of the younger ones at the home reflected on Jake being rewarded or punished and, more serious, vice versa, to keep him in line. All in all it sounded strange although she could not get her finger behind the details and Jake stayed very reserved about his life.
And each day, when it was time Jenny would march Jake upstairs ending the day with their bath and bedtime ritual.

Each day, a normal life more or less, if not for Jake's daily sessions across Jenny's lap.

Jenny noted that as the days strung together Jake got more accepting to his daily punishment and, although it still hurt and she didn't hold back, handled it as a short painful break in the normal routine which he returned to as soon as possible. Each day, he kept lying on Jenny's lap longer though to recover while she softly rubbed his bottom.
During bath-time and diapering she noted that Jake did his best to entice her in an interaction more like he experienced in the daycare between staff and little kids during their diaper changes, craving for some close and loving attention.
Each day, Jenny had a hard time not to take him in her arms after the spanking and, while staying friendly, not giving in to the cuddling Jake was so obviously seeking while she put his diaper on, although she was very pleased that he seemed to fully accept her solution for his bed-wetting now. He was cooperative and she needed only a light hand to hold his legs in position. She stayed very alert not to call him 'hon' or sweety, words that otherwise would automatically flow across her lips.
Each day was a battle between her hart screaming to give in and her mind telling her coolly that Jake would be gone after two weeks. And who would she see lying in the bed upstairs, then? She could see that Jake sensed her holding back, not understanding why, thinking maybe he did something wrong, involuntary breaking her hart some more.
It was ripping her and would rip her apart if she was not careful.
Still, time and interaction did their job, slowly but surely deepening their relationship.

But each day Jenny's flashbacks and nightmares returned more frequent and with more force every night and each day Jake returned from the daycare with more wet pants.

 

Now it was Jake who tried to break with routine, standing with a glowing bottom in his underwear at the kitchen table again, devouring the Greek yogurt with nuts and honey before him, enthusiastically telling her that the lion king would be on tonight.
"It's friday and in the house we always got to stay up late, watching a movie. Can we do that here also, pleeeaaase?"

"In the center weekends don't really count, Jake. I still have to work tomorrow."

"But I'll go to sleep real fast and will get up on time. Promise Mrs. Miller!"

"I'm sorry Jake, If we watch the movie and then have to do your bath and pajamas it's getting far beyond your bedtime even with staying up a bit because of friday."
That got him thinking.

"And If I take my bath right now and I put my pajamas on also, will we be on time then Mrs. Miller, please please please....?" He begged.

"Hmmmm, guess so.....But pajamas also means putting your diapers on early, I'll not be oiling and diapering in the middle of the night."

"Oh, hadn't thought about that." Jake mulled about it. "Hmmmm, ok alright, I guess."
The voluntary answer surprised her.

"You sure?"

"Not re... it's not so bad....think I'm used to them. .... really like to see the movie so... alright I guess.... Could you do the dishes then while I take my bath?"
Jenny just had to laugh at this bargaining and pretended to play hard.

"Hmmmm......., you wash your hair this time?"

"Deal!" Jake beamed and scrambled quickly off to the bathroom by himself before she could change her mind.
 

Just in time Jake walked downstairs again. Jenny almost melted seeing his slight waddle in his puffy pajamas and hearing him swishing with every step as she came right after him. He watched the movie first on his belly on the carpet but after a time crawled next to her on the sofa, nibbling the popcorn she'd made.
Somehow he snuggled more and more up to her side with feet bent under him. Jenny found her arm wrapped around him. Softly stroking his leg. Ruffling his damp hair and patting his soft bottom. He smelled so nice! Of shampoo and oil and baby-powder. She couldn't resist it this time.

"To hell with distance" she thought "but only for this night"

When the movie ended, Jake was almost asleep in her lap.
As she had done with Jason so many times, Jenny carried him upstairs with his head on her shoulder and her arms around and under his behind. Jake automatically clenching his legs around her waist.

[Pierry Louys]

So cute 

[Parkin]

Noce chapters, but I'd love to read more about the daily life. Its kind of fast pacing

[Julianmay]

9

“Look Mom! Look!... Lookout!”
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The first thing she noticed was the white ceiling, second the antiseptic smell.
Mechanical humming, footsteps, a voice somewhere.
Through the mists a face coming into view, calling her name.
“You're in hospital, miss. You've had an accident.”

“I know,” she says “where are they?”
The face said it all.
She fell into nothing, a deep pitch black nothing.

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"You look like shit!" Henry remarked when Jenny joined him for their daily walk.

"Well, thanks for the compliments. You do have a real talent for words you know, making a girl feel good about herself." she joked, trying to suppress the seriousness of his looks.

"Ï mean it, Jen, whats going on?.......... really."

Jenny had kept Henry up to date with the return of her flashback's, waking up soaking in sweat in the night. She'd played it down. But now, it seemed to have finally catch-ed up with her, showing him. "Told you about the flashbacks the first nights didn't I? I did tell you also they are repeating every night."

"Yes, and that they were manageable."

"They're getting stronger....and returning more times a night with every night; every day Jake and I get to know each other better."

Henry kicked a pebble to the side. "Warned you about the risks of that. And I remember advising you to talk to a doctor about it. How bad is it, really?"

"You know I like to solve my problems on my own first. So no, I don't like laying my hart on the plate with strangers, and I didn't get much sleep, if any, the last two nights to answer your last question."

Henry seemed to think the information over while they rounded the garden in their usual way. "Well, I think this it it then, I think we'll need to...."

"What? I, ..... what do you mean?" Jenny interrupted, while alarm bells went off inside her.
"I'm just a little tired, just need a couple of hours of good sleep..."

"You're not 'just a little tired', Jen", Henry interceded. "You look kinda exhausted. No wonder, look what's on your plate, suddenly the care for a ten year old, extra meals, extra washing, getting up early, going late to bed. Plus the emotional stress of daily spanking and caring, the stress of keeping distance while you both obviously don't want to, topped with the stress from the memories of Jason and Liam. It's bringing it all back....
It's tearing you up my girl. Not only I can see that, lots of staff have mentioned to me that you are cranky and short-witted with them. Any moment now you will also take it out on Jake.”
He took a deep breath. “So to protect you, and Jake, I think it's best to pull him out before anything serious happens. I'll try to find another.........."

"What?! NO!, WAIT!, you can't pull him out!"
Jenny flared up, a lump of fear rising in her throat. Henry wouldn't really take him from her didn't he?
"OK, you might be right that's it's ripping me." She continued.
"Don't you think I don't know? But I'll simply have to go on. There's no other way. I'll simply need to go on. He's responding so well to me and then to take him away again..... You'll destroy him!. It's only one week. Please Henry,” she pleaded “I can't lose h....You can't take him away from...I need to finish this!"

"I know that you feel that you need, Jen and really want to....... but I don't like losing a very good member of our team. Either way, I really think you'll need to talk to somebody about it, now what about Helen?

"Helen? She's specialized in criminal...."

"But she's also basically a good shrink, and you like her, she'll recognize the splits you're in, help you cope with'm. I took the liberty of asking, in general terms of course, if she's willing to have a talk to you, and she is. Said she could see you tonight at her home."

"But...."

He stopped her short.
"Since I'm your superior now in this case, I think I must insist. Go talk to her Jen, You really need help in this. What've you got to lose?" Henry sounded concerned but decisive, every inch the warden now.
Jenny knew what she had to lose, a lot! And she needed to avoid it, at all costs!

She put her foot down in a last defense: "Only if you don't pull me off."

Henry sighed, thinking her demand over.
"Driving a hard bargain again eh? ...Could have expected this.... You know I've only your best interests in mind, do you? We're still on the same team here.....But..., OK, one day more shouldn't make much difference probably. I'll hold off for now, but only if you talk to her tonight! No procrastinating, and then we'll have to see...no promises.”
Jenny exhaled slowly and nodded, relieved that the imminent danger had passed. They reached the entrance of the building again.

“Well, end of the walk for today. Keep me up to date!"
Henry turned to the stairs, ready for his sprint.

"Wait, what about Jake? If I'm gone this evening I'll need to arrange something!" She yelled after him.

Henry stopped in his tracks, turning to Jenny with a broad smile and arms spread out.
"Why, thought you'd never ask. Consider me hired as your most trustworthy babysitter for this evening, Jen. It's my honor!."
At the top of the stairs he turned again, calling after Jenny:
"Let's not tell him who I am precisely though, no good to wake up a sleeping dog!"
 

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The art of shoplifting was finding the right situation. Lingering people, persons walking alone with big bags, children on their own, all would be scrutinized by shop personnel more than others. Busy mothers with one or more children in tow making a lot of noise however, would always be looked over. The trick was to find a family and coming just close enough; seeming to belong with them without raising any motherly suspicion. Just walking along with them, waiting for the right moment. A distraction, like mothers breaking up a fight between her youngsters, or insisting the nagging child put something back on the shelfs, or meeting another mom engaging in a lively chat while shopping carts blocked the aisle, and lines of sight. It was easy to reach out then and slip the most expensive item on hand in your pocket............ Just like he had been taught for so many years.

"Come on Jake, keep your hands on the cart please."
Jake snapped out of his reverie with a start, back to the real world, instantly realizing he was in trouble. NoNoNO! This couldn't have happened, not now!
Jenny pulled him out of daycare a bit earlier because she needed some shopping on the way home. The whole time he walked with one hand in hers or on the cart, as he was supposed to do, just like a little kid shopping with his mother. But in the busy shop all it had taken was a short moment of distraction, not feeling her eyes on him, for his training to take over.
He didn't even know what he slipped in his pocket. All he knew he had to loose it, NOW! Frantic, but trying with all his self control not to alarm her he kept looking for that one chance. But the moment was gone.
Jenny kept her eyes on Jake while finishing her shopping, noting his growing fidgeting but missing the point.

"We'll be home soon Jake, try holding it a bit longer please."
He didn't get a chance. Keeping his hands busy with carrying a large bag full of groceries to the kitchen, coming right behind him.

"Thank you Jake. Now, pants still dry?" Jenny turned her attention on his trousers. The bulge in his pocket couldn't be missed. She froze, for Jake it seemed as if time itself froze. Then she reached out her hand and slowly took the stolen object out, looking strait at his face the whole time.
"What the....."

As if unleashed, time sped up on itself. It happened so fast.

Jenny whipped a chair from under the table, simultaneously dragging his pants and boxer's down and slung him over her knee before he even knew it; keeping his legs pinned between hers. His face down and one arm pinned across his back she started instantly working on his upturned behind.

"No, Mrs Miller! Please! Let me....! "Jake started yelling instantly, feeling slap after slap, his sentence's broken with each hit. Utterly shocked; not only from the blistering by her hand but mostly from the blistering words coming out of her mouth, berating him for stealing again, telling him how disappointed she was in him. She had never said anything during a spanking! Never! She was furious!
Instead of keeping his silence, like he had done so many times before, he started crying, wailing with every slap on his buttocks, feeling her anger, and with it his rising fear. No Mrs Miller! Sobbing, pleading, kicking his legs, desperately trying to break free and crying with big heaves of air. Harder and harder. Panic settled in his mind. He had let her down, and now she would surely let him down. She confirmed it with each slap. At the top of his panic he couldn't care anymore about the sting the spankings brought. He would be left again, he was sure of that. Limp across Mrs. Miller knee, he howled that despair freely through the house. Not caring who heard. Letting her color his backside to a deeper, deeper red.

The moment Jenny had Jake over her knee, she knew it was different this time. He had done it again! She had let him do it again, let him trick her in believing this could work out! In her anger she kept her way of spanking although it was faster than she normally would and harder than she ever had.
This time it felt personal.
But as she filled the kitchen with the sound of thunderclaps and Jake buttocks were taking on color under her hands she registered also his loud helpless wailing. This is odd formed in the back of her head, returning her to her senses quickly, and continuing in her more usual way.
Sooner than ever before, Jake was freely crying over her knee but this time in utter despair. Bawling between heavy intakes of air. She could hear the lonely panic in every sound.
She stopped, and instead of letting him sobbing it out she instinctively picked him up from her knee and settled him on her lap. Jake immediately buried his head in her neck, flowing tears from his eyes, arms wrapped tightly around her. Like holding on for dear life.
She carried him to the sofa to be a little more comfortable and waited him out, leaning back so she could cup his hair in one hand, comforting him in her embrace while he kept wailing "I'm sorry Mrs. Miller!" between each sobbing spree.
Finally, when she thought he could listen again, she started talking.

"Shhh, Jake, calm down. This is surely something different I than I'm used to....from you.... Can you tell me what's it all about?"

"I'm so afraid mrs. Miller, Please! Don't.....losing the rest of his words in tears again against her neck.
"I don't” -sob – “I don't” – sob – “want to leave!”

"Leave?? what are you talking about?" Jenny wondered.

"But” – sob- “I've done it again” -sob- “and now” – sob – “you don't like me anymore” – sob- “and you'll” ...sob."
Suddenly she understood his fear's, and rocked him a bit more tightly in her arms

"Oh dear.... is that what you think? No.... Calm down. I'll certainly not leave you or send you away."

"But............"

"Hush, it's all right, really."
Jake calmed somewhat and turned his head on her shoulder. With one hand she wiped a couple of tears form his eyes and looked at him, their faces close together.

"But you.....you were so angry!"

"I was angry, Jake. Still am a bit. And it scared you. But that doesn't mean I don't like you anymore. I liked you from the moment I saw you."

"really?"

"Yes, really, you silly." She smiled.
Jake sagged in her lap, reassurance flowing through. Leaning aganst Jenny breasts, his trousers wrapped around his feet and his naked buns resting in the free air between her knees.
"Can you tell me what happened in the store Jake? I want to understand. Why?"
Stuttering at first but with growing sentences Jake tried to explain how and why he had done what he had done. Jenny just listened, keeping him safely wrapped in her arms.  It took some time. Finally he fell silent.

"I didn't know this Jake. You told me a lot. But one thing isn't really clear, who taught you all this?"
He tried but his year long conditioning held each time he started a sentence. He sighed at last.

"I can't tell, Mrs Miller"

"Can't or won't or both?"

"I, ..........I..........."

She noted his blockade, "OK, don't have to tell me now" having her suspicions, but keeping this for herself.

"Are you still angry?"

"A bit. It was still wrong for you to steal, but I understand now why you did. And maybe I'm a bit angry at myself to, for letting you out of my sight, giving you the opportunity."
With a last reassuring hug, she set him on his feet again and started to pull his trousers up but stopped as she noticed they were a bit damp, yet another for today.

"Now, Mr Jake Hanson, although this wasn't exactly as we normally do, shall we say this was your 7^th of 14?
Jake nodded, relieved.

"OK, then it's over for today. We can return to normal again. Lets go upstairs and change you into something dry again. Would you like to help me with dinner or read one of the comics?" She moved herself up from the sofa and rushed a bottomless Jake to his room.
"Oh, and I have not even told you about the plans for this evening. Listen...."

[Julianmay]

10

 

"I know it's early but I've told you the reason why, please stop arguing with me!"
Jenny put her hands under Jake's arm's and lifted him up.
He had sourly cut his bath short, his mind not into it. He was really not looking forward to tonight and wasn't about to give up yet!

"But I meant, yesterday was an exception! Can you not be back in time?"

"Roll over please" finished with his backside Jenny made quick work of oiling his front. "I told you I won't be, expect it to be late"

'But then he'll see me! ........ with ..............."
Jenny rested her hand on Jake's buttock's, holding his legs firmly folded with her left.
She sighed.

"For the last time, Jake, we've gone over this multiple times now. It's either me who gets your diaper on or mstr. Henry...............No? .............thought so............. Now you can stop or I can forget you had your spanking today already and start coloring your behind again..........right now..........in this position. She gave a slight slap right on the center of his behind to enhance her argument.

"But Mrs. Miller........... please!

Slap again a bit more forceful this time. "Yes or no?"
Seeing she really wasn't going to relent and started looking a bit angry at him Jake sagged back on the mattress of the dresser and let Jenny finish with powdering him. She pinned his diaper on in a whiff. Not taking her time or engaging in smalltalk and sometimes a pinch or small tickle, like he sometimes got her to the last day's. It was all businesslike and all he could do was looking glum when they finished with his pajamas.
Jenny saw his disheartenedness and tried to cheer him up one last time.

"Ow Jake, Henry is a very good friend of me. You'll like him, I'm sure. Really really really! And I told, you.... he knows all about the reason you're having to wear a diaper under your pajama. He won't tease you, - well maybe a little, he teases me and everyone all the time- but really, he understands you very well, all your secrets are very safe with him. He'll never let you down!"
Just then the air filled with the raucous sound of a heavy bike nearing Jenny's house.
"There he is, now scoot, let's go greet him" She helped him move with a playful pat this time on his bulging bottom.

 

"And who have we here? Heya big fellow, I'm Henry. Hi Jen!"
Jake sat at the kitchen table when Henry barged in. His eyes turning wide at the sight of this big man with the menacing appearance.
"Oh got a bit of a fright eh? Don't worry, looks are deceiving, I'm really as soft as a kitten....You can ask everyone around..... I hear you're a great buff at building things, like to see that. Could use someone handy in the house."
Henry chatted away, succeeding in putting Jake at ease again, and followed up with the direct talk Jenny recognized so well. So much like him to put matters out of the way as quickly as possible.
"Hey, Mrs. Jenny told me all about you so don't be ashamed of anything. I see you have your diapers on yet." Jake blushed at the remark.
"You, know. I think it's very good of you to agree with that. A very mature decision. You know what, you can tell me always if someone pesters or bullies you about it. I'll get the little prick for you,.... ride him over with my bike."
Jake grinned while Henry bent to him in a conspiring way.
"Had your spanking already? Yes? Ah....... what a pity.” Henry made an excessive show of being greatly disappointed. “I was really looking so forward to.... "
Jake couldn't help laughing at this theater. Melting at his frolic of words that took the sting out of this delicate subject but startled, straitened in his chair and bit his lip at Henry's next:
"Say,...what if you nicked something of Mrs. Jenny's stuff,... then I could.." rubbing his hands together in playful anticipation but halting as he noticed the abrupt change in atmosphere, both in Jake and Jenny.
"Oh...I see, hit a sensitive spot here..." Looking at them both.

Jenny broke the awkward silence.
"I won't tell him Jake. But I know Mstr. Henry, he'll find out anyway. But it's your decision."
Jake sagged in his chair and looked down.
As usual, Henry was quick to save the situation.

"Tell you what big man, I'm sorry for making that bad joke. Me with my big mouth... I won't ask, promise. I've forgotten already. Let's just have a nice evening together and let Jenny here go without having her worry about anything. Want to show me those sticks?"
Henry looked at Jenny mouthing silently. "He'll be alright, trust me, go!"

"I'll be leaving then, I'm late already." She stroked Jake's shoulder reassuringly on her way out.

 

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Jenny had to admit to herself she was feeling much better after talking to Helen.
They sat in her living, lights dimmed, both in a deep soft chair with steaming mugs of tea. The candles on the table spread a soothing fragrance and flickered with a mesmerizing rhythm. Surprisingly, she had felt it easy to talk, staring at the flames. Helen had been very patient, letting her tell the whole story stumbling and jumping again, mostly not interrupting, although she knew the general history from their time working together. Helen only asked specifically about her feelings once in a while. Her approach even caused Jenny to cry a couple of times. Helen just whisked a great box of tissues on the table, and waited. Quite a bit of used ones lay in Jenny's lap in a resulting long but comforting silence.

"Thank you very much for telling me all this, Jen. You know I knew a bit of it but never the whole story....or some important details.
Maybe it helps if I break this down to couple of central themes, Alright with you?" 

Jenny nodded.

"OK, first. Your meeting with Jake has triggered these flashbacks, as you well know of course. You remember all the good times you had with Liam and Jason but instead of liking these times you're also hating them. I think the reason you're having trouble with sorting them out is the accident. The strong emotions coming with the remembrance of the accident itself combined with your strong feelings of guild is a great blockade that's keeping you away from accepting all the other memories with fondness, and integrating them as base for your further life.
The good news is I think I can help you there, by reliving the most painful parts of the accident and at the same time removing the guild and emotions attached, guiding you through."

Helen explained a bit of the method she had in mind.

"You'll hardly believe it, but it'll take a couple of sessions only I think. Though it isn't easy, it takes a lot of guts to confront it. I have done it with some pupils who had trouble coming to grips to the more serious crimes they committed, after they had really come to accept their deeds of course and were almost drowning in their shame, not really wanting to live anymore. Want to give it a try?"

"Have I got a choice?"

"You have, but I really think you should do it. Not only for your own sanity, but also regarding your future with Jake."

"What do you mean?"

"Brings me to point two. From what I hear and see, you two fit. I think you know it to, although you are denying it at the moment and say you're keeping distance; which I believe you won't be able to hold that stance for long by the way. seeing how it's eating you. I don't know how we get to realize it, but that is beside the point. Your flashback's put you up thinking that caring for Jake is pushing Liam and Jason away definitely. Leaving, betraying them. Adding to your feelings of guild again. It's putting you in a kind of conflict of loyalties. Keeping your distance, hurting Jake's feelings because you don't want to hurt Liam's and Jason's.
Now I think you're able to resolve this issue by yourself, you'll find a good way. But it can only happen if you can accept your memories of them as happy memories again, reverting me to the importance of point one."

Jenny saw the logic behind Helen's words.

"Think about what a great future it could be Jen. Past and present integrated, could be like having three boys, I would like you so much allowing yourself to that!

Jenny sighed, and nodded again. That would be something indeed.

"Ï see, you're warming up to it, Jen. Now let me just give a few thoughts on point three: Jake himself.
From what you've been telling me, Jake's reactions to your taking charge, with the rules, the caring: washing and diapering and that kind of stuff. I think you're right. Probably he's unconsciously very relieved at not having to make decisions, not needing to pretend he's bigger than he is. I also think that he's taking it a bit further than his age. Regressing to a somewhat younger version of himself. Being at the daycare, with all the little one's around him, is enhancing this, hence his wetting his trousers again, maybe trying to make up for times he missed in the past. It seems like an understandable reaction from him. If you ask my advise, I shouldn't worry about it. It's not unheard of. Give him time to be a bit little again, just make it practical."

Helen giggled.

"I don't know if you should make him waddle around in those diapers at daycare, no, but I see no problem with cuddling him all you want at home in the mornings and evenings. You'll see he'll start growing again in no time."

Jenny chuckled at the picture in her mind.

"You know, I should have done this a long time ago. You can't imagine how I feel now, Helen, after talking to you. Thanks.”

Helen just smiled knowingly, "Oh, I know dear, they all say that."

 

It was very late when Jenny returned to her home to find Henry reading on her sofa. On the ground was an enormous building made from the wooden blocks cleverly combined with the other building materials Liam had so loved playing with. It looked like a cathedral, with pillars and bows and even bridges.

"Wow! That looks amazing!'

"Yeah, he's very proud of it, asked if it could stay here, to show you, I know you're neat and all but couldn't resist."

"Oh no, its fine" Jenny waved the remark away. "That's really wonderful isn't it."

"You told me he was good, but not this good.... how was your evening?"
Jenny told Henry the gist of what happened between her and Helen.

"We'll start tomorrow with the first session, I agreed, best to meet it heads on." She yawned "Must admit these nights are killing me..... So how was your's?"

"Oh, you know me,” Henry answered, very pleased with himself. “I get along with even the hardest pimpled adolescents. And Jake was an angel. He's really a funny likable little guy you know, crawling around the floor with his bottom sticking out. Had a good laugh about it with him.... I really don't understand why you keep your reserve around him.... Joke, Jen....No need to ruffle your feathers....
We made it a bit late tough, finishing this. I read him a couple of page's from the book he choose in his bed. And then we just talked a bit........"
Henry let the last words hang in the air, waiting for Jenny to take the bait.

"And?"

"Ah, you know what it is with little boys and guilty feelings. He just had to have it of his chest. Was glad he told me, held nothing back. You really got to him this time, didn't you?"

Jenny nodded.
"I was so angry, nearly lost my temper. Remembered what you said today, Almost took it out on him."

"No need feeling guilty, Jen. Would probably have done the same in your situation. Interesting reaction though don't you think?" Henry started laughing. "He showed me your handywork. Nice glow coming through all that shiny powder! Wasn't shy about it at all."
He rose from the sofa and started to the door.
"Now. I'm off. Lets skip tomorrow's walk Jen. I've a busy schedule, and maybe you two could benefit from a little extra sleep. Nothing important tomorrow."

Jenny walked him out into the quiet night.
"Thanks again Henry, could you do one thing more please?"

"What?"

"Keep the gas-handle low will you, you'll wake up the whole neighborhood."

 

 

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Well, this will have to do for a couple of day's. I have the finish of this story ready but am working on the road to get there. Harder than I thought.
have you all found the teapot yet 😉?

[Tasa]

Doubt it is the teapot 🫖 but I would like to make my case that the whole system is the broken teapot in this world.
You have a young orphan who was abandoned by the system and trained to be a thief getting punished for it at an age that its the parents/guardians who are supposed to be responsible and keep an eye on him, also who probably trained him getting away scot-free.

[Julianmay]

It isn't. 🫠But I can rely to your comment. Thank you for it, and for reading my story. But that is why its just a story.
With it I hope to convey that in a broken system, as you call it, there are still people who treat him with respect and love within the boundaries of it.
Jenny and others are not trying to humiliate him.
I'm reading another story on this site, shifting sands. I like it because It is very well written, something I can only hope to achieve in the future. But it is frankly appaling how the stepmother is emotionally blackmailing the children in her care into regression. She's on a abuse power trip. In that way, I like my Jenny better. 

 

 

[Julianmay]

11

That morning, Jenny entered the room of a very, very wet boy. She still hadn't slept much, waking from time to time remembering. But with the prospect of starting to tackle them with Helen's help, she felt she could handle today. She had to. It filled her with a new promising energy.
She tossed maybe a hour longer than usual and had Jake also make up for the time spend with Henry yesterday.

'no problem with cuddling him all you want....' Now was as good a moment as any to start with that...

"Good morning, sweety!" Jenny softly stroked Jake's cheek to wake him up. He raised his eyelids to see her smiling at him from above.
"My, you were out, honey. Did you have some sweet dreams?"
Jake nodded.
"I heard you and Mr. Henry stayed up late, huh? Had some fun?"

Jake smiled, remembering the evening. "He was fun! Let me stay up late way more than you! Promised I could ride on his bike next time. Did you see...."

"Yeah, it's so impressive, what a nice surprise! I can't imagine you two build that in one evening. Speaking of surprises....".
Jenny slipped one hand under his blankets, slid under his pajama and into the front of his plastic pants.
"Oh gosh," she laughed friendly "you've really outdone yourself tonight have you." Jake blushed.
"'Don't worry, you slept late so it's kind of expected. Glad your diapers held it. Shall we get rid of them now?"
Jake nodded, raised his arms and let her lift him out of the bed this time to stand beside his desk starting to undress and wash, the slightly cold water waking him fully.

"Ï wanted to discuss something with you Jake, about the daycare." Jenny said while gently cleaning his behind still pink from yesterday..
"Miss. Marianne and me, we've noticed that you're having more wet pants every day. Any idea why?“

Jake startled. "No Mrs. Miller, I'm sorry....I...."

"Oh don't be sorry Jake, we don't mind. And I've a good reason why I think it's happening but that's a bit complicated maybe. But you're doing nothing wrong. I was just thinking that maybe it's a bit awkward for you, changing your pants so many times, letting everyone know, not that they care, mind you. But wouldn't it be nice if we could find some solution so that you wouldn't have to change so often?”
She started drying him with a soft towel.

"Guess so, Mrs miller, but.... do you mean that...."

"No silly,” she laughed getting his meaning. “I'm not proposing you should wear a diaper to the daycare, Jake. Although, ....you would fit right in there with the rest of the little ones don't you think and I'm sure Mrs, Marianne wouldn't mind to....Oh I'm only teasing you! Don't worry!
Have you ever heard of training pants?"

Jake nodded. Jenny reached for the pile of clothes for today.
"Good, I have a couple that would fit you. Can you try this one for me, just try. Tell me how it feels."
She guided his feet through the holes and lifted the pant up over his bottom. Jake could feel it was thicker between his legs than underwear and could see there was more cloth than normal around his waist. And there was a layer of protecting plastic although it wouldn't keep everything as dry as his normal plastic pants. But he was already relieved that Mrs. Miller wouldn't take him to daycare in diapers. He liked Mrs. Marianne but the picture of her folding his legs in the air on that changing table just like the other toddlers send a shiver through his spine!
Jenny helped him in a pair of Levis.

"You only see it if you're looking for it,” she commented. Letting Jake get a good look at himself in the mirror. “And with a bit over-sized T-shirt like this one....
Now, what do you think? Your choice?"
Jake looked again in the mirror. Mrs. Miller was right. You could hardly spot his trainers. Now was he wrong or did she seemed changed a bit today? How did she call him this morning? And did he really get a choice this time? Still, he could hardly refuse this couldn't he?

"Uh,.....guess it's alright Mrs. Miller. I can try these today if you like."

She smiled again. "Oh, that's wonderful! Thank you for trying. Now, what about some breakfast?"

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When Jenny arrived at the daycare later that day again to pick him up she found herself stopped by a smiling Marianne at the door with a finger to her lips. She signaled to follow her silently. Not making themselves known they entered the central room to find him on his belly together with two toddlers just playing with some trains and cars. Totally engrossed in this at least 5 years younger play, oblivious at the world around him.
She just looked for a couple of minutes, Marianne silently mouthing "Isn't that adorable" to her. She could only nod, smiling. So much for a three times convicted thief, she thought.

"It's his third." Marianne whispered, pointing to Jake's back where the contours of his now swelled up training pant was clearly visible through his Levis.
Jenny lowered herself alongside him.

"Hello, sweety" startling him out of his play.  She was met with a smiling face.

"Hi Mrs. Miller, you're early!"

"I know Jake, but we'll have to go. You know, we have one appointment already and we have to go somewhere else first."

"Oh...." his face fell as she reminded him they had agreed to bring the stolen item back to the shop today and apologize together. " Yeah I know, the shop, what is the other one?"

"Promise me to hear me out before you say anything?”
Jenny moved one hand to his back to calm him in advance, guessing his reaction.
"Mr. Harrison, the warden of the center, has called me. He said to tell you not to worry but he wants to see both of us in his office as soon as possible."
Jake didn't answer but immediately buried his head on her shoulder, clinging.
"Shh, It's going to be alright.... I know you're scared. But nothing bad will happen. Mr. Harrison promised me.”
That wasn't entirely true since Henry had flatly refused to tell her why they had to come, nor did he want her to tell Jake who he was meeting exactly. He didn't want to destroy things, he had said.
She gave Jake some time to adjust but at last moved both of them to their feet.
"I know you can do it Jake, and I'll be right next to you. But you're to big to carry, you're going to have to walk. Come on, let's go get your shoes."
 

Jenny half walked, half dragged a subdued and apprehensive Jake with his hand firmly clasped in hers the short walk from the daycare across the park to the main entrance of the center. Her shoes were the only echoing sounds in the great hall they crossed to come before the closed door she knew so well.
She gave one last pinch in Jake's hand to reassure him. Then she knocked and opened the door, not waiting for an answer.

"Ah, Jenny, com'in! … And who is that handsome young charge you have with you?"
Jake walked in behind Mrs. Miller's back but recognized the voice instantly. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the nice man he build that wonderful contraption with yesterday was actually, the warden of the place he feared most.
He looked shocked at the big man...

"Wait a minute, I seem to know you! Weren't you that guy in the puffy pajamas I saw yesterday and promised a ride? O, come in, you know I don't bite. Have a seat, both of you." Henry waved them both in, gesturing to the chairs opposite his desk from were he leaned comfortable back in his own. Waiting for them to take their place.
"Now, Jake. What do you think of my domain. Nice eh? Ha, have you fooled here haven't I? Didn't think I was the warden of this pretty little hotel eh? Say what, ....would you like to stay over here someday, maybe we could...."

"Henry!, stop playing! Can't you see he's dying inside!" Jenny interceded.

"Oh...., well..., just thought..., a little bit of smalltalk with my friend over here wouldn't hurt." Henry acted as if being caught. Again putting up his show.
"Alright, don't worry Jake, it's nothing bad. Relax in your seat please.
Jake did just that, but kept wary eyes on Henry.

"I got a call from the police this morning. Seems they have re-opened your case because they found some new information about it."

Jake almost ejected to the ceiling at Henry's bombshell, eyes turning wide as saucers.
Had the shop discovered something missing this morning? Had they called the police? Oh NO! He had told Mr. Henry all about it yesterday! He was toast. Now he would surely take him back and....
He started to tremble.

Henry saw his reaction and quickly went on to mitigate.
"Got nothing to do with you Jake, again relax. And I would never ever betray your trust in me yesterday. We're mates, remember?"
He chuckled to ease the tension.
"Besides, You are already caught. And if I might say, caught red handed eh, with that necklace? Right with your hand in the cookie jar! You are already in detention and punished so no extra surprises. Cross my hart." Henry's words succeeded, Jake let out a sigh of relief.

"Now, where was I. Oh, Yeah well..... Because of that information, I immediately called Judge Farlington's office this morning and this afternoon I got an very official fax from the court. Do, you know what a fax is Jake? Is a very wonderful machine, you should see it sometime, now where have I this bit of paper?” He started rummaging through the piles on his desk. ”Maybe I lost it,”

"Henry!"

"Ah yes, here it is. Now let me read it to you Jake. Were are my glasses...."
Henry waved a sheet of paper he retrieved from one of the piles on his desk and pushed his reading glasses to the intended spot.

"To: The State Special Correctional Center for Young Offenders, to the attention of the honorable H. Harrisson, warden, etc etc.
That's me you see."

Glasses.

"Dear sir, In light of the developments brought to our attention by you, this morning the date etc etc. …. we like to inform you that in according to section 23 sub. c of the Youth Penal Code the court has made an intermediate ruling and amendment on conviction number. 34768, regarding pupil named etc etc.....”

Glasses.

“They mean you,..heads up now comes the important part: The court orders you hereby to temporally suspend the fourth stipulation of named verdict's sentence until the court can assess the results coming forth from the developments in this case.”

Glasses again.

“Then comes some legal mumble jumble and closing. With the highest regards etc. etc." Signed. J. Farlington, Judge"
Henry folded the piece of paper and beamed at Jake. "Now isn't that wonderful?"
Jake could only look at him with wonder. He hadn't understood one word Mr. Henry was talking about. Jenny interceded again looking with smoking eyes to Henry.

"He's teasing with you, Jake. But it's really good news. It means the court don't want us to do any more spankings until the new investigation is finished."
Jake's hart skipped several beats. He could hardly believe it!

"How long will, how long before...." he stammered.

"they have finished? Oh well...." Henry drawled. Pushing his glasses again.
"In my experience, these investigations always seem to take a lot of time, and then there's the paperwork that goes with it....Takes a couple of weeks at minimum and because your stay at this fine facility seems to end in... a week wasn't it, I believe you could safely say that ...."
Suddenly Henry stopped playing. He leaned forward on his desk and looked at Jake directly, eyes demanding his full attention.

"But seriously my young friend, this means you're off the hook regarding your burning backside. Now, I want you to understand this very clear:
It's really, really unusual for a judge to decide this. Any judge. Especially Judge Farlington. And I'm glad for you. But.... You're still in detention. All the other rules hold. At least for coming week. You're still in the hands of this nice lady next to you. And If she sees you pulling of a stunt like yesterday again she's free to turn you over her lap and whack the living daylights out of that little bare behind of yours anytime and anywhere she wants. With my blessing. Understood?"
Jake could only nod, deeply impressed by Henry's last words.

"Good! Now Mrs. Miller, I suggest you take this little repeat offender home. A little celebration to his good fortune is allowed I think. Your lovely apple-pie maybe! Now shoo! I'm a very busy man!”
As Henry ushered them out of his office. He winked at Jenny. She gave him a whack on his shoulder.

"That's for not telling me in advance," she hissed furious and smiling at the same time.

"What, and spoil all the fun?" He whispered back. "See ya tomorrow, Jen!"