The Thunder Child By BoyChild === Part 01 === My name is Jeremy Lowe. This is the story of my childhood, at least the craziest parts any way. I'll start at around eight years old and work my way up. I woke to my mom shaking my shoulder. "Wake up Baby It's time to get ready for school." she said in that loving voice that made me feel like I was the most important little boy in the world. As I was stepping out of the world of dreams where we are all truly equal, into the light of a new day in reality, I felt the tapes being peeled back on my diaper. I looked down across my chest and watched as she slid the wet pamper out from under my now cold bottom. "Wow" she said "You really soaked that one". I was lying on the pad that went across my bed to protect it from diaper leaks, wearing only my T-shirt. "WAKE UP!" She shouted. "You need to get ready for school!" I startled back awake and jumped out of bed. After tossing my wet pamper in the trash, Mom pointed to the bathroom at the end of the hall and told me to get in there and bathe. I walked naked ( with Only my T- shirt on ) past my two sisters, Kim and Mandy. Mandy, two years older than me, had just been in the bath room and every thing was steamy. I went in and bathed. As I walked in to my room I found the clothes mom had laid out on the bed for me. I got dressed, then went down stairs to breakfast. There at the table was Kim. Kim who was seven, was eating a bowl of apple jacks and was in her usual morning bad mood. "Hey pamper butt" she said in her most evil tone. "go to hell you brat" I quipped. "That's diapers after school Jeremy" Mom yelled from the kitchen. I cringed. "But Mom, she called me pamper butt again" I pleaded. "You need to stop that cursing Jeremy" "I'm going to do what ever it takes to stop it" Kim looked at me and smiled. God! I hate it when she does that. Now I would Have to wear and use my diapers, as soon as I got home from school. That had become mom's punishment of choice. This had started when I got in trouble one day last week for throwing a fit about not getting to go to a movie with Sam. Mom told me if I acted like a big baby, I would be treated like one. Sense I was still having to use diapers at night, ( I have a small bladder ) It was very easy to follow through with her threat. It must have worked because' she'd been rubbing my nose in it all week. Now it's going to happen again. The memory was still fresh of that Sunday afternoon two weeks ago. Mom bursting in to my room where I was slamming my G.I.-Joes in to the front of my four drawer dresser and yelling at the top of my lungs that I wanted to go to the movie with Sam. "OK Dammit" Mom yelled "You want to act like a baby I'll treat ya like a baby" I didn't know what to think about that. I remember backing up against my dresser as Mom yanked my closet door open reached in to the open box of pampers XLs that I wore at night, and grabbed a diaper. She then turned toward me, took my hand and led me out of the house and in to the front yard. I was about to DIE she was holding one of my diapers where just any one could see it. But it was going to get a lot worse before it got any better. " Lay down!" Mom yelled. "Oh god no!" I begged. With a hard slap across the face I was knocked down to the ground crying. Mom had always diapered me at night just before tucking me into bed. But this was nothing like that. She rolled me over on to my back and started to undo my jeans. I tried to get her to stop but she raised her hand as if to slap me again. I was not about to make her do that again. I looked frantically around and could see some people down the street playing basketball in there driveway. They didn't seem to have noticed us but I was sure the whole world was watching and laughing at me right then. While informing me that this is how we were going to treat little boys who act like babies instead of eight year olds, Mom was removing my clothes and tapping me in to my night diapers. I was crying hard by then. As mom tried to fasten the second and last tape, I kicked at her. Big mistake! She finished with the tapes, then yanked me up on my feet and dragged me crying to the porch swing. Sitting down she pulled me across her lap. Wearing only my diaper, she spanked me on my leg, just below my pamper. She spanked me so hard I wished I hadn't kicked her after all. When she was finished I fell off her legs on to my knees and cried like I had never cried in my life. The pain was so bad I had forgotten about my diapered condition. I finally stopped crying enough to think about my situation. When I turned around I wanted to die. There stood Sam. Sam was my best friend. He knew about my night diapers, but wasn't expecting to see anything like this. "See how we treat big babies here Sam." Mom said to Sam who was standing on the side walk. === Part 02 === Sam was paralyzed with astonishment. He had been my best friend sense kindergarten. Now we were in the second grade together. Sam who is two months older than me, and proud of it, has brown hair and eyes. Just like me. Most people think we're brothers. We do look a lot alike. Dad says were both the runts of our litters. That's because both of us are small for our age. Sam had often stayed over at my house over night and knew that mom had always been discreet even as far as taking me in to her bedroom and diapering me at night so Sam wouldn't see anything. The few times I stayed at Sam's house overnight mom would ask Sam's mom to send me back to my house at bed time to be diapered. I wanted to say something but I started crying again and ran in to the house. Mom came back in to the house and told me I would keep my diaper on all day, and maybe if I could act like an eight year old I could have my underwear back tomorrow. I spent that day in my room ashamed of having been diapered like that. That evening I was needing to pee bad. I went in to the bathroom and pulled down the front of my pamper and peed in the toilet. I didn't tell anyone because' I knew Mom was expecting me to use the pampers so if I asked her about it I knew what she would say. She hadn't said either way so I used the toilet and kept it quiet. Around 9:00 p.m. mom called me in to the den were she was cleaning house and asked if I needed a dry diaper before going to bed. "I don't think so" I said "I'm dry". Mom looked at me with suspicion in her eyes and said "Your dry" "It's been seven hours sense you were put in to that diaper and you haven't wet it yet?" She asked. I knew she would be mad if I confessed, but if she knew already and I lied now, She'd take this diaper thing even farther. I thought I was screwed. I didn't see any other option but to tell her the truth. "I used the toilet" "You didn't tell me I had to use the diapers." I whined. "Well we'll let it slide this time." "But remember, If you make me do this to you again, I'll expect you to use the pampers." That's why you're wearing them". "When you are acting like a baby I'm going to treat you like one." "That means using them like a big baby". "Is that understood?" She asked. When I went to bed that night I couldn't help but think about Sam. I knew I would see him the next day in school. ( He is my BEST friend and never said a word about it. ) At 10:30 PM when dad came home from his twelve hour shift at the airport, ( My Dad's a cop ) I over heard him and mom laughing about me. It was then that I knew This diaper punishment was going to be a problem. Please Mom" I begged. "Don't make me wear a diaper". "Please". "I won't curse any more I promise". Mom let me off the hook and warned me there would be no second chances". I knew she meant what she was saying. I wasn't hungry for breakfast any more, so I left early for school. As I rode my bike toward the bike rack on the playground, I noticed Sam standing at the bike rack, sitting on someone else's bike. "Guess what" Sam asked as he climbed off the bike he was sitting on. "What" I asked. "Dad said we could go camping at lake Table Rock this weekend." "Can you go?" Sam asked with a smile that said this was more than just a camping trip. "I don't know" I replied. "Mom's mad at me lately she'll probably say no" I said locking up my ten speed. I asked who all was going, and Sam told me his Mom, Dad, and Crissy. Sam's parents were the Morgan's. April and Tom Morgan. They started a used car dealership five years ago and just now have any time to do any thing with Sam and Crissy. Crissy, Sam's fourteen year old big sister, has been my baby-sitter for two years. She's used to diapering me for bedtime. I liked the way Crissy put diapers on me. She always makes me feel like It's OK to be eight years old and wear diapers to bed. We went into home room and sat down in our desks. During class we were busy whispering to each other about the camping trip. It seemed Sam was getting a BB-gun for his birthday and wasn't aloud to shoot it in town. His mom had a weird way of keeping us from having fun. At fifteen minutes till lunch Mrs.Harms yelled out our names. "One more time and you'll be in Mr. Hampton's office". We didn't even make it to lunch. "Mr. Lowe" Mr. Hampton barked with a voice that made every second grader's heart skip a beat. "Let's hear your story". "Uh.." "I Uh...I was just trying to ask Sam if he could loan me his eraser". I thought it was convincing. Mr. Hampton didn't. I was already starting to lose my composer as I put my sweaty palms down on the big metal desk in the center of Mr. Hampton's office. He always liked to scare the crap out of you before he beat ya with his two foot long paddle. This was accomplished by hitting the soles of his cowboy boots several times to "warm it up" he would say. The loud "POP" that those boots made would make you cry just hearing it. I stood there my butt sticking out to make a good target, as Mr. Hampton held his paddle against my butt. He slowly brought it back so far, It was in a different zip code when he started back with it. The "WHAP!" was the first thing that you noticed then soon after a rush of pain that words can't describe. My butt burned so bad I wondered if it was going to do permanent damage. WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! I was in tears and bawling my lungs out. Mr. Hampton ordered me back in to my chair. "I see this is the fourth time you've gotten licks this month". He said while writing a discipline notice for me to take home and have signed by Mom and Dad. "You have a lot of growing up to do Mr. Lowe". His words brought back the memories of a few weeks ago when Mom decided to use my pampers as punishment. Handing me the pink slip of paper, Mr. Hampton said, "Your mom or dad will have to come in for a discipline conference in the next three days or you will be suspended for three days". "Yes sir" I choked out while wiping tears away from my eyes At lunch Sam told me he had been through the same thing. He'd only had two meetings with Mr. Hampton in the last month. So his parents didn't have to come in for a conference. "Shit Sam" "How am I going to tell mom" I had started to cry again with my head down between my legs. "How bad can it be Jeremy?" Sam asked seeing that I was scared. "It can be real bad I cried out through the tears" "Hey man if it's that diaper thing I won't tell anyone I promises" That didn't help. It only made me more upset. I don't remember the rest of that day I just remember how fast it went buy. ===Part 03=== As I was putting my bike in the garage I saw Mom coming back from the garden she had a hand full of bags and some garden tools in her arms. She was all sweaty and had dirt on her hands and face. Her short brown hair had little pieces of grass and stuff in it, and her tight jeans had dirt on the knees. She had been out there all afternoon weeding and harvesting what ever was ripe. I decided to go ahead and confess while she was all tired and sweaty hoping she would be to tired to get real mad. Handing her my pink- slip I said "I got in trouble for talking in class today mom." " I was just asking Sam to loan me a piece of paper." I lied. It worked, I guess. She did get mad but she only yelled at me and told me I was restricted to my room for the rest of the week. I went up stairs without any arguments. Any thing to avoid having to wear diapers. That night at around ten O-clock, mom and dad came into my room. I had been reading comics and playing with my G.I.-Joe men all evening. I sensed trouble when I noticed dad carrying a paddle as he walked in behind mom. "Get on the bed Jeremy." "NOW!!" Dad yelled. I jumped up from the floor, and sat on the bed. Oh god.. This is going to be bad. I thought. "So you can't keep your yap shut" "Huh?" I knew this was the part where I was supposed to beg for my life. "Not me I thought, I'm eight years old, I shouldn't have to beg for my life." I told my self trying to boost my courage. I started to cry. Not so much balling but, just the quivers and my eyes starting to water. So much for courage. "What do we need to do?" mom asked as if I was maybe going to tell her that I needed the crap beat out of me. How the hell are you supposed to answer that question? "I'm sorry" I whined. "Just stop that damn whining right now!" Dad scolded. My mind was spinning so fast I couldn't remember my own name. Trying to compose my self, I said, "I was just trying to barrow a piece of paper from Sam." Every time I told that lie, it seemed like I could feel my nose growing another inch. "That's not what Sam told April and Tom, honey." Mom said with an overtone of disappointment, mixed with sympathy. I sat there on my twin bed with red lights and sirens going off in my head, wondering what to do next. What move to make. How was I going to slip my head out of the noose, that was already so tight, it was choking me? "I'm sorry" I blurted out so spontaneously, It caught all of us by surprise. "I won't talk in class no more" I bellowed, the tears and sobbing coming on like a freight train. "I'm so sorry." "I swear I'll never do it again." Mom and Dad sat there quietly waiting for me to stop my crying so, they could pass sentence on there little convict. In my fit of guilt, fear, and shame, I had rolled over on my pillow and buried my face in it. After a few minutes I sat up wiping snot and tears from my face. My eyes were burning and red. I was again trying to maintain eye contact with my parents when dad started in. "Well, now all that's left is finding a punishment that fits the crime." Dad said sarcastically. "Son," Mom started. "I think we need to put you back in diapers for a while." I heard and watched her say it, but there's always that tiny thread of hope that it was all a bad dream, and I would wake up to a dark bedroom with two or three O-clock showing on my old Big-Bird alarm clock. Not! "For how long?" I asked, head down. "Until we see an improvement in your behavior." Dad barked, with Mom nodding in agreement. "It's high time you start acting your age." "If you act like a big toddler, we're going to treat ya like one." Mom's words echoed in my head. Mom then got up and walked out of the room, leaving me alone with dad and his paddle. The first lick sounded to me like a gun shot. There was that little delay before the pain shot out of every inch of my bare butt. The pain was bad, but it was the fear made that me start wailing. I thought I was going to die. My dad has a gift for scarring the crap out of me. When I think back on it, I wasn't being hit that hard. It was dad's gift that made you think he was going to kill you. After ten licks and a lot of dancing and crying, Mom came back in to my room with a brown paper bag. I was standing at the foot of my bed when, mom told me to lay down on my bed and to leave my jeans and Spiderman Underoos on the floor. Out of the bag she pulled a diaper like I had never seen before. It had four tapes on it, and it was a lot bigger than the pampers XL's that I was used to wearing. Yanking my left leg up, Mom slid the new diaper under my butt. As she taped it in place I could tell it was a lot bigger than the old ones. As it turned out mom had been hoping I would grow out of my bed wetting before she had to start using small adult diapers on me. The next five minutes were a non stop lecture about my new life in diapers. "You will use them for everything" "No using the toilet" "You will ware them to school every day until you start acting like an eight year old" The list went on and on. After the lecture I was told to get in bed. "You have school in the morning" Dad said with a smile. PART 04 "Jesus Christ!" I screamed as the old ford school bus stopped at my bus stop. The kids on the bus were hanging out of the busses small windows, and waving pampers at me while screaming out, "Jeremy's a baby," "Jeremy's a baby," "Jeremy's a baby." I felt my face go red hot. Then, at the same time, I felt huge tears running down my face. How did they know I would be wearing a diaper today? I asked my self. My mind spinning, nothing was making sense! I left the house in just a blue pocket T-shirt and one of my new diapers, not five minutes ago. Nobody could have made arraignments like this in five minutes!? Who knew to bring a box of pampers on the bus to have them for my stop? The questions were flying out from my brain like shrapnel exploding from a grenade. There were no answers. "Get on the bus now!" "You big baby." Shouted the bus driver. "Wait a minute!" I warned myself. That's not Mr. Thompson, our gray-haired bus driver. It's Mr. Hampton my principle! I was starting to get dizzy. Mr. Hampton who was wearing his usual brown polyester suit, was reaching for his paddle on the dash. "Oh god no! He's going spank me again" I thought. Soon all of the kids started to make " Ooooo" sounds. It was then that I noticed Sam. He was wearing a surfer dude T-shirt and his Cowboys cap. Sam who was also hanging out of the window waving a diaper at me, was laughing! "NO! NO! Not you Sam" I cried. I was not, getting on THAT bus. Just as Mr. Hampton leaped out of the bus at me. I bolted and ran for my house. As I ran down the length of the bus to get around it, I could hear my diaper making a lot of noise. It was so noisy that, the kids, Sam included, broke out in another fit of laughter. I just ran even faster. I wasn't thinking about anything by then. My mind had shut down. Nothing made sense. I Remember hearing the tires scream, a loud thud, then silent darkness. Soon after the darkness over took me, I spotted a small flash of light in the center of the darkness. It quickly grew to a very bright light. A wave of terror ran threw my soul. Oh shit I thought, I must be dead. An evil mixture of fear, panic, rage, and terror over took my mind. I'd heard about people dyeing and being brought back to life, who tell about seeing a bright light. Jeremy! A voice called from the blackness. Who's that I wondered. One of my dead great grandparents maybe? Jeremy! The voice called again. It's a woman. OH GOD!! I can see her! She's reaching for me! SHIT! SHIT! I thought what do I do? I asked my brain. It was useless, my brain was scrambled. SCREAM! I told my self. I was trying but nothing was coming out. I tired so hard to scream, my throat was starting to burn like I had just drank a glass of Tabasco sauce. I tried to run. OH GOD! Did I want to run. I was frozen with fear. Then as if some one released me from a death grip I bolted off of my bed, slamming mom in to my dresser. WHAT!!! How did I get here?! Now I was standing in my room!? Then like the turn of a switch someone started a scream that sounded like that of a small animal that's trapped and knows the end is near. Wait! I thought. It's ME! I'm screaming. I next noticed that I was soaking wet from head to toe. How? I wondered. It was just no good my brain was overloaded. "Baby" "Baby" Mom called to me. It was all a dream, I realized. I suddenly stopped screaming and fell limp into my mothers arms. The life had been wrung out of me. I was a whimpering vegetable. Mom helped me back into bed. She reached a finger inside my diaper and pronounced me soaked. I closed my eyes as I listened to the sharp rip of the tapes being pulled loose from my diaper. I don't recall any more of that morning. It seems Mom changed my wet diaper and pulled my covers back over me and left me to sleep. It was after twelve when I woke up that Tuesday. I could hear mom in the living room with the vacuum. I got up and waddled down to the kitchen. It turned out that the new small adult diapers were a lot bulkier than my old pampers Xls. "Mom" I croaked. My voice was trashed from all the screaming. "Can I have a bowel of fruit loops?" "Yea, sure honey." Mom replied. "You need to get out of that wet diaper and bathe so we can make your doctor appointment at two-thirty." "Doctor?" I asked. "Why do I have to see a doctor?" "He's not a doctor, he's a psychiatrist." I would have started crying but, I was all cried out by then. "Mom" I protested, "Why do I have to see a head shrinker?" "I'm not crazy." Or was I, I wondered privately.