From: Michael Gervase 
Subject: Story:  Diaper Punishment (FF/m, spanking, diapers, nc)
Date: 16 Jul 1998 20:33:11 -0700

The following story contains non-consensual spanking and diapering of a
boy by his mother and governess.  If the subject upsets you, or you're
under 18, leave now.  If not, I hope you enjoy.  Comments welcome.

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    Mike Jones knew he was in BIG trouble. He and some friends had been
stuffing rolls of toilet paper in the commodes in the boys' restroom. 
The
janitor's timing was perfect, or misable from Mike's point of view.  If
he
had waited just two more minutes, the prank would have been over, and he
and his friends gone without a trace.  The janitor's entrance on to the
scene assured Mike that he would have a very hard time sitting
comfortably
for the next few days.

    Things had changed since Peg Jones had hired a governess for Mike. 
The
fact that his governess was also his school principal did not make it
any
easier for the 12 year old.  Although his behavior had improved markedly
since the hiring, rarely did a week pass without him lying over his
governess' lap, his pants and undershorts around his ankles, sobbing as
his
behind was painted a bright crimson by the hairbrush his mother kept
handy
for that specific purpose.  Today, he knew it would be used efficiently
and
often.  The thought of what awaited him caused him to squirm on bench
outside Sheila Ames' office.

    The two other boys involved had already been picked up by their
parents.
Mike wondered what Ms. Ames had said to them, but his concern for
himself
drove any other thoughts away.  When the door to the office opened,
Sheila
just told Mike to come along.

    On the way home, nothing was said about the incident.  Sheila
stopped
once on the way, at what looked like a drugstore.  She came out with a
big
bag that she put in the trunk of her car.

    When they arrived at the house, Mike started for his room, but
stopped
when Sheila said, "Put your school things in your room, hang up your
jacket,
then come to my room."  He knew this meant she planned to punish him
immediately.

    When he came into Sheila's room, he noticed the bag from the
drugstore
sitting on the floor near the corner.  He knew that he would be standing
in
that corner shortly, his bright red buttocks on fire, and on display for
his mother when she got home from work.  He shuddered when he realized
that
his mother might add her own paddling to the one Ms. Ames gave him.

    "Come here, young man," Sheila said as he hesitated by the door. 
Mike
slowly walked over to the bed where Sheila sat.  She pulled the young
boy
over her lap and started a slow, steady stream of spanks on his
trousers.
This was unusual, and the spanks didn't really sting at first, since
Mike
was always spanked on his bare bottom with the hairbrush.

    After about 40 smacks, Sheila reached under to Mike's waist and
undid
the boy's belt and pants.  She pulled the trousers down to his knees and
continued with the hand spanking.  These smacks were beginning to sting
a
little as the school administrator spanked a little harder.  After
another
40 spanks, Sheila reached into the waistband of the boy's shorts and
tugged
them down to join the trousers.

    "I would think you should know better than to try a stupid stunt
like
that, Michael.  You know what the result would be."  She started
rhythmically
spanking the now bare bottom.  "Your cheeks are getting a nice red tint
to
them, but they'll be much redder before we're though."

    SPANK!  Ow!   SPANK!  Ooh!  SPANK!  Aah!

    The spanks were really startin to burn.  "Now let's begin your
punishment," Sheila said.

    "Please, Ms. Ames!  No more.  I'll be good," the boy pleaded.

    "You'll be good alright when I'm through with you.  I haven't even
started the tanning you deserve for this."  Picking up the hairbrush,
Sheila
raised it to shoulder level and brought it sharply down on the young
boy's
right cheek, where buttock met thigh.

    "OWWWW!  Oh, that hurts!  Please not with the brush.  I promise I'll
behave."

    "It's supposed to hurt.  This really isn't meant to be fun for you,"
the
governess said just as she found the identical spot on the left side.

    "How (SMACK) could you (SMACK) do such a stupid (SMACK) thing
(SMACK)?,"
Sheila asked.

    "Ow!  Ouch!  I don't OUCH! know.  Ow!  We were OUCH! just having
OUCH!
fun."

    "Well, is it (SMACK) still fun (SMACK)?  Was it (SMACK) worth having
your
pants (SMACK) taken down (SMACK) to be spanked (SMACK)?"

    "OUCH! (sob) NO! It won't OUCH! happen again.  OH!"  The young boy
was
stammering out answers between sobs.

    Sheila brought the chastisement to a close with a flurry of ten
quick
smacks that had Mike kicking violently and crying like a newborn.

    "OK, get into your corner."  Mike waddled over to the corner, his
pants
and shorts effectively hobbling his steps.

    Peg Jones walked in and saw her son standing still, although he was
still
sobbing slightly.  "God, Sheila!  You really let him have it.  I won't
need
to spank him for a week a least."

    After 30 minutes, Mike was told to turn around and come over to the
bed.
"Take your pants and shorts off and lay on the bed," his mother told
him.
As he lay on the bed, he noticed his mother taking something out of the
bag
Ms. Ames had bought.  His eyes widened as he saw opened the package and
take
out two cloth diapers.

    "Mom!  I'm too old to wear those!," he shouted.

    "Don't you yell at me," Peg Jones scolded.  "Besides, since you
obviously
don't know how to use the bathroom properly, you can wear these until
I'm
convinced that you do."  With that, she slid the diapers under her son's
sore bottom.  After getting them properly folded, she opened a package
of
pins and closed the diapers snugly.

    "Don't try to take the pins out and use the toilet.  They lock in
place.
You can't get out of these diapers until I or Ms. Ames change you."  Peg
Jones took another package out of the bag.  Opening it, she pulled out a
pair of pink latex panties.  "These will make sure you don't leak when
your
diapers are wet.  They'll also keep the diapers snug so they won't be so
bulky under your school clothes.  If you need a changing at school, Ms.
Ames
has dry diapers and panties at school."

    Mike started crying again as he realized what she had said.