| Title:
| No Title
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| Name:
| Samantha
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| Email:
| Not shown
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| Gender:
| Female
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| Current Age:
| Not given
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| Posting Date:
| 03/28/10
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| Story Contents:
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| A- Post-toddler (4-8)* | | R- Sisters, other girls* |
| | B- Pre-teen (9-12)* | | S- Babysitters |
| | C- Teen (13-17) | ● | T- Masturbation |
| | D- Adult (18+) | | U- Sexual situations |
| | E- Cloth diapers* | ● | V- Gay |
| | F- Disposable diapers | | W- Erections |
| | G- Pee | ● | X- Bedwetting | ●
| | H- Poop* | ● | Y- Accidents |
| | I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* | | Z- Punishment/Diaper Discipline | ●
| | J- Multiple diapers* | ● | 1- Female Domination* | ●
| | K- White diapers* | | 2- Enemas | ●
| | L- Mother | ● | 3- Restraints | ●
| | M- Father | | 4- Crying | ●
| | N- Aunt | | 5- Spanking | ●
| | O- Uncle | | 6- Humiliation |
| | P- Brothers (diapered) | | 7- Babying | ●
| | Q- Brothers (not diapered) | | 8- Regression |
| | | | 9- Baby paraphernalia |
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
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| Summary:
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A boy is punished because he has been doing badly at school.
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| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
[?]:
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9 (45%)
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I heard a slam as my mother put down the phone. She had just finished
talking to my 7th grade teacher, Ms. Chung. I already knew what it was
about, me failing math, science, and history. My mum called out to me
"I'm going out for a little while, honey, you can go play with you
friends,� so I did. I came back at around 5, and my mum already had
dinner on the plate-- mashed potatoes, french fries, steak and a big
glass of orange juice. I ate it all and guzzled my orange juice. After
that happened my mum came in and told me my punishment for failing math
was having to go to bed at 6 o'clock every day, and at 5 on the
weekends. I wasn't very mad, but I wondered what my punishment for
history and science would be.
As I went to bed I felt extremely tired, I plopped down onto my bed
when I got there and fell asleep immediately. Little did I know that my
mum had put a fast-acting sleeping pill and 2 laxatives in my orange
juice. I woke up the next morning something wasn't right, I felt all
sticky and damp, I looked down and felt my sheets; they were wet. I
sniffed the air, it smelt like pooh. I realized I had just wet and
pooped in my bed. I hadn't down that for 7 years. I was horrified, what
was my mum going to say? As it turned out my question was soon
answered. A few seconds later after I had thought this she came into my
room saying, "What's wrong, Michael?" I replied sheepishly, saying I
had wet and pooped the bed. "It is okay Michael, it happens once in a
while. Why don't you take a shower and go play outside with your
friends? I will clean this up."
"Thank you,� I replied and left to take a shower. I played outside that
day all day and then went to a sleepover at my friend�s house.
THE NEXT DAY
I came back home very happy forgetting that I had failing grades and
still had to be punished for..... I went up to my room and was shocked
there was a crib where my bed was meant to be a changing table, a
playpen and a paddle was hung on top of that!!!! LIke OMG!!!! MY mum
came in with 5 towels in her hand and some pins and said, "This is you
punishment for failing science," and held up the towels and gestured
around the room, I was confused at first but then my mum pushed me onto
the changing table and strapped me to it.
These are the rules, Michael:
1. You will wear 3 to 7 diapers each changing
2. You can not touch the diapers
3. You will sleep in a crib
4. You will eat baby food
5. You will act like a baby unless your friends come over then you have
to wear 8 diapers.
6. You will crawl.
7. You will call me Mummy.
8. You will be punished if you are naughty
9. You will only talk baby talk unless you are at school. Then you soon
will be incontinent and you will regress to be my baby, until I decide
you are mature and smart enough to grow up but for now you are going to
be my baby.
10. You will refer to your diapers as didi's
11. You will cry if you are wet, messy, hungry or tired.
"NO WAY!!" I yelled, and that yell earned me my first 2 punishments.
"All right, mister," my mum said, "You just earned your first 2
punishments." she pulled me over her lap and started spanking me, hard,
I was crying and yelling out for her to stop and she replied, "The more
you talk like an adult the more you will be punished."
I shut up then. Then when she had finished slapping me 100 times on
each cheek, she strapped me to the changing table. The cloth diapers (I
realized) were under me. I was scared of what was going to happen next.
My mum came back with a bag of water( actually had soap in it so he
would cramp more) and sat down next to me and doused the tip to it with
vaseline, and then stuck it up my butt hole. The water started pumping
out of the bag. She finally finished and I looked like a pregnant
person, I thought she was done BUT she came back with another bag of
water and we repeated the process. When she was done, she flipped me
over and started to lather me in baby oil, and then sprinkled a lot of
baby powder on me. Once she was done she taped up the cloth diapers and
said "Aw, baby Mikey looks so cute in his 9 diapers, I hope he doesn't
make a mess in them soon because I don't have time today until 3 to
clean them up. Oh well, I know he wont make a mess in them, would you
Mikey?"
She then looked at me, I replied, "No, Mummy, me make no stinky in
didi's until free."
She then smiled at me and pulled out the biggest pair of snap on
plastic pants I had ever seen, they had skateboarders all over them. As
she pulled them over my diapers they barely fit. I also heard a little
click when she put them back on.
"Shat was twat cwick?" I asked.
"It is a lock so you can't get out of your diapers if you even want
to."
I shot daggers at her, and then felt my stomach cramp the enema had
gotten to me. I had started pooping right there with my mum right in
front of me she had a smirk on her face, and left. I felt all sticky
and depressed, why had I skipped those classes I thought to myself? I
looked at the clock it was just past 10:30, this was going to be a
very, very long day.