This is a story. This is only a story. While parts of this may have happened in real life, there are more parts that are just imagination. This story contains diapering both consentual and non-consentual. It contains infantile behavior and treatment of a child. It also contains physical punishment of a child. If you don't like it, Don't read it. If you want to complain about it. Tough! I don't want to hear it. If you like it and have constructive suggestions though, I would be happy to hear from you. MIKEY'S STORY (part - 1) I suppose I should start out by giving you some back ground on how I got where I am today. Geez! Where to start? Well, let's start with mom. We had fallen into a routine that seemed to work. I was 12 years old going on 13. Mom worked nights. She'd get up just before going to work. We'd talk for a short while as she got ready to leave. She'd go to work and I'd go to bed. In the morning, I'd get up and be going to school by the time she got home from work. Mom cleaned the house and did whatever moms do while I was at school. When I'd get home from school, mom would be going to bed. Every once in a while we'd even eat dinner together. My dad wasn't around too much. Well, that sure needs some clarifying! The man who was my biological father is never around! Thank God! He sexually and physically abused me when he was. Even now that is very hard to talk about. My Dad, really isn't my dad. Well, he is, it's just he and mom are not married. Believe it or not, I met him on the internet. We do talk by computer every night and I see him once in a while, and I talk with him on the phone sometimes too. But not nearly as much as I want to. He's Great and I hope Mom and I can live with him one day. Not to get sidetracked though. I got away with it for about three weeks. A while back, I woke up in the middle of the night freezing. I quickly realized that I had wet the bed. It started out that I was only wetting the bed once in a while. Unfortunately, it quickly turned into a nightly occurrence. I didn't tell mom or dad what was going on. I just cleaned up. I washed my blankets and sheets when mom was sleeping. Now, I know I should have talked to mom or dad about it. But I was really embarrassed and ashamed that I wet the bed like a little baby! It was a lot of work to keep washing all the sheets and blankets. Not to mention that it was ruining my mattress. One day I was watching TV and I saw this commercial for adult diapers. You know, for those old people who have accidents all the time. I thought about it and figured it sure would be easier than doing so much laundry all the time. But I wasn't about to ask my mom to buy me some diapers! I searched around and found some old towels and a couple old blankets that we used on camping trips. I mean, what is a diaper anyway but a lot of absorbent padding! If mom ever wanted to know what I was washing, I could just tell her some old rags! I stashed them in my bedroom until mom left for work. The first time I did this, after mom let for work I went to my room. I folded the old blanket. I didn't know how many towels I needed to use to keep my bed dry. I wet a lot. At least it sure seemed like it. I folded up six towels and stacked them into my makeshift diaper. It didn't look like that much! With my diaper laid out on the floor, I realized that I forgot to find a way to pin it on! We didn't have any big safety pins around. Then I got and Idea. I could use one of my old belts to hold it on. I'd just have to fold the blanket a little larger. With everything ready, I went to the bathroom and got washed up for bed and went pee. When I got back to my room, I stripped off all my clothes and sat down in the middle of the diaper spreading my legs. I slid my belt around behind me and under the blanket. Pulling the diaper up between my legs, I laid back down and fastened my belt. That was the first time I diapered myself! It felt kind of strange. Yet at the same time it also felt warm and comfortable. There was a big bulge under my bottom and in front. When I stood up, I almost fell down because I couldn't put my legs together. I adjusted my diaper and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked kind of funny. I laughed reassuring myself that this should keep my bed from getting wet. I waddled around the house making sure it was all locked up and turning off the lights. I talked with my dad on the computer for a while and then went to bed. When I first met my dad, I was staying up sometimes till 3 or 4 in the morning. He didn't like that and told me that it wasn't appropriate for a boy my age to be up that late all the time. Especially on a school night. Right from the start, he wanted me to be in bed by 9 on school nights and 11 on non school nights. We compromised. He agreed to an 11 o'clock bedtime for me every night. I agreed that if I ever stay up past my bedtime without permission that I would get a spanking. (which happened a couple times!) That night I slept pretty good. It took a while to fall asleep and remembering how to sleep with so much padding between my legs. If you could call it remembering. I hadn't slept in a diaper for 10 years! The next morning I woke up to the sound of my alarm going off. I felt around and my bed was dry! I didn't wet the bed I was so happy. The I remembered I was wearing a diaper. I was soaked, or, my diaper was soaked, but my bed was dry and I got a really good night sleep! I got up and took off my wet diaper. I hid it, wrapping it carefully in a plastic bag, so I could wash it when I got home from school and mom was sleeping. After taking a shower, I got ready for school. Like I said though, I got away with this for about three weeks. TO BE CONTINUED.......................... Subj: Mikey's Story (Part-3) Date: 96-04-08 20:51:40 EDT From: MRHomes To: THE ABZ3 Mom was still pretty quiet. I could tell she was still mad at me. When we got to the doctor's office, she went over to the receptionist and checked in like she always does. One of the nice things about being friends with Jodi is we didn't have to wait long. Mom didn't even get a chance to sit down before the nurse came out and called my name to come in back. I followed the nurse to one of the exam rooms and mom followed me. I mean really! I'm not a little kid! Mom didn't have to come back with me. "I'll be back in a minute or two." The nurse said to me and mom. She handed me one of those gowns that never close in the back. "You know what to do Mikey. Put this one and take off ALL your clothes!" I blushed a little as I took it from her. I had already jumped up on the table and sat down. The nurse left, closing the door. Before I could jump down and start undressing, mom pulled one of my legs up and started taking off my shoes and socks. I started to complain but the look that mom gave me told me that I should keep quiet. With my shoes and socks removed and set aside, mom pulled my shirt up and off over my head. As soon as she got my undershirt off me, I grabbed the gown and put it on. I jumped down and backed away from mom and took my jeans off myself. I handed my jeans to mom so she could put them aside with my other clothes. "The nurse said everything Michael." Mom reminded me. I hesitated and then pulled my underpants down and off and handed them to mom as well. I pulled the gown around behind me as best I could and sat back down on the exam table. Mom and I sat there quietly for a few moments until the nurse came back in. I was led out, and down the hall to be weighed and measured how tall I was. She then brought me back. I sat back up where I was before while she took my pulse and blood pressure. She did some writing in my chart. With her back to me.. "Okay Mike. Lay down." She did some looking around in the drawers and cabinets where she was standing. When she came over to me she gave me some more instructions. "Turn over and lay on your stomach." This had never happened before. She still hadn't told me what was going on, but I did what I was told. I tried to keep my gown closed, but she opened the back and exposed my behind for everyone to see making me blush some more. "I have to take your temperature." She told me as she stood there beside me. For a second I was a little confused. What did this have to do with taking my temperature? "I only have a rectal thermometer...." Before she could say anything else I grabbed my behind to protect it and jumped, turning over so she couldn't stick anything into me. I looked at mom a bit horrified to plead my case hoping she wouldn't be too mad. Mom took a VERY dim view of my mis- behaving at the doctor's office. More than once I had found myself over her knee getting spanked there but that hadn't happened for a long time now. "Reflexes appear to be fine." The nurse stated matter-of- factly. She pulled my arm helping me sit up and stuck the thermometer thing in my ear. "The doctor will be in shortly." The nurse left us. Mom just sat there smiling. A few minutes later Jodi came in. "And what brings my favorite young man in to see me? Are you feeling sick?" Mom answered her before I could. "Your favorite young man had been being a very naughty little boy." "Oh!?" Jodi gave me that questioning look. "Apparently he has been wetting the bed for about the past 4 to 6 weeks and he hasn't said anything about it." "Really? Shame on you Michael. I ought to give you a good spanking myself, right now." I kind of hung my head but I still looked at Jodi and mom. "He's going to get one all right. He just hasn't gotten it yet." I looked at mom asking for forgiveness. "I'll let you handle it then. How did you find out if he didn't tell you?" "He overslept because he disobeyed and stayed up late last night. I came home this morning and found him asleep and wearing some old towels like diapers. They were soaked but at least they kept the furniture dry." "I see." Jodi began examining me. She hit me with that little hammer thing to make my knees jump. She listened to me breath and she listened to my stomach. Then she handed me a cup and sent me to the bathroom to go pee in it. When I came back, she took me to get a couple x-rays and brought me back. She checked my eyes and nose and ears. "Michael Paul! I thought I told you last time to dig out those potatoes!" She teased me. I told her I had! She got some q- tip things and cleaned out all the wax build up in my ears. "No wonder he doesn't listen to me. He couldn't hear me!" Mom teased me some more. Jodi had me lay down and she pulled the gown off of me. She poked around my stomach and groin area. "Looks like you're starting to grow some hair down here Mikey." She told me. All I could do was turn bright red. Jodi had me stand up and she checked me for any hernias doing that coughing things as she felt me. After that she had me lay back down on the table. I heard her put on a rubber glove. She rolled me onto my side and bent my top leg up as if I were sitting. The next thing I felt Jodi was sticking a well greased finger up my butt and feeling around. It didn't feel all that great to me! While she was doing this, the nurse came back in. Jodi talked to her and told her a few things. Jodi wiped all the greasy stuff off my butt and told me to lay still and stay put when she finished checking me out. Just before I felt my butt being pinched hard, Jodi told me that I was over due for a booster shot. It wasn't too bad but I protested some when she decided to give me a vitamin shot too in the other side! I sat up as best I could on a sore rump. That's when Jodi told me that she was going to take some blood from me too out of my arm! I knew she kept me sitting there naked for a reason. I hated needles. Jodi laid me down on my back. Mom came over and kind of laid down on my chest to help old me down while the nurse held my arm down too. Jodi got the blood that she wanted. The Vampire!!! I tried not to scream too much. "It's all over." Jodi told me as she gave me a hug and wiped the tears from my eyes. She got a sucker from the box on the counter and tried to hand it to me. I pushed it away and told her it hurt and I didn't want it accidentally knocking it out of her hand. Mom had enough. She rolled me over and slapped my bare bottom with her hand three times very hard! I was a bit startled and a lot embarrassed because it was really loud and I was sure everyone in the office heard me getting spanked. "Apologize right now young man!" Mom scolded me. "I'm sorry!" I told both mom and Jodi. I got up and picked up the sucker and thanked Jodi for it. Jodi gave me another hug and had me get back on the table and lay down. When I did, she called mom over and told her to look. Jodi spread my legs so they were hanging over both sides. As she moved my penis and sac around she showed mom that I had signs of getting a rash. All this was really embarrassing. Jodi explained to mom that no matter how well you washed, sometimes you still get a rash. Jodi got some kind of ointment and rubbed it on me. She and mom lifted my legs and even rubbed it all over the crack of my butt. "I know that you've done this many times before but it has been a long time. I just wanted to show you to make sure you get it right." I heard Jodi telling mom. Why was she showing mom how to rub ointment on me? When they put my legs back down something felt different. There was something new under my butt. As Jodi kept talking to mom she pulled it up between my legs. By the time I realized what was happening the tapes had been securely fastened. I HAD BEEN DIAPERED! "What's this for!" I asked Jodi Shocked. "I don't want you rubbing all that medicine off." "I'm not a baby!" "No one said you were. But for now you can wear a diaper and let the medicine do the work it is supposed to." I wasn't going to win any arguments so I quit trying. Jodi told me that we were done and that I could get dressed. Mom took my underpants and stuck them in her bag along with a couple more diapers that Jodi gave her till she could get some more. I didn't grasp at the time the full implication of what she had said. Mom and Jodi talked while I got dressed. "Are you going to make it over Sunday for Mike's birthday?" Mom asked Jodi. "Of course I will!" Jodi told her. "I wouldn't miss a chance to spank such a cute little tushie!" I stopped stuffing myself into my jeans and interrupted them. Jodi was going to see me with my pants down again! "I know I have a very cute tushie but you spank too hard!" I smiled at Jodi. "You hush and get dressed." Mom told me. "Since you're going to be a teenager this year, maybe I'll just have to spank you for real!" Jodi smiled and joked. "Oww! No way!" I rubbed my bottom. "Oww is about right." Mom said. "I have a feeling that he is going to be having a pretty hard time sitting down this weekend even before any birthday spanking." My heart kind of sank because I was reminded that mom still was going to punish me. For as long as I can remember mom and Jodi and sometimes and uncle or aunt would each give me a birthday spanking on my birthday. They never hurt or anything like that. Mom and Jodi were the only ones that ever took my pants down to spank me though. Mom always said that if it had been a long time since I had been spanked, that it was a reminder to me what I would get if I was naughty. It also reminded me that I was never too big or too old for her to put me over her knee and take my pants down. But if mom said that it would be hard to sit on my birthday which was still two days away, I was really going to get it when we got home. "Actually, I'm glad that you can make it for sure this year. You will finally get a chance to meet Michael, Mikey's Dad." Mom told Jodi. When I heard this I forgot everything else! This was going to be great! "Daddy is going to make it???!" I was overjoyed! "Yes. In fact he will be spending the entire week-end." "Oh Mom! That's great! He said he wasn't sure if he could make it or not. Great! Daddy's gonna be here!" "Enough! Finnish getting dressed so we can go." Mom told me. "I'll finish running those lab tests and let you know. From what I can see though it's nothing to be worried about. A lot of boys wet the bed for a while when their bodies begin to change." Jodi explained to mom and to me. I finished getting dressed and stood next to Jodi. She pulled me close and gave me a hug patting my well padded behind. Mom and I left and she took me home. When we got there, she handed me my underpants and the extra diapers and told me to take them and put them in my room. I was still in my room when I heard mom calling me to her bedroom. She had that tone of voice that she used when I was in trouble. When I got there my heart skipped a beat. She was sitting on the end of her bed and was slapping the belt, she sometimes used to spank me with, in her hand. I was going to beg her not to spank me with the belt but I never got the chance. "Take this and put it in your room on your dresser." She handed the belt to me. "When Dad called earlier today to tell me that he was coming, I had a little talk with him about your behavior. Since he will be here, I'm not going to punish you. I'm going to let him give you what you deserve." I stood there listening with tears in my eyes. I was so happy that Daddy was coming and I also felt real bad about not telling mom about wetting the bed. I was kinda scared to because Dad could spank me a lot harder than mom! I went to my room. After a while I went and turned the TV on but I didn't really feel too much like watching or doing anything. Mom went to bed for a while and I did my homework. Before mom got up to go to work I tried to change my diaper by myself. I had taken the one that Jodi put on me off a couple times to go to the bathroom and it wasn't staying closed anymore. I couldn't get the new one on right and asked mom to fix it before she went to work. She took it off me as I stood in front of her as she sat on the sofa. Mom asked if I had rubbed on any more of the creme stuff. When I told her no, she sent me to go get it and one of the other diapers. I had messed up the tapes on the one in her hand that she had just taken off of me. When I returned, mom had me lay down on the floor. She told me that this was how she had changed me many times before when I was little. She had me lift my legs and then she pushed them back until my rear end was rolled up high into the air. She rubbed the medicine in all over me and then set me down right into the waiting diaper. A few tugs and I was securely diapered for the night. Mom told me not to even think about taking it off since I couldn't get another one on right. If I had to go to the bathroom, she told me to just use the diaper. It would keep me dry. I kissed mom good night and she left for work. I talked to dad for a few minutes on the computer. He didn't mention anything about punishing me and I didn't bring it up either. I said good night to dad and went to bed. As I laid there I was really comfortable in these disposable diapers that Jodi had given mom. They were better than those ones I was using. I kinda felt good to have mom take care of me and change me the way she did. It's hard to explain. It just made me feel good. I fell asleep before too late. TO BE CONTINUED................................. Subj: Mikey's Story (part-4) Date: 96-04-11 00:16:33 EDT From: MRHomes To: THE ABZ3 MIKEY'S STORY (part-4) When I got up Friday morning I took off my well soaked diaper and took a shower and got ready for school all before mom made it home. She had told me not to take it off myself but I didn't see how I had the time to wait for her. It turned out she just meant for me not to take it off during the night because I couldn't get it back on right. The day seemed to drag on forever. I was really glad that dad was coming, but I couldn't help thinking about that stupid belt sitting on my dresser either. I really didn't think I deserved to get spanked like that just because I didn't tell anyone I wet the bed. Somehow I made it through the day without getting into any more trouble. "Mom! I'm home!" I called out to her as I came in and dumped my school books on the hall table. "I'm upstairs!" Mom called back to me. "Put your school books in your room where they belong before you do anything else!" I had headed for the nintendo. How did moms know these things even when they can't see what you are doing? I got my books and put them in my room. I knew what was coming next so before mom said anything I began pulling my shirt off. "Don't forget to change out of you school clothes." Mom called to me from her room. "I didn't!" I called back to her. I took off my good school clothes and put them in the laundry basket then dug around in my closet for my old jeans and a sweatshirt. I pulled the sweatshirt on and started to put on my jeans. I stopped for a moment to rub an itch that boys get from time to time. You see ball players do it all the time. I didn't notice mom had appeared at my door and was watching me. I had my hand inside my underpants rubbing the inside of my leg. "When you're done..." Mom almost gave me a heart attack! I pulled my hand out of my pants, spun around and fell down from having my legs tangled in my pants which were down around my knees. "MOM!!" "Do you need help getting dressed now too?" Mom asked me as she helped me up off the floor. "No!" I informed her as I pulled my pants up and fastened them. My face felt like it was as red as a beet! "There's a few bags on the kitchen table for you. Bring them up to your room and put them away." "Did you get a present for me?" I asked her excitedly. "You could look at it that way." She told me. I took off for the kitchen to see what mom had got for me. There were two great big plastic bags. I was a little disappointed when I looked inside to see that they were all disposable diapers. A third bag was filled with a couple containers of baby wipes, some Vaseline, lots of baby powder, and some desetin. I carted it all up to my room. At least she didn't make me go to the store with her to get all this stuff. I would have died if anyone else knew all this stuff was for me. I'm 12 and day after tomorrow I'll be 13. Not a baby! I put the supplies on the table next to my bed. Mom didn't say anything but I knew that's where she would want them. I put some of the diapers stacked up there too and put the rest away in my closet. Then I saw the danged belt on my dresser and it reminded me again of the spanking I was going to get. I heard mom downstairs and the TV on. Maybe I could talk her into getting this over with. I took the belt and went to her. "Mom?" I stood beside her holding the belt. "Yes Mikey." "First, I don't think it's fair that I have to get spanked with a belt for not telling anyone I was wetting the bed. Second, I don't think it's fair that I have to wait to get spanked. If I have to be spanked, can't YOU spank me now and get it over with?" I told her all in one breath. "Not a bad idea. Maybe you should be spanked for not telling anyone you were wetting the bed. I'll have to talk to your father about that." "What?" I was totally confused now. "So why do I have to get a spanking?" "You're getting a spanking because you disobeyed both me and dad and because you lied to me." My stomach filled with terror. Lying was the worst thing I could ever do. Both mom and Dad said that there was no excuse for lying and that was the one and only thing I could ever do that would guarantee I'd end up with a blistered butt. "Mom," I know my lips were trembling, "I didn't lie to anyone." "Michael Paul!" Mom wasn't yelling. She was talking to me very calmly. "You stood right there and told me that dad told you that you could turn on the TV and sleep on the couch." I stood there silently and thought about it. I forgot that I had said that. I had lied to try to get out of trouble and now I was only in deeper. "Well, isn't that what you said Michael?" "I guess so. Yes." I hung my head. I got mad at myself for being so stupid and I couldn't help the tears running down my face. Mom just let me stand there for a while before saying anything. "Did he tell you you could do that?" "No Ma'am" "So you lied to me.?" "Yes, but I...." "There are no buts Michael. You lied because you were in trouble and you thought you could get out of it." "I'm sorry mom. Can't you just spank me now and get it over with?" "No I can't. We talked about this after the last time you lied and you agreed. You know better than to lie about something and you know how much both dad and I don't like it. We all agreed that the next time you lied that you wouldn't be punished until dad got a chance to come down. So you'll just have to wait until tomorrow when dad is here. Now take that belt and put it back in your room where it belongs." I ran crying to my room. It felt terrible to have to wait until tomorrow just to get a spanking. A kid just can't have any fun doing anything when he knows what is coming! I was really ashamed of myself for lying to mom but it hurt worst of all because I had promised dad that I wouldn't ever lie again and I had let him down. I stayed in my room until mom called and said supper was ready. After we ate, she went to bed and I cleaned up the kitchen. I did some homework while watching TV. I didn't feel like doing much of anything really. Before mom went to work she diapered me and got me ready for bed. She was getting this diapering thing down pretty good. I went to the bathroom and then laid down on my bed. Mom came in. I'd lift my legs and she'd hold my ankles together in one hand and push my knees almost to my shoulders so my behind would roll up into the air. After slipping a diaper under me, she used a couple baby wipes and kinda washed me all off. She spread the last of the medicine stuff that Jodi gave her on me and then sprayed baby powder all over me. In a small cloud of dust she put my legs down and pulled the diaper up in front and taped the sides in place. Mom kissed me goodnight and made sure I locked the door before she went to work. I did my usual double check to make sure everything was locked up and tuned off. I tried to talk to dad on the computer but I knew he wouldn't be there. I read his mail a couple times and then played some games for a bit before going to bed. TO BE CONTINUED...................... Subj: Mikey's Story Part-5 Date: 96-04-12 21:00:41 EDT From: MRHomes To: THE ABZ3 MIKEY'S STORY (part-5) I really liked it when Dad was coming. I slept so good and could hardly wait. I was excited and it was a little hard to go to sleep at first. I missed a lot not having Dad around all the time. It would have been nice to have him there to just sit and talk when I needed to figure some things out. There are some things a boy just can't talk to his mother about. I had a dream about Dad waking me up. He was sitting on my bed and pushing my hair back off my face and well, kind of petting me. I didn't want to wake up. I wanted to stay there with Dad. I opened my eyes and Dad was there! He was sitting on my bed beside me and just watching me sleep. "Daddy!" I called out to him and sat up and hugged him as hard as I could. It felt so good to have his big strong arms around me and holding me so tight. Dad pulled me out from under the covers and around and onto his lap. I loved it when he did that! It made me feel like I was his special little boy. I didn't care that I was starting to get to be too big to be held on Daddy's lap. I wouldn't even care if all my friends saw me sitting on my daddy's lap. I loved my Daddy and that was one of the things about being a kid that I never wanted to give up. Most of my friends thought they were too old for such things. They wouldn't even give their moms a kiss much less their dads. I gave my Daddy a kiss and put my head down on his shoulder. Daddy held me and rubbed my back and I almost fell back asleep in his arms! Dad told me that he got in town a couple hours ago. He stopped by where mom works and talked with her and borrowed her house keys. Dad sat my up in his lap and took my pajama shirt off of me. He told me he wanted me to get cleaned up and dressed so he could take us all out to breakfast as soon as mom got home from work. He stood me up but before I could take my pajama bottoms off, he pulled them down and laid me back down on my bed. Dad finished taking my pajamas off me and then took my wet diaper off. I was pretty embarrassed about that. I knew that mom had talked to him and told him I was in diapers. But I hadn't talked to him about it or wetting the bed and I kind of felt ashamed and as if I had let him down. He didn't say anything about it though. He just took my diaper off as if he had been doing it for years. Dad offered me his hand and pulled me up off the bed. As I stood up my body was seized by a big yawn and a stretch. Dad just watched and smiled. With a smack of his hand to my behind he sent me off to take a shower. While I started my shower dad got out some clean clothes and underwear for me. He came in and scrubbed my back for me. Then we talked as he sat and watched me finish my shower. After I dried off, dad helped my put my underpants on as if I were two years old! While he had me standing in front of him he grabbed a towel and did a little better job than I did of drying my hair. Dad watched as I brushed my teeth. As I got done with that he came and stood right behind me. He pulled a little at my ears and inspected to make sure I scrubbed behind them. He was just playing around though. Looking at my face in the mirror, we both looked as he moved it from side to side and up and down. I couldn't figure out what he was doing then I broke out laughing when he told me that it didn't look like I needed to shave. Dad left me to get dressed and went downstairs. When I got down there I found dad had made both him and me a cup of coffee. We sat there talking about little things and school and my friends. Mom got home before I even finished my coffee and we all went right back out to eat. It was so cool at the restaurant. We ate and talked and laughed and had fun. It was as if we really were a real family. I didn't feel bad then. Looking back, I wish now that mom could have seen how much I needed to have a father around all the time. "So what are you guys going to do today?" Mom asked us. "I don't think anything too special." I listened to see what dad had in mind. It really didn't matter as long as I could do it with him. "I was looking at the yard this morning and it needs some attention. It looks like someone forgot how to start a lawn mower." Dad teased me but the fact was that even though I was twelve, thirteen tomorrow, mom didn't like me to use the power mower unless she was around and outside too. Dad knew that. "I have a couple other things to check out while I'm down here and I'll probably do that this morning. They won't take long. After that we'll just have to wait and see how things go and what happens." I kind of wanted to bring one other thing up to get it over with but I was also hoping that maybe both mom and dad would forget about it. They didn't. "There's one other little unpleasant task that I need to take care of too. I think we'll do that as soon as we get home. Isn't that right Michael?" I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at my empty plate. "I guess so." I told him. We finished eating and just sat talking for a little while. When we left, Dad took the long way home as if we were out sightseeing. I think he was showing mom something but what ever it was I missed it. It was okay with me though. I wasn't really in much of a hurry to get home. But we did get home. Dad and I followed mom into the house. Dad guided me in with a firm arm around my shoulders. I started to head for my bedroom but was redirected to the kitchen. Dad pulled out one of the chairs from the table, sat down and quickly put me over his lap. He checked the pockets of my jeans to make sure they were empty and then quickly spanked the seat of my pants six times. It smarted but didn't hurt nearly as much as what I was expecting to get. Dad stood me up in front of him. I rubbed my bottom as I stood there. "Do I have your attention Son?" Dad asked me. I nodded and took a quick look at mom. Her face was like, 'I hope that's not all you're going to give him!' "I expect an answer Michael. I didn't hear you. Do I have your attention?" "Yes sir!" I answered him. "You save all that macho stuff for showing off to your friends and the girls. I don't care if you wet the bed or poop your pants. If something is wrong or you don't feel good or you are hurt, both mom and I expect to hear about it. It was wrong for you to try to hide that you were wetting the bed. It does happen to a lot of boys and girls. Sometimes for no reason and sometimes because something is wrong. So form now I want you to promise me that you will never try to hide anything from mom and me again. Is that clear?" "Yes sir." "Do you promise?" "Yes Daddy. I promise and I'm sorry." Dad reached out and slipped a couple finger into the front of my jeans and pulled me closer to him. As I stood there still rubbing my behind he opened my jeans and pulled my zipper down. He pulled my jeans down and pushed them all the way down to my ankles. Then he pulled my underpants down to my knees. Mom had been putting a diaper on me lately and had seen me naked lots of times and had also given me plenty of spankings with my pants down. Still, I was embarrassed standing there in front of dad with mom watching what was happening. "Now that you understand that. Let's discuss your problem with obeying Mom and me. Didn't mom and I both tell you that you could not stay up the other night and that you were to go to bed?" "Yes sir." "So you deliberately disobeyed both of us?" "Yes sir." "Do you have a good reason for disobeying? Was it for something for school?" "No sir. It was a good movie and I wanted to see it." "So you don't have a good reason?" "No." "What is the punishment for a naughty boy who does not obey his parents?" "A bare bottom spanking." I replied to dad very quietly. "What was that?" "A bare bottom spanking." I told him again loud enough for both him and mom to hear clearly. Dad pulled me around to his side and put me back over his lap again. My hands were still trying to protect my rear but dad easily put my hands out of his way. He spanked me with his hand over and over again. He kept spanking me until I stopped kicking and just laid there over his knee crying like a little baby. Mom's spankings never hurt this much! When dad stopped spanking me he let me lay there for a moment over his knee. He stood me up and then from behind, he picked me up under my arms and took me over and stood me in the corner. I was told to stand there and think about obeying my parents from now on and what happens when I don't. I was told to stay there until dad said I could get out of the corner. I had lost my jeans and underpants with all the kicking I was doing while I was over daddy's knee getting spanked. Out of the corner of my eye I saw dad pick them up and take them to my room. I stood there in the corner crying and rubbing my sore behind. Dad didn't say I couldn't. I hated standing or sitting in the corner. Mom used to make me go to the corner all the time but she hadn't done that for a long long time, till daddy came along. Even then she didn't put me in the corner very much. Even after spanking me. I hated the corner. There wasn't anything to do but stay there and think about what I did to get punished and about being spanked. It seemed like hours but dad only made me stand there for ten minutes. I had stopped crying and most of the stinging was gone from my behind. "Come here boy." Dad called me from the corner. I went right over to him and stood in front of him. "Are you going to do what you are told from now on?" "Yes Daddy!" "What's going to happen if you don't?" "I'll get another spanking." "We have one more thing to deal with now don't we?" All I could do was to nod my head yes. "Go get the strap and bring it to me." I took off quickly to my room to do as I was told. I stopped for a moment to look at my backside in the mirror. It wasn't anywhere near as red as I expected it to be. When I returned I tried to hand dad the belt that he was going to spank me with but he made me hold on to it. He pulled me between his legs and sat me down on is right knee to talk to me. "Michael, then one thing that I have always told you and tried to teach you is not to lie." I just hung my head and looked at the belt turning over and over in my hands. I had let Dad down and I couldn't look at him. Not right now. Dad turned my face to his and made me look right into his eyes. "Son, I love you very much. And because I love you I will not tolerate your lying." He gave me a little hug and let go of my face. "You knew that if you lied that you would get spanked with the belt. Right?" I shook my head. "And how many times do you get spanked with it?" "12. Once for each year of how old I am." "You know better than to lie don't you?" "Yes sir." "You knew all this and you still went ahead and told a lie anyway. You have had two days to think about it. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" I shook my head no. "I'm sorry and it won't happen again." "The guy who robbed the bank knew he would go to jail but he robbed it anyway. He's sorry he did it but the judge still punished him and sent him to jail. A while back you made that same promise not to lie again and you were spanked for it. I know because mom called me and I scolded you too and mom spanked you while I was still on the phone." "I know. I didn't mean to lie it just came out!" "I know. It came out because it might have been an easy way to get out of some trouble. But the lie only made it worse. The spanking you are about to get should help you not lie. You'll remember how much it hurt and will think twice before it just comes out again." I nodded my head that I understood. "Now, because I have never spanked you before for lying and because you had to wait two days to get spanked for it, I am going to cut your spanking almost in half. Instead of 12 you are only going to get it 7 times. I'm not going to cut it right in half because you are almost 13 and you should know better. I think after this you'll think before you ever lie again. One more warning too Son. If I ever have to spank you again for lying, there will be no breaks given and I'll have mom video tape you getting the spanking so you can watch it over and over again to remember what happens when you lie." I nodded my head again that I understood. Daddy took the belt from me and gently pushed me forward bending me over and putting me over his left knee. "Daddy Pleeeeeze! I'm sorry!" "No Michael. You don't have to ask to be spanked. You earned this and you are going to get it." Weird, but that struck me as kind of funny but I was in no position to be laughing. I didn't notice it but dad had trapped my legs with his right leg so I couldn't kick so much. Again my hands were still trying to protect my behind which was now in position to be blistered. Dad pushed my left hand out of the way and he grabbed my right wrist in his left hand to keep me from putting it back in the way again. He easily held me down over his knee. I was waiting for him to lay the belt across my butt to take aim like mom did before she began spanking me. Dad laid the belt right across my bottom right across the middle with a full swing. That smack took my breath away. I wasn't ready!!! My whole body tensed and I tried to jump out of my skin! About the time I let out a scream the next one landed a little lower. I tried to kick but I couldn't and I could do anything to get out of the way of the next one. I screamed and howled and begged daddy to stop as the next on landed at the top of my bottom almost on my back. The way I was screaming and crying I was sure that the whole neighborhood could hear me. Mom was surprised too. I never carried on like this when I got spanked. Dad let me have the next one on the tops of my legs just below my bottom. I tried to kick but it didn't do any good and all my screaming and crying didn't stop my spanking either. Dad gave me one more towards the top of my behind and let me have the last two good and hard near the bottom. He was done spanking me. I don't think I ever cried any harder ever! Daddy picked me up from over his knee and hugged and held me for a moment. He sent me to my room and told me to stay there until I could stop crying. Then I was to come back out to him and he told me not to put any clothes back on yet. I begged him not to spank me any more and he assured me that he was not going to be spanking me any more today unless I was naughty again. I went to me room crying hard and laid down on my bed. Mom's spankings with the belt never came close to hurting so much and she always spanked me a lot more. Even that time she spanked me like 25 or 30 times for playing with fire it never hurt this much. That other thing who was supposed to be my father used to beat me all the time all over and much harder. He did it to hurt and laugh at me. So I think even though he beat me more, and it hurt a lot, I locked out most of the pain so he couldn't have his fun seeing how much he hurt me. I don't know, but I think maybe this spanking hurt so much and I cried so much and carried on the way I did because this WAS my Daddy spanking me and I knew he loved me and he was spanking me to punish me for being naughty and not for fun. I laid on my bed crying for about twenty minutes. Slowly getting control of myself and rubbing my behind trying to rub out all the burning. Man did it hurt! No way did I ever want to take a whole spanking for lying! No way! I was never going to get another spanking like this again! TO BE CONTINUED................ Subj: Mikey's Story Part 6 Date: 96-04-29 20:58:48 EDT From: MRHomes To: THE ABZ3 MIKEY'S STORY (part-6) I got up and looked at my rear in the mirror. It was a dark red all over and I could clearly see the 7 red stripes from the belt. When I touched it I could almost feel the burning heat coming off my bottom. I went back down to where Mom and Dad were sitting at the table and talking. Dad told me to bend over the edge of the table. I was going to protest and say something about that he had said he wasn't going to spank me anymore today unless I was naughty but after a quick thought, I kept my mouth shut and do as I was told. I trusted Dad and had learned a lesson about obeying over his knee a little earlier. I saw that he saw my momentary hesitation and he knew what I was thinking. "Good Boy, Mikey!" He told me. I didn't get spanked any more. Mom rubbed some cold creme stuff on my sore, hot behind that made it feel a lot better. With the cool air on it too almost all the burning feeling went away. Dad told me that I was to stand in the corner with my hands on my head and that I was not to touch my bottom at all. I was to stand there for ten minutes quietly. He would let me know when my time was up and after that I could get dressed. I was there for about 5 minutes when my friend Mark from next door came in the front door and saw me standing in the corner. It was Saturday and Mark always came over and walked in without knocking. "Geez Mike! You must have been real naughty! I thought I heard someone gettin a spankin!" Mom came in and rescued me from myself before I could say anything. "Yes he was Mark and as you can see he did get a good spanking. Mike is being punished right now. Would you like some of what he got?" "NO MA'AM! Mama spanked me good last night for comin in late. I don't need another spankin right now! I came over to get my baseball mitt that I left here and to see if Mike could come out to play." "Michael has some chores to do after he is finished being punished. He will be allowed to play when they are done. Get your mitt and you can play with Mike later today." "Okay." Mark took off to my bedroom where he left his mitt. It didn't bother me too much that he saw me standing in the corner. We got spanked together lots of times. I just didn't like it when he stood there gawking at me! Then it hit me. Mark was going to my room! HE"D SEE MY DIAPERS!! I turned around and looked at mom. "Get your nose back in the corner Michael. Your time is not up yet." I did as I was told and didn't say anything. I didn't want my time to start all over again. Well, maybe Mark wouldn't notice the diapers. He came running out with his mitt and went right out the front door with out saying anything. Maybe I got lucky! Not two minutes after Mark left the doorbell rang and the front door opened. Whoever it was just walked right in. "Grand Central Station!" I called out only to find mom right behind me. "Get your nose back in that corner. You're to be standing there quietly." She turned me around back to face the corner and smacked my sore bottom twice. Dad had heard me to and came in. I was well aware that mom and Jodi, that's who was at the door, were watching me. Dad had his hand on my shoulder and was whispering in my ear as I nodded in agreement with him. He told me that I only had a couple minutes left but would start all over if I made another sound or moved. If that happened, then he would also have to think about putting me over his knee again for a while to see if maybe another good spanking would make me obey. I shook my head at that. He gave me two hard smacks as well. On my already sore behind they really hurt and I began crying again. Mom introduced Dad to Jodi and they all went in the other room to talk. At least they were not going to sit there watching me. With my corner time up, Dad called to me and told me to go put some pants on. I called him aside and quietly asked him if it was okay to leave my underpants off and just put on my soccer shorts. Thankfully he said yes! I would never be able to get my jeans on right now. When I came back down, Mom, Dad, and Jodi were all still sitting around talking. It seemed strange but it seemed to me like they were actually waiting for me to get there! Turns out they were! Dad pushed a chair out for me to sit down but I had to tell him that I'd rather stand. I stood next to dad and put my arm around his shoulders. Dad put his arm around my waist and hugged me a little and just held me. Jodi was there for a reason. The lab results on all my tests had come back. She wanted to discuss it with us. They were all negative. There wasn't anything wrong with me other than maybe a slightly low Iron level. I would have to take some vitamins, but everything else was okay. As we all talked I eventually sat down carefully on Daddy's lap. "So, Mikey, how's that rash between your legs. Is it going away or getting worse?" Jodi asked me. I didn't say anything but I know my face turned so red. I couldn't look at Jodi. "Speak up cutie, or do you want me to lay you down on the table here and look for myself?" "No Ma'am!" I laughed. "I think it must be going away. I mean, I never saw anything and I don't feel anything so I know its not getting worse." I told Jodi. "Okay, I just wanted to make sure the stuff I gave you was working. Also, I have been talking with a couple other doctors about bedwetting. Since there isn't anything physically wrong that we can find, they have made a few suggestions. I want to consult with one more person and I'll have a course of action and treatment for you this Monday." We all sat around talking for a little while. I couldn't get anyone to tell me what they got me for my birthday. Jodi left and mom went to bed. Dad said that before we go out to have fun that I had to get the yard cleaned up and the car washed. What a slave driver! But I didn't mind too much because he was here and he helped me. It didn't seem like work like it usually did. When we got all done with everything, mom was still asleep so dad took me out to McDonalds for a late lunch. It was so cool to just sit there eating and talking to him. But then we even did some more cool fun stuff! Dad took me to this go-cart track, and we drove around and raced each other! He made me crash a couple times and showed me how to make him crash. But then when I tried to make him crash, he showed me how to avoid it and made me crash instead! But at least I beat him in most of our races! On the way home we stopped and picked up some movies to watch. Dad didn't want to go out that night because he had a long drive so he just wanted to stay home. So he told me that we'd order some pizza and watch movies together. Besides, tomorrow was going to be a big surprise. On the way home, he let me sit real close next to him and he let me steer the car. I wasn't too good cause I never drove his car before but at least I didn't hit anything! Mom was up when we got home. We told her what the plans were for that night. She said good because she really didn't feel like going out anywhere and didn't feel like cooking either! We put in the first movie to watch. Mom made some popcorn and I got some sodas. Dad laid down on the floor to watch and I sat next to him. He was rubbing my back some and tickling me a little once in a while. I made him turn over so I could sit on his back. I was rubbing his shoulders and back and I was going to tickle him too, but I put him to sleep! Dad woke up at the end of the movie. He missed most of it. I ordered the pizza and dad gave me the money to pay for it when it came. We threw in the next movie. It was a better movie and dad sat up to watch it with me and mom. The pizza got there at last and we stuffed ourselves on pizza and soda. When the second movie got over with, dad told me that it was time to start getting ready for bed. I didn't want to go to bed so early with dad there. I wanted to stay up and be with him and talk to him. It was only ten! I thought he was just going to send me to bed. He didn't! He did what he always told me he was going to do! My daddy GAVE me a bath and scrubbed me good too! It was so cool! After he got me all dried off he carried me to my bed. It was pretty warm out so he just put a diaper on me after he put that rash creme stuff on and the baby powder. He didn't put and pajamas on me. Dad sent me to go kiss mama good night. I heard him laugh a little as I waddled off. I still had to get used to wearing these diapers! When I got back, he picked me up and put me in bed. Then he laid down next to me and held me. He was going to read a story to me but we just talked until I fell asleep, and that didn't take very long. I think I remember Dad getting up and putting a sheet over me and kissing me. I sure hope it wasn't a dream because it made me feel so good. MIKEY'S STORY (part-7) TO BE CONTINUED........................ Subj: Mikey's Story (part-7) Date: 96-05-18 23:24:45 EDT From: MRHomes To: THE ABZ1 MIKEY'S STORY (part-7) I woke up the next morning with the sun shining brite into my bedroom. I couldn't believe that I slept so late especially since it was my birthday! I stretched to get out some of the stiffness and kicked off my blanket. I had forgotten that I was wearing a diaper again. As I laid there for a moment I could smell the fresh coffee being made in the kitchen and someone was making some bacon too. It wasn't until I reached down to scratch an itch that I realized that I did not wet the bed or my diaper! Wait a minute, I thought. Daddy is here too! I jumped up out of bed and ran to the kitchen wearing nothing but a diaper. "Daddy! Daddy!" I called to him as I headed down the stairs. "I'm not wet! I didn't wet the bed last night!" I came running into the kitchen and froze! I guess I was too excited and I didn't hear that anyone else was there. I was so embarrassed. There I was in nothing but a diaper proclaiming that I didn't wet the bed or my diaper, and there in front of me was Dad, Mom, and Jodi. I was a little embarrassed with mom and Jodi. But, there sat Mark and his mom and dad too! I wanted to die! My stomach jumped into my throat and I couldn't talk. I couldn't even move for a second. I turned so red from head to toe! Mark's dad started clapping his hands and then everyone else joined in applauding my good news. I tried to back out of the room to run and hide but daddy grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap and sat me down and held me there so I couldn't get away. I was doing all I could not to cry. "We came by to give you your birthday present." Mark spoke up. "We gota go to my grandma's." Mark pushed his present to me across the table. "Happy birthday, Mike." I took the present and slowly began opening it. Marks mom got up and took hold of Mark and pulled him around the room to where I could see him. "Mike," she spoke to me in her motherly tone. "Don't be embarrassed about wearing diapers." She spun Mark around and pulled his sweat pants down revealing that Mark was wearing diapers. "Mark has been wearing them since he was a baby. We never could potty train him at night and he wets his diapers every night." "MO'OM!!" Now Mark was a little embarrassed. "Sometimes he even does more than just wet them!" Mark was even redder than I was now. She let him pull his pants back up and they sat back down. I finished opening the presents from Mark and his parents. It was so cool! They got me the biggest super soaker water gun! That and a gift certificate for McDonalds. Of course I was warned never to shoot it off in the house. We all ate breakfast and then Mark and his parents had to go. I was at last allowed to go take off my diaper and put on a shirt and some pants. I knew what mom and Jodi still had in store for me so I just put on some shorts that they could easily pull down once they put me over their knee to give me my birthday spanking. After I got changed I came back downstairs. For a change I guess I was quiet about it too because they didn't hear me come back down. I heard Jodi talking to mom and dad about me so I stopped outside the kitchen around the corner so they wouldn't know I was there. Jodi was telling mom and dad that she had already talked with those other doctors and got their opinions. They had decided on how to treat my bed-wetting problem but the only reason she wasn't saying anything yet was because it was my birthday and she knew that I wasn't going to like what had to be done. "I'm not getting no shots!" I announced to them and came in. I guess it did come out sounding bad, you know like no kid should talk to an adult like that. Dad pulled me over to him. I was sure he was going to spank me good for talking like that. I instinctively grabbed my behind to protect it. Dad surprised me though. He just told me that I would do as I was told and that I had no choice in the matter. "It doesn't have anything to do with any needles or shots." Jodi told me, and mom and dad. The tension was kinda heavy for a few moments as no one said anything. Mom broke the silence but she wasn't quite going to let me off the hook. "Come her young man." She called me over to her. I stood in front of her a little nervous and worried what she was going to do. "We're not going to worry about all that stuff for now. Today, you are officially a teenager. My little boy is growing up so fast." She hugged me. "But you'll always be my little baby." She held my face in both her hands and looked into my eyes and making me look into hers. She kissed me and I kissed her back and we hugged again. The next thing I knew she flipped me over her knee and was tugging my shorts down. She was telling me not to forget that I will never be too old to go over her knee and be spanked if I needed to be. She smacked my bare behind 13 times then quickly pulled my shorts back up and sat my up on her lap. "Don't ever forget that!" She smiled at me and hugged me. We laughed together. Mommy gave me my birthday present then. It was so cool! She got me that scanner for the computer that I wanted! "Okay! It's my turn at that cute little tushie!" Jodi said. I went over to her. I trusted that she wouldn't be too hard on me. I mean, she was family like. She always gave me great presents. Sometimes she was my baby-sitter and I had once been spanked by her for being naughty. Only once! She was a good spanker if you could look at it from and adults point of view. From my point of view it hurt like heck! I laid down over her lap and she took my shorts down. "Oh good! Nice and pink!" She teased me. "Now that you're in place I can get out all those vitamin shots I want to give you!" My hands shot back, both of them to protect my bottom from being stabbed! "NO! No shots!!" I tried to get up but was firmly held in place and my hands were removed out of the way! Jodi gave me my birthday spanking then sat me up and hugged me too. I got to open her present. It was really great! Jodi got me some leggos and a ninteno game! I liked all my presents but my behind was kinda sore! It still hurt some from yesterday and mom and Jodi kinda laid it on because I'm a teen ager now. I still had to go to dad. Well, I didn't HAVE to, but if I wanted my present from him I needed to. I went over to daddy rubbing the seat of my pants. Dad pulled me onto his lap and hugged me. "Happy birthday, Son." "Thank you Daddy." I hugged him tightly. "You got a pretty sore behind right now don't you?" He asked me. "Yeah. but most of it's from yesterday." "So you are well aware that you're not too old to be spanked?" "Yes Sir! I expect that I'll never be too old to get a spanking from you and mom when I need one." "Well, I'm glad you understand that." "Does that mean that you're not going to give me a birthday spanking?" I asked Dad. "Not a chance!" Daddy tickled me a little and lifted me up turning me over and laying me down across his knee. Daddy gave me my spanking without taking my pants down. I was glad of that. He didn't spank me anywhere near as hard as mom or Jodi did. Then I got to open his present. Daddy told me that he couldn't get me very much this year and he just got me a card with a little something inside. I told Daddy that it was okay. His being here was the only present that I really really wanted and I got that. I opened the card from daddy. It was kinda cute with a little joke type card. I expected to get maybe a couple dollars from dad or a gift certificate for McDonalds or something like that. Wow! Was I sure surprised. There was a little note inside that said to go get dressed because we were going to 6-flags for the day! Wow! This was really great! MIKEY'S STORY (part-8) Subj: Mikey's Story (part-8) Date: 96-05-19 23:45:05 EDT From: MRHomes To: THE ABZ1 MIKEY'S STORY (part-8) We had a great time at the park! All the rides were great and it was so cool going upside down on that roller coaster. I was sure glad that it was a hot day. We went on this waterride rapids type ride. Dad made the thing spin round so that I was the only one that got stuck under the waterfall! It cooled me off but I was soaked from head to toe! We got to eat a lot of junk food! It was the best birthday that I can think of. I must have really got tired out. I guess I fell asleep on the drive home. I remember leaving Six-Flags but the next thing I knew it was all dark and I was in my bed wearing a diaper again. Everything felt so good and just right and I was so happy. I didn't want to think about tomorrow when daddy had to leave. I didn't want him to go. When I woke up in the morning I knew it was just going to be a bad day. After I fell back asleep I wet my diaper. This sucked! I wasn't a baby! Why did this have to happen to me! I just turned over in bed and laid there crying softly to myself. Maybe if I didn't get up daddy wouldn't leave. It didn't work though. Daddy came in to make sure I was up. I still had to go to school today and he wasn't going to let me stay home. He took my diaper off and put me in the shower to get cleaned up and get going. We talked about a few things. I didn't have to hurry to catch the bus cause he was going to drive me to school and he promised that he wasn't going to leave until after I got home from school cause he was going to pick me up. The day seemed to take forever. I wanted to get home to play with dad and be with him, but I also didn't want the day to go by so fast because he would be leaving! Dad picked me up from school as he promised he would. We stopped by McDonalds and got something to eat and to just sit there and talk. When we got home Jodi was there. She had already talked with mom and dad but she came over to talk to me too. At last she was going to tell me how she was going to treat my bedwetting problem. We all sat down in the living room to talk. "You know I told you that you wouldn't like it Mikey and I want you to promise me that you won't argue about it." Jodi spoke to me. "As long as there aren't any shots it's okay." "I promised you that there were no shots. Actually, there isn't much for you to do. I want your mom to diaper you and put you to bed every night." "That's cool. I don't have any problems with that. I hate waking up in a wet bed. At first I didn't like the idea of diapers but they work and once you get used to them, well, I don't know how to explain it but they feel kinda good." I told Jodi as my face turned red from admitting that they felt good. "That's okay Mike. There is more. I don't want you to change your own diaper. Your mom had to take it off and put it on and change you when you are wet." All I could do was agree and turn red. Think about it. A teenaged boy getting his diapers changed by mommy. "Now, Mike, I've also talked to your mom and gave her some instructions as well that you don't have to worry about." "Is that all? I don't mind all that." "I haven't told you the part that you won't like yet. For the next three months, your bedtime is 830. That means you are in bed to go to sleep by that time." "NO WAY!!! I'm not going to bed that early!" "Yes you are Mikey." Dad told me. "All of this is to help you stop wetting the bed." "I can't dad! I haven't gone to bed that early since I can remember. If I do then I won't be able to talk to you!" I began to cry because I realized that I had no choice. "Listen Son. You will still get to talk to me. We can make arrangements for that." "But I'm not a little kid!" I told them through crying. "Why do I have to go to bed so early? That's not fair!" "Listen Mike. That's why I said for three months. The other doctors that I talked to were suggesting 730 and 8 for a bedtime. We are going to get you all caught up on sleep that you need. Once that happens that your wetting will begin to go away. I also will adjust your bedtime then." "Can't we adjust it now? I been staying up till like 1130 or 12. Going to bed at 830 is like taking away half the night! Can't you make it 930?" "No Mike. I'm not going to argue or negotiate with you. I expect you to follow my instructions." We all talked for a short while more. I didn't argue. There was something even harder that I had to do now that I didn't want to. Daddy had to leave and I had to say good bye. I carried his bags out to his car for him. I thought maybe I could hide in the car and go with him. That wouldn't work though. I was sure that they would notice that I was missing. Daddy hugged me and I hugged him so tight and wasn't going to let go of him. Daddy made me promise to be a good boy and to behave. He told me how proud of me he was. I couldn't help it. I still sat out front the house crying as I watched dad drive off and leave me. I didn't do much the rest of the night. Mom made dinner and we ate. We didn't talk much and she pretty much left me alone. I didn't argue with her when she told me that it was time for me to go to bed. She diapered me and tucked me in. I turned over and just laid there awake. Mom must have gone to bed for a while. I heard her alarm clock go off and could hear her getting ready to go to work. When she looked in on me to I pretended to be asleep. I didn't want to make her mad at me. I think maybe she knew I was still awake when she leaned down to kiss me good bye and good night, but she didn't let on. I heard mom leave for work and then cried myself to sleep. I hated going to bed so early but I missed dad and wished that he could have stayed. MIKEY'S STORY (part-9)