MY BROTHER KEVIN
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	My little brother is such a brat! I know that brothers were put on 
this earth with no purpose other than to annoy their sisters-- and my 
brother is by far no exception-- but I doubt that your brother does 
anything as bad as my brother.
	When Kevin, the little troublemaker, was nine years old, he 
discovered that his own bodily functions served him well in his efforts 
to make my life miserable. While he liked to fart in my face, this was 
quite mild compared to some of the other things he did.
	I came home from my friend's house one afternoon, only to discover 
that Kevin had deliberately peed on my bedroom floor. I discovered it 
when I stepped in the puddle barefoot. At first I thought it was water, 
but when I discovered that there was a smell of urine with it, I knew it 
was him. We had no dogs or cats. I had no other brothers or sisters 
besides Kevin, and Mom would not have done this. Even though dad was at 
work, I would have never suspected him of doing such a thing, either. 
Kevin was clearly the culprit in this case.
	Of course I yelled at him and expressed my disgust at his actions, 
and I told Mom about it. Kevin was subjected to a good, hard spanking. 
He even had to drop his pants first, right as I watched. With about two 
dozen or so swats, I saw his little butt cheeks turn redder and redder 
with each spank. He was crying, and he deserved what he got.
	I hoped that a little discipline was all he needed to never do 
such a thing again. Unfortunately, this did little to stop him. He began 
leaving the toilet unflushed, knowing that I would probably be the next 
one to use it. While this didn't get him spanked, he was scolded for it, 
as if this did any good.
	It was about a month later when he tried peeing on my things 
again. This time he got my bed and tried to make me look like a 
bedwetter! It wasn't until I climbed into bed that night that I felt a 
damp puddle press up against my back. I got out of my bed and knelt down 
to my mattress. Yep! Kevin strikes again!
	"KEVIN YOU LITTLE CREEP!", I yelled. This got the attention of 
both of my parents. They came in and asked me "What's wrong, Angie?"
	"He did it again! This time he peed in my bed!" Dad got to take 
care of this one. He went across the hall to my brother's bedroom and 
threw the door open. He dragged Kevin right out of his bed and into my 
bedroom. First he gave Kevin a good, stern lecture, and then had him 
bare his buttocks. As he was only in his underwear, this is all he had 
to pull down before he got another two dozen slaps across the behind, My 
dad spanked him a lot harder than Mom did, so it hurt him a lot more. 
Finally, he was told to trade beds with me and sleep in the one he wet. 
I got to sleep on his bed, which was still dry.
	I heard Kevin bawling in my room as I lay there, thinking about 
why Kevin did such things, even in spite of the severe, borderline 
abusive punishment he got for it. As he quieted down, this allowed me to 
think. I thought about the things Kevin must have done in his own bed. 
His mattress had a light odor of urine, and even poop! I knew he did 
these things as he would often go to bed in clean underwear and then 
wake up the next morning with a yellow spot on his fly or even a brown 
spot showing through the seat of his white briefs. He tried covering it 
up by putting on another pair of underwear, but I could still see his 
brown spots through the second pair.
	He soon straightened up his act and I thought he was doing good 
for awhile. I hoped that dad's spanking cured him of this sick and 
repulsive behavior, but it didn't. This time he resorted to using his 
poop on my belongings! Disgusting! He got creative, too. I had a toy 
crib in which I kept four of my favorite baby dolls. They all wore 
diapers underneath their dresses. Kevin went into my room one day when I 
wasn't home and took his poop and stuffed it into each of the dolls' 
diapers! I made this discovery when I went into my room and immediately 
noticed the foul odor. I searched the room, looking on the floor and in 
my bed. It took me awhile before I traced the source of the odor as 
coming from my dolls. I picked one of them up and discovered, much to my 
horror, what Kevin had done. I didn't yell. Instead, I carried the doll 
right out to my mother and showed her what happened. Kevin saw her storm 
into the front room. He knew he was in big trouble again, except he made 
an escape out the back door. Mom ran after him, but he was long gone 
once he got over the back fence. We lived in a large neighborhood laid 
out on a grid, so Kevin could have gone in any of a dozen directions. 
Mom decided to wait until he returned, which she knew he would.
	A couple hours later, he came back. He knew he would get it when 
he came in the door. He already had his pants down when he approached 
Mom.
	"Kevin! Pull your pants up! Sit down!" She talked to him and 
wanted to know why he behaved the way he did. He couldn't explain his 
behavior. He knew it annoyed me, but I think he also knew it was a 
rather extreme way to annoy me. The guilt must have overwhelmed him as 
he started to cry. When he got done bawling, Mom told him what would 
happen now.
	"You are grounded for a week, Kevin! I am also going to put a lock 
on your sister's bedroom door since that's the only way we can keep you 
out of there."
	For an entire week Kevin was confined to his room. Mom took away 
most of his toys, leaving him only a few books to read. He had to eat 
his meals in his bedroom and was only allowed to leave to use the 
bathroom. Since he was stuck in his own room he wouldn't want to pee or 
poop on any of his own belongings. Mom and I both watched him closely to 
make sure he didn't leave his room unless given permission.
	After the week was over and Kevin was finally allowed to leave his 
room, Mom said "This is it, Kevin! The next time you pee or poop on 
anything, you'll get some REAL punishment! This is your ONLY warning!"
	Mom told me what she would do if Kevin messed up and got himself 
in trouble again, and it was a good punishment, too. Because I had a 
part in it, she had to tell me what it was. It was the perfect 
punishment for Kevin! In fact, I wanted to see Kevin pull one of his 
stunts so that he could get this punishment.
	Kevin was being really good now. I figured that a week of being 
stuck in his room corrected his behavior. Now he was being good when I 
actually wanted him to be a brat. I tried to annoy him to get him riled 
up. Every time he got mad at me I said, "you don't want to get punished, 
so you better be good to me!" He backed off as he heeded my warning. 
After awhile, he got so frustrated that I finally drove him to do his 
thing. I even had a plan of action to lead him into a "trap".
	First, I called my best friend and told her to call me back in 
five minutes and tell me she had a serious emergency and would need my 
help. I told her what I was up to and she agreed to go along with it. 
Five minutes later she called. I told Kevin to answer it.
	"Angie, it's for you!" he yelled. I got up from my room and took 
the cordless handset as I walked back into my room. I acted like I 
needed to leave immediately. "I'll be right over!" I said as I fled out 
of my room, deliberately leaving my door open. "Kevin, I have to leave! 
It's an emergency! Tell Mom where I am when she comes home! Be right 
back!"
	My door was wide open, just waiting for Kevin! On the floor in the 
middle of my room I laid out some of my good clothes. I figured this 
would set a good "bait". I was counting on chance for this stunt to be 
pulled off. I made sure I got him riled up earlier in the day so he'd be 
more inclined to strike back. Mom was also out to pick up Dad from work 
at this time, so this was Kevin's perfect chance, having the house all 
to himself.
	Instead of actually going to my friend's house, I sneaked out to 
the back yard where I could spy on my bedroom. I even thought ahead and 
left a pair of binoculars in the back yard for this purpose. I waited as 
I watched for Kevin to stroll right into my room. It was at least 
fifteen, maybe twenty minutes before he made his move, but he did it! I 
saw his head just above the window sill. I saw him go down out of my 
sight for a few seconds, and then get back up! I knew what he had done! 
I was so excited that my plan worked! He was going to get it now!
	I decided to wait about ten more minutes before going back in. I 
had to act like I was gone long enough to have actually gone to my 
friend's house. I walked back into the house and saw Kevin sitting on 
the couch. He had a guilty look on his face. I tried to act like I 
didn't know what he did. I just said "It wasn't anything serious. 
Heather's dog just got loose and she needed me to help catch him, that's 
all it was." I then went into my room, expecting to see my clothes 
either peed on or pooped on. He did both. My clothes were a mess!
	I was so excited that I couldn't act mad! I was actually very 
delighted, in fact. I just ambled out of my room and said "So, I forgot 
to lock my door and you took advantage of it! I'm telling Mom and Dad! 
Immediately I locked my bedroom door so he couldn't tamper with the 
"evidence" before mom got home. He was acting scared as I kept saying 
"just wait until mom sees what you did! She is gonna PUUUNNISH YOOUU 
*GOOOOD*!!!"
	 Mom pulled in about twenty minutes later, having picked Dad up 
from work. They came inside the house. Dad went into his office to do 
some things on the computer and Mom got ready to start dinner and have 
me help her. She asked me, "How was Kevin while I was out?"
	 "Come see", I said, signaling Mom to come into my room. I called 
Dad to show him, too. I opened the door. They saw what Kevin did.
	"I left for just a few minutes to help Heather with an emergency, 
so I left my door open. I come back and this is what I find!" I used an 
exasperated voice that was convincing enough to Mom.
	"Okay, you know what to do, Angie!", she told me. I knew exactly 
what to do, and I couldn't wait to do it! I did have to wait for Dad to 
finish spanking Kevin. he must have gotten a hundred hard slaps across 
his but with Dad's belt, but this was only the beginning of what was yet 
to come.
	 Mom then confronted Kevin, who was already crying and rubbing his 
butt in an attempt to alleviate the pain. He was already stripped of his 
pants and standing there in his underwear.
	"You just don't get it, Kevin! You don't know when to stop!" Mom 
yelled.
	 "What, Mom?"
	"You know what! We thought we taught you a lesson, but you just 
didn't learn did you? Now stand up!"
	He got up and stood, looking at my mom with much guilt.
	 "Now take those underpants off!", she ordered. He just stood 
there, expecting to get spanked for this. Kevin, I said TAKE YOUR 
UNDERPANTS OFF!"
	He started bawling. "I won't do it again, mom! I promise!"
	"That's right Kevin, you won't do it again! We're making sure of 
it this time! Now get those underpants off before I spank you!" He stood 
there motionless. Mom finally had to pull his underwear down for him! 
She then sat down and took Kevin over her knee and bared his buttocks 
for an extreme spanking that he had coming right after the one Dad gave 
him. Mom had her knees clamped around his legs so he couldn't escape. 
Dad held his kicking legs still.
	Then came the swats, about twenty of them to get him warmed up 
again. I had gone into the bathroom to retrieve a hairbrush for Mom to 
use on him. With this he got another thirty or so swats. Kevin was 
bawling and screaming, begging for us to stop. Mom stopped, as he had 
asked, but now it was *my* turn to spank him! I went to Kevin's room and 
grabbed his belt. I let the little shit have it sixty or seventy times! 
Mom told me to just let loose and keep spanking him until I couldn't 
spank him any more. Mom then topped my spanking off with another thirty 
or so with the hairbrush. That kid's behind was so red by the time we 
were done. He couldn't even talk. His face was so full of tears now! Mom 
continued to hold him down with her knees as I left to bring out what we 
had prepared in advance for Kevin's mischievous behavior. Dad had 
returned to his work in the computer room and let Mom and me finish 
punishing Kevin.
	I brought out an armload of several thick cloth diapers. Kevin 
turned around and looked at me as I smiled.
	 "These are yours, Kevin!"
	Mom told me to lay them out on the floor and suggested about six 
diapers ought to be good way to initiate my brother into wearing them. I 
looked forward to putting my brother into diapers for all the things he 
had done with peeing and pooping on my stuff! The diapers were so big 
and so thick by themselves. I couldn't wait to see what he looked like 
wearing six of them!
	Kevin was completely helpless now and he didn't dare defy me or my 
Mom at this point. His butt was still on fire, a constant reminder of 
what he would get if he didn't obey. Mom let him out from between her 
knees and ordered him to sit on the thick stack of diapers waiting on 
the floor for him.
	I pulled the first diaper way up into his crotch and made the 
front of it cover his entire stomach. It went up even higher in the 
rear, I noted, as I reached around and fastened the side of his diaper 
with three safety pins. I did the same on the other side.
	The one diaper would have been sufficient, but this was a 
punishment to be taken to the extreme, and I made sure he would get it. 
I fastened the second diaper over the first, pinning it up just as 
tightly. I continued pinning on each diaper individually until the sixth 
and final diaper was in place. Just for good measure I used about a 
dozen pins on his topmost diaper. Boy. was he ever DIAPERED! They were 
very thick, needless to say, protruding several inches from his body. 
His front, his crotch and especially his butt were very, very thickly 
padded!
	On top of all this he still needed his plastic pants, so I went 
back to get these. I decided to make him wear three pairs just to make a 
point. I pulled the huge, noisy garments over his diapers and let the 
tight waistbands come to a crisp snap high above his waist. The thick 
diapers stretched the plastic pants out to create a smooth, slick 
surface around Kevin's small body deep inside of all the cloth wrapped 
and pinned around him.
	I didn't know how he could possibly walk wearing such an extreme 
amount of diapering. He had to keep his legs apart while wearing them. 
One thing was for sure, he was very, very securely diapered and was now 
completely unable to ever make any messes on my stuff again. No way he 
could quickly remove six diapers each fastened on with six pins, and he 
knew that he had better not or he would get his tender little butt 
spanked all the way through its flesh. He couldn't use a toilet anymore.
	"You pushed it to the limit, Kevin, and this is what you get for 
it!", said my Mom. "I told you that you'd really get punished for this! 
Do you have anything to say, Kevin?"
	"I'm sorry."
	"Okay, you're sorry, but it's too late now! You were warned!"
	"Can I take the diapers off now?", he asked.
	"No! No, you cannot take the diapers off! NEVER!", said mom.
	"How long will I have to wear them?", was his next question.
	"A very, very, very long time!", said my mom. "You had better get 
used to them because you're not ever getting taken out of them! NEVER! 
NEVER! NEVER!"
	 "Not even school?" Kevin asked.
	 "No! You are in diapers forever, Kevin! That is final!"
	He started to reach for the pins on the outer diaper inside of his 
plastic pants. Mom slapped his hand.
	"You don't touch those diapers, young man! They will stay on you 
except for when either Angie or I change you! Is that understood?"
	"Y-y-yes", said Kevin nervously.
	"Since you can't pee or poop on anything anymore, we're moving the 
lock from Angie's room to the bathroom. Everyone except YOU will have a 
key to it!"
	Kevin had one more question.
	"Will I be wearing pants over these diapers?"
	"Of course not, silly! We want everyone to see you in diapers! 
We'll buy you some new pants to wear over them when you're in school!"
	I immediately got on the phone and invited Heather over.
	"Heather! He did it!", I told her. "He peed and pooped on my 
clothes and I told my Mom! We've got him in diapers now! He looks so 
cute with his butt bulging out! Why don't you come over?"
	Heather said "I'll be right there! I gotta see him!" She also 
mentioned that she wanted to bring along her little brother, who was 
just as obnoxious and in need of some serious discipline for doing the 
same thing. It seemed as if the two boys had read each other's minds, 
but it was just a coincidence, I suppose. I don't know, I suppose more 
boys behave this way than I realize.
	Anyway, when she arrived, her little brother was spanked and then 
tightly bound into several thick cloth diapers. He was then sentenced to 
wearing them for the remaining years of his childhood, just like Kevin, 
who never again peed or pooped onto or into anything except the diapers 
that were perpetually pinned onto him.

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