From: (DaddyJack)
Subject: PP Punishment
Date: 12 Sep 1996 20:18:28 GMT

I really wasn't going to post this publicly, but I have had 
SO many requests this seems like the only way to answer all 
of them efficiently. Please pardon my grammar and typos, but 
it is the message that everyone seems to care about.

The following descriptions might be considered a form of 
child abuse in this day and age (I consider it as such 
personally) so if any of this bothers you, bail out now.  
The following is TRUE whether you chose to believe it or 
not. I know it was true because I was there, and I  
experienced much of it first hand.

Plastic Pants Punishment
 
	Almost all the boys on my father's side of the family 
are bedwetters; we believe it to be a genetic thing. Though 
no doctor has ever found a concrete physical defect in our 
boys, most of them wet their beds nightly until about ages 
11 to 13. 
	This has been the situation in our family for 
generations as far back as anyone can remember. Waterproof 
pants have been a staple for our boys going all the way back 
to our ancestors in Ireland, back when such "protection 
pants" were first imported from England. 
	Back in the early 1950's, I was the first born of my 
generation. My father was the oldest son of HIS generation 
and my family was very pleased when I toilet trained easily 
by age 3. I seldom wet the bed by then, but began wetting 
shortly after entering Kindergarten at age 5. My parents 
tried all the usual things parents do, like limiting liquids 
before bedtime, waking me up in the middle of the night to 
urinate, all that stuff. None of it worked however. It was 
just a "genetic thing" coupled with the stress of entering 
school, though people didn't understand such stuff back 
then. 
	Because I had been dry for a year prior to this, my 
parents felt that I could stop wetting IF I wanted to. They 
had the whole issue on a moral basis and tried to convince 
me that my wetting was very "babyish" and that "people that 
act like babies need to be TREATED like babies, a philosophy 
that, judging by the enormous amount of replies I've 
received, I suspect many here are sadly experienced with. 
That was the rational behind putting me back into plastic 
pants at the age of 5, I was "acting like a baby" in the 
eyes of my parents. 
	This was PUNISHMENT and there was no mistaking the 
fact. The rule was, if I had wet the bed the night before, I 
would be "on punishment" for the next 24 hours. This became 
an almost daily ritual for me, and others in my family. For 
me, it lasted almost until age 14. 
	Disposable diapers had not been invented yet and my 
mother didn't want to do the "diaper service thing" that she 
USED to with me, so she used to use big thick training pants 
on me at first. Every morning, she would come in and check 
my training pants, two or 3 pairs usually, under my Playtex 
RUBBER pants. If they were wet, which they almost always 
were, I would be taken down the hall to the bathroom. Mother 
would draw a bath for me as I slowly peeled off what she 
called my "pissy pants" and out them in the bathroom sink to 
soak in hot soapy water along with my rubber pants. 
	After finishing a quick bath (we didn't have a shower 
in those days) my task was to wash and wring out the 
training and rubber pants in the sink. Still naked, I would 
present them to my mother for inspection, she would then 
hold open a pair of boys briefs for me to step into and help 
me get dressed. I always had to tuck my tee-shirt into my 
briefs before she would put a fresh pair of rubber pants on 
me over the briefs. Then, dressed only in a tee shirt socks 
briefs and the rubber pants, my next task would be to carry 
a kitchen chair out onto the back porch with the wet clothes 
from the night before on top of it. Once outside like this, 
I used the chair to stand on while I hung my wet training 
and rubber pants out on the clothes line to dry, and for all 
to see. My parents felt this would help me to "take 
responsibility" for my babyish behavior; I found that it 
provided daily public humiliation and eventually turned my 
life into a freak show of neighborhood shame. 
	After hanging my bed clothes out to dry, my mother 
helped me complete dressing for school. Of I went wearing 
rubber pants under my school (dress) pants and over my 
briefs. All day long I could feel the rubber pants 
stretching as I moved and played with the other kids, 
constantly reminding me that I was a bedwetter and a big 
BABY underneath my pants. I also spent a good deal of time 
making sure my dress shirt  remained tucked into my pants. 
	Where I went to school, the little kids would make fun 
of each other if their underwear showed. Often times a kid 
would bend over and the waistband of his briefs would show 
above his pants. At that point one of the kids would point 
and they all would chant "I see London, I see France; I see 
(your name's) UNDERPANTS!" and laugh. 
	Well one day it finally happened to me. I was playing 
with the building blocks on the floor when everyone around 
me suddenly chanted "I see London, I see France; I see 
Johnny's RUBBER pants!" I was never so humiliated in my 
entire short life :( 
	But THAT was only Kindergarten. My younger relatives, 
those that HAD been born, were not yet old enough to 
experience what would become known as PP Punishment once 
rubber pants got replaced by plastic ones. I, on the other 
hand, still had SEVEN more years of daily shame and 
humiliation to go! 
	
TO BE CONTINUED   (possibly - tell me)