From: hoked.on.phoniks.rilly.worked.4.me <103073.361@CompuServe.COM> Subject: Wrote a story cause I was bored Date: 25 Oct 1995 06:51:43 GMT Foster Mom By. XeroChild ( @COMPUSERVE.COM) When I was young my mom passed away, and since my dad wasn't around, and no other relatives would take me, I was sent to a foster home. My foster mom is cool, but she's really obsessive about keeping the house clean, and when you make a mess you she gets pissed! My first night with her I left the bathroom a mess after my bath, and when she found out, she made me clean up the mess, and then sit in the corner for two hours! After a while I got used to her obsession and learned (after many hours in the corner) to keep the house clean, and everything went great for a while........... Like I said, things had been going great for a while, with one exception. I like most boys my age, often ignored the urge to poop, so that I could continue to play. This resulted in skid marks in my underpants. It didn't take my foster mom to put an end to that. One day she came to me, with my dirty underpants in her hand and said " I am tired of seeing this kind of mess in your underpants, and I will not tolerate it any more. For now on if you make marks in your underpants you will spend the rest of the night in the corner. Furthermore when you are in the house, you are not allowed to wear any clothes, I want to be able to see that you are clean, and it will make you go potty when you need too, and not when you want too." I didn't like the idea of being naked in front of her all the time at all! But there wasn't a whole lot I could do. Reluctantly I took my clothes off until I was naked, and then my foster mom led me to a corner of my room to stand in while she took all my clothes out of the room "For now on, you have to come to me to get clothes, and then only if I will allow you to go out. If you want to play, you can play in the back yard, but you may not wear clothes." We had a very private yard surrounded by woods on all sides, so she and I both knew no one would see me, but I still didn't like it. After a couple weeks I got used to being naked, and didn't really notice or care anymore. It had become normal for me. But what happened next wasn't normal (at the time)...... It was Saturday morning, I was watching cartoons and having breakfast. I was naked as usual. My foster mom, who I just called "mom" at this point was still asleep. I wasn't supposed to eat in the living room, but I hated to miss my favorite toons. I heard mom coming down the hall, so I rushed to try and pick everything up and get back to the kitchen, but I tripped on the corner of the coffee table, and spilled my cereal bowl and juice all over the floor. It was too much of a mess to hide, so I just started to clean it up, and waited for her to come and kill me! "MICHAEL!!! What did you do" "I...I...It was an accident" I stuttered very scared. I was told to go to my room and wait for her while she cleaned up the mess. I sat on my bed, sobbing slightly and waiting for her to come and yell at me and then send me to the corner again. It seemed like an hour, although it was only ten minutes for her to come to my room. While I was waiting the urge to pee had come to me, but I was afraid to leave the room since she told me to wait. Not a problem, I though. I can hold it for a few minutes. She immediately started to yell at me for making a mess and disobeying her, but then she did something I will never forget, she did something that started it all...... Out of her back pocket she pulled a wooden hair brush and started tapping it against her other hand as she explained "we have talked before about your messy behavior, and I have sent you to the corner to think about it at least fifty times, I think it's time for another approach" I had never been spanked in my life, but I knew that was what she meant. I started to cry harder and beg her not to do it, promising to be better and not make a mess anymore. "I'm sorry Michael, but SORRY will not cut it this time. No, I think you need your fanny warmed a little to better remind you of the rules of the house. She took my arm and lifted it up, making it clear I was to stand. She sat on the bed where I had jest been, and positioned me standing with my side to her. With me crying and standing in front of her, she began spanking my bare backside with the brush. The pain was incredible. She was spanking me as hard as she could, and it was not something I was used too. After only four swats I was bawling and begging her to stop. But she didn't stop. The urge to pee was only making my pain more intolerable, as it was increasing, and I had to really concentrate on holding it in, which was hard to do while getting beaten like I was........ Around the 25th swat, the pain was too much, and I lost control of my body. Before I knew it I was shooting my piss halfway across the room, all over the hard-wood floor! Mom stopped the spanking, and I immediately grabbed myself to stop the flow and ran to the bathroom. When I got back to my room, Mom was just finishing mopping up my mess with a towel. In a very angry voice she said "Go to bed NOW" and nothing more. It was still not even 10am, but I was too afraid to argue, So I climbed into bed and got under the covers. Mom slammed my door shut and a few minutes latter I heard her car pull out of the drive. I laid in bed crying, mad at mom for spanking me, and at myself for losing control. When mom got home, I got out of bed and opened my door to call downstairs. "Mom, can I come down and talk to you?" She sounded in a little better mood when she said yes, and I walked down to the kitchen where she was bringing in bags from the car. She told me to sit at the table and she would talk to me in a minute. She brought a few more bags in and sat down. "Mom, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it" She held my hand and in a soft voice said "I know honey, it's okay I shouldn't of spanked you so hard." I didn't know what to say since I had earned a spanking, and I think she sensed what I was thinking. "I won't ever spank you again, I promise you that, but I have been thinking....." "......A boy your age should be able to not make a mess as much as you do, so I guess you are just not mature enough for your age. I really don't understand why you leave marks in your underpants and piss on the floor, I really don't. All I can figure is you need to wear diapers for now on." "DIAPERS!!!!!?!?!??!?!?" "Yes, Little boys who can't use the potty when they need to wear diapers! And for now on you will" "NO I WON'T" I shouted and got up from the table, ran to my room closing it behind me. I jumped on my bed and started crying again. No more than a minute later mom came up to my room. She sat down on my bed, a I buried my face in my pillow. She stroked my hair a little, and tried to calm me down. "Only babies wear diapers" I blurted trough my tears. "Michael, I am not going to argue about this, I have made my decision, YOU WILL wear diapers for now on. "NO NO NO NO NO.........." I kept shouting. Mom finally gave up and left the room, and after a while I fell asleep still sobbing...... I woke up and quickly realized mom was trying to diaper me, I started kicking and screaming, making it impossible for her to get the diaper taped on me. Mom got annoyed and pulled out the wooden hair brush and sat it on the bed. I instantly stopped fighting her and she taped the diaper tight on me. I very calmly and politely tried to reason with her (only polite cause the hair brush was there) "Please mom, I do not want to wear diapers, I promise to try harder to be clean" "I'm sorry Michael, But for now on you don't have to worry, you can make all the mess you want. I was going to just have you wear diapers, but since you are acting so childish, you are going to be my baby until you decide to grow up. But only at home. When you are allowed to go out, I will give you underpants and clothes to wear, but at home you are a baby." I felt a little better not having to go out of the house in a diaper, but I still didn't like it. Pointing at the hair brush I said "I thought you said I wouldn't be spanked again?" She smiled and replied "Did I spank you? all I did was set the brush down" Mom left the house again, and returned with baby clothes. She claims she got sleepers in my size at SEARS, but I didn't believe her until I saw them there myself on our next shopping trip. From that day on, I was her baby, I never did grow up, I liked the attention, and after a while got used to the diapers. I started wearing them out of the house too. In fact it's been 2 years since I have used a bathroom for anything other than a bath.