Kolby’s Big Mistake

 

 

My name is Kolby and I’m 12 years old. My parents started putting diapers on me to punish me when I was 8. I have 3 brothers Kregg, my twin, Kolt, 10, Kourt 8 and 2 sisters, Kelsey 13 and Kami 7. They all get punished with diapers too but not as much as me. This is my story and it is true.

 

It was just after my brother and I turned 8 years old. I always got lots of spankings. A lot of times it was for stuff I had already been spanked for. I got spanked almost every day. Finally, my mom and dad told me that if they had to spank me twice for the same thing again they were going to put diapers on me. I believed them because they don’t say something unless they meant it. One day about a week after my birthday I called my big sister some really mean names. She’s one year older than me. Dad made me go get my paddle. We each have our own paddle and we get new ones on our birthdays. They are actually ping-pong paddles with the rubber backing shaved off. The paddle hurts, but it does not cause welts or anything like that, even though my parents spank long and hard. Every spanking is marked with a line. I went to get my paddle and on the way to take it to my dad I counted that I had got 6 spankings already. I was almost crying by the time I got to Dad. He pulled my pants and underwear down and put me over his knee. I got a really good spanking and had to stand in the corner with my pants down. My sister’s friends came over right after my spanking for a sleepover, so they saw my red butt when they came in the door. When I was allowed out of the corner I told my sister I was sorry. We hugged and made up.

 

The next morning while we were eating breakfast my sister was bothering me. She was teasing me about my spanking. She was just showing off in front of her friends. She’s not allowed to do that but instead of letting my mom take care of her I called her a really bad name. Mom looked at me and said, “Kolby Kristofer you go get your paddle right now.” I couldn’t believe what I did. It wasn’t even a whole day since I got spanked. But I wasn’t thinking about the threat of the diapers. I guess I forgot about it. My sister said, “Ha ha” and then she had to go get her paddle too, because teasing isn’t allowed. I got to the living room before my sister. Dad told mom he would spank me and she could spank Kelsey. He told me to take my pants and underpants off. That was not the way we usually did it. Usually I had them pulled down to my feet. But I knew I was already in big trouble so I didn’t ask about it. I got undressed and Dad gave me a long, hard spanking. I was crying like a little baby. My sister started getting spanked while I was getting spanked. I was glad because she started it by making fun of me. My spanking was done and I was in the corner. After mom put Kelsey in the corner I heard Dad say, “where are the diapers?” Mom said they were in her closet on the top shelf.

 

I remembered then what they told me just a couple of days before. I wanted to run and hide, but I was in the corner with no pants on. My butt really hurt and I knew if I tried to run away it would mean another spanking. So I stayed and waited. After a long time when I wasn’t crying anymore, Dad got me out of the corner and put me on the couch. He reminded me of the promise they made about the diapers. Then he lifted my butt up and put a diaper under me. He taped it tight around me and put plastic pants over it. I cried a little and asked him to please take it off. Mom said no, I had to wear diapers for two weeks. She said they warned me. I asked what if I had to go to the bathroom. She told me to come and tell her or Dad and they would tell me to use the diaper. But I had to tell them when I had to go or I would be spanked when I got my diaper changed. That was the first day I had to wear a diaper. It was a Sunday and I was not allowed to wear my pants over the diaper except to church. Sunday night I asked, “what about school?” Mom said I would wear shorts, or if it was cold, sweats. She said she would send diapers for the nurse or the secretary to change me if I needed it.

 

I got used to having the diapers on but I hated it. It felt so weird. It was really bulky, and when it was wet it sagged in the middle. It was really embarrassing, especially because the plastic pants made noise when I walked. But for almost two weeks I didn’t do anything bad and didn’t get one single spanking. Then in church on Sunday morning, the last day I had to wear my diapers, I started pressing the back of the pew in front of me with my foot. It was funny to see Mrs. Henderson get really stiff every time I did that. Mom changed places with my brother so she could sit next to me. She leaned over and told me to stop doing that. I knew that if I didn’t, she would get the wooden spoon out of her purse and take me out and spank me. I was bored with the sermon and soon my foot found its way back to the back of the pew again. I really didn’t do it to be bad, but it was just so funny to see Mrs. Henderson get stiff every time I pushed my foot. The wooden spoon appeared and Mom marched me out of the church down the center sisle. Everyone looked at me and smiled. I have always wondered why adults smile at a kid who is about to get a spanking. Mom swatted the back of my legs about 12 times and took my pants off. We went back in the church and everyone saw me in just my diaper. I remember wishing all that talk about Christ coming back would happen right then. It would at least take the attention away from me. After the last song I told Mrs. Henderson I was sorry. She said thank you for apologizing and told Mom thank you for disciplining me. Mom said, “Oh that was just a preview of coming attractions. Why don’t you and Jack come over for dinner and you can see him get what he deserves.” I knew that meant a spanking in front of them. I had been so good up until then.

 

When we got home Mom told me to go get my paddle. I had to wait in the living room while she put dinner in the oven. I sat with Mrs. Henderson and her husband, holding my paddle in just my diaper and a shirt. Mr. Henderson asked to see the paddle. I had to tell him what the lines meant. For some reason he was really interested in my paddle. Then I told him that all 6 of us have our own paddle. He told Dad that was a really good idea. Mom finally got done putting dinner in the oven. She came in and told the Hendersons that she was going to give me a good spanking and stand me in the corner until dinner was almost done. Then she said something that made my stomach do flip-flops.

 

“He was supposed to get out of his diapers tonight, but his behavior at church has earned him another week of wearing them.”

 

Mom put me on the floor and in front of Mr. and Mrs. Henderson took off my diaper, which was wet. That was really embarrassing to me. I was spanked, and I stood in the corner with my red butt showing. I stood there for about a half hour while Mom and Dad talked to the Hendersons. Dad finally got me out of the corner and put me on the couch. He put a diaper on me and taped it tight. Then he put another one on. I about died. After he put plastic pants on he told me to go wash my hands for dinner. I waddled out of the room and felt like the whole world could hear my plastic pants making their noise. During dinner Dad said, “You know, this is the first spanking Kolby has needed since we put diapers on him. He’s never gone for two weeks without a spanking. Thank you for recommending we use diapers on him.” I couldn’t believe it. The lady in the pew that I was kicking was the one who told my parents that they should use diapers to punish me. Mr. Henderson said that it has always worked for their son. He was in high school so I didn’t really know him and I never noticed he had diapers on. But I never really looked, either. I remember wondering who came up with the idea. But secretly I had to admit that even though I hated wearing the diapers it was nice to give my butt a break from all the spankings.

 

Then Mom announced that it works so well on me that they have decided to add it to spankings as regular punishments for all of us. My brothers and my big sister looked at me like it was my fault. My little sister was too little to really know what was going on. And that is how diaper punishment got started in our house.

 

Now I’m 12 and I still get punished with diapers. A lot. I can usually stay out of them for about 2 or 3 weeks then I get in trouble again. Sometimes time is added to a punishment because I am bad while I am already being punished. My twin brother doesn’t get punished as much as me. Neither do my other brothers and my sisters get it even less. But I don’t need to be punished as often as I did when it was just spankings, so my parents keep using diapers.

 

My most recent punishment came the Thursday before Easter. My new friend Chase asked me to go to the Soda Shack with him after school. This is against the rules. Mom and Dad don’t want us hanging out there because lots of kids go there and make trouble. But I really wanted to go. I called from school and left a message on the answering machine that I was going to the library and would be home in time for dinner and church. Then Chase and I went to his house. He told his mom we were going to the Soda Shack and he would be home in an hour. Before his mom had a chance to ask if this was okay with my mom we were out the door. I got home at 4:30. Dad was standing in the kitchen with the wooden spoon in his hand (this is always used as temporary punishment when there is not time to give a “real” spanking or when we are away from home.) He asked where I had been. I told him I left a message on the answering machine. After all, that was true. It didn’t answer his question, but I didn’t want to tell him where I had been. He informed me that he drove by the library to get me because we were going to go out for Chinese before church.

 

“Ms. Sanderson says you had not been in the library all afternoon,” Dad said. So I told him that I went to Chase’s house. It wasn’t a lie. I knew I was in trouble for lying on the answering machine, so I tried to tell the truth without saying where I had been just before I came home. Dad stood there for what seemed forever and Mom said, “I called Chase’s mom. Do you want to try telling the truth this time?” So I told them I went to the Soda Shack. Of course, they already knew that. Dad told me to pull my pants down. He sat in a kitchen chair, pulled me over his lap and gave me about 30 spanks with the spoon, making sure to hit where I was going to be sitting. “That will give you something to think about until we get home. Now get in the car.” I cried all the way to the Chinese restaurant. When one of my brothers or sisters tried to talk to me I was rude and told them to shut up. Everyone got out of the van, but Dad told me to stay. He told mom to go ahead and order soup and an egg roll for me, since I had a hot dog at the Soda Shack. He got in the back with me.

 

“I know this evening has not started out pleasantly for you and you have more punishment to look forward to, but you are not going to ruin it for the rest of the family because of your attitude.” He pulled me over his lap and gave me another spanking with the spoon. After he gave me the extra spanks we went in. Mom had the owner get a wooden chair for me. I sat very still because it hurt to move much. The wooden spoon was put in front of me, I guess to make sure I behaved.

 

We went to church and I sat very uncomfortably through the entire service, hardly moving a muscle. Wooden pews feel very hard to a butt that has just been spanked. When we got home it was about 8:00. Dad told me to go put on my pajama tops and take all my other clothes off. “When you are done changing bring me your paddle.” I slowly got undressed. I picked up the paddle knowing that it was only the beginning of my problems. I wanted to hide somewhere, but I didn’t want to make things worse. When I went to the living room the diapers and plastic pants were on the couch. It looked like a stack of a hundred diapers sitting there. I sat down while Mom and Dad lectured me about lying. Lying is something that we get punished really hard for. My butt was already stinging from the earlier spankings and I was not looking forward to being spanked with the paddle. I was also not looking forward to spending an eternity wearing diapers.

 

I thought to myself, “Of all the stupid things to do. Why did I think I could get away with any of this?” I knew this was going to be a big punishment. Not just the spanking. That was going to be really hard and really long and I would probably have a sore butt for a couple of days. But I was going to be in diapers for a long time, too. The lecture went on and on.

 

“Lying will not be tolerated, especially when you try to cover up one lie with half-truths. Do you really think that you can get away with things like that? Why when we ask you a question don’t you just tell us the truth? What if something had happened to you? No one knew where you were, not even your brother.”

 

Finally, Dad pulled me over his lap and started spanking. Man, did it hurt. After I stood in the corner for about a half hour Mom made me lie on the couch. My littlest brother, Kourt, and my little sister were in the room. That made it even worse for me. Not that the picture being painted is all that unusual-- Kolby, in trouble again. What’s it been, three weeks? (Actually it had been 11 days, but whose counting?) Mom told me to lift my butt up and put a diaper under me. I started to squirm. I did not want this to happen.

 

“Stop,” my mom said, “or you’ll get another spanking. Don’t make things worse than they already are, Kolby.”

 

Another spanking would also mean more time in diapers. I had not been told how long I would have to spend wearing them this time, but I did know that it was already longer than I wanted too. So I just lay there. By this point in my life I was always put in more than one diaper. Mom told me to lift my butt again and she taped another diaper around me, making it very snug. Then she put plastic pants over those. I thought I was getting only two diapers, so I started to get up. “We’re not done,” Mom said, telling me to lie back down. “Lift your butt again,” she instructed. She put another diaper on. Then another. And another pair of plastic pants. I didn’t move. “Lift your butt again.” My butt was pretty sore and all this lifting was not helping that situation. She put two more diapers on.

 

“Stand up,” she said. It was embarrassing to stand up in front of her with just diapers on. She held out another pair of plastic pants and told me to put my foot through the leg opening. “Now the other one.” She pulled the plastic pants up over the bulk of diapers. Dad had made sure when he spanked me to spank where the elastic of the plastic pants fit tight around my leg. I stood in front of mom in tears. “I’m sorry,” I said. “Please don’t make me wear this many.” I had never had on six diapers before, and it was really uncomfortable.

“Kolby, don’t,” Dad said. “You know not to resist.” This was true, but I was just so uncomfortable. Not to mention embarrassed. “Three weeks, Kolby,” my dad continued. “No pants except at school and at church.” Not that I could have gotten pants on even if I wanted to. I had been in diapers for three weeks before, but not for one punishment. I asked if I could go to my room. Mom told me no. She made me sit with the rest of the family while we watched a movie. It was real embarrassing to sit there with my butt bulging in so many diapers. When we went to bed, Mom and Dad came in to tuck us in. They gave me hugs and kisses and told me they love me. I was so glad there was no school the next day. I spent Friday and Saturday in diapers and a T-shirt.

 

Kregg talked to me Friday morning when we were alone in our room. “Why do you do stuff like that, Kolby? You know where it’s going to get you.” I told him I don’t know. I just wanted to go to the Soda Shack and saying I was going to the library seemed like a good idea at the time. “You gotta start thinking Kolby. You don’t think before you do stuff.” Kregg and I are the same age but you would think he is 10 years older than me sometimes.

 

Chase called on Friday afternoon. “My mom said your mom called yesterday. Did you get in trouble?”

 

“Yeah,” I said. “Big time.”

 

“How long are you grounded for?” Chase was new at school and didn’t know about the diaper discipline. I sighed and thought, oh well, he’s going to learn pretty soon, anyway.

 

“Um, I don’t get grounded,” I told him.

 

“You’re kidding,” he said as though he had never heard of such a thing. “So do you get your bottom spanked?” He was being sarcastic. I was embarrassed.

 

“Actually, yes. With a ping pong paddle.” There. That part was over.

 

“Quick and easy, huh?”

 

“Not exactly,” I said, thinking I’ve got to tell him the rest. The guy would probably die laughing if I waited until he saw it. So I blurted out, “I have to wear diapers for three weeks, too.”

 

Dead silence. I checked to see if the phone was still on. “You’re joking.”

 

I wish. “No,” I said. “That’s how I’m punished. I have to wear diapers. It happens a lot.” There. It was out. Now I could die of embarrassment.

 

Chase was quiet for a second. Then he started asking questions. What do they feel like, how did it start, did Kregg have to do it too. I didn’t mind the questions. It’s better than letting him use his imagination. I told him everything there was to tell. Then he wanted to come over. I’m not allowed to say no to requests like that just because I’m in diapers, so I said sure, come on over. When he got there he just stared.

 

“Wow,” he said. “I’ve never seen anything like it.” I just thought, you haven’t seen anything yet. We played with the Play Station for a while and mom invited him to stay for dinner and spend the night. I wanted to fall through the floor. Couldn’t we just ease into this? About an hour before dinner I told my mom I had to pee. She told me to go ahead. I wet my diaper and Chase was fascinated.

 

“You have to ask to pee in your diaper?”

 

“Yeah,” I said. “House rules.”

 

Just before dinner Mom came in and told me she wanted to change me. I was almost in tears. It was bad enough that I had to wet in front of my friend. I did not want to be changed in front of him, too. Being changed in front of my brothers and sisters was bad enough. Fortunately I was spared. Mom took me to her room to change me. I started crying while she peeled off the layers of diapers and plastic pants.

 

“Come on Kolby,” my mom tried to soothe me. “It’s not the end of the world. Chase’s mom had to go take care of his grandmother because she fell this afternoon and broke her hip. That’s why I invited him to stay. He doesn’t know about his grandma and his mom wants to wait until they know more about what is going on before she tells him.” So she didn’t do it to embarrass me. That made me feel a little better. I was still sniffling a little bit when I went back to my room.

 

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but do you always cry when you get changed?” I guess he was just really curious about the whole diaper discipline thing.

 

“I’m just really embarrassed,” I said, wiping my eyes.

 

“Hey,” said Chase. “It’s weird, but what can you do? You don’t have to be embarrassed in front of me.” Easy for you to say, I thought. You’re not 12 with diapers on.

 

On Easter Sunday I was allowed to wear my suit pants, but they did not hide my diapers very well. Mrs. Henderson made a remark about how I must have been a naughty boy again. I wanted to call her a name, but caught myself just before it came out of my mouth. One of my smarter moves in past few days.

 

We got home from church and were given our Easter baskets. We got lots of good candy and my twin brother and I got cash cards for Wal-Mart. I ate a lot of the candy through the day. My favorite, a solid chocolate bunny was gone by bedtime. When it was time for bed my diapers were changed and I climbed into bed happily filled with chocolate bunny. I went to sleep, but woke up at about midnight. I couldn’t go back to sleep. Probably because of the chocolate. The whole house was dark and Dad was snoring so I knew everyone was sound asleep. I snuck into the home office. I was going to play computer games, but I saw that someone didn’t log off the internet, so I started reading Deeker’s web page, which my parents had shown me a few months earlier. I read a couple of stories and then started looking at the surveys. I decided to fill one out. It took me a while, but I finished it and submitted it. I was just logging off when the office light was switched on. “I’m dead,” I thought. “I’m freaking dead.”

 

“What do you think you’re doing?” asked my mom. The spanking for lying and my multiple diapers and plastic pants made me decide to tell her what I had done. I showed her the survey on the web site. She said, “Oh, Kolby. I don’t care that you did this, but it could have waited. You know you are not allowed to be on the internet without supervision. You also know you are not allowed to be on the computer without permission. And, you are not allowed to get out of bed unless it is to tell us you need to go potty. When your diaper is changed in the morning before school you will be spanked. Now go back to bed.” I went back to bed with tears in my eyes. I knew a spanking before school was going to be with the wooden spoon because there would not be enough time to give me the spanking I deserved. I would get that after school. I also knew that the before school spanking was just the beginning. I was looking at another week in diapers. Maybe two. I cried myself to sleep. The next morning after breakfast I was taken to my room to be changed. Mom brought the spoon with her and spanked me really hard. I had never gotten such a hard spanking with the spoon. She must have swatted me 50 times on each cheek. It was fast. It only took about 15 seconds. The spanks landed right where the tight elastic on the legs of the plastic pants is. When she put the diapers on she added three diapers and another pair of plastic pants. Then she told me I was not allowed to wear pants to school. I was already crying from the spanking and this made me cry more. She took me to school and went in to talk to the teacher. It was not the first time I had to go to school without any pants on and everyone at school knows that my siblings and I get punished with diapers. (We go to a small private school where discipline seems to be a subject like math and reading.) But this did not make the situation any less embarrassing. She gave the teacher my diaper bag and the teacher told me to put it in the closet in the back of the room. I waddled back to the back of the room, very aware of the looks I was getting and the awful crinkle of the plastic pants. Then mom went to talk to the school nurse and the secretary to reminded them to spank me if I asked to be changed because those are the rules. I am allowed to ask to have my diaper changed but I have to ask with the paddle in my hands. At recess everyone was asking me what I did wrong this time. I got made fun of. Some of the boys called me names, and the girls acted like I was their little baby that had to be taken care of. But it didn’t last long.

 

When I got home from school mom told me to go get my paddle. I was ready. I knew I deserved to be punished, and in a way I think it makes me feel better. I went in my room and saw my dad putting up the crib. That had not been used for a long time. I asked him why he was putting it up.

 

“To be sure you don’t sneak out of bed again.”

 

I couldn’t believe it. “But what if I have to go potty and have to tell you and mom?” The rule has always been we have to tell one of them before we use our diapers. They don’t want us to lose control of our bladders and bowels.

 

“Don’t whine, Kolby. We’re putting in the baby monitor.”

 

Even though I feel helpless in diapers, I have never really been treated like a baby, except that I have to pee and poop in the diapers and say when I need to “go potty”. I was scared to ask if I was going to have to drink out of a bottle, afraid it might give them ideas, so I decided not to bring it up. I took the paddle to my mom.

 

“This is big Kolby. You broke three major rules at one time.” She didn’t really have to tell me what those rules were, but I guess she thought she had to be sure I knew why I was getting the spanking that was coming, so she went into them one by one. “You will be well spanked, a spanking like you have never gotten before. Furthermore, your diaper time is extended three weeks – per broken rule.” I did the math. I was already in punishment for three weeks for lying. Three weeks for each broken rule was nine more weeks. Three months in diapers? I was stunned. I guess it showed. She had more to say. “Your dad and I talked about it and decided that the extra nine weeks can be cut to three if you get a spanking every night. You have until Wednesday to make up your mind.” I thought she was done and stood there waiting for her to take my diapers off and spank me. I wished she would just do it. But she still had more to say. “Your dad is setting up the crib for you. You will sleep in it for the remainder of the school year with the mesh top on it. If you try to take the top off and climb out you will be punished further. Your new bedtime is 7:30. You will wear no pajamas, just your diapers and plastic pants. You will not stall going to bed or you will get a bedtime spanking. Do I make myself clear?” My parents don’t yell, they just talk very firmly and there is no question they are meant to be listened to.

 

“Yes ma’am,” I said. “I’m sorry I was so bad.”

 

Mom gave me a hug. She said, “Kolby, you have always had a problem making wise decisions. You are getting better, but I cannot let last night’s behavior go unpunished, especially given that you were already in punishment when you broke the rules.”

 

“Yes ma’am,” I said again. “Can I ask a question before you spank me?”

 

“Of course sweetie.”

 

“Am I going to be allowed to wear my pants to school for the rest of the week?” I’m not sure why that was so important to know before I got spanked, but I wanted to know.

 

“No. You will go in just diapers. No pants all week. If you behave over the weekend you may wear shorts next week.”

 

“OK,” I said. Finally she had me lie down on the floor, took the layers of diapers off, and gave me the hardest spanking I have ever had in my life. When I was put in the crib at 7:30 Mom told me I was to e-mail Deeker the next day and tell him why my survey was sent so late at night, and what the consequences of my actions were. Mom and Dad turned out the light, and as I listened to my brothers and sisters playing outside I thought, 12 years old, in a crib with a baby monitor, 9 diapers and 4 pairs of plastic pants. I curled up in a ball, crying about what I had gotten myself into and trying to decide if I wanted spankings or if I wanted to spend three months in diapers. Neither sounded like much fun. I was still crying a little when my brother came to bed at 9:00.

 

“You still awake, Kolby?”

 

I pretended not to hear. I was not about to get in more trouble for talking after I went to bed. My butt hurt from being spanked twice in one day. I had no desire to add another spanking. Not to mention if I keep misbehaving I will end up in diapers for my entire life.

 

“Kolby?” Kolt persisted. After the fourth or fifth time he said my name I heard my dad’s voice in the baby monitor.

 

“Kregg, get your pants off and bring me your paddle. You know you are not to disturb your brother when he is in his crib.” I listened to dad lecture Kregg and tell him he would wear diapers for a week for trying to get me in more trouble.

 

“I wasn’t trying to get him in trouble,” Kregg said in a pretty sassy tone of voice. Big mistake on his part.

 

“Your mouth just got you another two weeks of diapers,” said my dad. Then I listened to him give Kregg his spanking, his first in three months. I cringed for my brother, but at the same time grinned to myself. Now I would not be the only one in diapers and my identical twin brother and I would be dressed alike again, for three weeks anyway.

 

I ended up choosing to wear the diapers for three months. It has been really hard for me to deal with this punishment. It is the most severe I have ever had. But I guess it gives me plenty of time to think about my behavior, which is usually really good when I am in diapers. I am still asking myself why I got myself in this situation. When I go to bed at 7:30 I lie in the crib and think about things. I want this to be my last time wearing diapers. I hope I can do it. I want to write more stories, but I don’t want to collect more experiences to base them on!