The Thunder Child
By BoyChild

=== Part 01 ===

My name is Jeremy Lowe. This is the story of my childhood, 
at least the craziest parts any way. I'll start at around 
eight years old and work my way up.

	I woke to my mom shaking my shoulder. "Wake up Baby 
It's time to get ready for school." she said in that loving 
voice that made me feel like I was the most important little 
boy in the world. As I was stepping out of the world of 
dreams where we are all truly equal, into the light of a new 
day in reality, I felt the tapes being peeled back on my 
diaper. I looked down across my chest and watched as she 
slid the wet pamper out from under my now cold bottom. "Wow" 
she said "You really soaked that one". I was lying on the 
pad that went across my bed to protect it from diaper leaks, 
wearing only my T-shirt. "WAKE UP!" She shouted. "You need 
to get ready for school!" I startled back awake and jumped 
out of bed. After tossing my wet pamper in the trash, Mom 
pointed to the bathroom at the end of the hall and told me 
to get in there and bathe. I walked naked ( with Only my T-
shirt on ) past my two sisters, Kim and Mandy. Mandy, two 
years older than me, had just been in the bath room and 
every thing was steamy. I went in and bathed. As I walked in 
to my room I found the clothes mom had laid out on the bed 
for me. I got dressed, then went down stairs to breakfast. 
There at the table was Kim. Kim who was seven, was eating a 
bowl of apple jacks and was in her usual morning bad mood. 
"Hey pamper butt" she said in her most evil tone. "go to 
hell you brat" I quipped. "That's diapers after school 
Jeremy" Mom yelled from the kitchen. I cringed. "But Mom, 
she called me pamper butt again" I pleaded. "You need to 
stop that cursing Jeremy" "I'm going to do what ever it 
takes to stop it" Kim looked at me and smiled. God! I hate 
it when she does that. Now I would Have to wear and use my 
diapers, as soon as I got home from school. That had become 
mom's punishment of choice. This had started when I got in 
trouble one day last week for throwing a fit about not 
getting to go to a movie with Sam. Mom told me if I acted 
like a big baby, I would be treated like one. Sense I was 
still having to use diapers at night, ( I have a small 
bladder ) It was very easy to follow through with her 
threat. It must have worked because' she'd been rubbing my 
nose in it all week. Now it's going to happen again. The 
memory was still fresh of that Sunday afternoon two weeks 
ago.  
	Mom bursting in to my room where I was slamming my 
G.I.-Joes in to the front of my four drawer dresser and 
yelling at the top of my lungs that I wanted to go to the 
movie with Sam. "OK Dammit" Mom yelled "You want to act like 
a baby I'll treat ya like a baby" I didn't know what to 
think about that. I remember backing up against my dresser 
as Mom yanked my closet door open reached in to the open box 
of pampers XLs that I wore at night, and grabbed a diaper. 
She then turned toward me, took my hand and led me out of 
the house and in to the front yard. I was about to DIE she 
was holding one of my diapers where just any one could see 
it. But it was going to get a lot worse before it got any 
better. " Lay down!" Mom yelled. "Oh god no!" I begged. With 
a hard slap across the face I was knocked down to the ground 
crying. Mom had always diapered me at night just before 
tucking me into bed. But this was nothing like that. She 
rolled me over on to my back and started to undo my jeans. I 
tried to get her to stop but she raised her hand as if to 
slap me again. I was not about to make her do that again. I 
looked frantically around and could see some people down the 
street playing basketball in there driveway. They didn't 
seem to have noticed us but I was sure the whole world was 
watching and laughing at me right then. While informing me 
that this is how we were going to treat little boys who act 
like babies instead of eight year olds, Mom was removing my 
clothes and tapping me in to my night diapers. I was crying 
hard by then. As mom tried to fasten the second and last 
tape, I kicked at her. Big mistake! She finished with the 
tapes, then yanked me up on my feet and dragged me crying to 
the porch swing. Sitting down she pulled me across her lap. 
Wearing only my diaper, she spanked me on my leg, just below 
my pamper. She spanked me so hard I wished I hadn't kicked 
her after all. When she was finished I fell off her legs on 
to my knees and cried like I had never cried in my life. The 
pain was so bad I had forgotten about my diapered condition. 
I finally stopped crying enough to think about my situation. 
When I turned around I wanted to die. There stood Sam. Sam 
was my best friend. He knew about my night diapers, but 
wasn't expecting to see anything like this. "See how we 
treat big babies here Sam." Mom said to Sam who was standing 
on the side walk. 

=== Part 02 === 

	Sam was paralyzed with astonishment. He had been my 
best friend sense kindergarten. Now we were in the second 
grade together. Sam who is two months older than me, and 
proud of it, has brown hair and eyes. Just like me. Most 
people think we're brothers. We do look a lot alike. Dad 
says were both the runts of our litters. That's because both 
of us are small for our age. Sam had often stayed over at my 
house over night and knew that mom had always been discreet 
even as far as taking me in to her bedroom and diapering me 
at night so Sam wouldn't see anything. The few times I 
stayed at Sam's house overnight mom would ask Sam's mom to 
send me back to my house at bed time to be diapered. I 
wanted to say something but I started crying again and ran 
in to the house. Mom came back in to the house and told me I 
would keep my diaper on all day, and maybe if I could act 
like an eight year old I could have my underwear back 
tomorrow. I spent that day in my room ashamed of having been 
diapered like that. That evening I was needing to pee bad. I 
went in to the bathroom and pulled down the front of my 
pamper and peed in the toilet. I didn't tell anyone because' 
I knew Mom was expecting me to use the pampers so if I asked 
her about it I knew what she would say. She hadn't said 
either way so I used the toilet and kept it quiet. Around 
9:00 p.m. mom called me in to the den were she was cleaning 
house and asked if I needed a dry diaper before going to 
bed. "I don't think so" I said "I'm dry". Mom looked at me 
with suspicion in her eyes and said "Your dry" "It's been 
seven hours sense you were put in to that diaper and you 
haven't wet it yet?" She asked. I knew she would be mad if I 
confessed, but if she knew already and I lied now, She'd 
take this diaper thing even farther. I thought I was 
screwed. I didn't see any other option but to tell her the 
truth. "I used the toilet" "You didn't tell me I had to use 
the diapers." I whined. "Well we'll let it slide this time." 
"But remember, If you make me do this to you again, I'll 
expect you to use the pampers." That's why you're wearing 
them". "When you are acting like a baby I'm going to treat 
you like one." "That means using them like a big baby". "Is 
that understood?" She asked. When I went to bed that night I 
couldn't help but think about Sam. I knew I would see him 
the next day in school. ( He is my BEST friend and never 
said a word about it. ) At 10:30 PM when dad came home from 
his twelve hour shift at the airport, ( My Dad's a cop ) I 
over heard him and mom laughing about me. It was then that I 
knew This diaper punishment was going to be a problem.  
	  Please Mom" I begged. "Don't make me wear a diaper". 
"Please". "I won't curse any more I promise". Mom let me off 
the hook and warned me there would be no second chances". I 
knew she meant what she was saying. I wasn't hungry for 
breakfast any more, so I left early for school.  
	  As I rode my bike toward the bike rack on the 
playground, I noticed Sam standing at the bike rack, sitting 
on someone else's bike. "Guess what" Sam asked as he climbed 
off the bike he was sitting on. "What" I asked. "Dad said we 
could go camping at lake Table Rock this weekend." "Can you 
go?" Sam asked with a smile that said this was more than 
just a camping trip. "I don't know" I replied. "Mom's mad at 
me lately she'll probably say no" I said locking up my ten 
speed. I asked who all was going, and Sam told me his Mom, 
Dad, and Crissy.  
	  Sam's parents were the Morgan's. April and Tom 
Morgan. They started a used car dealership five years ago 
and just now have any time to do any thing with Sam and 
Crissy. Crissy, Sam's fourteen year old big sister, has been 
my baby-sitter for two years. She's used to diapering me for 
bedtime. I liked the way Crissy put diapers on me. She 
always makes me feel like It's OK to be eight years old and 
wear diapers to bed.  
	  We went into home room and sat down in our desks. 
During class we were busy whispering to each other about the 
camping trip. It seemed Sam was getting a BB-gun for his 
birthday and wasn't aloud to shoot it in town. His mom had a 
weird way of keeping us from having fun. At fifteen minutes 
till lunch Mrs.Harms yelled out our names. "One more time 
and you'll be in Mr. Hampton's office". We didn't even make 
it to lunch.  
	  "Mr. Lowe" Mr. Hampton barked with a voice that made 
every second grader's heart skip a beat. "Let's hear your 
story".  "Uh.." "I Uh...I was just trying to ask Sam if he 
could loan me his eraser". I thought it was convincing. Mr. 
Hampton didn't. I was already starting to lose my composer 
as I put my sweaty palms down on the big metal desk in the 
center of Mr. Hampton's office. He always liked to scare the 
crap out of you before he beat ya with his two foot long 
paddle. This was accomplished by hitting the soles of his 
cowboy boots several times to "warm it up" he would say. The 
loud "POP" that those boots made would make you cry just 
hearing it. I stood there my butt sticking out to make a 
good target, as Mr. Hampton held his paddle against my butt. 
He slowly brought it back so far, It was in a different zip 
code when he started back with it. The "WHAP!" was the first 
thing that you noticed then soon after a rush of pain that 
words can't describe. My butt burned so bad I wondered if it 
was going to do permanent damage. WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! I 
was in tears and bawling my lungs out. Mr. Hampton ordered 
me back in to my chair. "I see this is the fourth time 
you've gotten licks this month". He said while writing a 
discipline notice for me to take home and have signed by Mom 
and Dad. "You have a lot of growing up to do Mr. Lowe". His 
words brought back the memories of a few weeks ago when Mom 
decided to use my pampers as punishment. Handing me the pink 
slip of paper, Mr. Hampton said, "Your mom or dad will have 
to come in for a discipline conference in the next three 
days or you will be suspended for three days". "Yes sir" I 
choked out while wiping tears away from my eyes 
	 At lunch Sam told me he had been through the same 
thing. He'd only had two meetings with Mr. Hampton in the 
last month. So his parents didn't have to come in for a 
conference. "Shit Sam" "How am I going to tell mom" I had 
started to cry again with my head down between my legs. "How 
bad can it be Jeremy?" Sam asked seeing that I was scared. 
"It can be real bad I cried out through the tears" "Hey man 
if it's that diaper thing I won't tell anyone I promises" 
That didn't help. It only made me more upset. I don't 
remember the rest of that day I just remember how fast it 
went buy.  

===Part 03=== 

	  As I was putting my bike in the garage I saw Mom 
coming back from the garden she had a hand full of bags and 
some garden tools in her arms. She was all sweaty and had 
dirt on her hands and face. Her short brown hair had little 
pieces of grass and stuff in it, and her tight jeans had 
dirt on the knees. She had been out there all afternoon 
weeding and harvesting what ever was ripe. I decided to go 
ahead and confess while she was all tired and sweaty hoping 
she would be to tired to get real mad. Handing her my pink-
slip I said "I got in trouble for talking in class today 
mom." " I was just asking Sam to loan me a piece of paper." 
I lied. It worked, I guess. She did get mad but she only 
yelled at me and told me I was restricted to my room for the 
rest of the week. I went up stairs without any arguments. 
Any thing to avoid having to wear diapers.  
	  That night at around ten O-clock, mom and dad came 
into my room. I had been reading comics and playing with my 
G.I.-Joe men all evening. I sensed trouble when I noticed 
dad carrying a paddle as he walked in behind mom. "Get on 
the bed Jeremy." "NOW!!"  Dad yelled. I jumped up from the 
floor, and sat on the bed. Oh god.. This is going to be bad. 
I thought. "So you can't keep your yap shut" "Huh?" I knew 
this was the part where I was supposed to beg for my life. 
"Not me I thought, I'm eight years old, I shouldn't have to 
beg for my life." I told my self trying to boost my courage. 
I started to cry. Not so much balling but, just the quivers 
and my eyes starting to water. So much for courage. "What do 
we need to do?" mom asked as if I was maybe going to tell 
her that I needed the crap beat out of me. How the hell are 
you supposed to answer that question? "I'm sorry" I whined. 
"Just stop that damn whining right now!" Dad scolded. My 
mind was spinning so fast I couldn't remember my own name. 
Trying to compose my self, I said, "I was just trying to 
barrow a piece of paper from Sam."  Every time I told that 
lie, it seemed like I could feel my nose growing another 
inch. "That's not what Sam told April and Tom, honey." Mom 
said with an overtone of disappointment, mixed with 
sympathy. I sat there on my twin bed with red lights and 
sirens going off in my head, wondering what to do next. What 
move to make. How was I going to slip my head out of the 
noose, that was already so tight, it was choking me? "I'm 
sorry" I blurted out so spontaneously, It caught all of us 
by surprise. "I won't talk in class no more" I bellowed, the 
tears and sobbing coming on like a freight train. "I'm so 
sorry." "I swear I'll never do it again." Mom and Dad sat 
there quietly waiting for me to stop my crying so, they 
could pass sentence on there little convict. In my fit of 
guilt, fear, and shame, I had rolled over on my pillow and 
buried my face in it. After a few minutes I sat up wiping 
snot and tears from my face. My eyes were burning and red. I 
was again trying to maintain eye contact with my parents 
when dad started in. "Well, now all that's left is finding a 
punishment that fits the crime." Dad said sarcastically. 
"Son," Mom started. "I think we need to put you back in 
diapers for a while." I heard and watched her say it, but 
there's always that tiny thread of hope that it was all a 
bad dream, and I would wake up to a dark bedroom with two or 
three O-clock showing on my old Big-Bird alarm clock. Not! 
"For how long?" I asked, head down.  "Until we see an 
improvement in your behavior." Dad barked, with Mom nodding 
in agreement. "It's high time you start acting your age." 
"If you act like a big toddler, we're going to treat ya like 
one." Mom's words echoed in my head. Mom then got up and 
walked out of the room, leaving me alone with dad and his 
paddle.  
	  The first lick sounded to me like a gun shot. There 
was that little delay before the pain shot out of every inch 
of my bare butt. The pain was bad, but it was the fear made 
that me start wailing. I thought I was going to die. My dad 
has a gift for scarring the crap out of me. When I think 
back on it, I wasn't being hit that hard. It was dad's gift 
that made you think he was going to kill you. After ten 
licks and a lot of dancing and crying, Mom came back in to 
my room with a brown paper bag. I was standing at the foot 
of my bed when, mom told me to lay down on my bed and to 
leave my jeans and Spiderman Underoos on the floor. Out of 
the bag she pulled a diaper like I had never seen before. It 
had four tapes on it, and it was a lot bigger than the 
pampers XL's that I was used to wearing. Yanking my left leg 
up, Mom slid the new diaper under my butt. As she taped it 
in place I could tell it was a lot bigger than the old ones. 
As it turned out mom had been hoping I would grow out of my 
bed wetting before she had to start using small adult 
diapers on me. The next five minutes were a non stop lecture 
about my new life in diapers. "You will use them for 
everything" "No using the toilet" "You will ware them to 
school every day until you start acting like an eight year 
old" The list went on and on. After the lecture I was told 
to get in bed. "You have school in the morning" Dad said 
with a smile. PART 04 "Jesus Christ!" I screamed as the old 
ford school bus stopped at my bus stop. The kids on the bus 
were hanging out of the busses small windows, and waving 
pampers at me while screaming out, "Jeremy's a baby," 
"Jeremy's a baby," "Jeremy's a baby." 
	  I felt my face go red hot. Then, at the same time, I 
felt huge tears running down my face. How did they know I 
would be wearing a diaper today? I asked my self. My mind 
spinning, nothing was making sense! I left the house in just 
a blue pocket T-shirt and one of my new diapers, not five 
minutes ago. Nobody could have made arraignments like this 
in five minutes!? Who knew to bring a box of pampers on the 
bus to have them for my stop? The questions were flying out 
from my brain like shrapnel exploding from a grenade. There 
were no answers.  "Get on the bus now!" "You big baby." 
Shouted the bus driver.  "Wait a minute!" I warned myself. 
That's not Mr. Thompson, our gray-haired bus driver. It's 
Mr. Hampton my principle! I was starting to get dizzy. Mr. 
Hampton who was wearing his usual brown polyester suit, was 
reaching for his paddle on the dash. "Oh god no! He's going 
spank me again" I thought. Soon all of the kids started to 
make " Ooooo" sounds. It was then that I noticed Sam. He was 
wearing a surfer dude T-shirt and his Cowboys cap. Sam who 
was also hanging out of the window waving a diaper at me, 
was laughing! "NO! NO! Not you Sam" I cried. I was not, 
getting on THAT bus. Just as Mr. Hampton leaped out of the 
bus at me. I bolted and ran for my house. As I ran down the 
length of the bus to get around it, I could hear my diaper 
making a lot of noise. It was so noisy that, the kids, Sam 
included, broke out in another fit of laughter. I just ran 
even faster. I wasn't thinking about anything by then. My 
mind had shut down. Nothing made sense. I Remember hearing 
the tires scream, a loud thud, then silent darkness. 
	  Soon after the darkness over took me, I spotted a 
small flash of light in the center of the darkness. It 
quickly grew to a very bright light. A wave of terror ran 
threw my soul. Oh shit I thought, I must be dead. An evil 
mixture of fear, panic, rage, and terror over took my mind. 
I'd heard about people dyeing and being brought back to 
life, who tell about seeing a bright light.  
	  Jeremy! A voice called from the blackness. 
	  Who's that I wondered. One of my dead great 
grandparents maybe?  
	
	 Jeremy! The voice called again. 
	  It's a woman. OH GOD!! I can see her! She's reaching 
for me! SHIT! SHIT! I thought what do I do? I asked my 
brain. It was useless, my brain was scrambled. SCREAM! I 
told my self. I was trying but nothing was coming out. I 
tired so hard to scream, my throat was starting to burn like 
I had just drank a glass of Tabasco sauce. I tried to run. 
OH GOD! Did I want to run. I was frozen with fear. Then as 
if some one released me from a death grip I bolted off of my 
bed, slamming mom in to my dresser. WHAT!!! How did I get 
here?! Now I was standing in my room!? Then like the turn of 
a switch someone started a scream that sounded like that of 
a small animal that's trapped and knows the end is near. 
Wait! I thought. It's ME! I'm screaming. I next noticed that 
I was soaking wet from head to toe. How? I wondered. It was 
just no good my brain was overloaded.  
	  "Baby" "Baby" Mom called to me. It was all a dream, I 
realized. I suddenly stopped screaming and fell limp into my 
mothers arms. The life had been wrung out of me. I was a 
whimpering vegetable. Mom helped me back into bed. She 
reached a finger inside my diaper and pronounced me soaked. 
I closed my eyes as I listened to the sharp rip of the tapes 
being pulled loose from my diaper. I don't recall any more 
of that morning. It seems Mom changed my wet diaper and 
pulled my covers back over me and left me to sleep. It was 
after twelve when I woke up that Tuesday. I could hear mom 
in the living room with the vacuum. I got up and waddled 
down to the kitchen. It turned out that the new small adult 
diapers were a lot bulkier than my old pampers Xls. "Mom" I 
croaked. My voice was trashed from all the screaming. "Can I 
have a bowel of fruit loops?"  
	  "Yea, sure honey." Mom replied. "You need to get out 
of that wet diaper and bathe so we can make your doctor 
appointment at two-thirty."  
	  "Doctor?" I asked. "Why do I have to see a doctor?" 
	  "He's not a doctor, he's a psychiatrist." I would 
have started crying but, I was all cried out by then. "Mom" 
I protested, "Why do I have to see a head shrinker?" "I'm 
not crazy." Or was I, I wondered privately.