| Title: | My New Babyhood | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Name: | Bob | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Email: | not given | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Gender: | Male | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Current Age: | 13 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Posting Date: | 11/02/08 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Summary: |
Hi, my name is Alaric. I was born in Germany but my parents were killed
since they were cops, I lived for 8 years at an orphanage until I was
adopted.
Note to the reader: Punishment of a minor, and diapering of a child over the age of three. When you see 'and then words' without being inside something someone was saying it's me thinking. |
Part 1: My Beginning This is the story of my life as an American. Okay, so this is my whole life�s story, it all began in Germany where I was born and lived for less than 2 years. Both of my parents were police officers for Berlin and so one day as my parents were going after the usual armed bank robber. He had pulled over real easily which was very odd so my parents went to arrest him but with much caution, the man rolled down his windows and waited for my parents when they got there they were shot and died slowly. After that I was put into the care of a woman that would bring me over to America. In America I was put into a very large orphanage. I lived there for eight years. All twenty boys were put into one room and, the girls which put into another, there were only ten girls at the orphanage, in the boys room every was a family that took care of each other such as the older kids would take care of the babies by feeding, changing, and etc. Part 2: The Orphanage As time wore on I started to draw farther and farther away from the want-to-be parents which made it so that none of them wanted to adopt me. Until one couple named Mary and Gregory Smith, they had one boy my age that they had adopted a couple years ago. They had asked about my past and what happened to my parents. They had adopted me figuring out that the reason that I was so drawn back was because I never really had a childhood. I reluctantly left after taking care of Charlie for the last time, Charlie was one and I had taken care of him since he had came into the orphanage, when the day finally came that I was to be known as Alaric Smith from then on and had to say good-bye to the only family that I had ever remembered. The car ride to my new home was long and was filled with conversation with my new brother Jake. When I finally got to my new home I carried all the belongings I had, which was only two weeks� worth of clothes, and an old baby blanket. Part 3: The Start of a New Life I looked around the very large room and I noticed that I would be sharing a room with my new brother Jake which didn�t bother me at all, since I was used to sharing a room with at least nineteen other boys. I also noticed that there was flat screen TV, two double size beds, it also had a lot of game systems and video games. There was also one laptop that was on the side that looked to be on Jake�s side of the room and there was one that hadn�t been opened yet with a little bow on it I had wondered what it was for. So I figured that these guys were really rich if they could afford two laptops, a flat screen TV, and all those games with game system, but didn�t say anything. And then I looked into one of the two walk-in closets, when I turned on the light and walked to the very back of the closet I was astonished to see two packages of very large packages of adult diapers and was even more amazed at what they looked like baby diapers. When I looked into the other closet I saw that it was going to be mine since the other had all of Jake�s clothes I rushed to look in the other and it appeared to have been used as storage of some old clothes and on the top shelf there was a bunch of un-opened packs of the same diaper brand, then I looked around the rest of the room. Part 4: First Night of a New Life When Jake came into the room to tell me that it was time for dinner, so not knowing where to go since the house was only a little smaller than the general idea of how large a mansion is. While at dinner I chose to ask about where I would be going to school. They told me that I would be homeschooled/private schooled like Jake. After dinner Jake and I were going to go take a long bath and Jake asked if I minded taking a bath together since the bath tub in our shared bathroom was the size of a Jacuzzi including jets and bubbles, and I said of course not since I was used to it. So we got all the stuff we were going to need. But instead of grabbing out my really old pajamas Jake threw me a pair of new ones that they had bought for me. So we stepped in and got changed into bath robes and got into the tub, without the bathrobes of course, we sat on totally opposite sides of the tub. We started to talk to each other and asking each other questions and after about ten minutes later I came to the question that was burning a hole in the back of my mind �Are you a bedwetter?� Jake looked at me with a sort of expression on his face that said it all. �How did you find out?� Jake asked, with a short little voice I responded �I was looking around the room and I looked in the closet and I found a bunch of diapers that looked way too big and too many packages for them to be left over from when you were a baby.� He asked me if I would do him a favor. I asked him what he wanted me to do he asked me, �can you please pretend to wet myself for him?� I just looked at him and he answered my unspoken question, �if you wet yourself then Mom and Dad will put you in one of my diapers so that I don�t have to be the only wearing them.� After we got all dried off Jake asked me if I would change him into his diapers. Well of course I said yes and then I changed him. We started to put our plan into action before mom or dad came up to check on us. I stood there trying to relax all the muscles in my body to get myself to pee in my pants. �I can�t wet myself!� I whined. �Here, take this,� he said while passing a small gel cap pill, �it will help you to wet yourself really quickly.� So I took the pill and only ten minutes later I started to wet myself right in the doorway of the bathroom, As I started to wet myself I felt a comforting wave of wetness and warmth that had been long lost from when I was but a wee baby . When I looked down at myself I saw a large puddle forming at my feet and a pig wet spot that ran all the way down the legs of my old pajamas. Part 5: The Diapering After I stood there for awhile in the same spot that I peed myself in , Mom came in and saw that I had wet myself and I saw that her face turned white with disbelief, she looked at me and just said �I know you don�t know all the rules yet but I am going to have to punish you for wetting yourself,� at this point I started to cry not because I was going to get punished, but because I was getting punished but because the wet spot on my pants started to feel wet and clammy. When I got diapered I was a little uncomfortable seeing as I was still trying to get used to my new family. When my legs were lifted and then set down on the soft, large baby like diaper I felt very comfortable and secure and felt even more secure when the diaper was pulled up and snugly fastened with the tapes. Then Mom told me �now you can get up and dressed.� So I got up and grabbed out the brand new package of pajamas and put them on. I looked at myself in the mirror just to see how the pajamas looked on me since they felt pretty snug in the bottoms, as I looked at myself in the mirror I also looked at what Jake looked like. And the same as me he also had a large bulge where our diapers were. Part 6: The Next day We had decided to move our beds closer together just so that we could talk to each other without having to talk too loud. We started to talk to each other and were talking about what we thought about the diapers and we agreed that they were really awesome as long as no one that could tell anyone else knew about them. We also were excited about tomorrow because it was Saturday and we could lie around in our pajamas all day. When I awoke I was appalled, disgusted, and even more confused. I woke Jake up and told him what happened, �don�t worry its fine it happens to me all the time,� �but you don�t understand, I haven�t wet myself at night since I was five.� I said with the most serious voice I had. I studied Jake�s face for awhile and then he said, �remember the glasses of water I got us last night?� �Yaaaaaaaahh,� �Well, I slipped a diuretic into your glass, I'm sorry.� Before I had a chance to say anything to him, Mom came in and asked if either of our diapers were wet. Jake said �no� and so did I with a desperate quiver, which I knew both were a lie. Mom came over and checked both our diapers and she looked to be very flustered. First, she took me and picked me up; I didn�t way very much, and brought me over to a table that had a changing pad on it definitely big enough for either of us. She untaped my diaper and started to clean me up: �why is she just cleaning me up, when she is so mad.� And then I was expecting her to put another diaper on me and make me wear them all day, then without putting another diaper on me she picked me up completely naked and brought me over to a chair and sat down. With a flurry of emotions and thought, I came back to a memory of when I was in the orphanage and I hit someone really hard because I was really mad and right then I came to the conclusion that I was about to get a bare-bottom spanking when I came back to the real world I noticed that I was already over Mom�s knee. She started the spanking slow, steady, and mildly hard. As the spanking continued she started to go quicker and harder. I tried to not cry but after 15 of Mom�s swats I couldn�t help it, I only counted 20 swats but then I stopped counting because it had just hurt too much but I think that she did 50 swats for the both of us. After she stopped spanking me she carried me over to the changing table and put another diaper on me which help to make it so that my butt didn�t hurt as much but it also made it so that I couldn�t get rub the soreness away from my butt which I think was the point. She continued to do the same to Jake except she spanked him 75 times and he started to cry after just ten she then diapered him and came over to me. She picked me up again and then she picked up a wooden hair brush and started to spank me again with that except over the diaper and she did another 50 swats with that on top of my already sore butt and did the same with Jake.