From:  (GF2190) 
Subject: story: Toilet Training(diap/spnk) 
Date: 25 Apr 1995 22:38:37 -0400 

Toilet Training Attempt

	Even when I was 4 years-old, I had a hard time potty 
training. At bedtime, my mommy would always put a diaper on 
me before putting my pajamas on. She uses cotton diapers and 
a pair of clear plastic pants with snaps on both sides of 
the legs to keep my jammies from getting wet. She was very 
concerned that at my age, I still needing to wear diapers at 
night. After all, diapers were only for babies! But she 
resolved to keep me in diapers until they were consistently 
dry. I guess she found it easier to wash diapers than 
bedsheets. This went on for a while, but finally she said 
enough is enough, and started spanking me if my diapers were 
wet in the morning. 
	 I still remember the helpless feeling I had; waking up 
in the morning and knowing that it was only a matter of time 
before mommy would come to check my diapers and find them 
wet... and then turn me over in bed and spank me while she 
scolded! After the spanking, she would then change my 
diapers and make me wear them for the whole day. In one of 
my favorite fantasies, I'm a little boy who is having 
trouble being potty trained, and mommy needs to take severe 
action: 
	 One day, my mother comes into my room and smells 
something. "What's that smell?" she asked as she looked at 
me. "Did you go poopy in your pants again?" I nod my head. 
She folds her arms and looks sternly, "Well, messy pants, 
when are you going to start learning to use the potty?!" I 
shrug my shoulders. "You don't know, eh? We'll see about 
that!" She grabs me by the hand and takes me into the 
bathroom. There she takes my pants and soiled underpants off 
and cleans me up. "Oh, God! Look at this mess you made! 
Don't you know that only babies go poopy in their pants!" 
She walks over to the closet and pulls out a clean diaper 
and some safety pins. "I guess you need to be in baby 
diapers." 
	 "Up you go," she says as she sets me on the changing 
table and fastens the diaper on me. Then she holds up the 
soiled underpants and says, "Naughty, naughty little boy, 
look at what you've done! I'm not standing for this 
anymore!" "Are you gonna spank me, mommy?" I meekly ask. She 
toys with me, "Well, I don't know. Do you want mommy to 
spank you?" I shake my head No. "A good fanny warming might 
be just what you need. You know what they say mommies should 
do with their naughty little boys: 'nip 'em in the butt!' Do 
you want to go over mommy's knee for a little butt 
nipping?'" I shake my head No. "Are you sure? A sore fanny 
might also help you remember not to go potty in your pants. 
Can you remember not to go potty in your diapers without a 
spanking?" I shake my head Yes. "Promise me you won't go 
potty in your diapers!" "I promise mommy," I answer. She 
shakes her finger at me as she says, "Well, we'll see. But 
if you break your promise and go potty in your diapers, 
mommy will pull them down and spank your bare butt but good! 
Do you understand me?" I nod my head in understanding. She 
put a clean pair of pants on me and set me down off the 
changing table. "Well OK then, I'll let it go this time. But 
next time I'm not going to be so lenient with you!" 
	 Well, it wasn't long before the next time. I guess the 
saying that promises are made to be broken is true. Suddenly 
and without warning, wet and warm pee-pee went streaming 
into my diaper. There was no way to get out of this one. I 
knew my mother would eventually find out what happened and 
then I'd be in big trouble. Eventually, she came into the 
room where I was playing to check on me and noticed me 
grabbing my pants and pulling on them. 
	 "Johnny, what are you doing?" she asks. She saw my 
expression, and got very suspicious. "Nothing, mommy?" I 
answer. "Nothing, eh? Do I have to check your diapers 
myself?" I don't answer, but lower my head in shame. The 
expression on my face was clear!' "I see. Come here and let 
me see!" "Are you gonna spank me, mommy?" I ask. "If you 
went potty in your diapers, mommy promised you a spanking!" 
she says. I start to cry, "Please mommy, don't spank me!" 
"Crying like a baby isn't gonna help you now. I said 'Come 
here!'" she yells. 
	 I walk over to her while pouting with my diapers 
crinkling as I walk. "That's a good little boy. Let mommy 
see what you did in your diapers!" When I am close enough 
she grabs me by the arm and turns me around. "Did you go 
poopy in them?" she asks as she pulls the back of my pants 
and diaper back and checks my bottom. "Nope. Did you go pee-
pee in them?" she asks as she turns me back around and 
reaches her hand down the front of my pants. She feels the 
wet diaper, and then looks me straight in the eyes. "Well, 
your diapers are soaking wet! You went potty in them after 
all, didn't you?" she says. "Yes, but I'm sorry!" I 
apologize. She folds her arms in disgust and says, "You're 
sorry, eh? Like you were sorry this morning when you went 
poopy in your pants! You've made mommy very angry at you. 
You'll be sorry after I'm through with you! I warned you 
what would happen if you went potty in them! Now mommy's 
gotta pull down your pants and spank your bare bottom long 
and hard until you cry like the baby you are!" my mother 
says. "But mommy," I whine, "do you have to?" I ask. "Yes, 
mommy has to! We've tried everything else; scoldings, 
threats, diapers. Now we're gonna try spanking! We've dilly-
dallied long enough. You need mommy to be more severe with 
you!" she said resolutely. "Go get mommy's hairbrush and 
bring it to me!" "The hairbrush," I yell, "No mommy, please. 
I don't want a spanking with the hairbrush!" I plead. She 
pulls out a chair and sits down on it. "Well, you should 
have thought of that before you peed in your diaper! Now do 
as your told, before I go get daddy's strap and use that on 
you instead!" "Yes, mommy." 
	 I go into the bathroom and bring out mommy's 
hairbrush. It is a large solid wooden brush that mommy uses 
for spanking only when I've been really bad. I come out into 
the living room with it. "Come here, young man!" I walk over 
to her and she grabs me by the arm when I'm close enough. 
She takes the brush from me and sets it on the floor. 
"Mommy's gonna blister your little fanny good!" She 
unfastens and unzips my pants and pulls them down to my 
knees. Then she unpins the soaking wet diaper and pulls it 
off of me. "You're getting this spanking on your bare 
bottom! I'm not taking any more chances with you! You've 
gotta learn not to go potty in your pants!" She picks up the 
brush and takes me across her knee and begins to spank real 
hard with the back of her hairbrush. 
	SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! 
SPANK! SPANK! the brush is applied firmly to my bottom. 
Finally mother stops and picks me up, my bottom throbbing 
and red. "There now, are you gonna be a good boy? Hmm? Are 
you gonna be a good boy for mommy and tell her when you need 
to use the potty?" I nod my head, yes. "Well, just to make 
sure you're gonna be a good boy, I think mommy needs to keep 
you in diapers for a while, just to make sure." She then 
proceeds to diaper my little bottom, and promises another 
spanking if I mess them again. Now, 25 years later, I can 
think of nothing more exciting than those diaperings and 
spankings over my mommy's knee.