From: (The ABZ Services) Subject: ~Story: Little Boy blue Part One Date: Fri, 02 Aug 1996 04:45:22 GMT Little Boy Blue c1996 The ABZ Services. This story may be freely distributed in this, it's original unedited version, under the condition that this copyright notice remains intact and that it be distributed FREE OF CHARGE. This also includes providing it as a "free public domain" story on a disk or CD that contains any other files that are being sold commercially. Growing up I was almost always in diapers at night. I was a chronic bedwetter until I was twelve, and when I finally stopped my mother refused to let me stop wearing diapers to bed, because she was sure I would start wetting again. One day when I was fourteen, I begged and pleaded with my mom to end my night diapers. I had been dry for two years and wanted so bad to go camping with my friends. She answered my begging with "Well little bedwetters don't get to go camping" Again I begged and pleaded with her until I was in tears, I couldn't believe how mean she was being. I know she hated my bedwetting, but I hadn't done it two years now, I had grown up, Even if I wasn't acting like it now, crying and screaming. Finally completely frustrated I just yelled out "I HATE YOU!" and stormed off to my room, slamming the door behind me. I hoped onto my bed and buried my face into my pillow as I continued to cry and whine to myself about how no one loved me and how I should just run away. I cried and cried, until I had no tears left to cry and slowly calmed down. I rolled over and laid back, my hands folded behind my head starring at the ceiling. A little while later there was a soft knock on my door. My mom slowly opened my door and walked in and over to me. She sat down on the edge of my bed and rubbed my stomach. "Have we calmed down now?" She asked. I shook my head yes. "Good, then you can follow me upstairs now" I sat straight up in bed "to-to-too the guest room?" I stuttered nervously. "Yes young man, now follow me." "Please mommy, I'm sorry, you know I don't hate you, please don't spank me!" I started to cry again, knowing that the only reason for me to go to the guest room was to be spanked. It was no use though, she took my hand and gently pulled me out of bed. Once I was on my feet I gave in and stopped my begging. I walked ahead of her to the attic, which had been converted into storage areas and a guest room. I watched, trembling, as she took the leather belt down from it's hook. My hands shaking I pushed my pants and underpants down to my ankles and stepped out of them. Wearing only my pocket T-shirt I bent over the end of the guest bed and waited for my punishment. I shivered as I felt my moms soft hands pushing my T-shirt up my back fully exposing my tender backside. She folded the belt over and tapped it against her hand a few times before taking the first hard full swing at my backside. I jumped up from the sting, but quickly got back into position to avoid any extra licks. Nine licks later I was laying bent over the bed, sobbing and swearing to behave. Mom put the belt down and pulled me up so I was laying all the way on the bed, and helped me to roll over, not that I wanted to lay on my now very sore bum. She pulled my T- shirt down, covering my private area, and told me to lay still for a few minutes. I laid there and got control of myself as I listened to her rummaging around in the storage area. A few minutes later she came back with a box labeled "Jenn's clothes" Jenn is my older sister who was off at collage. "What you got Jenn's stuff out for mommy?" I asked trying to sound sweet and loving. " Well you may have proven you can keep a bed dry, but you also proved you are still going to act like a baby. I am getting out your sisters thicker diapers and rubber panties." I started to whine a little, but stopped when she reached for the belt again. I sobbed quietly as she unfolded a thick eight layer powder blue cloth diaper and spread it out between my legs. "Lift up please" My mom instructed as she slid the cloth under my bum. I looked away from her as I felt her pinning the sides of the diaper. I shivered again as the cool rubber pants were slid up my legs, over my things and eventually over my diapers. She let the waist band go with a loud "SNAP" fitting snug over my diapers. "Stand up please" she said, and I turned back to face her. She was holding out a blue one piece romper with snaps in the crotch. I started to cry openly, but did not argue as she pulled it over my head and fastened the snaps under my diapers. "There now, Don't you look cute, My little Boy blue" Mom said as she smiled and guided me toward the full length mirror. My eyes went wide as I looked at my reflection. The thick padding in my crotch and around my bum in addition to the loose fitting romper, I really looked like a little boy. Mom led me downstairs and left me to play in the living room. I sat in my super thick diapers, which provided surprising comfort in my well whipped condition. I sat on the floor and played Nintendo until my dad got home. Dad went right to the kitchen to eat, and Mom called me in shortly after. Dad looked right at me but before he could speak mom explained "Jason is being punished for acting like a little baby, but we are not going to discuss that now" and that was it, mom had spoken. Nothing was said about my clothes. We ate our dinner together and then dad and me did the dishes. After dinner mom ordered me to go take my bath "It's only 6:30 mom!" I whined. "Yes I know, and that means you only have thirty minutes to get bathed and be put to bed." I stomped my feet all the way to the bathroom, pissed that I had to go to bed early in addition to these clothes she was making me wear.......Wait, did she say I had to BE bathed???? To Be continued....maybe.