An Accident  

	Spankings are embarrassing enough, but how must they 
feel after dirtying our pants like little babies? Mark 
shares on this very subject . . . 
	I was around seven years old and I had been bored all 
day. My mom asked if I wanted to go to the store. I told her 
"yeah" and we hopped in the car. 
	There was a long stretch of country between our house 
and the store we were going to, and it would be hours before 
we saw much of anything again, so my mom asked me if I 
needed to use the bathroom. I told her I would be all right. 
	Not 15 minutes into the trip I had to pee. I held it 
for another 15 minutes or so until it got bad. "Mom, I gotta 
pee bad!" She obviously scolded me for not going at home, 
but she stopped and let me pee in some bushes. When I got 
back in the car she promised a good spanking if I pulled 
another stunt like that. 
	An hour or so later my stomach started hurting - I had 
to poop now. I held it as best I could, but eventually it 
started to hurt really bad. I told my mom I had to go but 
she threatened to stop the car and put me over her knee, so 
I tried to hold it longer. "Please mommy, it hurts!" I 
couldn't hold it much longer. "We'll be there in a few 
minutes, Mark." A few minutes  weren't long enough, and I 
soiled my drawers for the first time since I was a baby. I 
remember it squishing in my underpants. 
	Needless to say, my mom was furious. As soon as we got 
into town she stopped at a store, marched me into the 
bathroom and took my clothes off. She threw my undies away, 
and then my shorts, as both were soiled badly. 
	She stood there as I finished pooping, waited for me to 
wipe my butt, then I was over her knee faster than I could 
protest. She whacked my butt good and hard till I cried. She 
let me up to rub my bottom and told me to stay  there. 
	She went back to the store and came back with a big 
diaper. "What are you gonna do with that?" I asked, as I 
cried. I knew the answer, and there was nothing else for me 
to wear, but I backed away as she tried to put it on me. 
	She started fuming and grabbed me by the shirt and bent 
me over the toilet and proceeded to spank my butt till I was 
screaming. The whacks burned and I begged her to stop and 
told her that I would wear the diaper. She spanked me a few 
hard times more, then put the diaper on me. 
	I saw friends later and they never stopped teasing me 
about it, and I made quite a few scenes, ensuring further 
punishment. On the way home, my mother pulled over next to 
some woods. She went into the trees and came back with  a 
switch. 
	She told me to take my diaper off and get out the car, 
and that I was gonna be switched. I was crying as I got out 
of the car, and wailing as she bent me over the hood.  
	The hot metal stung my privates and the switch quickly 
burned my backside. All I could do was scream and beg as she 
brought the switch down a good 20 times, leaving marks on my 
bottom with each whack. 
	I couldn't sit down in my seat and I cried the whole 
ride home, and as if that wasn't enough I got a huge 
spanking from my father after he got home and he made me 
apologize to my mom. I remember I had marks on my butt that 
didn't fully heal for days and couldn't sit without the 
sting coming back.
	I was a good boy for months after that.