Some time after becoming a police officer, Nick Wilde, with encouragement from Judy, went to see his mother, Vivian, who he had never seen in years.
Nick took his civilian car over to the apartment building where his mother, Vivian, lived.
Nick knocked on the door and Vivian answered.
"Nick, is that you?" Vivian asked.
"Yeah, it's me, Mom." Nick said as he hugged his mother.
"I saw the reports on TV, I know what you did for the city." Vivian said, hugging back.
"I had a good friend help me, I probably didn't deserve it, though."
"What is that supposed to mean." Vivian asked.
"Oh, I was guilty of tax aviation but for my help, I was pardoned." Nick explained, mater of factly.
Vivian frowned. "Maybe you were pardoned by the city but not by me, young man."
"Mom, what's the big deal?" Nick asked.
Vivian grabbed Nick's ear as if he were a little kit.
"OW! Mom, what are you doing?" Nick asked.
"I did not raise my son to be a criminal, even a pardoned one." Vivian said. "Since I can't take you to your police friends, there is only one other option I see. Do you remember Mr. Stir?"
"The wooden spoon you used too...Mom, please, no!" Nick begged after he realized what his mother was talking about.
"Nope, it's gonna be with Mr. Stir." Vivian said, dragging Nick into the kitchen by his ear
"Mom, I'm 32 Years old!" Nick continued to protest.
"You're never too old for a spanking." Vivian said as she opened a drawer and got out "Mr. Stir". She then sat on a chair and pulled Nick's pants and underwear down.
"Hey, Mom!" Nick wined.
Vivian ignored Nick and put him across her lap, putting one hand on his back and raising the spoon up and whacking it down on the fox cop's rear.
"OW! Mom, that really hurt!" Nick said.
"Spankings are supposed to hurt, no, stop complaining about it." Vivian said.
Vivian continued to spank Nick with Mr. Stir, turning Nick's rear pink under his fur as Nick struggled over her lap and yelped continuously, beginning to cry.
Vivian hated to hurt her son but knew she had to in order to teach him a lesson, he clearly needed it as he seemed not to understand what was so bad about his crime, pardoned or not. she looked at his bottom as she whacked it with Mr. Stir, watching as it turned red though his fur.
"Mommy, I'm sorry." Nick sobbed.
"Almost done." Vivian said as she whacked Nick's sit spots, thighs and the base of his tail a few times in rapid succession.
Nick went limp over Vivian's lap, crying his eyes out.
Vivian put Mr. Stir down on the table and pulled Nick up into a hug and rubbed his back.
"I'm sorry, Nick, that hurt me more then you."
"I know, Mom." Nick said.
"Now, after, you calm down, we can catch up with each other."
"Thanks Mom,, I'd like that." Nick said, still sniffing but calming down.