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J Baby hugged himself tightly. He had been called to Mr. Chain's office. Mr. Chain was a new caregiver at the home J Baby lived at. He was a great big lion with dark green eyes. He was hired because he had a lot of experience and the home needed a new nurse. He brought a lot of experience as he had worked in hospitals and even in other countries on the battlefield. The other caretakers liked that he was good in a crisis and had a lot of ideas. J Baby liked Mr. Chain so far. Although he wasn't sure why, but he made him feel a little... nervous.

Not the bad nervous, like after you've watched a marathon of scary movies on Halloween and then you have to go to sleep, or when you have a pop quiz. No, Mr. Chain made J Baby feel a different kind of nervous. A good kind. Like when you're strapped into a roller coaster and it's just clink-clink-clinking up the first rise. Yeah, that was it. Mr. Chain made J Baby feel roller coaster nervous.

But right now J Baby was slowly padding his feet to the door to Mr. Chain's office. Why was he being summoned there? Had he done something wrong? Had he splashed too much during bathtime? Was it when he begged to stay up to finish a movie that was on tv? No, couldn't be that, the other cubs had too, and the Dunkin, one of the caregivers, allowed it. J Baby furrowed his brow trying to figure it out. He wasn't due for another checkup for at least a few months, he was passing all of his classes, even gym. Gross. What had he done to be asked to come to the office?

Well, the funny thing about waiting and worrying is that the world continues on. So while J Baby was trying to think of why he was there, the doorknob turned in his paw. Even though he wasn't turning it.

"Well, hello young cub! I was wondering when you'd show up." The big lion's voice startled J Baby from his thoughts and he looked up at Mr. Chain with his mouth hanging open. There was that nervous feeling again.

"I... I... I w-w-was j-j-j-just about t-to-to c-come- come in, S-S-Sir." J Baby stuttered a response. He mentally kicked himself. He was embarrassed about his stutter. He didn't have it bad, at least not all the time. Only when he was nervous. Really nervous. He'd worked very hard to control it. And it almost never came up in school. And especially not in speech class. That was J Baby's favorite class. He worked super hard in that one. When he was up at the podium, he felt in control and when prepared, nothing could frighten him. He was the best in the class. Not that J Baby was the type to boast, but he was very proud of how well he did in there. So it was especially embarrassing that a teen tuxedo kitten who was confident giving a speech in front of teachers and fellow students, was now a stuttering mess in front of Mr. Chain.

"Well, no time like the present, come in boy." Mr. Chain chuckled to himself as he opened the door wide enough for J Baby to enter. J Baby murmured a "Yessir" and found himself in a room that was a combination office and examination room. He hopped up on the exam table and looked down at his shoes. Mr. Chain went to his desk and picked up a large folder.

"How are you doing today little one?" The big lion asked the nervous kitten.

"Fine, Mr. Chain." The J Baby responded. He kicked off his sneakers, already expecting to have to disrobe and be inspected.

"Good. I've just been looking over your file here. It says a lot of good things. Not many problems. It looks as if you're a very healthy and well behaved boy. For the most part."

"Thank you Sir." J Baby was Trying to pull his t shirt over his head, but the collar was stuck on his ears. After amusedly watching the cub's wasted efforts for a moment, Mr. Chain went over to help him. The lion's large golden paws slipped the shirt off and tossed it onto a chair. Finally free from his cotton bondage, J Baby's green eyes met Mr. Chain's. He felt the heat from the lion's paw on his chest and his heart started to flutter. "Uhh. th-th-thank y-you S-s-sir."

Mr. Chain smiled down at the boy. "No problem, at all. Now it says here your name is Justin, but everyone just calls you J Baby. Is that just on account of your name, or because of these?" at that Mr. Chain gave a few pats to the seat of J Baby's pants and the telltale crinkle seemed exceptionally loud in the small room.

"Uh...I I guess both Sir." J Baby bit his lip. He was one of the bigger cubs here, but he was kept in diapers. And often treated like a much younger cub. Not that he didn't enjoy it. And if he was being honest, needed it. But, he was a little embarrassed.

"No need to be embarrassed, boy. Now let's get you undressed as there is something important we must discuss." Mr. Chain began to unbutton the kitten's jeans after lightly swatting the boy's hands away. Soon J Baby was naked, except for his diaper on the exam table. The bright white contrasting with his purple fur, but complementing the white tummy that was full of butterflies.

"Discuss, w-wh-what do we need to discuss Sir?" Oh no. Here it comes. What did he do wrong? What was wrong with him? J Baby grabbed his tail in his paws and started to breath faster and faster.

"Nothing serious, just something I think is important to address. You're a young cub and young cubs like you can get distracted. And let themselves and idle paws get themselves in trouble. Maybe do things a bit too much? Maybe more than they should? Just a bit."

J Baby tilted his head in confusion. He didn't mean...

"Maybe they sometimes play with their weenies too much?" Mr. Chain patted the front of J Baby's diaper.

Oh no, he did mean...

I'm of the opinion that cubs like you need a little protection now and then. Like safety seats in a car, padding for accidents, and protection, sometimes from themselves." On that Mr. Chain walked back to his desk and picked up something that J Baby hadn't seen. Something if he had seen he would have panicked as soon as he walked in. It was a "Protector".

J Baby had heard about these. They were these plastic contraptions that went on your weenie. They prevented you from being able to rub yourself. The other boys at school whispered about them and how terrible an idea they were. The very idea that they were called "protectors" was laughable. Protector from what? Feeling good? Totally not fair! The commercials were something of a joke. They'd show a cub in goth clothing, spiked wristbands, eyeliner, combat boots, the works. Then it would show a parent talking about how rebellious they were. Then they'd show the protector and blah blah blah responsibility blah blah blah, then show the kid with his shirt tucked in, standing at attention instead of slouching, looking "smart". Yeah, smart, whatever that meant. The boys at school all said they knew someone with a cousin who wore one. Some even said that the guys in the athletics department wore one before games. J Baby thought the idea of one of the big mean jocks stuck in a protector not able to rub himself was funny, but the idea of himself wearing one... that was scary.

Now, here he was, face to face with one in its focus group approved packaging. No matter how many skateboards, surfboards, or suns wearing sunglasses you put on it, there was nothing fun about this product and any cub unlucky enough to see one knew it!

"It took me some time to find this one, not every place carries one this... size." Mr. Chain self corrected as he went on to explain how it worked. All the parts, how it was made to not hurt, all the virtues of how good it was. None of it did J Baby pay attention to. All he could think about was that his favorite toy was being taken away!

"M-Mr. Chain, do I really hafta? I mean, please! I don't do it too much! Really?"

Mr. Chain just calmly shook his head. "No, little cub. This is for your own good. You need to trust me. I know what I'm doing and what is best for you. And besides, it isn't like it's going away forever. We're just gonna have some new rules for you. Mr. Chain laid out the new rules. They were:

1. On weekdays it goes on after breakfast and stays on during school and when you get home. Once all your homework is done for the day and after it's been looked over, it comes off.
2. On weekends when we have chores, it goes on after breakfast and stays on until all the chores are done.
3. If you get fussy or impatient about it coming off, it stays on for another thirty minutes
4. If you misbehave, tease younger cubs, or get in trouble with school, it may go on again for another hour, in addition to any spankings or sentences you have to write.
5. Caregivers will not tease you about your chastity in front of others, unless you are misbehaving
6. Once it is off for the day, you are free to have "wee wee fun"

"And I think those are some very fair rules, don't you think so?" J Baby just nodded. The rules did seem fair. I mean, kinda. He sighed a big sigh. Mr. Chain just chuckled knowingly. "Alright, well, I think it might be good to just test this out, make sure it fits and everything. This way you can get used to it a little before tomorrow." Mr. Chain handed J Baby the plastic prison and gently pushed him down onto the table. J Baby held it in his hands, curiously examining it all over. It was smooth, small, and clear. As he looked at it, Mr. Chain untaped the cub's diaper. J Baby was still dry, so he only had to slip the protector on and tape the diaper back up.

"Here we go. Just slide this part under your little sugar plums, and this slips over your weenie, and *click* there we go. All done. Nice and protected." Mr. Chain then expertly taped J Baby up and picked him up off of the table. Just like that! Just suddenly all done.

J Baby didn't know what to do. It was so quick he didn't get a chance to look at it locked up. Did he want to see it locked up though? He looked up at Mr. Chain. He bit his lip and pleaded a bit with his eyes. Mr. Chain knew the boy wanted to take it off, but he he wasn't going to budge on this. He did however untape the diaper so J Baby could take a look at it. "See? It's still there. It's just waiting on you. Nice and safe. It won't get sore from being rubbed too much. It's like a book on a shelf, put away until it's time for it." J Baby sniffled and nodded. There was no changing the lion's mind. He was just gonna have to get used to his wee wee being under control.

"Funny how something so tiny could cause a little guy so much frustration" joked the lion.

Mr. Chain helped J Baby get dressed. Even slid the boy's shoes on for him, which J Baby enjoyed. He gave the boy a reassuring hug and then sent him on his way with a paternal smack on J Baby's diapered bottom. Unfortunately J Baby hadn't expected a couple of younger cubs to be waiting in the hallway when he got out of the office.

"J Baby has a wee wee cage! J Baby has a wee wee cage!" One particularly rowdy tiger cub shouted down the hallway and the other eavesdroppers scattered away. He could swear one of the other caregivers snickered under his breath, but stopped when J Baby turned to see which one. This was going to be a long week.

J Baby passed the hours until bedtime by watching cartoons and playing a board game with some of the other cubs. He helped them with the rules and made sure they had water in their sippy cups. And he went out to the backyard with them to jump on the trampoline. After dinner was over he was allowed to have his protector taken off. He blushed at it and Dunkin, one of J Baby's favorite caregiver's zipped it away in a leather case and put it on the shelf in his closet, next to the uniform J Baby would wear to school the next day. After his bath and brushing his teeth and bedtime rituals, after being tuced into bed, J Baby slipped his purple paw over his diaper. It crinkled loudly. He gave himself a few rubs, with his left paw and held his stuffed bear tight to him with his right. He drifted off to sleep, worried about how he's get through the day.

Well, ready or not, the next day came. J Baby, try as he might, couldn't make breakfast last forever. As delicious as the pancakes were, he needed to get to school. And Dunkin's second time clearing his throat made him realize he really needed to not push his luck any further. You don't test an orc's patience. He scooted his chair back and took his plate and glass of milk to the kitchen and Dunkin handed him the leather case. He gave him a smack on his bottom and pointed him in the direction of Mr. Chain's office. Mr. Chain was busy at his desk working on paperwork. When J Baby reluctantly knocked on the open door. "Ah. J Baby. Time for school, huh?"

"Yes Sir. If you're busy I could-"

"Nope, not too busy. Come on over, let's get you ready for your day." And once again, J Baby was locked up. "Now off you go, don't be late. Do good, my boy."

In school, J Baby was sure everyone knew. How could they not? Surely he must have a big neon sign floating above his head about his "wee wee cage". Surely everyone knew. But, funny thing about school. Everyone is kinda worried about their own troubles. Nobody was looking at J Baby or cared about his protector. So, he went to class. And, with a couple of exceptions (like a particularly handsome husky teacher) he hardly thought about it. He did his work, feeling much more focused than usual. He was getting more work done than he usually did before the bell rang. And once home had less homework to do. He was thankful for that.

Once he was done and his homework was looked over and okayed, he was allowed out of his protector. He was really excited to be allowed out. After going up to his room to have fun, he went back downstairs. He helped set the table for dinner and helped get the others cubs ready too. He also had another sticky mess for his next diaper change. He blushed when the caregiver pointed it out.

The rest of the week went pretty much the same. He had breakfast, got dressed, got locked up, went to school, did homework, and then got released. Only Wednesday did he have any problems. During gym he was sure one of the other boys saw his protector. And caregivers were all busy helping the younger cubs get ready for a scout meeting, so they were too busy to let him out of his protector. So he started getting cranky and trying to interrupt them and that earned him a penalty. His cries of "No, please I'm sorry! Not more time!" Only earned him a one way ticket to the corner to stand in. Pouting and stewing for a while. Corner time was one of J Baby's least favorite things because you just have to stare at the wall and think about what you did. At least he wasn't there with a red hot bottom on display.

After that the rest of the week went smoothly. J Baby was not gonna get too antsy any time soon. Saturday was usually a fun day and the cubs ate cereal watching tv in the den. After a few hours though it was time for chores. The younger cubs mostly just had to do easy stuff like put away toys, help clean their rooms, that sort of stuff. Everyone in the home did something to help. This week J Baby's job on the chore wheel for the bigger cubs was mowing the lawn. Ugh. J Baby wasn't fond of yard work. And as far as he was concerned mowing the lawn was the worst chore on the list. Even worse than vacuuming the entire house. But, even with that dreaded chore in front of him, J Baby knew he had to do what he had to do. So J Baby slipped on a pair of shorts and his old sneakers and grabbed his earbuds. Opening up the garage to pull out the old mower he had a thought to himself. Normally when faced with this he'd try to hide in a corner and "procrasturbate" but today, he felt like, well, like he just needed to get into gear. So he pulled the cord and started mowing.

Once J Baby's chore was done he put the mower away and snuck into the kitchen to grab a cup of lemonade from the fridge and wash his face. As he was gulping down the beverage he noticed that one of the other cubs, a really nice koala bear was having trouble with his chore. He helped him carry tools and supplies out of the garage and to the shed. He ended up helping carry a lot of stuff, but he was glad to be able to help.

After it was all done he went upstairs to wash up and wait for Mr. Chain to be ready to release him. He jumped up with excitement when Mr. Chain walked into the living room. He excused himself from the other cubs who were playing video games. He bounced over to Mr. Chain who caught him in a hug. "My my, who is this happy boy?"

J Baby blushed as Mr. Chain tok his paw and lead him to the office. Once they were inside Mr. Chain closed the door. "So, J Baby, it's been a week. I think that means we should have a discussion about your progress."

"W-what do you mean S-Sir?" J Baby was getting that roller coaster nervous feeling again. Oh why now? "I thought I'd been doing good, Sir?" J Baby was doubting himself now. He started wringing his hands and thinking back over the past week. He'd been on time to school every day this week, and he was getting his work done. Did one of his teachers say something? He'd done his chores, and he'd played nice with the other cubs. Should he have not won at Candy Land that one time? Had his slip up on Wednesday been that bad?

As soon as the dark doubtful thoughts appeared, they were all cleared away when Mr. Chain uttered the words "You've been doing very good my boy. I'm very proud of you."

J Baby suddenly stopped wringing his hands and looked up at the lion standing before him. Up in the soulful green eyes that sparkled down at him, his golden mane framing him like a halo. Mr. Chain lifted J Baby up by his armpits and sat him on his lap. J Baby felt so... safe. Mr. Chain was very firm, but right now he was so gentle, and kind, and has the big sweet lion rubbed his back, J Baby didn't know why he was ever nervous. He didn't feel like he was on a roller coaster right now, he felt like he was in the arms of someone who cared about him.

"J Baby, do you know why I put you in a protector?"

"Because I need to be under control, Sir?"

"Well, yes, that's true. But there was more to it than that. You're going to find yourself, as time goes on, around people that want you, but not for all of you. Do you know what I mean by that?"

J Baby cocked his head to the side. He wasn't quite sure.

"See, you are a very very special boy. You know that, don't you?"

J Baby blushed "I guess..."

"No. You are. You're a very special boy with a wonderful heart. Say it."

"I- I'm a s-special boy with a w-w-wonder heart."

"That's right. And you should know that you have a lot to offer. Like all you know. You're a very bright boy. All your teachers are very pleased with you. And I've watched you when playing trivia games or Jeopardy is on.You're a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for. And this week you got to focus on that more."

J Baby was blushing, but Mr. Chain just went on.

"And your work ethic. You work hard. You got all your chores done this week and helped others. And don't think it hasn't gone noticed. And you're a kind boy. You make sure everyone feels good and give hugs and "ni ni"s before the cubs go to bed, and hug Dunkin everyday before school. See, that's important stuff that makes you a good boy. And you should know that you have a lot more to offer than just "wee wee fun".

J Baby dropped his jaw. He'd never thought about it like that.

"Playing with your weenie is a lot of fun. I know. It's totally natural to enjoy it. But know that you are more than that. And anyone you meet should value you for more than that. They should value your kindness, your mind, your work ethic. That stuff is important. And weenie time should be special. Something to look forward to and enjoy. Not just something to do because you're bored. Not something to take for granted. You understand, baby boy?"

J Baby had the beginnings of tears in his eyes. He was amazed at how wise the lion was. How did he know so much? And know that J Baby needed this lesson? "M-Mr. Chain..."

"What is it, my boy?"

"I-I think I need to be punished Sir?"

"Why do you say that J Baby?"

"Because, well, I didn't think about it that way. I was so upset about not being able to play with it... I didn't..didnt' think about why. And I got all fussy about.."

"It's ok, sweet boy. You didn't know. And now you've learned. That's a part of life."

"Yes, but Wednesday I got upset and was being-"

"Yes," The lion laughed a hearty laugh "I'd heard about that. But it's ok, we all make mistakes, it's what we do after that matters."

"Yes Sir. But, I, I just feel like, I'd feel a lot better if-"

"You'd feel better after a spanking, is that it?"

J Baby felt silly. I mean, what cub asks for a spanking, much less pleads for one? "Y-yes Sir. May I please have a spanking, to be sure?"

Mr. Chain looked thoughtfully at the kitten on his lap. "Well, normally, I wouldn't for something like this, but, seeing as it means so much to you. And, because I think you need to let something go, yes."

And with that, before J Baby had a second to reconsider he had been bent over the lion's lap and felt a big paw pull down his shorts and diaper at once. And then, all he could think of was that big heavy paw raining spanks on his hiney.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"You're a special boy, J Baby."

Smack! Smack Smack!

"You're loved by everyone here."

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"You've so much to offer this world."

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"You're a good boy, and when you're not, we'll help you be one again."

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

J Baby was in tears by the end of this. Not just because of the pain in his tushy, but because the words were what he needed to hear. Deep in his soul. Because sometimes a little boy's head forgets those things and hears other things instead. And Mr. Chain was there to remind him.

"There there, boy. It's ok. You're ok." Mr. Chain patted the purple and white kitten's back as he got all cried out.

"Thank- thank you, Sir."

"Shh, you're welcome, baby boy." Mr. Chain gave him a kiss on the forehead. "Now, I think it's time to let you out, don't you?"

"Oh! Yes! Yes yes yes!" J Baby smiled again causing the lion to laugh. Boys were all like that, weren't they? Mr. Chain helped J Baby out of his protector and set him back on his lap.

"Well, do you want to?"

"Really? You mean here? Now?"

"Do you want to?"

J Baby blushed "Yes Sir!" The boy slipped his paw down and began to rub himself. He leaned his head onto Mr. Chain's shoulder and started moaning. Just as he felt himself getting close, the lion told him to stop.

J Baby's eyes went wide, but he did. He pulled his paw away from his wee wee and looked at the lion. After a few moments Mr Chain said "Ok, you can continue now." And so J Baby started rubbing again. And again, Mr. Chain made him stop. This went on for a few more minutes. J Baby was going crazy but Mr. Chain just kept his calm smile on. He knew what he was doing. "Control is important. That's our next lesson, boy." As he said this he slipped a claw into J Baby's hole making the kitten gasp. After a few more teasing minutes, finally, Mr. Chain whispered into the boy's ear. "Ok, come. Make creamy for me."

And he did. He made more than usual. Enough to splatter all over his tummy. He was out of breath. He opened his eyes to see Mr. Chain smiling down at him. "Good job, son."