JUST ANOTHER DIAPER DAY Disclaimer The following is a non-fictional story. It basically describes the events of me and my two sons on a normal day. This day just happens to be yesterday. If Anyone likes it, I may post more true stories about my sons. Mike my older son is 14, and Tommy my adopted son, is 7.This story is told from Mike's point of view, just because it flows better that way. All comments welcome. I pound on my clock like I do every morning, to get that damn buzzing to stop. How come they can't make a toy I can't brake, but I can beat on that damn clock forever and it just won't break? Pushing the covers off of me, I slide my hand in my diaper. "Damn, wet again" Sure I should be used to it by now, but it still sucks. Sitting up in bed, I rub the sleep from my eyes, as I try to gather my thoughts. My mom comes in to make sure I'm up, and asks how I am. Having not found my voice yet for the morning, I simply grunt, which says more than words ever could. When she asks if I am wet, I only nod with a disgusted look on my face. Sitting down on the bed with me, she gives me a big hug, and tells me it's okay, and nothing to be ashamed of. My mom lets me go, and has me lay back down, so she can take off my wet diaper. With it off she tells me to go shower, so I don't smell "nasty" all day. Playing the radio while I shower, I do a great job of butchering the song playing with my poor attempt at early morning singing. My mom comes in and calls out "Mikey, What kind of underpants should I put out for you?" Having had several accidents yesterday, and knowing I am going out today, I elect to wear a diaper today to prevent embarrassment. I finish my shower, and dry myself as best as possible before wrapping the towel around me, and heading back to my room. On my way down the hall I pass my younger brother who manages to grab my towel when I wasn't paying attention, and runs down the hall with it. Naked, cold and a little wet, I chase after him, downstairs, and finally catch up to him in the living room. I wrestle him to the ground and tickle him until he is in tears from laughing so hard. Finally I let him up and take my towel back and head back upstairs to my room. I get to my room, and find mom as always picking up my mess from the day before, on my bed are the clothes my mom had laid out for me. Loose fit jeans (to hide the diaper bulge) a Bugs bunny T-shirt, socks, a belt, a diaper, and..... I start to panic as I see the paddle laying on my bed "Mom?, What I do, I didn't do anything, I swear it" My mom comes over and comforts me "I know honey, calm down, it's for your brother, I found a note from his teacher in his dresser he didn't give me." "Oh...But it's August, there is no school?" "I know, that's why he's in trouble, it's dated June 10th" I relax knowing that it's not me getting the paddle this time, although I have earned more than my share in the past. Laying back down on the bed, my mom unfolds the disposable diaper she had left out. "honey, turn over for a second, I want to make sure the rash on your bum is gone." As requested I roll over on to my tummy, and mom starts to playfully spank me while saying "That sounded like a guilty boy trying to avoid a spanking but it didn't work did it?" I pretend to cry and before long the spanking turns to tickling and I now am the one in tears of laughter. My mom stops and goes back to diapering me. With my diaper on, I get up and get dressed, and go downstairs with my mom to have breakfast. We get downstairs and find Tommy already sitting at the table waiting for breakfast. "Well eat in just a minute Tommy first I have to take care of a paddling." Tommy smiles and giggles thinking it's me that's going to get it, until mom takes his hand and pulls him over to an empty chair, where she sits down. Pulling out the note, and showing it to Tommy she informs him of the spanking he is about to get. "I think twenty for making your teacher mad and another twenty for not giving it to me." FORTY with the paddle, wow that's more than I have ever gotten at one time. Tommy starts to cry and goes into his infantile begging and pleading. Something I never do, once I know what I did wrong, I usually just take it like a man, sure I cry from the pain, but you won't see me begging. Mom unbuckles Tommy's belt, unzips his jeans, and pulls them down below his knees. "Because you are getting so many, the first ten will be given with your underpants on to warm you up" She pulls Tommy over her lap, and positions him as desired, and immediately starts the spanking. The first ten delivered she lets Tommy up, who is already screaming and crying. As she goes to lower his underpants he turns and tries to get away, only making it one step before tripping on his pants around his ankles, and dropping to the floor. "Okay, Now your in trouble" she says as she picks him up and carries him to the living room. I followed behind them knowing that I would be needed to help. Mom put Tommy down by the couch and positions him bent over the side. I get on the couch and grab his wrists to hold him in place. Mom thanks me for knowing what to do, and scolds Tommy for making this necessary again. She informs us both that Tommy will now get 40 more, instead of the thirty he had left and she yanks his underpants down. Tommy kicks the couch, and tries to pull his arms free as the spanking is delivered, but he can't get away, half way through, he gives up the fight and just stays still sobbing into the couch cushion. My mother stopped at thirty, winks at me and says "Okay that's forty, go to your room until you calm down." Tommy pulls up his underpants and jeans and runs to his room slamming the door behind him. "How came you stopped at thirty mom?" "Because, he learned his lesson, he stopped fighting and accepted his punishment, I don't want to hurt you guys when I have to punish you, I love you to much, but it's my job to teach you both to behave." Her words reminded me just how much she loves me and I got up and hugged her, she hugged me back, and we sat and watched television, deciding to wait until Tommy came back down to have breakfast. When Tommy returned from his room we sat down to have breakfast, he had calmed down, but his fidgeting told us his but hurt still. The rest of the morning went as usually, we sat and ate and talked about what we all had planned for the day. Tommy was going to his friends house, and they were going to go to the amusement park. Me and Mom are going shopping for back to school stuff, and then going to lunch. We finish breakfast and get in the car. We drive the short distance to Tommy's friends house, and drop him off, and then head to the mall. Two hours and three hundred dollars later we had gotten most of the clothes I would need to go back to school, and it was getting close to lunch time. "Are you okay honey?" My mom asked. I knew what she meant and told her I wasn't. "Okay, well take care of that right now." We went through the food court to the restrooms and mom and I went in the ladies room to get me changed. Much to my surprise, no one really seemed to care that I was in there since I was with my mom. It was the best place to change me, for some reason I don't know, every ladies room has a couch in it. The men's room doesn't have a couch, just a cool balloon dispenser mom says I can't buy any of. I laid down on the couch and mom changed me as other mall shoppers came in and out, all looking to see why a boy my age needed to be diapered. They didn't bother me really, I only hate it when a girl my age comes in, but none did today, thank god. Now dry, mom tosses my wet diaper in the trash, washes her hand and we head out of the mall to go to lunch. We got in the car, and mom buckled my seat belt, and we drove across town to my favorite restaurant. Sure the pizza is greasy and the coke is watered down, but no one really goes there for the food. They have tons of games to play, and I like that. After devouring half the pizza, and a third of the pitcher of coke, mom hands me a pile of coins, to go play the games with. I was playing MK2 when I first noticed I had to pee, but I was doing good, and wasn't abut to stop to go potty. I held it as along as I could, but soon, just as I was ripping the spine off my opponent, I wet my diaper. It felt weird wetting my diaper and no one noticing, but I didn't care, I just kept on playing. When I ran out of quarters, I went back to our table and had another slice of pizza, and some coke. "Honey, we need to get you changed before we leave" I couldn't figure out how she knew I was wet already, and I guess she knew I was thinking "Oh, come on, I saw you doing the little boy rain dance over there, you must be wet" I told her I was, but asked that we wait till we get home to change me, since there are so many kids here. She agreed, and I had some more coke, and we left. When we got home, mom changed me, and I sat down to watch TV while she did the laundry and started dinner. Tommy came home around 4 and joined me in front of the TV, and we watched Animaniacs together. When that show was over, mighty morphin jack-asses (or something like that) came on, I hate that show, but Tommy loves it, I tried to change the channel, but Tommy was whining, so I got up and said "fine watch your damn show" I didn't mean to say damn, it just came out, I didn't think mom heard me, but just in case I decided to admit to it, so she would go easy on me. "Mom I said a bad word" My mother surprised said "You did, what word?" I guess she didn't hear me, but I'm still glad I told her, I don't like to hide stuff from mom. "I said DARN" She told me that DARN wasn't a bad word and I had to explain (without saying it) what I had said. When she understood she sat me down at the kitchen table and told me how naughty it is to say words like that, but how proud she is of me for telling her. "You do have to be punished, but I'm going to give you a choice for being honest with me, you can either go to bed right now, for the rest of the night, or I'll give you a spanking and well forget it happened." I elected for the spanking cause I didn't want to go to bed already. It was a light spanking and I didn't even cry, I don't think mom was trying to make it hurt at all. When it was done, I thanked her (actually did!) and went to my room, to watch my TV. A few minutes later mom called me down for dinner, and we sat together and ate our chicken and talked about what we had done all day, mom of course knew what I had done all day, cause she was with me, so we listened to Tommy tell us about every single ride at the amusement park. After dinner we watched a movie together, and when it was over Tommy was sent to bed. He's younger so I get to stay up later (a whole hour). "mom can I have a bath?" I had started bathing myself when I was 6, and now, getting a bath from mom, was like a special treat, it felt so good to just lay in the tub, while mommy washed me, and we would talk about anything that came to mind.' Sure honey, I'll start the water." I had a nice long bath, and when we were done, mom dried me off, and put a clean diaper on me for the night, it was still 20 minutes till my bedtime, but I let mom put me in bed anyway. I was tired, and felt real relaxed, so why not go to sleep. I kissed mom and rolled over to go to sleep. Yeah, it was just another diaper day. The End