Mom, Me and Jamie

	Every time I hear about some male teenager who has a 
discipline problem I'm reminded of the summer I turned 
sixteen. Mom had agreed to take care of my 15 year old 
cousin, Jamie, while his parents toured Europe. He arrived a 
rude, boorish, male pig but he left a polite, delightful 
young man. 
	He was small and blonde, almost delicate in body 
structure. He had fine facial features which, even I 
guessed, would make him very attractive once puberty was 
over. I suppose his slight frame contributed to his rude 
behavior - he was trying to make up for not being a bigger 
male. 
	Anyway, he was a pain right from the start. The first 
flare up came after Mom fell into the toilet one night. 
Until Jamie arrived we had been an all-female household. 
There was just Mom and me, you see, so the toilet seats 
always stayed down. I guess we didn't bother to check any 
more. 
	I heard Mom scream, curse (a rarity for her) and then, 
a few minutes later, pound down the hall to Jamie's room 
where she woke him up and to scold him for being so 
inconsiderate. Imagine my shock when he told her to f--- 
off! 
	I remember pulling the sheets over my head. Mom didn't 
take back-talk lightly and the f-word was a big no-no. I 
waited for the explosion but it never came - at least not 
then. 
	Things were tense at breakfast but since it was a work 
and school day there wasn't much time to fret. Jamie and I 
caught the bus for school while Mom took the car to work. He 
was giving me a real hard time about the toilet seat thing 
and even announced to the bus that my Mom had "taken the 
plunge", making it sound as if it were all her fault for not 
looking where she was sitting. 
	When the bus dropped us off after school I was 
surprised to see Mom's car in the lane and a service van on 
the street. I thought something must have needed fixing. 
When we go through the front door the service man was just 
leaving. Mom thanked him for coming and then told me she 
wanted to see me in my room. 
	Normally that announcement spells trouble but this time 
I could tell she wasn't mad at me. She took me upstairs and 
explained that she had a solution for Jamie's toilet seat 
problem. One of the women at work had told her about it. 
	First, there was now a combination access lock on the 
bath room door. Only she and I were to know the combination. 
Second, Jamie would be spending his nights in diapers from 
now on. 
	I felt my jaw drop. Diapers! There was something wicked 
in that. It might be just the thing to shut that brat up! I 
skipped downstairs with sunshine in my heart. Mom had asked 
me not to say anything to Jamie before bed time. I had no 
trouble with that - boy was it going to be good! 
	Just before supper Jamie came wandering into the 
kitchen. "Where's my dinner?" he demanded and then, while 
picking at the cheese tray, asked stupidly, "What's with the 
metal box on the bathroom door? A reminder to watch where 
you're sitting?" Mom just smiled and said she would explain 
everything later. 
	As the night wore on I could barely contain myself. 
Jamie was playing right into Mom's hands by telling dirty 
jokes and raising last night's incident time and time again. 
I could tell Mom was getting more than a little steamed but 
she sure wasn't letting the brat know about it - not yet 
anyway. 
	Ten o'clock came and we all went upstairs. I used the 
bathroom and went to my room but left the door open so I 
could hear the excitement. Mom went after me and then I 
heard her pull the door closed behind her as she left. Then 
Jamie went down the hall. 
	"What the f---!" he yelled after pulling and tugging on 
the door for ages. "This f---ing door is locked!" 
	I heard him stomp down the hall to my mother's room. He 
opened the door and barged in (not smart, believe me). Mom 
must have been waiting for him but she let him make things 
worse by saying, "Open the f---'n bath room door, bitch!" 
	I just couldn't sit still after that. I ran to the door 
of my mother's room just in time to see her slap the brat's 
face and then grab his ear. As he screamed in pain she began 
to move toward the door, dragging him with her as she said 
in a deep growl, "It's time you learned some manners, young 
man. Your mouth has just written a check your body will have 
to cash. Want to know why the bath room's locked? It's 
because you can't seem to show any consideration at all for 
the women of this house." 
	By now they were in Jamie's room. "Want to see your 
bath room?" She used her free hand to open a drawer in his 
dresser, take out a thick, adult sized disposable diaper and 
toss it onto the bed. "Here. A diaper for you!" 
	She pulled his head up until their eyes were only 
inches apart. "Got the message, smart alec? You are going to 
wear diapers to bed every night and any other time we decide 
you are acting like a pig!" 
	I really didn't expect Jamie to put up with being 
diapered without a fight but Mom knew her stuff when it came 
to intimidation. He let her strip him and then he crawled 
onto the waiting diaper. It went on just like a Pampers and 
Mom had even found a pair of frosty plastic pants to put 
over it. She must have given his ear a real tug because he 
kept rubbing it and giving her a wounded look. 
	If I hadn't been mad at him myself I would have thought 
he looked adorable, sitting there looking for all the world 
like a very big toddler. Mom must have punched some buttons 
because all the cockiness had left him. He stared up at us 
mournfully, beaten. 
	Mom motioned for me to leave but she stopped in the 
door to his room and announced, "If that diaper has been 
removed or tampered with when I check it in the morning I'll 
lock a girdle over it and send you to school that way. Any 
questions?" 
	There were none, of course. 
	Mom and me retired to her room where we chortled and 
giggled like best friends. The more I thought of that brat 
sitting there in a diaper that he dare not remove the 
happier I felt. 
	Mom told me a friend of hers at work had devised this 
little treatment. Apparently you can get disposable diapers 
in any size these days and even the drug marts carry plastic 
panties. She showed me the long-line girdle she had ready 
just in case Jamie did tamper with his baby things. It had a 
sort of chain belt sewn into it so that it could be locked 
onto the wearer. The long legs, Mom explained, ensured that 
the boy couldn't get at his privates through the crotch. 
	Mom explained that her friend was more concerned with 
preventing masturbation than bathroom etiquette but the 
treatment was the same for both problems. 
	The next morning I went with Mom to Jamie's room to see 
if he had done anything to his diaper during the night. I 
was disappointed to see that he hadn't. On the good side, 
his diaper was soaked and he was anxious to get into the 
bath room so he could have a bowel movement. I filed that 
bit of inspiration away as I obediently went down the hall 
to open the door for him. 
	Mom kept Jamie in diapers for the next few nights. It 
had a very positive effect on his manners and vocabulary. 
She sure liked the results and began to put him in diapers 
earlier and earlier each night, using some slip of the 
tongue or perceived rudeness to announce that it was `diaper 
time for Jamie' and then march him upstairs to his room. Of 
course, it being so early, he had to come back down stairs 
if he wanted to watch TV and so I got to see him in just his 
diaper for hours at a time. He hated how I stared at him and 
so I just did it all the more. 
	Mom decided, and confided to me, that the effects of 
this diaper discipline might be improved if we made sure the 
diapers were used before Jamie went to bed for the night. 
From that night on, Mom made sure he had lots to drink 
before and during dinner. The first night he didn't clue in 
and rewarded us with a real show of squirming and pleading 
for release as he tried to avoid wetting his diaper but, of 
course, Mom wasn't buying. "You're in diapers for the night, 
remember? Just use them. It won't kill you." 
	He tried to leave the room but Mom ordered him to stay 
where he was. I'm sure his face was as red as a fire engine 
by the time we heard the tell-tale hissing sound. He spend 
the rest of the evening squirming for a different reason and 
I loved every second of it. 
	I was really getting into this idea of keeping Jamie in 
diapers. As the weekend approached I kept hoping he would 
get himself into more trouble so Mom could up the punishment 
a few notches. But Friday night and Saturday morning passed 
without incident. 
	I was going to a concert on Saturday night with a girl 
friend and her parents. It was a really fancy affair and I 
had planned on a really sexy formal dress, high heels, make-
up, the whole works. Mom was really supportive. I guess she 
felt it was a pretty safe date, what with no boys in the 
picture. 
	We had done my hair, nails and make-up before we 
started looking for hosiery for me. It turns out each of us 
had assumed the other had a pair of black pantyhose but 
every pair we tried had runs in it. I began to get panicky. 
My ride was due in 20 minutes and the outfit just wouldn't 
look right without black hosiery. I could feel tears welling 
up in my eyes as I confronted Mom, "What are we going to 
do?" 
	She suddenly looked bashful, muttered, "Well, I guess 
you're old enough" and slipped out of the room. She came 
back a few minutes later with a garter belt and a brand new 
package of black stockings.  
	I had never seen either, outside of catalogues, and was 
thrilled. She showed me how to adjust the garter belt and we 
both were very careful as we handled the nylons. I looked at 
myself in the mirror, wearing only a black bra, panties and 
the garter-belt & stockings ensemble. I felt a real thrill! 
Everything felt so sexy and feminine! 
	Mom was watching me from her seat on the bed with a 
bemused expression on her face. "It's pretty powerful stuff, 
you know. A bit of fancy lingerie can turn most men into 
putty." 
	"Or pure cum....in your mouth." Jamie sneered from the 
door way. 
	Mom was off the bed and onto him in a flash. Her vice-
like fingers found his tender ear and soon I was hearing 
sincere apologies. They were music to my ears and certainly 
restored the pleasant feelings. 
	She dragged him off down the hall toward his room, 
likely for a set of diapers if I knew Mom. It was only 4:45! 
I wondered if Mom would change him before bed or make him 
sleep in soaked diapers I sure hoped she'd make him suffer. 
I slipped on my dress and heels and then went to find out 
what had happened with the brat. 
	Mom was blocking my view from the door of his room as I 
arrived but as soon as she stepped back I almost broke out 
laughing. Jamie was wearing his diapers, all right, and the 
locking girdle (the first time I had seen it used) but Mom 
had also put a pair of flesh tone stockings on him, clipping 
the tops to the little garter tabs that hung down from the 
long legs of the girdle. She had also found a pair of old 
high heels for him to wear and so he teetered precariously. 
	She turned to face me and said sweetly, "I'm sure your 
evening will be all that much more pleasant, knowing that 
Jamie will be wearing this outfit for the rest of the night. 
In fact, he'll even sleep in it." 
	I had a wonderful night and after I got home I tip-toed 
into Jamie's room to see if Mom had kept her promise. Mom 
had left only the bottom sheet on the bed so I could see 
everything. Sure enough, he was still in his girdle, nylons 
and heels. He sensed me in the door. "What do you want?" he 
hissed angrily. 
	"Be careful," I teased, "or I'll tell Mom you swore at 
me." 
	"Just go. Leave me alone." 
	I went back to my room and just grinned. 
	Mom didn't use the nylons and heels very much more that 
summer but she sure enjoyed making Jamie wear diapers. 
School ended a week after my concert night and without it to 
control day time clothing, Mom seemed to find excuse after 
excuse to put Jamie in diapers. She even bought him shorts 
and jeans that were big enough to accommodate his diapers. 
	We became good friends with the friend of hers who had 
suggested the diapers and I got to do some interesting baby 
sitting for some very big and very bad babies but that's 
another story.