Baby Mikey Learns a Lesson

	The evening news was just ending when I noticed the red 
and blue lights whirling around outside the window. Of 
course I had to go and see what it was about. In the small 
town I lived in you never saw a police car around, so this 
was something big! I opened the front door and stepped out 
onto the front porch, it was then I saw the police car was 
stopped in front of my house.
	The shadow in the back seat of the car was about the 
shape and size of my son, so I figured he had gotten into 
some kind of trouble. There were two officers in the car, 
one stayed there, and the other, a female walked up to me. 
"Mrs. Jones, can we talk inside?"
	I showed her in and we sat in the living room as she 
explained the situation. I was informed that Mike's friend 
Joey, the brat of the neighborhood and dared Mike to steal 
an embarrassing item from a local drug store, and that Mike 
had taken the dare and gotten caught. When I learned just 
what the embarrassing item was, I knew exactly how to handle 
the problem. I handed the officer a 20 dollar bill to cover 
the cost of the item and assured her it would not happen 
again. I followed her to the car and got my son and the item 
in question and dragged both inside.
	Mike sat down on the sofa, his arms crossed and looking 
at me as though I was the one who had done wrong. "Go get 
the belt" I ordered. Mike knew better than to argue, he 
jumped up and ran to fetch the leather belt, which was the 
only thing his father had left behind when he ran off. 
"Strip" was my next order, and a now embarrassed 15 year old 
removed all his clothed in front of me. I had him turn and 
stand next to the couch his hands resting on the arm rest.
	He didn't see me open the item he had attempted to 
steal, and remove one of the disposable adult diapers from 
the bag. I set it down on the couch in plain view for him. I 
was going to let him look at it for a while, meantime we had 
something else to take care of. I folded the belt over in my 
hand and quickly delivered 10 sharp spanks to his bare 
backside. Enough to cause him a good deal of discomfort.
	"Now lay down!" I demanded pointing to the couch. He 
laid down with his head at the opposite end and the diaper 
at his feet, between his legs. Before I did anything I 
explained the rest of his punishment to him. "Michael, I am 
very disappointed in you. It's only the first week of your 
summer vacation and already you are in trouble. You are 
grounded for a month, and for that month you will wear the 
diapers you liked enough to steal!" Mike looked at me 
shocked and for the first time started to cry. I knew he 
wasn't really a bad kid, but since he had been hanging out 
with Joey he had been getting into more and more trouble and 
it was time to put a stop to it!
	I unfolded the diaper and with a slap to his bare tummy 
Mike raised up so I could slide it under him. He said 
nothing as I pulled it up through his legs and tightly 
fastened the tapes in place. I took his pants and threw them 
down the basement stairs toward the washer and then sent him 
to bed for the night. I had to work hard to keep from 
laughing as his diapered but waddled up the stairs toward 
his room. I sat down and put more thought into how I was 
going to handle this. When I was satisfied with my plan I 
took care of a few things and went to bed. Chapter two
	Just as I had expected I head Mike get up in the middle 
of the night, to go to the bathroom. First I heard him 
rattling the upstairs bathroom door and then the downstairs 
bathroom. He was quick to figure out they had both been 
locked and he was not going to use them. I heard him crying 
as he came back up stairs and every so quietly I heard him 
say through his tears "I can't believe I wet myself" I 
smiled contentedly and went back to bed.
	The next morning I found Mike asleep in his bed in an 
obviously wet diaper. I started to take it off before he 
woke up, and started yelling at me "How could you lock the 
bathrooms!" he begged to know as he started to cry again. I 
calmly explained that his punishment was to wear diapers and 
he sure as hell was going to use them! He tried to argue it, 
but soon gave up. I unlocked the bathroom so that he could 
shower. Mike was very embarrassed that I stayed in the 
bathroom and watched him shower. I warned him, if he used 
the toilet or peed in the shower he would get quite a 
spanking and be in diapers for an extra month! Mike showered 
quickly and dried himself off.
	Back in his room, I got a clean diaper on him, then 
told him to get dressed as he was going with me to the 
supermarket. Mike did as he was told, and within twenty 
minutes he was ready to go. As we left the house he kissed 
me and softly whispered "I'm sorry mom"
	"I know you are honey, I know" I reassured him as we 
got into the car. I started the engine and then reached over 
and buckled his seat belt as he never would wear it himself. 
We drove down to piggly-wiggly to do our shopping.
	In addition to the usually groceries I also loaded baby 
wiped, powder, lotion and more diapers into the shopping 
cart, much to Mike's embarrassment. We paid for the 
groceries and then headed home. on the way home Mike started 
to cry again. Without even asking him what was wrong I said 
"If you are going to cry every time you pee, it's going to 
be a long month" Mike wiped his eyes "Sorry, it's just I'm 
so mad at myself for getting myself into this." With one arm 
still on the wheel I hugged him with the other "You'll get 
used to it." He nodded t me, and wiped the last tear from 
his eye.  I changed him as soon as we got home, and then we 
brought the groceries in. I was amazed at how helpful Mike 
was, putting everything away for me, and even starting the 
dishes without my asking. He certainly is well behaved in a 
diaper, I said to myself. Chapter Three  The rest of the day 
was quiet. Mike cleaned his room and then watched TV. He was 
bored to death seeing as he was grounded, but he made the 
best of it. Two more diapers were changed before dinner, 
including his first messy one, which of course had him 
crying again. It was hard for me to see him crying so much, 
especially at 15, but again, it is for his own good. If this 
is what it takes to make him behave, it's well worth it!
	We ate together, something we had gotten out of the 
habit of doing, and then he did the dishes and we watched TV 
together until it was almost his bedtime. I changed him for 
the last time for the day, kissed him goodnight, and left 
him alone in his room.
	From my room next door, I could always hear any noise 
he made, and was glad to hear that having to wear diapers 
had not interfered with his..uh..sex life. I waited one hour 
after the noise stopped and then went to check on him. As I 
expected I found him in bed asleep, his diaper half off as 
he wasn't able to get the taped to re-stick once he had 
taken them off. Even less surprising was a cum stain in the 
center of his diaper. Without waking him I changed him into 
another clean diaper and went to bed. Chapter Four
	Within a few days things had gotten to seem normal. 
Mike no longer cried when he wet or messed himself and 
changing him got to be an expected part of the day. Mike was 
in a good mood most of the time, and was better behaved than 
he had been in years.
	As the month came closer to ending I was actually going 
to hate to see it end. Between his behaving and the extra 
time we spent together I actually liked this whole diaper 
thing. But fair is fair, he had behaved and so I had to end 
the punishment.
	About a week after the punishment had stopped I noticed 
that the supply of diapers was still going down, and a trip 
to his room late that night showed me that Mike was 
diapering himself at night, only to bed. and he liked 
diapers!
	I decided not to say anything to him, and left it 
alone. But Mike came to me a few days later, his supply 
gone, he told me, with tears in his eyes that he wanted to 
be kept in diapers, and so my son, 15 years old, is diapered 
by me every night and changed every morning. How long will 
it last? I don't really know, I guess it depends on how long 
it takes him to find a girlfriend to diaper him :) THE END