| Title:
| Punishment of a Bad Boy
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| Name:
| Donny
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| Email:
| [email protected]
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 56
|
| Posting Date:
| 09/20/09, Updated 10/04/09
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| Story Contents:
|
| 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- Baby paraphernalia | ● | 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 | ●
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
|
|
| Summary:
|
How a mother takes care of her juvenile delinquent.
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| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
[?]:
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8 (40%)
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My name is Don I am 13 years old I do what I want and no one can stop
me. My mother is a head nurse at the children�s hospital. She assists
the doctors in the operating room. She works long hours leaving me
alone to do what I want. Dad left us three years ago and I have been in
trouble since I was twelve. Last week I stole a car and beer with my
friends. I was driving when I hit a tree running from the cops. They
arrested me and my friends and took us to juvenile detention. I spent
the night in detention until mom came to pick me up at 11:00AM. I had
an ankle thing that called the cops if I left the house without
permission or mom calling first.
Mom took me. home I found out why she was late coming to get me out of
detention. She had a lock put on my room so I could not get in to my
stuff. She led me to my brothers room. He was just nine-years-old with
the same bedwetting problem. She had a youth-sized crib from the
hospital set up in the room. She even had a strange table with a sink
built into it. I was small for a thirteen-year-old and she was big for
a woman. I was no match for her. If I had to fight her she could break
me in half if she wanted to.
I got scared as she pulled off my T-shirt and told me to sit on the
floor. I forgot about the crib. I was worried about when she was going
to spank me and with what. Mom proceeded to remove my shoes and socks.
What was she doing, is what I was thinking. Next, she unfastened my
belt and pulled off my jeans. I was now wearing only my underwear and
ankle thing.
Mom picked me up like I was a five-year-old and put me on the strange
table and fastened a strap across my chest. Mom took a pair of scissors
and cut my underwear off, leaving me totally naked.
I started to kick and scream, not letting her come close to me until
she told me what was going on. She told me she was going to punish me
for acting like a spoiled two-year-old. She grabbed one leg at a time
and had them secured down to the table; now I was helpless. She could
do to me what she wanted to do.
Mom then used the sink to wash my butt and crotch then shaved what
little private hair I had away. The she took a packet of something and
opened it. I read the lid. It said �sterile� or something, and a word I
could not read. It was a big and long word that had too many syllables.
I asked mom what she was doing. Mom just said, �making it so I will be
better behaved little boy instead of a juvenile delinquent.
I felt some warm, slimy stuff go into my butt crack. Then she started
to put a big hose like thing in my butt. It hurt at first as she put it
in, then the hurt went away. I felt the thing go deeper into me then
she pumped a ball thing. I suddenly felt the need to go poop. I felt
the thing that was inside of me snap. Then she removed the hose thing.
I still felt like I needed to go poop. Mom released from the table and
said go play until she returned.
Mom said she will be back with my new clothes in a few minutes that I
can play with the new toys she bought me. I was a thirteen-year-old,
not a two-year-old. All I could see were toddler toys, something a baby
would play with. There was nothing I really wanted to play with. The
most important thing now is my need to go poop. I need to poop more
than play so I ran to my bathroom. Being naked, all I needed to do was
sit down. Almost before I sat all the way down on the toilet poop came
out without me even releasing it. I wiped my butt my usual way, just a
quick touch of the paper on my butt; then I flushed my toilet.
I had nothing to sit on and no clothes so I sat on a soft padded play
mat that had a toy train on it. Ten minutes later I was bored so I
started to play with the toy train called Thomas. At least that was the
name on the side of it, it made train noises. I was so preoccupied
playing with the train I did not see mom come in to the room. She had a
mat spread out for me to get dressed. She surprised me when she spoke
she told me to come over to her if I wanted clothes to wear. I jumped
up and ran to her. She told me to lie down on the mat she had put down.
She said she needed to diaper me before I had an accident.
I told her I am not a baby! Mom said big boys don�t wet their beds. I
said I don�t wet every night. Mom asked me when my last dry night was.
I could not answer her because it has been a while since I was last
dry. I asked what about Teddy, he still wets his bed, don�t he. Mom
told me Teddy has been dry for over a year now where have I been. I
told mom I am too old to be diapered and play with baby toys.
She told me there is no clothes in the house that will fit me that I
could go naked or wear the clothes she has bought me. I decided since I
was getting cold I had no choice. Mom said there was no one else was
around to see me diapered like a baby my brother is at grandma�s house.
I agreed to let her diaper me so I lay down with my legs in the air
liked I have seen babies do.
Mom quickly lifted me by my ankles put the diaper under my butt let my
butt down on the thick cloth. She pulled the front of the diaper up to
my bellybutton and pinned a triple thick cloth diaper. She used two
pins on each side making a snug fit on my crotch and bottom. She shook
out a pair of nursery print plastic pants slipping my feet into each
leg hole. She pulled my plastic pants up my legs to my diapered bottom.
She used a free hand lifted my bottom off the mat holding my ankles in
one hand she pulled the plastic pants over my diaper with the other.
She then told me to stand up so she can be sure my diaper is covered by
the plastic pants she did not want me to leak all over the place. Mom
carefully checked each leg and my waist to make sure the diaper was
inside my plastic pants. I felt like a little baby mom doing this to
me.
Mom then pulled a short T-shirt with Big Bird on the front of it over
my head. She put one arm at a time in the arm holes with the shirt
around my neck. I have seen my toddler cousin be dressed by my aunt in
the same way. I always put my arms in a shirt first not last. Mom then
cut the ankle thing off my ankle I was free at last.
Mom said it was lunchtime lets eat. I was so hungry the food in
detention was very bad and I did not eat a bite since yesterday
afternoon. I entered the kitchen and saw another surprise. It was a big
highchair I knew with out asking who it was for. I just climbed in the
highchair seat and let mom fasten the belt. She locked the tray in
place tied a bib around my neck. I had no way to get out because the
tray and belt release was out of my reach in the back. I could not see
what mom was fixing me to eat. I heard clanking glass and running the
microwave I knew it would be better that the food at detention what
ever it was. I told mom I needed to pee. She told me to hold it until
after I finish my lunch or go in my diaper like a baby does.
I got quiet at the thought of peeing in a diaper I was not a baby I did
not want that. Mom appeared again with three large jars of baby food.
Mom quickly began to try to feed me baby food. She told me it was this
or nothing. I was so hungry I opened my mouth. Mom spoon in the first
spoonful then the second soon I was gobbling down everything mom put in
my mouth it tasted so good to me. Then she opened a fourth jar this was
my sweet dessert peaches. I loved peaches they were so good she seen me
smile when I ate the first spoonful so she fed me a second one. My need
to pee came back fast and I squirted a small amount of pee into my
diaper. I was able to stop it and did not wet all the way it was not
that much.
Mom started to clean my messy face off when without warning a flood of
pee when into my diaper. I stopped it but not before the cloth was
soaked in the front. Mom held a bottle nipple to my mouth and told me
to suck it down before I can get out of the highchair. It took fifteen
minutes to suck down the bottle as I felt a flood of pee I could not
stop the flow this time. As soon as the pee stopped flowing I felt a
fart go out. The fart felt a little juicy. Opps that was more than a
fart that was poop. I am thirteen years old NOT a two-year-old why did
I just pee and poop in a diaper. I was mad and started to cuss and call
my mom dirty names.
Mom grabbed me out of the highchair carried me into my room kicking and
screaming. I called my mom very bad names as she fastened the strap on
the strange table. Mom proceeded to remove my wet messy diaper. Mom had
me all clean and ready to be diapered again.
Mom released me from the table picked me up and put me over her knee.
Mom started spanking me slowly at first then faster and faster. I was
cussing kicking and screaming not crying. The spanking was starting to
hurt my cussing turned into crying. Soon I went limp and stopped
kicking. My crying turn real with tears and all just like a well
spanked two-year-old.
Mom did not stop until my but was very bright red and my cries turned
into sobs of pain. She put me back on the table and diapered me this
time she used a disposable diaper that had Cookie Monster, Big Bird and
Oscar on it. Mom said these are test market Pampers Cruisers for older
boys. They are made for seven, eight, and nine-year-old kids. She told
me I am in an official diaper testing group since I am going to me
wearing them for a while.
Mom told me the thing she put in my butt will cause me to have the
bowel control of a two or three month old. It holds the muscles that
control my poop almost open at all times. Just a little grunt or push
from your stomach and poop will come out into your pants or diaper. You
already have the pee control of a five-year-old a little more help from
me and you will be a full fledged diaper boy peeing and pooping all the
time.
I asked mom. Why she is doing this to me? She told me I have acting
like a spoiled brat steeling and doing all of the bad things I have
been doing. Now I will be treated like the spoiled brat I have been
acting like. I told mom I will be a good boy I will do what she wants.
Mom said. She knows that I will do what she wants. Where will I run too
dressed in diapers?
I knew she was right no clothes to wear just diapers. My sore butt hurt
so bad mom picked me off the table and sat me on the play mat with
Thomas. I did not want another spanking so I started to play nicely.
Mom walked over to me a snapped a pacifier keeper to my shirt sleeve
and put the pacifier in my mouth. I started to suck it. I started to
feel dizzy within a few minutes and passed out.
I woke up in the crib with a bottle in my mouth the lights out. It was
the middle of the night my diaper felt wet and messy. I wanted my
diaper changed what can I do now I am stuck. I sucked on the good
tasting bottle until it was dry. My diaper started to leak making me
feel cold. My sore butt began to burn so I yelled to mom to help for
help. The pain was getting so bad I could not stop whimpering. Soon I
was crying like a real baby.
Mom came in saying what�s wrong with my baby boy does he need his
diaper changed again. I just cried more as mom picked me out of my crib
and put me on the changing table and changed my wet mess diaper without
even fastening the strap. I was back in my safe crib sucking my bottle
on my way to dreamland I felt so good now.
I woke up wondering where my brother was when mom came to change me I
ask her where he went. Mom told me remember I told you he was a
grandma�s house. Mom did a diaper check then carried me to the changing
table to change my wet diaper I had wet in my sleep twice I have not
done that in years.
Mom carried me to my highchair where she fed me oatmeal and held my
juice bottle. I felt my diaper warm from pee flowing in to it. I did
not release the pee it just felt it came out.
Mom saw the shocked look on my face. Mom said I see you just wet your
diaper without wanting to didn�t you. Mom told me while I was knocked
out she put the same type of a thing in my pee pee that she put in my
butt. Now I have no control of my bathroom needs I am just like a
little baby. Mom told me not to worry in two years my body will have
taken back control because the things she used will be gone and
dissolved away but it takes two years. After that she will potty train
me again.
Mom said that I will start to go back to school next week wearing the
two sets of clothes I pick out at the store. Mom said my room will stay
a nursery where I can come to play with my friends. If I want to go out
with my friends I am free to go.
I decided to stay home and play with my toys alone so no one would find
out that mom turned me into a baby. Mom was right I could feel pee and
poop going out without warning. I was wetting every fifteen minutes and
pooping four or five time a day.
The school told mom they have no place for such a big diaper baby. Mom
found a tutor for me. Mom had a daycare place for me at the hospital
where she worked. It was set up for the class kids under five. The
daycare was divided into three classes the potty trained big kid class.
They had the not potty trained 12 months and up to potty trained kids.
Then they had the baby class for babies not walking. There was no room
for me in the 12 month to potty trained class until one of the kids
graduates to big kid class. The not potty trained had six boys and two
girls the girls were wearing training pants so it should not be that
long.
Mom led me into the class wearing my Big Bird T-shirt and disposable
diaper. I did my diaper waddle down the long hall. I felt like everyone
was looking at me. My diaper felt wet but I could not tell any more if
I was wet or dry. Mom handed me off to Mrs. Miller the caretaker of the
baby room. She led me to the room where I would be staying. Before I
knew it I was on the changing table getting a diaper change in front of
everyone. I guess I was wet.
Mrs. Miller said now it was playtime as my feet hit the floor I ran to
a big spring horsey. Mrs. Miller grabbed me and said not so fast we are
going to take you to the back of the room where the babies stay. I was
put in a baby swing and left to myself. I was not having fun as the
thing swung me back and forth. I fell asleep sucking my pacifier.
I forgot I was a thirteen-year-old. I did not care any more I did not
want my friends to see me diapered like this. Mrs. Miller picked me up
changed my diaper and put me in a highchair to eat lunch all I had was
two bottles of formula then it was nap time. I napped for two hours
then spent the rest of the day in the playpen with two other baby boys.
I messed and wet with very little warning now it just seamed to happen.
The rest of the week went by so fast and having just formula to eat
made my poop so soft and smelled less. I was always wet with little or
no feeling of the pee coming out. I would have a bowel movement within
a half hour of eating it was like clock work. Mom was right what ever
she did to me has made me a baby but being a baby is not that bad I
could play and have fun without being interrupted by bathroom needs.
After a month in the baby room there was room for me in the next class.
The next class was much more fun than being in the baby class. The
first thing I did was run to the spring horsey and rode him for an hour
I was having so much fun now. I climbed off the horsey and started to
play with the building blocks. I had wet and messed again but I could
not feel it I was playing with the big kids now I did not care if I did
need a change.
Mrs. Brown the caretaker or this class said lunchtime as three other
ladies came in the room and put each kid in his own highchair. I was
still on formula but today they tried to feed me a jar of solid food.
After about half a jar of the solid food I spit-up allover my bib. They
told me maybe next week they will try it again.
After lunch was over one of the ladies carried me to the changing
table. She changed me wet mess diaper and put be into one of the cribs.
A bottle was placed into my mouth and I began to suck.
I was awakened by Mrs. Miller changing my wet diaper in my crib while
all the other kids were playing they did not wet their nap diaper. Mrs.
Miller said I was the class wetter now. I ran to play on the five foot
high sliding board and swings outside in the play yard. They had
tricycles to ride too I was having so much fun trying to pick a toy to
play with there was so many to choose from.
Mom picked me up that evening and we went home. She changed my diaper
and sat me in my highchair and started to feed me my meal of formula.
She told me I was not ready for solid food for another two or three
months it will help with the thing inside me. If I eat more solid food
before the three month time is up I will just spit it up like a baby
does.
I slowly sucked two bottles of strange tasting formula. The formula was
not bad tasting just not what I would call very good tasting.
I played around in my room with my toddler toys forgetting all about
being a teenager. My brother was now taking care of my wet diapers and
make sure I stayed safe. I had not thought of doing anything that would
make my mommy mad. Just before 7:30 Teddy called to mom saying Donny
has poopy pew he stinks. Mom walked into the room and sniffed the air
saying some one has a dirty diaper I wonder who that could be. I could
not smell anything what was every one talking about.
Mom went into my bathroom and started the water running for my bath.
She returned to me and picked me up like I was a two-year-old. I went
limp as she put me on the changing table. She pulled the tapes free and
wiped my mess with the wet front of my diaper. Teddy helped he her he
used two baby wipes and cleaned the rest of the poop off my bottom.
I was led naked to my waiting bath. Mom turn off the water and tested
to see if it was to hot. I was sat chest high in soap suds. Mom
proceeded to wash me all over paying close attention to my diaper area.
She used baby shampoo on my hair. She used a big fluffy towel and dried
me off. I was carried to the changing table and diapered.
I did not get more clothes because mom carried me back to the kitchen
sat me in my highchair and strapped me in. Then without warning she
produced hair clippers a removed all my long hair. She told me it would
make keeping me clean a lot easier.
I was taken back to my room where she put me in a light cotton nursery
print sleeper that zipped up the back. I was in my crib sucking my
bottle on my way to sleep at 8:00.
In the morning I was awakened my mom changing my wet messy diaper. I
was more of a baby that I could ever of though peeing and pooping in my
sleep. Mom told me that my potty training is about two years away now.
She asked me if I like my new baby life or do I want to go back to
school with my old friends not being potty trained. I told her my baby
life is not that bad I am getting use to it. Mom said good then they
have a new rule at daycare for you. You need to KEEP YOUR PACIFIER IN
YOUR MOUTH NO TALKING.
The pacifier rule took some getting use to but it was better then being
embarrassed at junior high school. I was pointing and grunting at
things I wanted just like a real baby does. After a year of being a
baby I forgot all about being a teenager I was fourteen still wearing
diapers not much bigger and learning twelfth grade school work. Since
being tutored I had to do my school and it became so easy for me why
did not I do my school work before instead of running around causing
trouble.
Now I have fun playing with toys and my new friends except they keep
getting move to the big kid class leaving me in the toddler class
wearing my diapers. One more year and the things inside me will be gone
and I can get potty trained again. My brother is ten-years-old and
baby-sits me when mom is away he can feed me and change all my diapers
even the messy ones. I hope the next year goes by as fast as this year
did. Being a baby is fun all I have to do is three hours of school work
then it is playtime. I am not even interrupted by potty time. Only
thing I don�t like is naps and bedtime. What baby likes naps and
bedtime hee hee playing is more important. My two favorite toys are the
spring horse and Thomas the tank engine.
Chapter 2
My Friends are Jimmy, 19 months old, and Kenny, twenty-nine- months
old.
I was right, the second year went by so fast my fifteenth birthday was
here. I am the size of a small ten-year-old boy. I wear size ten boy�s
clothes, too, and the special Pampers mom has for me still fit. The
highchairs, cribs, playpens, baby swings, and car seats I use are made
to fit me. That way I am never left out of any of the classes or
activities. Everything the class does include me no matter what they
do. If we go out to the park everyone ride in a stroller I get the
front seat.
Another potty training class starts tomorrow and they told me this is
my potty training class. With Bobby and Jimmy they are both twenty
months old. They have shown us they are ready to be trained. You need
to do what they do. They can help remind you to stay dry and not wet in
your sleep. They will help you when you have trouble. I asked why Kenny
can�t join us. She told me he is not as ready as Bobby and Jimmy are.
Here are the rules we follow with the students:
1. Come to school wearing diapers and get changed into Big Boy Pull-
ups.
2. You will be taken to the potty every hour at first. You will have
to sit on the potty. You must sit there for five minutes. If you do
anything you will get a piece of candy. If you are already wet or messy
you will have to change your own pants with the other students helping
do the change.
3. After the first two days if you still wetting and mess with out
doing it in the potty you are returned to diapers and must wait three
weeks before you can try it again.
4. If you can do it in the potty but still having accidents in your
Pull-ups that�s OK, practice makes perfection. You are allowed to stay
wearing Pull-ups and stay in potty training until you are not having
accident.
I was in trouble now. I have not even thought about holding it back for
the last two years. Mom told me I could not stop it from coming out so
I did not even try after two days I was having pooping accidents. I
have not even felt my pee or poop needs I just let it happen. The rest
of the day I tried to feel the need to go. I was finely able to feel
the need when mom came to pick me up for potty time.
On the way home I asked mom about the things in me that make me pee and
poop in diapers. Mom told me those things were gone three days after
she put them there. She told me I should have been able to hold my
potty needs but I chose to use diapers so she let me.
I was mad she tricked me I was going to be fifteen next week and not
even potty trained as good as a two year old. I have the social life of
a baby not a teenager. Toys to me are building blocks tricycles and
other toddler toys I have not even seen a video game in two years. My
movie experience is movies rated G only. Even if I was potty trained I
would be a weirdo if I had to go to regular school. I cry like a baby
if my feelings are hurt or I don�t get my way. I spill food and drink
like a one-year-old. I suck my thumb when I get board. My life of being
a baby for two years has made me a big baby and mom has total control
of my life.
I think I like it that way I don�t have to worry about anything mommy
will make it better. I am just 50� tall and weigh 60 pounds. When out
in public mom don�t care that I act like a two year old. My life is so
good I don�t want to be potty trained now I think I will fail potty
train class. I will stay a toddler forever.
Donny
The End