Alastor sighed as he twirled his spoon in his coffee, his preferred drink over tea as he sat across from Rosie in her home's parlor. He made it a habit to come over to visit her regularly, the overlord being one of the few people that he enjoyed the company of. There were many people he found entertaining in their misery, but Rosie was a special sort, where he found himself showing genuine care for her as she did to him.

Though he had to admit, sometimes that care did feel a bit overdone. At times she was a lot like an overprotective mother, fawning over him when she could and making sure he was taking care of himself. He found himself a few times on the receiving end of a lecture about keeping up with himself and getting enough sleep, as he was prone to forgoing his most basic needs in order to keep his pride and keep working towards his goals.

Rosie in the meantime looked obviously concerned. Being one of the few people Alastor felt he could confide in, she had become privy to subtle signs of the deer demon not taking care of himself. He would become somewhat irritable, he had subtle bags under his eyes and a tired, annoyed look on his face. His clothes looked unwashed, as did he. She knew he didn't like to bathe but there was quite a difference from his natural musk and him going weeks to months without cleaning himself.

"Alastor, are you sure you're ok?" She asked for what felt like the 10th time since he visited and they started talking. By the twitching in his eye she could tell the repeated question was starting to wear on his psyche, but she was insistent that he tell her what was really going on so she could help.

"I've told you I'm fine, dear. There's nothing to worry your pretty little head about." He said tiredly, still with that smile plastered upon his face that seemed more and more forced by the minute.

Rosie narrowed her eyes a bit. It was one thing for him to not want her to worry about him, but when it concerned his health she could not stand idly by and let it happen. She stood up and took the two steps over to where he was sitting, his ears flicking slightly with the sudden movement as his eyes widened, waiting to see what she was going to do.

Carefully Rosie turned Alastor's head, using a gentle touch to look him over. Seeing what she needed to, she felt his forehead to see if he was running a fever, before putting a hand over his heart to feel the beat. Alastor looked mighty annoyed by this, his smile faltering slightly as she checked him over like a patient.

"Alastor, you have obviously not been sleeping. Not only that, you absolutely reek. When was the last time you washed up? Or washed your clothes at least?" She asked, hands on her hips like an irate mother as she tapped her heeled foot under her dress.

Alastor's ears pinned back slightly at the motherly look she was giving him, feeling a very slight bead of sweat form on his forehead and the back of his neck that he tried not to make obvious. No, he couldn't be scared of her…this was Rosie he was talking about! Sweet, darling Rosie who would never harm a hair on his head! Yet with how she looked at him…he knew that look very well in life, and the fear of it seemed to follow him into the afterlife.

"Well, um…" He paused, trying to think about his answer carefully. On one hand he really couldn't remember when he last washed, but on the other there was no way for her to know that for sure, so he could just lie. But if there was one thing he knew, it was to never lie to Rosie. Not only because it was very impolite and he wouldn't want to break her trust, but he feared whatever consequences she might have planned for him if she caught him in one.

"I…I don't remember…"

Curses, he found himself averting her gaze as he said it, looking very meek as his hands dropped down to the seat of the chair and gripped it slightly, his feet fidgeting on the floor like a chastised child. His smile had faltered more, and in its place was a nervous frown. He hated frowning, but he couldn't help it with the amount of disappointment evident on Rosie's face and how guilty he felt.

"I see. Well that's one thing we need to take care of. We've had this conversation a few times, haven't we? Where you neglected your needs until I had to step in?" She asked in a stern tone that would make any man or woman a little weak in the knees and flustered. And that was exactly how Alastor felt in the current moment.

"Y-yes…" Dammit, he was stammering now! How was she so good at getting to him?! Granted he just hoped this lecture would be quick so they could go back to more pleasant topics, but it seemed she had something else in mind as she walked passed him over to the couch, smoothing out her dress and putting her hands neatly folded in her lap.

"Alastor, come here."

That phrase…it spelled certain doom in big, bold neon letters as Alastor found himself standing on shaking legs and trudging over to her, until he was standing in front of her shivering ever so slightly and looking askance, his eyes wandering anywhere except for on her. He couldn't bear seeing the disappointed and motherly look on her face, the gaze reminding him of his own dearly departed mother. He vaguely remembered once when he accidentally called Rosie "mom", and while she did laugh and tease him about it at the time, it was not something that came up in conversation again afterwards.

Oh if he only knew where he would end up now, it didn't seem so funny now in hindsight.

"Alastor, look at me." Her stern voice drew him from his thoughts, and he winced as he tensed up slightly, his eyes slowly looking to her and seeing the set frown in her face, her eyes narrowed slightly in a knowing manner. She knew what she was doing, and she knew how she was making him feel. Which worked in her favor for what she was about to do.

"I care a great deal about you, Alastor. Much more than I have for a lot of people. I know you know that." She said, her voice calm and gentle, almost intimate as Alastor nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. Satisfied with the nonverbal answer, Rosie continued.

"So you know that it hurts me greatly when I see you doing this to yourself. You're tired, you're cranky, and you're not taking care of yourself. You look like you've barely eaten, you DEFINITELY have barely slept, and I will not stand idly by and allow you to freely destroy yourself just to save your own pride. So, this is how this will go." She spoke in a very no-nonsense tone, one that commanded obedience while still having a caring undertone in it, where he would know she was only doing it out of care and concern for him.

After a moment of silence to make sure he was listening, she continued. "You have shown me that you cannot take care of yourself right now. After we are done here I will have you sign a contract that states that I will take guardianship over you for a while while you take a break." At that Alastor's eyes widened, a blush on his face as his breathing quickened slightly.

"W-what…? You…you want to own me?"

"Not own, this will not be like a soul deal. But you will lose a lot of privileges and agency like choosing where to go and what to wear, and you will have some rules to follow while under my care. Essentially, you are going to be like my small child who I will take care of and get back on the right track." She stated.

As this was laid out to him, Alastor couldn't believe what he was hearing. Him, of all demons, being essentially babied by Rosie!? His reputation would plummet!

"N-no…No no! I refuse! Y-you can't do this! I am not a child, Rosie!"

"Yet you act like one with your inability to care for yourself and the fights you pick when you neglect your sleep. I am not taking no for an answer, Alastor. I care about you too much to let this go."

Alastor trembled where he stood, his hands clutching into fists. "I-I can take care of myself! It's just been difficult with everything going on! Besides, what about my job at the Hazbin Hotel?" He asked, hoping that could be his trump card out of this situation.

"You'll still be able to help Charlie out at the hotel, but I will be staying with you for the time being to make sure you're doing what you need to. I can have someone look after the town while I'm gone."

Oh…oh that was even worse. He could possibly, MAYBE stand this if it was just him and Rosie, but bringing Charlie into this? Angel Dust? Vaggie? Husk? Niffty? He would never be able to face them again after this!

His thoughts were interrupted by Rosie speaking again. "But first, we have to take care of your current naughtiness." With that, she swiftly took hold of his arm and guided him over to her side, and despite some pathetic wriggling from Alastor she was able to heft him up and place him squarely over her knees, Alastor grunting as his stomach met her thighs. It had been a long, long time since he had been in this position, and he never thought he would be in such a position ever again. Lo and behold, here he was, about to get a firm spanking over his friend's lap.

"Wait! Wait, Rosie, think about this! Y-you don't need to do this! Um…l-like you said, I'm in a fragile state, you…you wouldn't want to hurt me when I'm like this, would you?" He tried to bargain with her, even flashing a toothy, albeit nervous smile up at her as he looked over his shoulder at her.

Rosie did not look amused, and shook her head. "If you're in such a state, dearie, then maybe it'll be easier to make you more agreeable to my terms." She said before her thumb hooked into the waistband of Alastor's pants and underwear, deftly sliding both of them down his legs until they rested below his knees. Alastor of course blushed and made his displeasure known. "W-wait, stop! No!"

"Yes, Alastor. All of your spankings will be on your bare bottom so I can see what I'm doing and so I can be sure a little fawn is learning his lesson." She scolded as she felt him squirm over her lap, kicking his legs and flailing his arms to get any sort of leverage to push himself up. Either end of him was being supported by the couch, but even then he didn't have the strength to get off of her lap or the leverage to roll away or push himself off. Even if he tried she put a firm hand on his back near his shoulder blades and pushed him back down.

"No, no. Down. Dowwwwn…there, good boy." She said as she pushed him down on the couch, the deer huffing and whining as his chest made contact with the cushions. He couldn't help but blush as Rosie talked down to him like a child, and as she moved her hand back to his hips to hold him steady, he grabbed a throw pillow and clutched it to his chest in preparation for the onslaught.

It took another couple of moments while Rosie got herself situated, but soon enough her hand raised up and fell down onto Alastor's pristine bottom with a loud THWAP!

"GAH!" Alastor yelped, his knees bending inward immediately and his ankles trembling as the sting made itself known on his bottom. Rosie was careful, she used enough strength to make her slaps sting immensely and not cause injury, ensuring Alastor would be able to take a great deal of spanking before she would consider him done.

Nodding to herself, Rosie continued smacking her palm down on the deer demon's round bottom, smacking from just below his little deer tail to the lower part of his rear, alternating cheeks every couple of smacks in order to get an even coating of sting all over Al's poor bottom.

Meanwhile Alastor at first was set on being stoic after his initial yelp, taking deep gulps of air to keep himself from making any noise and gritting his teeth in order to somewhat bear the burn in his bottom that was steadily growing. However what he couldn't hide was how squirmy he was, his feet especially drummed into the couch cushions behind him and his hooves curled inward inside his shoes, and after some time he would arch his back up to try and push himself off in the other direction, ass first. That was only met by Rosie holding him down even firmer and popping his thighs 5 times, making him squeal and beat a frantic tattoo into the couch.

After a solid minute of nothing but smacking and Alastor trying to contain himself, Rosie began to speak once more.

"I should have done this the first time you were neglecting yourself. Honestly I was naive in thinking this wouldn't become a habit." She scolded, her smacking not letting up one bit as she heard Alastor's breathing become more ragged and his ears pinned back, the radio demon clutching the throw pillow for dear life and looking like his claws were threatening to puncture the poor thing.

"I am always reminded of how young you really are, dearie. Clearly you aren't ready to be a big boy yet. You need someone looking after you." At that Alastor shook his head rapidly, starting to grunt and whine quietly as the sting was becoming too much for him to keep stoic. He rubbed his feet into the couch from the pain, trying to distract himself in any way from the burning in his rear as he squirmed and writhed his hips back and forth, trying desperately to get his ass out of the line of fire. But no matter where it was Rosie was able to find it and smack it soundly without fail.

"Don't worry though. Mama Rosie will make things all better. Her little fawn won't have to worry about a thing when she's in charge." He could hear a hint of a playful smile in her voice, but he wasn't smiling in the slightest. Forgoing the pillow he scratched at the couch now, which thankfully Rosie had custom-made to be durable against even the toughest of claws, so all his scratching did was let her know this spanking was getting to him.

After another few moments of the only sounds in the room being Rosie's palm hitting flesh and Alastor's increasing sounds of distress, Rosie finally stopped and rubbed Alastor's back. "I think we're starting to get somewhere, Alastor. Now I need you to get up for me and take a little breather before we continue."

Continue!? How could they continue when his bottom was so sore!? He whined, a sound he tried to hide as he began to protest. "N-no! Please Rosie, I-I think you've made your point! I'll…I'll take better care of myself!"

"I'm glad to hear that, Alastor. That tells me this is working. Now I need you to stand up so that I may get something while you take a little break." Rosie insisted, patting his bottom a bit to encourage him. Alastor took a few deep, shaking breaths to compose himself before slowly standing up with a light groan, not wanting to show weakness, even in front of his best friend. He slowly reached back to rub out some of the sting, when Rosie grabbed his hand and led him over to where the two of them had been sitting.

"Now, you're going to stand here and hold onto the chair while Mama gets something. No rubbing, just let it burn and sting for a bit while you reflect on why I'm having to spank you." She admonished as she wagged her finger at him, before gently moving his hands to clutch onto the back of the metal chair, the deer shuffling his feet in discomfort as indeed he felt the massive stinging burn in his bottom from the hand spanking.

Satisfied and knowing he wouldn't dare move, Rosie nodded before strutting away down the hall to the kitchen, keeping an eye on Alastor every so often as she fished around for what she was looking for. Soon she did find it, patting the head of a large, sturdy wooden spoon on her hand as a small test. Yes, this would do just nicely for warming a naughty boy's bottom, as well as possibly fostering a smaller mindset in him.

Alastor meanwhile shuffled in place where he stood, breathing heavily through his nose as he tried to compose himself. He debated escaping, just pulling up his pants and leaving. But he knew for one he didn't want to lose Rosie's companionship, and for another he did not want to know what would happen if she found out he ran. So he stayed put, his pants and underwear pooled around his ankles now from all the squirming he had been doing.

His ears perked slightly as he heard the click of Rosie's heels on her wooden floor, signaling she was returning to him. He glanced over his shoulder a bit as he saw her come towards him, trying to hold back a whimper as he spotted the wooden spoon in her hand.

"Good boy, you stayed right where I told you. Now, let's go back over to the couch and continue our discussion." She said, before taking his arm and beginning to guide him back over to the couch.

Alastor wasn't having it however, and immediately dug his shoes into the floor and pulled at his arm to try and get away, his other hand trying desperately to pry her grip from his arm. For one of such power, he looked like a small child refusing to be put to bed.

"Ngh! No! R-rosie there is no need to do this! This is insane! I am not a small child that you can chastise and drag around! Unhand me NOW!" He demanded, his voice carrying around the living room with its sheer volume and force. Dammit now he was starting to SOUND like a petulant child…

Rosie's smile quickly turned to a frown, and she fixed that firm, motherly stare onto Alastor when he started to protest. Swiftly she took his chin in her other hand, forcing the deer demon to look her in the eyes as she spoke.

"Alastor, this IS happening. As I said before I am not going to keep standing by and letting you destroy yourself for the sake of your pride. You are getting spanked until I say you are finished, and then you are going to be put down for a long nap. When you wake up, you will be in my care until I deem you ready to fly on your own." She admonished in a low voice, and what she lacked in volume she made up for in spades by the weight of her words themselves. It shook Alastor to his core, and before he could respond to any of it Rosie bent down and removed Alastor's pants and underwear entirely, knocking his shoes off in the process and revealing his hooves.

Alastor's blush intensified as he was fully left standing half-naked in the sitting room, one hand going to cover his private areas before Rosie continued to drag him to the couch, this time without Alastor pulling back before she stood him in front of the couch and began to maneuver him, putting her hands on his shoulders and adjusting him so he was laying on his back on the couch. Alastor felt so exposed in this position, but that soon became the least of his worries when Rosie grabbed his ankles with one hand and raised them up over his torso, lifting his bottom into the air somewhat and stretching the skin of his bottom slightly. Alastor squirmed in discomfort with a small grunt and a whine, not enjoying this in the slightest especially as Rosie tapped his bottom with the spoon.

"Now, we're going to discuss the terms of this new arrangement, and you are going to lay there and listen while Mama talks." She said, tapping his bottom a couple more times before raising the spoon higher and slapping it down onto his right cheek with an impressive SMACK!

"Owww!" The sharper sound and sting made Alastor's eyes widen and he couldn't contain the surprised and pained yelp, and his instinct was to try and squirm away from the pain, but Rosie held his legs up in a firm grip so he was barely able to move at all.

"Much better. Now." She said before continuing her onslaught of sharp, swift smacks to the full of Alastor's bottom, alternating cheeks but hitting in generally the same spot to build up the sting.

"First rule, unless I say otherwise you are to call me Mommy or Mama. I will accept Mama Rosie, but if you call me by my name when I have not given you permission I have no issue taking your pants down right where you stand and warming your bottom until I'm sure you will remember. Do you understand?" She asked, the smacks of the spoon unrelenting as she spoke and her voice carrying over the sound of the spoon and Alastor's sounds of discomfort.

"Y-y-yes! Yes!" Alastor choked out, his hooves wiggling and curling with each swat of his sore rear. He could swear he felt a pressure in the back of his eyes, and he hoped upon hope that he wouldn't be driven to tears by this.

"Yes what?" Rosie asked, swatting his thighs twice in rapid succession which made Alastor squeal and whine.

"Y-yes, Mommy! Oww ow ow!" He whined, his whole upper body squirming on the couch and his back arching up in a futile attempt to wiggle away. Nevertheless Rosie kept at it, the large head of the spoon covering a decent amount of each cheek each time she brought it down and painting his bottom a rosy dark pink by this point, just bordering on red.

"Second rule, you are to obey and respect Mommy all the time, every time. After your nap, you have no agency at all. I will decide what you wear, what you eat, where you can go and what you do. If I say it is bedtime, it is bedtime. If it is bathtime, it's bathtime. If I put you down for a nap, you best go to sleep or you can expect taking a warm bottom to bed. Understand?"

"Y-yes Mommy! Yes, yes, please! S-stop!" He begged, his breathing becoming more hitched and irregular as he tried to keep himself under control. He could feel he was steadily losing his composure, not sure how much more he could take before he would break.

"We're not quite there yet, Alastor. I know it hurts, but it's a good reminder that Mommy is in charge now and you need to take care of yourself. Just be good and listen to Mommy. It's ok to cry, Alastor. I won't think any less of you if you do. Let out all of those nasty feelings and let Mommy take care of you." Her voice lowered into that intimate, soft tone again, gentle and soothing as she rubbed the spoon in circles on his now red bottom. She had planned to get him to tears, to break him so she could build him back up properly. He'd first have to let go of that pride he carried so close, so with a heavy heart she continued, patting his bottom a few times before starting up again.

This time she spanked the exact same spot, targeting his left cheek solely for a good while which she knew from the expressions Alastor was pulling he despised. It did not take long for him to squirm even more, writhing in place and his sounds of distress becoming louder and more vocal. He couldn't find it in him to keep stoic anymore, just hoping that something, anything could make her stop.

"Aaaahhh owww! OW OW OWWW! OWWW! AAAHHH! S-stop! Stop, STOP! PLEASE! OWWW! Awww ohhh! R-ro-M-m-MOMMY! STOP! AAOWW! It hurts! Please!"

Rosie had to smile a bit to herself. She didn't stop, wanting to foster a smaller side in him as she continued smacking the same spot for a bit longer, seeing the spot become a deeper red before finally moving to the right cheek to repeat the same process.

She could see a brief flash of relief on Alastor's face, before he seemed to realize his other cheek was about to get the same treatment. Indeed he was right, and Rosie was relentless as she laid into him, ignoring his squirming and twisting over the couch, trying to roll himself over to get away but being unable to escape her grasp. He reached toward the floor as he rolled somewhat onto his side, grasping for something imaginary to pull him away as tears began to leak out of his eyes at long last. His whimpering and whining had developed into full cries, and they slowly became more wet and louder with each passing moment.

"P-please! Please, please n-no more! Please! Owwwhooowww! It hurts, it hurts so bad! Mommy! I-I can't take anymore! OWWW! MOMMMYYYYY! AAAHHHHH!" He cried out, letting out a loud wail of anguish and pain as the sting in his bottom had reached its apex, and Rosie looked at the glowing deep red orbs in front of her, feeling quite satisfied with her work thus far as she watched Alastor squirm and sob brokenly, unable to contain himself anymore and releasing all of his inhibitions in the moment.

"Oh, there there, little one." She cooed as she gently lowered his legs, Alastor giving a wet and soft hiss as his bottom made contact with the cushions of the couch. Slowly Rosie lifted him up into her arms, despite being ever so slightly shorter than him she cradled him closely to her, resting his head on her shoulder as she supported his rear with one arm and rubbed his back with the other. Alastor found he couldn't help himself and hugged her back, seemingly eager now for a gentle touch after going through so much pain.

"There we go. Mommy's here. Everything will be alright." She cooed in his ear softly as she carried him to the guest bedroom. Yes, a nice nap would do Alastor some good, especially since the poor thing had been so tired already.

When she arrived at the guest bedroom she opened the door, heading over to the bed and sitting on the edge of it still holding Alastor close as his breathing slowly calmed. He hadn't moved much since she held him, resting against her and seeming to welcome her warm embrace. Rosie continued to caress him and pet him, humming a soft lullaby as she rocked him back and forth gently, like a mother would to soothe an infant.

Soon enough, whether it was from being worn out from the spanking or the fact he was already exhausted, or maybe a combination of both, Alastor found himself fast asleep in her arms, and that was around the time Rosie was able to set him in bed, drawing back the covers and laying him down gently on his stomach before tucking him in and petting his hair.

"Sweet dreams, my little fawn."