Arkham Asylum had changed ever since a new Warden had been instated, Warden Michael looked like he'd be right at home in a vintage Home Improvement magazine, with his preference towards casual suits and fondness for singers like Frank Sinatra, which was demonstrated thoroughly by him blasting short Snippets before announcements over the intercom,
many changes were made to the asylum, some the inmates liked very much like installing softer beds and more variety in the lunchroom, others... Well
jervis tetch sat in one of the chairs next to the warden's office like a misbehaving child does when he's called to the principles, and he can't help but feel like he's a misbehaving child, he knows he'll be treated like one when he walks through that door, he can hear the punishment being dulled to the Joker, surprisingly the joke is only had to go in there three times the one his ears are privy to is the third
he set his mind to other things, not cabbages or Kings mind, but what led him to sit waiting for a very sore bottom
he knows for certain it's the Joker's fault, damn that clown and his persuasiveness, he should have known any prank the clown suggested would end badly with a new warden in charge, Michael didn't find it very funny when someone had the balls to play a prank on him, and anything Michael doesn't find funny will surely be something that ends in the Pranksters getting a session bent on his desk
it was a very cliche prank the old whoopee cushion Act, on the bright side Jervis thanks, Michael seems to find it a bit funny telling from the little chuckle he lit out after the admittedly hilariously lengthy artificial fart, he hopes that means Michael's going to use one of his softer punishment implements
before his mind can dwell on what sort of item will be impacting on his bum, The Joker walks out the door with a little bit of a limp but not as bad at the last two times he was bent over the warden's desk for being a bad clown, tetch is about to sign and relieve when the woman's voice rings like the nail of a church bell from his office
" don't think the state of the clown is any inclination about the state you'll be leaving this room in, enter now and we can make this quick, but I assure you it won't be painless"
the Hat of screws in obediently, next the cabinet he stores his softest punishment implements stands the warden. Putting up the clownously colored riding crop, he turns to look at the hatter the usual kindness in his eyes switch for Parental disappointment, jervis notes with Dawning dread at the level of Parental disappointment is something he's only seen when Michael had dragged off zazz for trying to stab a fellow inmate
" I am very disappointed in you jervis, not only did you help the clown in this childish prank, you had one of my spare keys, now I'm going to give you the option to tell me where you got it, and if you do I'm only going to give you a paddling"
jervis knows he should squeal, but he's far too spooked at the violence that will be done upon him if Lyle finds out he told the warden that he slipped him one of the keys, the intimidating ex guard turned inmate had only been taken to the Wardens office once, that was not long after the warden came into power and called everyone in to show them how this ship was going to be operated from now on, they all got a taste of what would happen if they broke any of the wardens rules, they were struck for every crime the committed outside of the walls of Arkham. jervis remembers Lyle cried like a baby, but before the hatter can reconsider and start blabbing Michael tisks and makes his way to a black dresser right next to his desk
" wait, I'll tell." but he's cut off by the doors of the dresser being slowly opened and that familiar rabbit headed cane being pulled from its perch
" you made your choice tetch, now get into place, and you can tell me after we're done" the hatter hangs his head in submission of his fate and walks like he's marching to his death to bend over the warden's desk, he slips down his uniform pants, and at a clearing of the warden's throat slips his underwear down as well
the first blow sends a ripple of pain, not only physical but some sort of spiritual pain as well, he's very Soul feels the weight of his sins be slammed into it like the cane upon his bottom, he doesn't know what sort of sorcery is infused in this instrument but he knows in his very soul that he deserves this sort of pain, not only for the naughtiness he committed today but also for the countless wrongdoings he's committed in his lifetime, another blow to both Body and Soul feels like a slap of Miss Pleasant's hand upon his cheek, a slap that he had never experienced but feels like he deserve, yet another feels like the ruler of Miss brumbleberry his old math teacher, a blow he had gotten in his life when he had wrote very harsh profanity on the Blackboard, yet another feels like one of his mother's spoons, another blow he had gotten we need snuck in a cookie before dinner, the last blow feels like that he got at his birth the blow that sent him into life
and the deed was done, he is both red of butt and face, the tears staining his cheeks both caused by pain of body and soul, he squeals and cries apologies to the warden like he's pleading with God himself to forgive him, the warden slips up his undies and pants, and motions him to sit on a soft chair, he rubs his back like one wood a frightened child and make shushing noises
" are you ready to tell me where you got that key now" Michael says patiently, when Jarvis wipes his eyes enough he looks up and gives a nod
Michael Smiles down at him and the hatter feels like he's being smiled upon by a higher power, it feels like a soothing ointment upon his bruised soul, tears dream down his face, these tears of those of a man who has been forgiven by the closest thing to God he's known in his life
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Warden Michael sits in his office, before him stands Lyle Bolton, shaking like a leaf, God Michael loves seeing men like him coward before something they know is above them, he stands from his desk it opens one of the drawers, from it he pulls out a cane tipped with an m, his personal cane, the most potent of his creations, this bad boy will smack Lyle's soul not only through every time he's gotten a spanking in his lifetime but even far before that past lifetimes of swats to the ass when he's been bad
Lyle tries to defy his destiny, he stands still as a man who knows something far above human understanding is looking upon him can, a simple tapping of the cane upon the ground sends Lyle obediently sprawling himself across the desk
Michael smiles, his Jaws ache to split like a snake's and let out cackling laughter, but he holds back, he's got a reputation to uphold as a strict but kind man, he intends to broadcast this, though it is true he likes to see how bright he can make a bad inmate's behind shine, he does genuinely care for the Rehabilitation of his inmates, so he saves his tackling for after his little warning to the inmates less inclined to try and be good boys and girls
the intercom please some Sinatra before the voice of the warden Pierces the rec room silence like a butter knife through a hot butter
" inmates, I broadcast to you now to make him demonstration to those of you who persist in being little rule Breakers, Bolton please State why you are in my office today" Michael Speaks into the desk Mike he's picked up, he puts it in front of Lyle and races is Kane threateningly when he gets nothing from the man's lips
" I am here because I stole one of the spare keys to the warden's office, and gave it to a fellow inmate so he and another could pull a prank" Lyle's confession spills from him like a tsunami
" good, now then brace yourself this is going to be your bumpy ride" the warden says a chuckle barely hidden in his tone
jervis smiles to himself next to Jonathan and Edward who's similarly grinning like reverent worshipers, at the sound of their benevolent God darling punishment upon a filthy sinner, Bolton's screams are like music to them
needless to say Lyle was on his best behavior from that day forward