Regression of Charlie

Summary: Charlie, 14, gets in trouble with the law and ends up being 
treated like a baby by his fed-up father.

Part 1

	Charlie was a _c_o_c_k_y fourteen year old. He had no choice but 
to be. Despite his fourteen years on the planet, he could still easily 
pass for ten. His body was entirely hairless and his penis was short 
and thin. Even erect, he could only reach the four-inch mark. While 
this fact made him very humble in the showers after gym class, it 
fueled his attitude at all other times. He felt the need to 
overcompensate for his shortcomings, and as he reached his fourteenth 
year, the 4 foot 11 boy started to rebel against all authority, talking 
back to teachers and disobeying his father.
	Charlie's dad had never used spanking as a punishment. He felt 
Charlie was a sensitive boy who needed to be nurtured, and his bad 
behavior was merely a symptom of his insecurities. When Charlie 
misbehaved, he would be grounded for a week or so, permitted from 
listening to music or watching TV. Charlie's dad had been widowed when 
his little boy was only three years old, and Dad always felt guilty 
about punishing Charlie too harshly, since he assumed Charlie's bad 
behavior was merely a symptom of growing up without a loving mother. 
Instead of disciplining him, Charlie's father would cuddle the boy, 
holding him in his lap and trying to compensate for his absent mother. 
Charlie loved the attention; he enjoyed being babied and truly needed 
to be held and cared for. However, he also took advantage of his 
father's compassion by acting like a baby who needed to be cuddled 
every time he got in trouble. Doing so allowed Charlie to have the best 
of both worlds. He could misbehave whenever he wanted and be rewarded 
by sitting on his Daddy's lap and being held close.
	However, as Charlie's behavior got more out of control, his Daddy 
began to reconsider his choice of punishment. The final straw was when 
Charlie was caught stealing. Charlie was a big hip-hop fan, but he 
couldn't afford to buy the Eminem CD with the paltry allowance his 
Daddy was giving him. So he decided to steal it from Sam Goody's. He 
was able to get the CD out of it's security case, and he slipped it 
into his jacket pocket. He probably would've gotten away with it if a 
security guard hadn't been watching by chance. The alarms didn't go off 
as he exited the store, but as soon as he passed through the security 
gates, the guard who had spotted his thievery stopped him. Charlie's 
jaw dropped when the man approached him, and he wet his pants as the 
man revealed he had seen him stealing the CD and he was now in deep, 
deep trouble. Charlie was incredibly embarrassed by the scene; crowds 
of people were staring at him as he was escorted by the security guard 
back into the store, soaking wet from the waist down.
	The security guard chuckled to himself as he walked Charlie to 
the stockroom of the music store. It was always fun to catch boys in 
the act of stealing, since it humiliated them so badly. That this 
little boy had peed on himself in the process just made it that more 
entertaining.
	"So little boy, you thought you could steal from us and get away 
with it?"
	"I'm s-sorry sir," Charlie sobbed, "Please don't send me to 
jail."
	"We're not going to send you to prison, boy," the security guard 
laughed. "We're going to call your parents, and let them punish ya. Do 
you always pee on yourself when you get in trouble, baby boy?"
	"I'm not a b-baby," Charlie cried. "It was an accident."
	"I bet you pee yourself all the time, little boy"
	"I d-don't, I s-swear sir. I'm not a little boy. I'm fourteen 
years old!"
	"Fourteen?!? Ha! You look like you're ten years old. You're more 
of a baby than I thought. Who still wets their pants at 14? You should 
be in diapers, boy."
	Charlie was absolutely humiliated. He knew he looked younger than 
he was, and his wet pants only reaffirmed that he was very immature for 
his age. At least he knew his Daddy would understand. He felt bad for 
stealing, just because the guard had embarrassed him so much, but Daddy 
would make everything okay. He would clean him up and hold him, and 
make this nightmare end. As the security guard called his Daddy, 
Charlie found himself anxiously waiting for his Daddy to arrive. Sure, 
he'd be mad, but his Daddy would protect him from this mean security 
guard and save his little butt again.

Part 2

	Charlie felt ashamed and scared as his Daddy drove him home from 
the mall. He had never seen his Daddy this angry. Daddy didn't utter a 
word to Charlie when he arrived at the scene of the crime. Looking at 
his teenage son in wet pants, who looked like a grade school child, 
Charlie's father couldn't be more disgusted. His son was still a little 
boy. He couldn't allow Charlie to get away with misbehaving this time. 
He pleased the security by assuring him that Charlie would be firmly 
punished. Charlie had assumed that this was an empty promise, meant to 
get him out of the store without punishment, but he was wrong, just as 
he had been when he thought he could get away with shoplifting.
	Charlie's apprehension grew as the car ride continued in complete 
silence. Nervously, Charlie broke the quietness.
	"Daddy, I'm sorry I stole that CD. I'll never do something so 
stupid again."
	Charlie's Dad remained silent.
	"Please don't be mad, Daddy. I'm really, really sorry."
	Daddy looked at his son and knew his remorse was not caused by 
his bad behavior. Rather, Charlie was just upset that he had gotten 
caught. He looked in Charlie's blue eyes and felt a tinge of pain in 
his chest. He loved this boy more than anything in the world and 
dreaded having to punish him. His instinct was to pull the childish 
teen onto his lap and cuddle him, kiss his little forehead and tell him 
that his Daddy still loved him. But Charlie's shoplifting conclusively 
proved that the sensitive approach wasn't working. Though he had never 
done it in the fourteen years he was a father, he had no choice but to 
take Charlie over his knee and spank him like the errant little boy he 
was. Daddy finally broke his silence.
	"Charlie, I can't begin to tell you how disgusted I am with you."
	"I know you are, Daddy, I'm sorry, I really am sorry, please let 
me--"
	"Shut up, boy."
	Charlie was startled by his Daddy's unusually aggressive tone and 
complied.
	"Charlie, I thought that I was doing right by being lenient with 
you. I know you still miss Mommy and I've been trying to be both a 
mother and father to you since you were three years old. I love you so 
much that I've just wanted to hold on to you. If I lost you like I lost 
Mommy I wouldn't be able to go on."
	Charlie hung his head and fought back tears as his Daddy told him 
how much he loved him. He was sure now that everything would be okay. 
Daddy pulled into the driveway of their secluded country home and 
parked the car. He saw his son trying not to cry, but when the two made 
eye contact, Charlie's tears flowed freely. Daddy told the boy to stay 
in his seat as he exited the car. Daddy walked around to the passenger 
side door and opened it. He unbuckled Charlie's seatbelt and picked the 
boy up. Holding his boy close to him in his arms, Daddy carried Charlie 
into the house, rubbing his back and soaking up the young boy's tears 
with his shoulder. Charlie was fourteen years old, but he looked like 
he was ten, and at the moment, cradled against his big father's chest 
in damp pants, he felt like he was a five year old little boy. The 
warmth of the moment felt wonderful to Charlie, and he was sure that 
Daddy had forgiven him for his grievances.
	In a sense, Charlie was right. He would always have his father's 
forgiveness, no matter how horrible a transgression he made. But Daddy 
hadn't forgotten his only child's crime, and he knew that Charlie had 
to be spanked if he was going to learn his lesson.
	As they entered the house, Charlie's tears subsided and his Daddy 
laid him down on the couch. Daddy rubbed his boy's tummy for a few 
minutes, continuing to calm the boy down before his impending spanking. 
Of course, Charlie knew nothing of this upcoming punishment. As he 
composed himself and tried to sit up, Daddy pushed him back down onto 
the couch. A startled Charlie inquired what was going on.
	"Why can't I get up, Daddy? I want to change my clothes and go to 
bed."
	"Charlie, you're not off the hook for what you've done today. 
I'll always be here to hold you when you're upset, but the fact is you 
broke the law today, not to mention the little trust I still had in 
you."
	Charlie felt himself blush as he realized just how disappointed 
his father was. He loved his Daddy and was sad that he had let his hero 
down.
	"How long are you going to punish me, Daddy?" Charlie asked 
hesitantly.
	"I imagine about 20 minutes or so."
	Charlie gave him a bewildered look. His groundings were always at 
least two or three days, and he had expected a much longer punishment 
because of the severity of the crime. Physical punishment hadn't 
crossed his mind.
	"You're only going to ground me for 20 minutes?" This was too 
good to be true, Charlie thought to himself.
	"I'm not going to ground you at all."
	"What?" Charlie uttered, his mind trying to comprehend what was 
going on.
	"It's obvious to me that grounding you is ineffective," Daddy 
said. "So I'm going to try a new approach. This time, you are going to 
be spanked."
	The color drained from Charlie's face. Daddy had never spanked 
him before. This couldn't be happening. Suddenly, he felt incredibly 
helpless, lying on his back on the couch, in urine-stained pants, with 
his Daddy holding him down.
	"Y-y-you're going to s-spank me?!?"
	"Yes I am, and I think it's long overdue. Maybe I can beat some 
sense into you, not to mention some bladder control."
	Charlie grimaced at the remark. He had hoped his Daddy hadn't 
noted the drying stain on his pants, and now he knew he had.
	"Please don't spank me Daddy. I promise I'll be good!"
	Charlie's eyes brimmed with fresh tears as his Daddy pulled him 
off the couch and onto his lap.
	"I'm sorry, baby, but it has to be done. I can't have my little 
boy stealing from stores when I'm not around to look after him. Now 
let's get those wet pants off of you."
	Charlie grimaced as his Daddy unbuckled his jeans and slipped the 
wet pair of jeans off of his body. His Daddy then pulled the t-shirt 
over his boy's head and threw it aside. Charlie felt very ashamed, 
sitting on his Daddy's lap in white briefs stained yellow in the front, 
smelling of stale piss. He prayed that his Daddy wouldn't take his 
undies off. He already felt like a little boy; having his Daddy see his 
immature penis would only make it worse.
	"I can't believe you pissed yourself, son. You look like you 
should still be in grade school."
	Charlie cried harder as his Daddy examined his piss-stained 
briefs. He was embarrassed by the little bulge his tiny penis and balls 
made, and was clinging to hope that his boyhood wouldn't be exposed.
	"Well, it's not healthy to have those wet underpants on your 
skin. I guess they should come off also."
	Charlie felt his humiliation grow as his father pulled off his 
wet briefs. His shame was complete as his hairless equipment was 
exposed to his father for the first time in years.
	"Well, son. I see why you like to be cuddled like a little boy. 
It's clear that you still are one. No wonder you're misbehaving so 
badly. You obviously resent me treating you like a teenager. Well that 
stops here."
	Daddy turned Charlie around, exposing his boy butt, and placed 
him firmly over his knee.

Part 3

	The smacks came quickly.
	SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
	Charlie cried out in shame and pain as his Daddy slapped his bare 
behind for the first time. He couldn't believe that his Daddy would do 
this to him, a big fourteen-year old boy.
	"I'm sorry Daddy! I'll be good!"
	But Daddy kept spanking, ignoring the cries of his wayward son, 
knowing that this was the only way to get through to him.
	SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
	Charlie tried to wiggle free, but Daddy had a firm grip on his 
little boy. Charlie was hysterical, screaming and coughing and choking 
on his tears.
	"P-p-please Daddy, please stop!"
	This fourteen-year old boy, who didn't look a day over ten, was 
sobbing like a toddler. His piss-stained briefs had long been kicked 
off. He was a helpless little boy at the mercy of his Daddy.
	SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
	Daddy decided that Charlie had been spanked enough, though the 
boy didn't realize the spanking had stopped until two minutes after it 
ended, he was screaming so loudly.
	Daddy picked Charlie up off his lap and stood him up in front of 
him. Charlie quickly moved to cover his little penis with his hands.
	"Put your hands at your side, boy," Daddy said sternly.
	"Y-y-yes, Daddy," and Charlie complied, again exposing his boyish 
genitals to his Daddy.
	"Son, I'm sorry that I had to do this, but I think we both know 
that your behavior has gotten out of control. I want to treat you like 
an adult, but you're clearly just a little boy. You need boundaries."
	"But Daddy, I'm fourteen," Charlie whined.
	"You may be fourteen years old, but you're still just a little 
boy."
	Daddy guided a naked Charlie over to the mirror in the hallway.
	"Look at yourself. You're not even five feet tall. You don't have 
a hair on your body below your neck. You're still a little boy."
	"But....but"
	"No buts. I made a mistake when I tried to treat you like a 
mature young man. You simply aren't ready for that kind of treatment. 
From now on, there will be new rules in this house."
	Charlie fidgeted nervously, no longer conscious of his nudity.
	"What are the new rules, Daddy?"
	"From now on, you will be treated like a five year old boy. As 
your behavior and maturity improves, I will consider upgrading your 
status. But as of now, you are just a five year old little boy and you 
will be treated as such."
	Charlie was shocked. He didn't know what to say. He could barely 
remember being five. What would this new life mean?
	Daddy sensed his boy's confusion, and answered this unasked 
question.
	"From now on, you will wake up and go to bed when I tell you too. 
Every night after dinner, you will be given a bath, where I will wash 
you thoroughly. And before you go to bed, I will powder and diaper you, 
as you are a little boy who cannot stay dry at night."
	"But.. I don't wet the bed!" Charlie cried.
	"Do you think I haven't seen the wet sheets you've snuck into the 
hamper? Who do you think does the laundry here? I know you've been 
having accidents at night. Be happy I don't keep you in Pampers all 
day. Judging by today, I'd have good reason to."
	Charlie sobbed quietly. He knew he was beaten. He was just a 
little boy, a fourteen year old with a ten year old's body, now being 
forced to live like he was only five. He looked down at his naked self, 
and realized with shame that his little wiener and baby balls were 
about right for a five year old anyway. He nervously looked up to his 
Daddy, and asked just one question:
	"Do you still love me Daddy?
	"Of course, I still love my little boy," his Daddy smiled, and 
picked up little naked Charlie and cradled him in his arms. Charlie was 
relieved, but still very nervous. Hugs and kisses were great, but what 
will being a little boy 24/7 be like?