Mommy and Me Part 1 
	
		   
	Back when I was a little tyke of about 10 years old, I 
went through a "stage" I guess you would call it, when I wet 
the bed for about 5 months. I tell you, out home was no fun 
place to be during that time. I tried everything to not wet 
the bed and stop. Mom and dad did everything that they could 
do as well, plus! 
	First I saw the doctor to make sure nothing was wrong 
with me. There wasn't. They tried all the tricks like wet 
alarms and restricting my intake of fluids. When that didn't 
work I was yelled at and grounded. Sent to bed early. 
Generally, my life was miserable and that is putting it 
mildly! 
	Then, just as suddenly as it started, five months later 
it stopped. I was so relieved! I was tired of not only being 
yelled at, but also of getting up in the middle of the night 
to change my clothes and the sheets on my bed. 
	It was weird. Two months later is when dad left us. He 
didn't say anything but good bye. I haven't seen him since 
and I don't care to. He was a real jerk for just leaving mom 
and me. 
	I wasn't a bad kid. Sure I got into my share of 
trouble, but nothing serious. I mean mom never had to come 
to the police station to pick me up. She only got called to 
the school once, but that wasn't even my fault! I was just 
in the wrong place at the wrong time. Without dad around, I 
think mom became a little over-protective of me. 
	When I was about twelve, mom and I got into an argument 
about something stupid. I don't even remember what it was. 
What I do remember though is I yelled at mom, "If you think 
I'm so naughty, why don't you just put me over your knee and 
spank my bare butt till I can't sit down!" NEVER tell your 
parents that in an argument with them! Mom did just that! I 
couldn't sit down the rest of the afternoon. But that's 
another story. That's also when mom started spanking me for 
even the little things that she deemed naughty. 
	About a month after I turned 14 I woke up in the middle 
of the night just soaked. I couldn't believe I wet the bed! 
Frustrated and humiliated, I layed there crying for a while 
before I got up and changed my clothes and sheets. I wasn't 
about to go through the same thing that happened to me when 
I was ten. No way! I did my own laundry the next day. 
	I didn't say anything to mom about what happened. 
Rather than have to change my sheets and clothes, the next 
night I took some old towel and fashioned a makeshift 
diaper. Something that would soak up everything I hoped if I 
wet again. Have you ever tried to pin a diaper on yourself? 
It is very hard to do and you still never get it tight. 
After several tries I gave up on the pins and took one of my 
belts and put it around my waist and secured the diaper in 
place. 
	It felt strange having so much padding on me like that. 
I walked, or I should say waddled over to the mirror to get 
a lok at myself. I never seen a teenager in diapers before. 
It looked kind of funny, but if it worked..... 
	It did work! I wet again but it didn't leak all over 
and soak everything! I woke up in the morning wearing a wet 
diaper, but my bed was dry and I got a good night sleep! 
That went on for a week! 
	About a week after my bedwetting started up again and I 
was using my makeshift diapers. I thought I had it all 
worked out. I came down for breakfast one morning and found 
mom sitting at the table drinking her coffee. I sat down at 
the table and mom poured me a cup of coffee and slid the 
cereal and milk over to me. 
	"Good morning, Michael!" Mom was in a 

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PART 2 
	I was a little surprised when I got home from school. 
Why the heck did I have to rush home and mom wasn't even 
there. I was a little ticked off! I unlocked the door and 
threw my books in my room. I went back to the kitchen to get 
something to eat. I found the note from mom. it read:  
	"Michael, 
	Had to run out to get a few things. You may have a 
piece of pie 
	and some juice. Before I get home I want you to take a 
shower and 
	get cleaned up." 
	"A Shower!??" I thought, "why the heck did I have to 
take a shower in the middle of the day?" I read on.  
	"Yes, I said take a shower. I'll be back shortly. I 
don't want to have to wait for you! 
	Love, 
	Mom" 
	I finished my snack and went up to me room. I was kinda 
sitting there thinking when I heard mom's car pull up. I 
kicked my shoes off quickly and ran to the bathroom, 
stripped off my clothes and got into the shower. Over the 
running water I heard mom come into the bathroom. 
	"I'm home Michael! Are you just about done?" 
	"Yes Mom. Just give me another minute." 
	I heard the door close as I turned off the water. As I 
was drying off I noticed that mom had taken all of my 
clothes and I didn't even bring a clean pair of underpants! 
Dried off I wrapped a towel around my waist. I open the door 
to head to my room and almost ran right into mom. She must 
have been waiting for me. 
	She had a clean towel over her shoulder. Mom grabbed me 
by the arm. With her free hand she hooked the towel around 
my waist and pulled it off of me. Tossing it back into the 
bathroom.  
	"You won't be needing that Michael."  
	"Mom!! I'm naked!!" 
	"Yes Michael! You are! That's just the way I wanted 
you."  
	"But mom!"  
	"Don't but mom me. You don't have a thing that I have 
not seen before."  
	I started to turn red all over and gave up the fight. 
Mom took me to my room and sat me down on the bed. She dried 
my hair then sat down beside me. I got this real nervous 
feeling in my stomach. 
	"Mom,?" I asked cautiously, "Why do I have to be 
naked?" 
	"Well Michael, because I said so! That in itself is a 
good enough reason. But I have a couple other reasons as 
well."  
	I didn't want to ask this question but I has to know 
the answer.  
	"Mom, am I being punished for something?"  "Very 
perceptive of you Michael!"  
	"Are you going to spank me mommy?"  
	"Harder than you have ever been spanked before."  
	My mind was racing. WHAT did I DO to deserve this? I 
must not have heard mom the first time.  
	"Michael! Bring me the paddle! I'm not going to tell 
you again!"  
	I almost jumped off the bed and got "Mom's Helping 
Hand" paddle that hung on the wall just inside my bedroom 
door. It was kept there for two reasons. One as a reminder 
to me of what will happen if I don't behave, and two, 
because it is nice and handy for when mom has to use it. I 
brought the paddle and handed it to mom with a tear in my 
eye. She took it and sat it down on the bed beside her. 
	Taking me by the arm, mom guided me to her side and 
pulled me over across her knee. I knew that I was in for a 
really hard spanking when I felt moms right leg go over my 
legs to hold them down and to help hold me in place over her 
knee. 
	"Mommy! What did I do? Please don't spank me!" 
	I knew better than to put my hands back and in the way 
but mom and I both knew that after she started spanking me 
that she would have to hold them out of her way. I felt her 
place the paddle on my bottom and prepare to spank me good. 
	"Michael, I'm not going to tell you right now why you 
are being punished. Before I am through spanking you today 
though, you will know why." 
	I felt the paddle raise up off of me and prepared for 
it to come back down. <> It wasn't the paddle. Mom 
was spanking me with her hand. It didn't hurt as much as the 
paddle would have but it still hurt! 
	I didn't start crying right away. But by the time mom 
stopped I sure was! Mom just kept spanking me and spanking 
me! My entire butt and upper thighs must have been fire 
engine red! I was crying harder than I could ever remember. 
I couldn't believe it 
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