For eighteen year old Franklin Summers, there was no set of circumstances more frightening than what happened over the past three days.
"We will get through this, Franky," Victoria Summers, his adopted mother over the past two years reassured him kindly as she gently stroked his cheek. Both of them were sitting in their living room after dinner dressed in their pyjamas after getting back from the treatment clinic.
Frank just nodded politely. Her words would've carried some weight if it wasn't for the government issued big black box in front of the pair, the contents of which Vicky would be using momentarily to blister his bare bottom raw.
"It isn't fair!" Franky said for the eighth time that day staring at the big red REJECTED note in his hand. Another grim reminder of the fact he failed his citizenship test which would've got him emancipated. He should've been with his friends, drinking beer and smoking cigarettes by now.
Heck, Vicky would've been sharing a drink with him if he had passed. She wasn't an evil witch like some of the foster parents he had growing up. Just twenty eight years old and tall, busty and beautiful with jet black hair cascading down her shoulder. She always had a playful smile on her lips and was quick to affection.
Though right now those lips were curled up in annoyance. "Not fair?" Victoria snapped. "Oh I think it's pretty fair, lenient almost considering the crimes you did behind my back."
Franklin blushed at the comment. In hindsight it was perhaps dumb of him to think he'd not get caught shoplifting and selling cigarettes in school with all the monitoring and surveillance in place. He had hoodwinked his mother easily enough but when he got to the official at the certification office...well, Franklin almost fell off his chair as he read his charges.
"Didn't think that'd get me rejected," Frank mumbled sheepish.
"I still can't get over your lies," Victoria shook her head. Her boy's appearance hadn't changed much as he was always on the short side and had kept his face clean shaven but being rejected of his Citizenship meant weakening shots in case the boy tried to lash out or run. His bottom was injected with an endurance serum as well which accelerated healing of his glutes.
All of those were for one reason.
"You're being punished, Frankie. Till your next test when you're twenty one," said Victoria as she continued to read his form for the sixth time. "None of this would've come to pass if you had confessed and I had disciplined you."
"But you spank so hard!" Franklin whined. Victoria did use her belt on him a few occasions when he failed a test so he wasn't fully immune from spankings. But Frank thought he could push it, being quite clever and with his mom being busy with her aerobics business.
"I'm going to be spanking you way, way harder," she reminded the boy as she eyed her toolbox.
Her arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him into her, sitting him on her lap facing her. He hugged on instinct. "Mom, I don't wanna get spanked."
"Mommy," she corrected him, shocking the lad. "If the government feels you acted like a child, I'll be treating you like one. That means bedtimes and regular trips over my knee in addition to the weekly mandatory punishment sessions for all your crimes..starting with the first one right now." She decided she might as well get started.
"Open the box Franky. Let me see what they want me to use," she made him slide off her lap and watched as he opened the box...and jump back gasping in shock.
"Mom there's a fucking dildo in there!" Franky cried out. Thick and bright blue with a harness next to it go go along with all the straps and canes and paddles.
Victoria sighed. "Yeah, was afraid of that," she gave an apologetic smile and held up his rap sheet. "Sixteen counts of indecent exposure and sexual deviancy. I have no clue how they got so many other than you streaking that one time."
