WEEK WITH MY BROTHERS

I am a 15 year old DL, and my name is James. Living in a 
large family, I rarely got the chance to wear diapers. My 
mother died from cancer three year ago. I have five younger 
brothers. Tim is 12. He wets the bed very occasionally. 
Ryan is 11, and he wets quite frequently. Neither of them 
are in diapers. The twins, Joey and Russel, are eight. My 
parents tried to potty train them, but gave up quickly. 
They are in Pampers 24/7. Sammy is 4, and we never even 
tried potty training him. He is in Pampers, too.

Although you may find it unfair, Tim and Ryan both get 
spanked by my father after wetting. Luckily, I can wet the 
bed without getting spanked because my Father says I'm too 
old to be spanked.

Usually my Dad is quite kind and benevolent, although 
heavy-handed with punishment. This particular week, he went 
away on a six-day business trip, leaving me in charge of my 
brothers. He left late on Friday night. After he left, I 
put all my brothers to bed at the same time. I changed 
Joey, Russel and Sammy's diapers, wishing badly that I 
could get in them. I tucked them in, then put Ryan and Tim 
to bed. I warned them not to wet the bed, and then went to 
bed myself.

In the morning, I woke everyone up. I went to the diapered 
kids' room, re-diapered them and dressed them up. Then I 
went into the others' room. "Wakey, wakey guys!" They 
groggily opened their eyes. "I hope you haven't wet..." I 
said, lifting the covers. Underneath the covers, two boys, 
both wearing soaking boxers, atop soggy mattresses, lay 
guiltily. I sighed, and said "Strip off, and wait in here 
for me." Dad had left me strict orders to spank wherever he 
would, and so they both had to be spanked. I went into his 
room, to get the paddle. Looking at it, I decided that 
would be too harsh. I went back into their room. "I think 
you know what needs to be done. Tim first." He shuffled 
over to me, naked. I sat down on a bed, and he stretched 
over my knee, lying face down on the bed. Then I gave him 
ten whacks on the bottom. He yelped on each one. His 
bladder, not being totally empty, it released a bit onto 
the bed each time I whacked. The same process occurred when 
I spanked Ryan. I told them to get dressed, and the day 
went on as normal.

However, the two boys wet the beds three times in a row. I 
decided that I would do something Dad wouldn't. Instead of 
spanking them, I decided to buy them diapers. I got on my 
bike, and rode down to the drug store. When I got there, I 
had no idea how much of what needed to be bought. As a 
result, I came home with two packets of Goodnites, one 
package of incontinence pads, and two packages of Molicare 
Super Plus. That night, three hours before their bedtime, I 
brought them up to the younger kids' bedroom. "Your wetting 
has become a bit too... regular. So I am giving you a 
choice. You can be spanked as normal each night, regardless 
of whether or not you wet." I got protests of 'That's not 
fair!' but I shushed them. I opened the bottom drawer of 
their changing table. "It's either that or, you can wear 
these. If you wet these, I won't spank you. But you will 
have to wear them all the time."

"All the time! That's not fair!"

"It's not fair that I should have to wash your sheets every 
day. And its not fair that the others should wear diapers 
all the time, and you only at night."

"What about you? How come we all have to wear them and you 
don't"

"If you decide to be diapered, then I will have them on, 
too. The bathroom will be locked until Dad gets home."

They contemplated for a while, then finally agreed. I told 
them that they would be changed just like that younger 
kids. I therefore undressed them myself and lifted Ryan 
onto the changing table. I powdered and lotioned him really 
well. Making sure that his diaper area was totally clean, I 
taped an incontinence pad onto a Molicare, and put the 
purple diaper onto him. I lifted him off, and then brought 
a Goodnite Pull-Up over him. I repeated it with Tim, and 
then myself (which was the best feeling ever). Then we all 
marched downstairs. I announced to the whole family that 
until Dad got home, no-one would be using the bathroom. All 
pee and poop must go into diapers.

And thus began a new way of life.
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