Shane - Part 1

	My fifteenth birthday was a nightmare. My dad had 
taken me out to celebrate -- just the two of us -- and as 
we were driving to the batting cages we were hit by a drunk 
driver and nearly killed. I was beat up pretty badly and 
was held in the hospital for observation because they 
weren't sure if I had internal injuries. My dad got a 
broken leg, two fractured ribs, and a sprained shoulder. 
The car was totaled.
	My step mom, Nancy, wasn't with us because I hadn't 
wanted her there. She had just married my dad less than six 
months before, and my real mom and I were still close. My 
dad had gotten custody of me because my mom had gotten a 
job in Germany, and I didn't want to leave the U. S. I had 
been given the choice of which parent I wanted to live 
with, but I loved them both. I just chose my dad because I 
didn't want to move away. My mom was back in the states 
every couple of months and I spent all the time with her 
that I could and we wrote letters a lot. I missed her a lot 
sometimes, and I really resented the way Nancy tried to 
mommy me.
	She had ideas about being a mom that were more 
appropriate to a little, little kid, not a young man like 
me. I'd be able to drive in less than a year, and I had a 
part-time job and was saving up to buy a car. I got good 
grades and was generally a much more mature kid than most 
my age, and everyone but Nancy seemed to recognize that and 
treat me accordingly.
	The day we got to come home from the hospital was 
where things really started to change for the bad. Because 
of his shoulder and ribs, my dad couldn't use crutches and 
Nancy and I had to wheel him into the house in a 
wheelchair. I was still feeling achy and bruised and 
exhausted, and we were both in pretty bad shape. We helped 
my dad into bed, and he looked at me and said, "Why don't 
you go take a nap, son? You look tired."
	"Okay" I said.
	"I'll be in to help you in a minute" said Nancy who 
was helping my father take off his pants.
	I gave her my much-practiced "you're crazy" look and 
said, "I'm fine, Nancy."
	I went to my room, kicked off my shoes, and collapsed 
on top of my bed without getting in. It felt great to be 
home and in my own room again. I closed my eyes and started 
to have day dreams about the accident. I heard Nancy walk 
in, and I opened my eyes and gave her a "now what?" 
expression. I wished she would just go away and leave me 
alone!
	"Don't you want to take your pants off, honey?" she 
asked.
	"Just go away, Nancy, okay?" I said. "I'm fine."
	"I don't think I like your tone, young man," she said.
	I didn't want to argue with her. I didn't want to 
upset my dad. So I just said, "I'm sorry. I just want to go 
to sleep now, okay?"
	She looked at me sympathetically and said, "I'm going 
to make some dinner while you boys sleep. Your dad asked 
for lasagna. Would you like to pick desert?"
	"Just whatever" I said.
	"Shane," she said, "I'd really like to make you 
something special for dessert. Isn't there anything in 
particular you'd like?" She never let up trying to get at 
me, I thought.
	"What I would particularly like," I said 
sarcastically, "is to go to sleep now. Can't you just leave 
me alone, Nancy? I mean, if that's what I really want, 
can't you just go away? Is that so hard? Just go away. 
Please!" I was tired, frustrated, and mad. Nancy walked out 
of my room without saying anything, almost slamming my door 
behind her.
	I knew I had gotten to her. She was so much more 
strict than my mom, and had gotten after my dad a few times 
to "take me down a peg" as she liked to put it. She meant 
my dad should spank me, which he hadn't done in a couple of 
years and which we both knew I was too old for now.
	I woke up a few of hours later when I heard her 
calling me. The first thing I was aware of was that I was 
hungry. "Argh!" I said, as I sat up. The second thing I was 
aware of was that the front of my pants were all wet. I 
reached down into my pants and felt my crotch and 
underwear. I had wet myself in my sleep! I had never done 
that, even as a little kid. I had all kinds of feelings 
just then, fear, embarrassment, confusion. I stripped off 
my pants and underwear and laid them over my desk chair to 
dry before I took them to the laundry. I didn't want anyone 
to find out what had happened. It would be so humiliating 
if they did.
	I changed and Nancy and I helped my dad to the den 
where we all ate dinner together with my dad propped up on 
the couch. It was nice doing this again. Nancy always made 
us have dinner in the dining room, and it was nice to eat 
in here again like old times. It made me miss my mom, 
though.
	After dinner Nancy disappeared into the kitchen and 
came out with a chocolate cake (my favorite) and candles 
singing happy birthday. My dad joined in, and I looked back 
and forth between them uncomfortably. I didn't feel like 
celebrating my birthday. It was a couple of days over 
anyway, and it reminded me about the accident. I kind of 
felt like it was my fault that it had happened. I mean, we 
wouldn't have been there at that time and place if my dad 
hadn't been taking me to celebrate.
	I blew out my candles and Nancy started cutting slices 
for us. My dad scowled at me and nodded toward Nancy while 
she was busy cutting. "Thank you, Nancy," I said.
	She beamed at me and said, "You're welcome, Shane. 
Happy Birthday."
	Afterward Nancy and I helped my dad into the bathroom, 
and she asked me to help him undress while she cleaned up 
the kitchen. It was weird helping my dad like that. Like he 
was the kid and I was the dad. He had to keep his broken 
leg out of the shower, and I helped him balance while he 
bathed. When he got out and dried off he said, "You should 
get in" and nodded his head at the shower.
	I pulled off my socks and threw them into the hamper. 
Then I did the same with my shirt and pants, and just as I 
was about to pull my boxers off Nancy walked into the 
bathroom.
	"Hey!" I said, because I was in my underwear and my 
dad was naked.
	"Hey, what?" she said. "How you doing, honey?" she 
asked my dad, patting his chest.
	"Get out," I said.
	My dad frowned at me and said, "Shane, I don't like 
the way you've been talking to Nancy lately. She's my wife, 
and whether you like it or not she's your step mom." He 
held up his hand for silence as I started to speak and 
said, "I know you and your mom are close. Nancy isn't 
trying to change that, son. But she's the one taking care 
of us both now, and it's going to be harder than usual with 
me out of commission so I don't want you to give her any 
gruff."
	I pulled a towel around my waist and Nancy said, "Are 
you embarrassed, Shane?" She looked truly bewildered.
	"Well, yeah," I said, like she was stupid (which at 
that moment I felt she was). "You want to stand around in 
your underwear in front of me?" I asked.
	"That," said my dad, pointing angrily at me "is 
exactly what I'm talking about. That smart mouth of yours." 
He pivoted painfully toward me, Nancy under his good arm 
and said, "Shane, I am so close to putting you over my knee 
you had better just watch it." My jaw hit the floor when he 
said that, and before I could say anything he quickly said, 
"You are not too old, if that's what you're thinking. Now 
put that towel back up on the rack and stop acting so 
silly. I'm naked, and you don't see me acting all shy and 
embarrassed, do you?"
	"She's your wife," I said angrily.
	"Put the towel back, Shane" he said. I knew that tone 
of voice in my dad, and I knew there'd be hell to pay if I 
didn't obey. I had been pushing a lot the last couple of 
weeks, and now he was at that point he got to where he 
wasn't going to take any more.
	I put the towel back and stood there feeling awkward 
in my boxers. "Now," said my dad, "what's the big deal? 
We've both seen you at your swim meets and those boxers 
cover a hell of a lot more than those tiny little speedos 
you were to dive in."
	I squirmed a little. During swim meets and diving 
there were tons of guys in speedos, and the audience was 
far enough away that you didn't really have to think about 
them. They weren't two feet from you like my dad and Nancy 
were now, and if he had thought about it my dad would have 
realized that neither of them had ever seen me in speedos 
in the house or up close at all.
	He was always taking her side, and instead of being 
able to articulate everything that was going through my 
head I just swallowed hard and had to suppress the urge to 
cry. It was humiliating when Nancy saw all this in me and 
said, "You guys are just ragged after the accident is all. 
Let's not fight, okay?"
	"No" said my dad. "He's been way out of line for a 
long time now, and I'm not going to have it anymore. 
Especially with all the extra work on you while I'm 
recovering." There was some truth to what he said, but it 
still felt like he was taking her side.
	"All right" she said, "but you're getting angry, 
honey. Can you see that? You look really tired and really 
pissed right now is all I was thinking."
	He turned his head to her, and his shoulders relaxed 
and he leaned forward and kissed her.
	He let out a long sigh and said, "Just get in the 
shower, Shane."
	My guts twisted, because they weren't going anywhere. 
She was helping him to dress right there in the bathroom.
	"Shane?" asked my dad, again in that tone.
	"Get out," I said, looking at Nancy.
	"I need her help, son. Just knock it off and get in 
already, will you?"
	"Dad..." I started.
	"Come on," he said, smiling. "Let's see the birthday 
boy in his birthday suit."
	Again I swallowed hard as he hooked his finger in a 
"come here" gesture. I was shaking a little as I walked up 
to him and Nancy. He reached over and hooked his finger 
into the waistband of my boxers, and as he started to pull 
them down I snatched his wet towel off the counter and 
pulled it around me.
	He clapped me gently on the ear, and Nancy said, 
"Bashful to the end, huh?" and I hated her for it. I got in 
the shower with my towel on, pulled the curtain closed, and 
threw the towel out over the top. I turned on the water and 
grabbed the soap.
	"Nancy" I heard my dad say. "Help him wash, will you?"
	"Dad!" I said, and convulsively doubled over, my hands 
down in front of my privates.
	The curtain pulled slowly back and I shouted, "Get 
out!" but it was just my dad, smiling.
	"Relax," he said. "She gone."
	I stood up and looked at him angrily. "You don't care 
if I see you hanging out." It was a statement.
	"No" I said. Why should I care? I thought.
	"Well, until I'm better you might have to think of 
Nancy as dad, okay? I'm in agony right now son. I don't 
know if you can tell that, but I'm going to take another 
pain pill and try to get some sleep. I don't want you 
giving her any _s_h_i_t_ for the next few weeks, and I'm 
going to go tell her right now that I'll teach her how to 
warm your bare butt if you step out of line again. You got 
that?"
	Tears welled up in my eyes -- which was humiliating 
all by itself -- but keeping them back I said, "That's not 
fair."
	"You do as she says and you be POLITE and you won't 
have anything to worry about, okay?" He reached forward and 
patted my side. "I need your help, son," and I did notice 
then that the color had drained out of his face. I had 
never seen my dad in pain, and suddenly I just wanted to 
please him and make him feel better.
	He turned away from me, grunting a little, and I put 
my hand on his good shoulder and said, "Dad?"
	He looked at me over his shoulder and I said, "It'll 
be okay." He smiled at me then, and I felt better. I took 
my shower, watched TV with him until he fell asleep, and 
then I went up to my room, got in my bed and passed out 
until the next morning.



Shane - Part 2

	I woke up late the next day to Nancy knocking softly 
on my door. It was open, and she was standing in the 
doorway quietly calling my name. I immediately panicked as 
I felt the cold dampness at my crotch. It had happened 
again!
	"Hey, sleepy head," she said. "What would you like for 
breakf -- " She must have seen the panic in my eyes because 
she broke off suddenly and said, "What's wrong?"
	"Nothing." I lied.
	"Yes there is," she said, looking serious. She walked 
over to me and as she sat on my bed next to me she said, 
"Do you feel -- oh!" and she jumped back up and looked at 
the wet spot on her dress. I tilted my head back and 
squeezed my eyes shut, mortified.
	"Shane!" she said.
	"I'm sorry" I said in a panicky voice.
	"No" she said calmly. "No, it's okay. Do you -- have 
you done this before?" she asked awkwardly.
	"No!" I said, indignantly, but it wasn't true. It had 
happened yesterday during my nap.
	"Just an accident?" she asked.
	"Please get out," I said, looking at the floor, 
ashamed.
	She turned to leave, then stopped at the door and 
turned around. "Shane," she said. "Did this happen at the 
hospital, by any chance?"
	"No" I said truthfully. "Just go away! Please!" I 
wasn't trying to make her mad like before, I was just so 
embarrassed to have her there.
	"I'm sorry," she said. "I just wanted to make sure it 
wasn't related to the accident." I panicked more as she 
turned to leave the room. What if the doctors had missed 
something? What was wrong with me? They had been worried 
about internal injuries. I wanted my dad, but my dad was 
out of commission for now. I was thinking about what he had 
said when I was in the shower the night before. I didn't 
want to rely on Nancy, but I didn't see that I had any 
choice.
	"Nancy," I called just as she walked out the door.
	She walked back in and looked at me questioningly. I 
looked at the floor and whispered, "It happened yesterday."
	"I can't hear you, honey" she said.
	"It happened yesterday," I said louder.
	Her face went dark, and she walked over to my bed and 
stared down at me. I was forced to crane my neck to look up 
at her. "When?" she asked sternly.
	"After my nap." I said. "Or during. Whatever."
	She reached out and stroked my hair. "Get up, Shane" 
she said.
	I was wearing briefs and nothing else, and I was still 
under my covers when she said that.
	"Now," she said, more sternly. I was afraid something 
was really wrong with me, and I didn't have it in me to 
argue with her just then. I pulled the covers back and we 
both saw the wide wet stain on my sheets. My shorts were 
almost see-through and it smelled bad.
	"Stand up," she said. I got out of bed and she started 
pulling my sheets out from the corners of the bed. "Throw 
those onto the sheets and go take a shower," she said, 
nodding at my shorts. I gulped, and she looked up at the 
ceiling in disgust and turned her head away from me.
	"Do it," she said, facing me but looking at my bed.
	I quickly pulled them down, threw them on the bed, and 
ran for the bathroom. Even though she didn't see anything, 
it was still humiliating to be naked in the same room with 
her; worse because she was pulling out my wet bed sheets.
	When I came into the kitchen for breakfast I couldn't 
look at her, and kept my eyes on the table or the floor.
	She pulled up a chair next to me and said, "Look at 
me, Shane."
	I did as she said and she reached forward and gently 
took both my hands in hers. "We're going to the doctor 
today," she said. Again, I felt my guts twist. What if they 
found something really wrong?
	"I talked to him on the phone already, and he says 
it's probably not serious, but he has to see you. There's 
nothing to worry about yet, okay? Let's not worry about 
anything until after we've seen him."
	"Come in here, son," I heard my dad say from the den 
which was just off the kitchen. I pulled my hands away from 
Nancy's without saying anything and went into sit with my 
dad.
	"Over here" he said, indicating his side. He reached 
up and grabbed me by the back of my neck and kissed my 
forehead. "You'll be fine" he said. "I want you to do 
everything the doctor and Nancy tell you to do, okay?"
	"Yes, sir" I said quietly.
	"At a boy" he said, grinning. I felt better just then.
	Nancy took me to the doctor and came with me into the 
examine room. She sat on a chair and I sat on the end of 
the exam table and the nurse took my vitals and then said, 
"Take off your shirt and your pants and the doctor will be 
right with you." She left, and I looked uncomfortably at 
Nancy.
	She smiled warmly and said, "Got your boxers on?"
	"Yeah," I said, resigned. I took off my shirt and 
pants and put them on the exam table, not as self-conscious 
as I was the day before. My boxers were pretty big, and I 
truthfully wasn't that embarrassed. It was a little bit 
awkward to hand her my clothes to hold for me, though. It 
made me feel more exposed handing them over like that, and 
sitting on the table with them so far away.
	The doctor came in, made his introductions, and Nancy 
and I both told him what had happened.
	"I see," he said. "Stand up for me, Shane, and let's 
pull these down a little bit." My heart started to race as 
I stood up. He reached for my waistband and I drew in a 
fast shaky breath as he pulled them down to my knees and 
told me to have a seat.
	How much had she just seen? I wondered. I was sitting 
up on the table, and she was at my side sitting with her 
head about level with my crotch, maybe a little lower. I 
told myself she couldn't see anything but my public hair. 
It was so humiliating to sit there with my underwear around 
my knees, everyone's attention on my private area.
	"Ah!" I gasped as the doctor gently grabbed my penis 
and lifted it up. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard 
because I knew that if my step mom couldn't already see me, 
she could with him manipulating me like that. He cupped my 
balls, pushed on my abdomen and kept asking, "Does that 
hurt? How about that? Here?"
	I just kept shaking my head no, unable to speak for 
want of not wanting to cry.
	"Okay," he said, kindly. "I need you to get up on the 
table on your hands and knees." I stood up awkwardly, 
unable to look in my step mom's direction. I turned my back 
to him and as I lifted my knee to get on the table he 
pulled my underwear down to my ankles and slid them 
completely off as I put both feet up on the table, leaving 
me in nothing but my socks.
	"Hold these, please," he said to Nancy, handing her my 
boxers. I felt so completely exposed and humiliated. I was 
all but buck naked on my hands and knees in front of both 
of them. I thought I must look ridiculous up on the table 
like that with just my socks on. The doctor opened a drawer 
and said, "Darn it," and walked over and opened the door. 
"Beatrice, bring me some KY jelly, please" he said.
	I turned my head over my shoulder that was away from 
my step mom to see what he was doing. He only cracked open 
the door a little as he talked to the nurse, and then 
closed it again. My heart was pumping hard as he did it, 
because I was afraid he would open the door wide and let 
everyone out there see me. I was only slightly relieved 
when he closed it again, and I looked straight ahead, 
struggling not to cry.
	Then I heard the door open and I involuntarily leaned 
forward (like that was going to do any good) as I heard the 
nurse say, "Here you are, doctor." Her voice was right next 
to me. God! How many more people were going to see me like 
this? I wanted to die. Then I heard the door open and close 
again. I didn't think things could get any worse until I 
felt something cold on my butt crack that dripped down to 
my butthole.
	"Hey!" I said, not meaning to speak and two tears 
rolled down my face. I didn't try to wipe them way because 
I didn't want them to know that it had happened, and my 
body shuttered when I felt the doctor touch my anus.
	"Try to relax, Shane," he said. I arched my back and 
began to shake violently as his finger slid into me.
	When I heard my step mom say, "Why don't you just put 
your head down and rest, Shane?" the tears flowed freely 
down my face and I did as she said. I had never been so 
humiliated in my life. I don't know what he was looking 
for, but he just kept sliding his finger in and out of me 
and turning it around sometimes.
	"Does that hurt at all?" he asked me.
	"No" I said, unable to keep the tears out of my voice. 
Now they knew I was crying, and I heard Nancy get up and a 
moment later her hand was on the back of my head. Even 
though she was trying to comfort me, it just made me feel 
more humiliated. I grunted as the doctor pulled his finger 
out of me. He patted my butt gently and said, "Let's let 
Shane get dressed, Mrs. Carver."
	To me he said, "You come out to the corridor when 
you're ready, son."
	They left -- again opening that _d_a_m_n_ door so that 
anyone who happened to be outside could see in -- and I got 
up off the table, pulled my boxers on, and then just lost 
it and bawled my head off as quietly as I could. I felt so 
-- so violated. I was better in a couple of minutes, and I 
blew my nose, finished getting dressed, and then 
contemplated going out into the hall.
	They had all just seen me naked, and they knew I was 
crying, and I didn't want to go out there with red eyes. I 
finally just gave in and walked out into the corridor and 
up to the counter where my step mom and the doctor were 
talking. "Thank you," I heard her say as she took a large 
bag from him and shook his hand.
	He walked over to me, put his hand on my shoulder, and 
said, "You're okay, son. Just a little bruised inside. You 
might have a couple more accidents, but it's nothing to be 
too worried about. If it happens again in a couple of weeks 
you give me a call, but I bet it doesn't."
	I swallowed hard and nodded my head.
	"What was in that bag?" I asked Nancy as we drove 
home.
	She hesitated before answering me, then said, "Well, 
honey, you're not going to like it but I don't want to get 
in an argument with you."
	Oh, God, I thought. What now?
	"What is it?" I asked her, and when she paused again I 
leaned way back and reached down to where the bag was on 
the floor behind her. I pulled out the contents of the bag, 
and in a moment recognized them as giant diapers.
	"What's this?!?" I asked her.
	"They're for grown ups who can't control their 
bladders" she said evenly.
	"I'm not wearing these," I said flatly.
	"Shane," she said sternly, "I am not going to keep 
washing your pee-soaked sheets, and we're not spending 
money for a new mattress just so you don't have to be a 
little embarrassed. You're going to wear those, and I'm 
going to show you how to put them on properly so you don't 
leak out the sides."
	"No arguments!" she said as I started to protest.
	When we got to the house I jumped out of the car 
before the engine was even off and ran inside. My dad was 
still on the couch and I launched into a panicked version 
of the doctor's visit and what Nancy wanted me to do.
	"Whoa, whoa, whoa" he said. "Slow down. You're not 
making any sense. Are you okay or not, son?" he said, 
reaching up and taking my hand.
	"I'm fine!" I said as Nancy came in from the kitchen.
	"He's not exactly fine," said Nancy and calmly 
explained the whole visit. I had to turn my head away from 
them when she started to describe in detail my examination.
	"Come down here, son," he said, and I knelt beside 
him. He ran his hand through my hair and said, "Sounds like 
you've had an awful day." I leaned forward and put my head 
on his chest, but I didn't cry. We stayed like that for a 
minute, him stroking the back of my head, and when I could 
breathe evenly and was sure I could control myself I sat up 
and looked angrily over at Nancy.
	"We might as well do this now," she said, pulling a 
diaper out of the bag the doctor had given her.
	"No," I said, forcefully.
	She shook her head and said, "I'm not going to argue 
with you, Shane," and she walked over and grabbed me by the 
arm.
	"Get off," I said, trying to pull away from her.
	"_d_a_m_n_ it, Shane!" she said, losing her temper all 
together. "I'm tired of this! Just do what I say!" I 
struggled some more, but she wouldn't let go.
	I turned and pushed her with both my hands and said, 
"_f_u_c_k_ you!" and to my dismay and then my horror she 
went flying backward - and I mean flying -- and landed hard 
half on the floor and half on a chair.
	"What the hell are you doing!?!" shouted my dad, 
struggling to sit up.
	Nancy groaned and grabbed her back.
	"Oh, God. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" I said. I hadn't 
meant to do that. I was getting stronger every day it 
seemed, and I was proud of that, but right now I was scared 
of what I had just done.
	"Nancy? Baby?" my dad sounded angry, scared, and in 
pain all at the same time.
	"I'm okay," she whispered, and stood up.
	"Come here," said my dad, swiping his hand at me, and 
I could see the rage in his eyes.
	"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, okay? It was an 
accident!" I said.
	Nancy walked over to my dad, pushed him back onto his 
pillow, and said, "Bring me your father's hairbrush, 
Shane." Her eyes were cold and angry, and some part of me 
just knew without any doubt that no matter what I did or 
said in the next few minutes Nancy was going to paddle me.
	"No!" I said, trying to sound strong.
	"Shane," my dad started to growl.
	"Dad, please" I said, more plaintively. I tried to not 
shout, and I couldn't keep the panic out of my voice. "It 
was an accident, okay? I'm sorry. I really am. It'll never 
happen again, swear to God."
	"I'm going to make sure it never even occurs to you, 
Shane" said my step mom. Pointing to the doorway she said, 
"You bring me the hairbrush and be back here in just your 
boxers in less than a minute or you're getting it double. 
We're going to bring you down a peg if it's the last thing 
I do today."
	I looked once more pleadingly at my dad, but he just 
said, "You do as you're told."
	I stomped out of the room and into the bathroom. I 
hated the hairbrush. A feeling of dread came over me as I 
picked it up. I started to walk out of the room, and 
stopped again to take off my shirt and my pants. Nancy had 
already seen me the way she did at the doctor's office. 
Boxers were nothing now.
	At least she won't be able to hit as hard as my dad, I 
thought. I resigned myself to my fate and walked back into 
the den, determined to take it like a man and show them I 
was too old for this kind of thing.
	Glaring at Nancy I handed her the brush. She seemed 
taken aback for just a moment, then she sat up straight in 
her chair opposite my dad and said, "That's a better 
attitude. Are you ready to take your punishment?"
	"Yes," I said, spitefully.
	"And you know why you're being punished?" she asked.
	"Just get on with it" I said, now feeling _c_o_c_k_y. 
How bad could this be? She was not a very big woman; skinny 
even.
	Nodding her head up and down she said, "Fine. Get over 
my lap young man." As I bent forward she reached out and 
yanked my boxers down with one hand.
	"Hey!" I said, but she caught my hair and continued to 
pull me forward. I couldn't get my balance and I ended up 
right over her lap, both hands on the floor with my face 
inches from the carpet. I felt my underwear being pulled 
farther down and I shouted, "Stop it! You can't!" but she 
just pulled them down and completely off. Once again I was 
wearing nothing but my socks, only this time the situation 
was much worse.
	"Dad!" I shouted at him for help.
	"Nancy's deciding your punishment, son. You take what 
you've got coming" he said.
	When the first smack landed on my ass I couldn't 
believe how hard it was. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She alternated back and forth from 
cheek to cheek. Ow! Ow! Ow! I started to yell, still 
determined not to cry.
	SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! _d_a_m_n_ she could hit hard! I kept 
grunting or shouting "ow!" and she didn't let up for a 
second. The heat and the pain were almost unbearable as she 
continued to bring that _d_a_m_n_ thing down across my 
butt.
	SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I couldn't 
take it anymore. I couldn't stop myself from crying and as 
she continued to beat my ass I completely lost it and 
sobbed uncontrollably. She still didn't let up. SMACK! 
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
	I finally screamed, "I'M SORRY! I'LL BE GOOD! I'LL BE 
GOOD!!! PLEASE!!! NANCY! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!!" SMACK! SMACK! 
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! went the brush, and then she 
stopped and rested her hand on my ass. Even that slight 
pressure hurt, and I kept crying uncontrollably. She let me 
cry myself out, and when I started to calm down she said, 
"Are you ready for some more?"
	I couldn't believe it! I couldn't take anymore. I just 
couldn't! "Oh, God! Please, Nancy! Please! No more! I'll be 
good! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! It'll never happen again, 
please!" I begged.
	She gently rubbed my butt, which made it sting more, 
and said, "What's never going to happen again, Shane?"
	"I'll never be bad again," I said, like I was a four 
year old or something.
	"Stand up" she said, and I did so, facing her and 
holding my butt. I didn't care that I was completely 
exposed to her. My butt hurt so bad, and I was relieved 
that the punishment had stopped. She lectured me like that 
for a couple of minutes, and I just kept saying "Yes, 
Ma'am" to everything she said.
	She quietly looked me up and down, and I could tell 
she was considering spanking me some more. More tears 
rolled down my face and I said, "Please no more, Nancy. 
Please. Please."
	She looked at my dad and said, "We need something for 
him to call me. 'Mom' isn't right. I'm not trying to 
replace Debbie." she said. Looking at me she said, "But YOU 
had better behave yourself from now on, or you're going 
right over my knee again young man, you got that?"
	"Yes, Ma'am!" I said.
	She got up, walked over to the bag of diapers and told 
me to lay down on the floor on my back. I did as she said, 
wincing a little as my butt touched the carpet. Nancy 
grabbed a diaper, made me lift my bottom off the floor for 
a second, and then proceeded to put it on me. I didn't 
think it could be more humiliating than my spanking, but it 
was, and I had to turn my head away from her and my dad. 
When she was done she patted my stomach and told me to 
stand up.
	I walked over and looked at myself in a mirror we had 
on one wall and slouched when I saw myself. I turned to my 
dad and gave him my most mournful and pleading look, but 
Nancy said, "I want you to go stand in that corner, Shane" 
she was pointing to the far corner of the room.
	I did as I was told and she said, "You don't step away 
from there until I give you permission, you got that?"
	"Yes, Ma'am" I said. "How long?" I asked, suddenly 
feeling the urge to pee.
	"Until I say" she said. "Now keep quiet and show me 
you can be good."
	"What if I need to use the bathroom?" I asked.
	She laughed and said, "What do you think you're 
wearing that for?"
	"This is just for sleep!" I said.
	She walked over to me, her face just an inch near my 
shoulder and said, "Do you need more of this hairbrush, 
young man?"
	"No, ma'am!" I said quickly.
	"Then you pipe down and stand there until I tell you 
you're released" she said, and smacked my diapered butt 
once with her hand. I heard her leave the room, and I 
glanced nervously over my shoulder to make sure she wasn't 
there. My dad had passed out again from his pain pills. I 
gave in, hung my head, and cried.