Benji adjusted his glasses, nervously pulling the sleeves of his oversized T-shirt as he stood outside Alicia's home. It was late, the sun had gone down, and he was nervous. He was supposed to have gotten here earlier, but his ride from the police holding station to here was delayed by a flat tyre and getting stuck in traffic for two hours.

He had briefly considered running away while the traffic had stopped, but good sense prevailed. That would've been very stupid, he knew. He had taken this as a plea deal to be kept out of prison and for his academic records to not have a drug-dealing charge – there would be no way for Benji to go into even a regular college if he was caught!

"I have to skip back home so there won't be any official confirmation," the fat old balding man who accompanied him spat as he carried the boy's belongings over from the car.

The neighbourhood was nice, and even when it was dark, it had that old-timey 50s look with everything perfect and uniform. The only sign something was different was the red sign by the mailbox that had the official government reformatory ID and, as Benji looked to his side, a long thick pole around eight feet tall with shackles. The sight of which got the boy to nervously look to the old man.

"Oh, she's going to have fun with you!" He laughed as he knocked on the door.

He heard the shuffling of boots, shivering as he realised he may have made a mistake.

This was a mistake.

This was too good to be true. No prison time, no jail, no more sixteen-week stints at the worst shitholes they call foster houses, and he got to go study at the most prestigious science school in the country free of charge? That was a Faustian deal; no way was it real.

And the devil was slowly approaching the door with her heavy leather boots, unlocking and opening the door to hell.

"Oh, hi there!" The Devil beamed brightly.

"H-hello," Benji smiled back weakly.

He could work with this devil. This devil was hot!

Not like the homely girls he sold weed and designer drugs to. She was proper hot. Like an effortlessly attractive supermodel hot.

"Alicia Kore, nice to meet you finally!" She offered her hand, and the boy took it. She had medium-length blonde hair with sharp silver eyes, which Benji couldn't look away from. And that was especially useful, as he would've definitely been staring at her shockingly large and firm breasts, which barely were contained in a spaghetti strap crop top which finished just above her flat, toned belly. She wore a pair of blue hotpants which showed off her long legs encased in knee-length brown boots.

"Benji," the boy replied.

"Benjamin Barsode. Inmate #298 under the Reformatory Code." The old man coughed. "This your sixth one?"

"Oh, fifth," Alicia smiled. "Well, I was supposed to get another boy in before Benji, but Jeremy tried to escape and stabbed a guard in his attempt, so he is being resentenced to a harsher charge."

"Figures. These little fuckers are all the same," the old man sneered. "Have an IQ the size of Jesus, and they think the laws don't apply and we should grovel at their feet. Even this brat tried to skip when we got a flat tyre." He eyed the boy with the air of someone telling them off in front of an irate parent...which was exactly what was happening, Benji realised.

"I didn't skip; I just walked for some air," he blushed. "And I came back as soon as I heard you call me." He looked pleadingly at Alicia.

"I didn't charge him, so it's up to you," the man smirked.

"Thank you, that's very helpful." Alicia smiled kindly at the man. "I will deal with the matter appropriately."

"Good. At least he didn't go stabbing people." The man fumbled around in his bag to grab his papers. "What's the deal with your other brat? Are they sending him off to the gulags like a proper civilised society should do with irredeemable scum?" He handed her the clipboard with the handing over papers.

"No, Jeremy was already processed in the system, so I am going to get him with the extra charges." Alicia explained, going through the papers and signing her name at the right places. Benji had signed his off in the car to save time."

"Extra charges, huh?" The man gruffed. "Guessing you'll be putting that to use," he pointed at the pole.

"Amongst other things, yes," Alicia smiled back, unnerving Benji. That was clearly a whipping post, the one which was around at punishment blocks which became commonplace with the new draconian government taking power ten years ago. The fact Alicia had it right in her garden where everyone can see...

"Heh, at least he'll suffer...oh, and there and there and the last page." The man showed her where to finish with the signatures before taking back the clipboard and signing his own name. "Congratulations on your new brat. I'd still rather you take them to the back and shoot him between his eyes for the next one. Least this one can be knocked over by a stiff breeze." He pointed at Benji with his thumb. "No offence," he added to Benji, who decided not to take the bait.

"He has a very high potential, so the government doesn't want him slipping through the cracks...as with you, Benji." She added the last part with an affectionate head pat.

"Fine. I was supposed to sit and watch your first interactions and whatnot, but I have family to get to, so..."

"I will have you put on as a witness, and Benji won't tell on you, will you, Benji?" Alicia winked playfully at the boy.

"Like how you told on me for taking a walk to get me in trouble?" Benji replied coldly.

"He's a funny one," the man laughed. "Give him some extra from his uncle Jackie." He waved as he left.

"His name's Jackie?" Alicia asked Benji in surprise. "I always thought it was Gerald."

"Never said his name during the trip." Benji looked at Alicia nervously now that it was just the pair. "Uh...so..." The boy really didn't know how to talk to women who weren't junkies trying to get drugs off of him.

"So welcome to the reformatory then," Alicia smiled. "I'm Mommy for the duration of your stay, so...four years, right?"

"Right," he looked at her. "Mommy?" He questioned.

"Mix of official title and role, I guess. I prefer it. And you'll know soon enough why I have my boys use it. The government would rather avoid using scary names like warden or corrections specialist," she was unusually pleasant, the boy realised.

"Just the scary names?" He pointed at the whipping pole.

"That's mostly going to be for your brother, Mister Stabber, when he gets here in a couple of months." She leaned to grab his bag. "And yes. Brother. We intend to mimic a traditional family environment here with me as the Mommy and you two munchkins as my cheeky little scamps."

Benji followed her, eyes drawn to her tight bottom swaying as she made her way up the stairs. A quick glance around the house saw that it was a nice, big, expensive-looking place very much designed as a living space and not one meant for torture.

"Alright, so I call you Mommy or Mommy Alicia?"

"Just Mommy." She stopped at the first door on the first floor. Benji could see that it had a very secure lock, which Alicia opened with her fingerprint. He scanned the floor and realised there was another of these special doors and a third which was open and had a purple interior, most likely Alicia's room.

"This is your room." Alicia put the clothes down and turned to the boy. "We will go shopping over the next few days so you can fill it up so it resembles more than a prison cell." Benji thought she was being sarcastic. The room was pretty great as far as he was concerned, with his own bathroom, a nice big study desk and chair, a small couch and table by the side, a lot of shelves and a nice comfy bed.

"I think you overestimate prison cells," he replied unsurely.

"It got emptied when my last boy left," Alicia admitted. "I usually take two boys in every two to four years." She sat on the bed, patting at her side for him to go sit down.

"Right." He slowly walked over, pausing as he looked into her eyes. "Umm...so about the beatings, does it start now?"

"Spankings?" Alicia grinned. "Yes, it does. You were expected to get one in front of Gerald."

"His name was Jackie," Benji corrected her. "Does the knowledge of both of you not adhering to the rules give me any sort of leverage?" He asked almost disarmingly.

"Not... particularly," Alicia laughed. "Considering I was going to go easy on you because he wasn't around and you are late. But if you would like the full experience..."

"No, no, no," Benji shook his head. Alicia laughed.

"The routine is going to be pretty straightforward. You get two spankings a day from me, one the moment you wake up and one at bedtime. The one at bedtime will depend on your day's actions, so if you have been bad, it would be way harsher," Alicia explained. "In between, you will go to school, do your work, and you can go around the town. No leaving the town limits, or you'd be dragged back, and I have to get rough with you."

Benji nodded as he was informed of this. Well, he chose this. Instead of jail, he would be thrashed daily, he was told. When they mentioned a mommy, he had actually thought it was them mocking him when they said he was being assigned to a sexy mommy to skin him daily. He was picturing an old, fat old bat who loved to torture, so Benji had been dreading the situation. But Alicia, the prospect of being spanked by this beautiful mommy didn't seem that bad… in theory.

"I got a few for the last few days too... like get me used to it, they said."

Alicia looked at the boy. "Oh dear!" She fussed. "Just spanked you?"

"To get used to the pain and intensity," Benji nodded. And it was indeed intense. He got the cane and a dozen types of paddles, whips, riding crops and straps tied up across a whipping horse, and his bottom hole had been probed with plugs stretching his hole out. He was promised a similar case during his stay.

"Just intense pain does nothing," Alicia sighed, hugging the boy, which got him to flinch.

"Sorry," he mumbled, not immediately used to being hugged. It felt nice, though, her soft breasts pressed against him.

"You need love and intimacy along with discipline; that won't do." She gazed into his eyes. "Tell you what. Take your clothes off and get ready for your combined bedtime and induction belt whipping, and we can discuss your future after, okay?"

She got up, unbuckling her belt. "Stack the pillows up, sweetheart, and bend over. I want your ass raised up." As she spoke, Alicia grabbed the hem of her top and peeled it off, displaying her bare breasts, which absolutely shocked the boy.

"What?" He couldn't stop staring at her incredible pair of breasts.

"Put the pillows on top of the other, Benji," she smiled warmly, acting as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. "You are a super genius and still can't follow simple instructions?"

He blinked, his brain only half registering what was said. "Pillows?"

"Oh, let me help you then." She walked over to put the pillows in place. "Do you want Mommy to help you out of your clothes?" She asked with a big smile.

Benji nodded weakly.

"This is why you got sent over here." She walked up to him to take his T-shirt off, followed by yanking down his pants and underwear. "Even though you are geniuses, you still need to be taken care of." Alicia had him step out of his clothes and guided him across the pillows, pressing her breast against his nose as she did so.

Alicia's special pheromones always scrambled her boy's brains for the first few months. She was one of the government's secret weapons when it came to recruiting high-potential boys. Just the scent of her breasts got the smartest of boys to be a willing plaything. Alicia always loved this reaction the first time.

"Mommy will whip you now, and when I'm done, we can have our talk, okay, baby? Say 'Yes, Mommy' if you understand."

"Yes, Mommy," Benji whispered, unable to keep his eyes off her breasts. She looked almost like an angel; there was this aura, a halo around her, that he couldn't comprehend! He looked at her sideways as she got in position and laid her first lash across his exposed buttocks.

"Oww!" The pain was intense, but he didn't mind taking it for her. For his Mommy. Her breasts – he watched as they swayed with each stroke, how each wobble ended with a sharp sound, and white-hot pain burst through his tender ass.

"We will do this every night, darling. Mommy's belt will tear your ass up for being such a naughty boy, selling drugs and wrecking hundreds of lives." Even her scolding was dripping with maternal warmth. There was no anger, just mild annoyance of a mother whose toddler did something naughty. Though her actions did carry the sting and burn of pain as he was lashed and whipped, white-hot pain burning through his rump.

She whipped him for a good fifteen minutes, his ass all welted and raw and blistered when she put the belt away. He was mildly euphoric as he looked at her. In a trance-like state. He could feel the burn, and he cried throughout, but he couldn't keep his eyes away!

"Not a bad reaction," she smiled, sitting down to bring him to her breasts. He was turning out nicely. "I want you to suckle; Mommy's milk will heal you up."

He latched on, feeling as if he were in heaven as Alicia hummed gently. "You will wake up tomorrow morning as a new Benji. We can have a proper discussion then," she explained, lying next to him so he would suckle to sleep on her breast. The boy slowly nursed, listening to her hum. His eyes got droopy, and he pressed into her nude form. Subjugated by his new wicked devil.

Life wasn't too bad, really.