My Nanny
	
	"It's time to get ready to go to bed", my Nanny would 
say to me every night between when I was 6 and 14 years old. 
Now, my family was not wealthy by any means; but I was born 
in 1946 and during my childhood many young women would serve 
as Nannies for room and board plus a small stipend. My 
Nanny's name was Claudine, but she insisted I call her 
"Nanny" during her eight years of service with my family. 
She was an aspiring artist during this time, and has since 
become regionally known in the midwest. I had a sister 
twelve years older than myself and a brother 2 years 
younger. I was a bedwetter, the only one in the family. This 
is the story of my growing up. My earliest recollection was 
when I was around four or five, I think. All I remember was 
the embarrassment I faced every morning with my wet bed.  My 
mother was generally understanding, but she was pressured by 
my father to "take steps" to end my "problem". I remember 
that I wore diapers and Playtex rubber pants during those 
early years. Frequently, as I grew older, the diapers and 
rubber pants could not contain my "output", and the sheets 
and mattress would get wet and soiled, and this infuriated 
my father.
	The next step in protecting my bedding was a rubber 
sheet placed under the cotton sheet. This at least protected 
the mattress. My mother would dutifully change and wash the 
sheets every morning - but soon tired of this and took her 
frustration out on me. The more she pressured me to stop 
wetting the bed, the worse it became. A good thing, though, 
was that I was not humiliated to my brother; and had a 
separate bedroom.
	When I was six, my mother started helping my father in 
his business, and hired Claudine to take care of my brother 
and I and keep the house cleaned up. One of her jobs was to 
get me to stop wetting the bed; and more particularly to 
stop needing diapers and wetting the sheets that needed to 
be washed all the time.
	Since Claudine made me call her "Nanny" I will refer to 
her by this name from now on in this story. She started out, 
as I recall, very calmly; trying to talk me into not wetting 
the bed, thinking that I must be doing it on purpose.  She 
kept this up for a couple of years, and the more I tried to 
please her, the worse it seemed to get. My mother started 
putting more pressure on her to get some improvement. One of 
the ways my improvement was measured was how many sheets had 
to be washed.
	Nanny found a way to improve this - she put the rubber 
sheet on top of the cotton sheet and made me sleep on it. I 
really hated this - the sheet was cold when you got on it in 
the winter, and was hot and sweaty to sleep on in the 
summer. But because of the output I had, often the top sheet 
and sometimes the blanket would become wet. Sometime in the 
next couple of years, she got to the point of putting a 
second rubber sheet on the bed to protect the upper bed 
clothing. I remember I had a twin sized bed when I was 
around eight years old, and these rubber sheets were so big 
that they would drape over the edges, almost as much as the 
cotton sheet and blankets, so they would do a good job of 
keeping everything dry. But during the summer they really 
got hot, so I would take all the covers, including the top 
rubber sheet, off the bed and sleep with no covers at all, 
but still laying on the bottom rubber sheet in my diapers 
and rubber pants.
	This continues for a couple of years with no 
improvement in my bedwetting. I was taken to some doctors 
who said I would outgrow it by the time I was twelve. My 
parents both would put pressure on Nanny to get their "big 
baby" out of his "rubbers" (meaning the rubber sheets, 
diapers and rubber pants).  Well, Nanny, after several 
months of pressure decided to take them off during the day, 
and make it seem like I wasn't wetting the bed. Then every 
night she would say "it's time to get ready for bed". This 
meant that I had to help her get the rubber sheets and put 
them on the bed, and then put on a diaper and rubber pants 
something I really hated - although my mother was really 
nice to me since she thought I was improving. Nanny would 
hide the diapers and wash them secretly during the day.
	Then, it happened. My mother found Nanny washing the 
diapers and demanded to know what she was doing. Nanny 
confessed that I still wet the bed, and my mother erupted in 
fury. This is when I was twelve years old.  She told Nanny 
that if she could not get me to stop wetting the bed, she 
would be fired. Now, Nanny was always nice to me and I 
became very loyal to her, and she used this loyalty and the 
threat that my bedwetting would get her fired to keep me in 
line.
	She started making me wear the rubber pants without any 
diapers, sleeping between the rubber sheets. I protested 
this more strongly during the next several months. When she 
would say "It's time to get ready for bed" I would 
procrastinate and become angry. She would ask me if I wanted 
to get her fired, and after pleading I would give in and 
help her get my bed ready and then slip on my rubber pants 
and go to bed. I started taking the rubber sheets of the 
bed, because my bedwetting was subsiding. But occasionally, 
I would wet the bed when I had taken off the rubber sheets, 
and of course the sheets got wet. One morning my mother 
found this out and blew up at Nanny and me. She told me that 
if I ever did this again, Nanny was fired.
	By this time I was just thirteen and entering puberty. 
Nanny was afraid that I would be taking the rubber sheets 
off of the bed, and she would stay in the room until I went 
to sleep. I started becoming more forceful in not wanting to 
have to wear the rubber pants and sleep on the rubber sheets 
and she continued her pressure and pleadings.
	At some point in the next few months, I would feign 
sleep, and when she left, I would get up and take off the 
rubber sheets and pants. The first time I wet the bed 
without my "rubbers", Nanny found out, and I guess luckily 
my mother did not. Well, Nanny got furious.
	She said she was not leaving my room until she knew I 
was asleep. I became very argumentative. Finally one night, 
after she got the rubber sheets on the bed, I got mad and 
yanked them off. She then told me she was going to tell my 
mother that I still wet the bed and was disobeying Nanny - a 
thought that brought fear into me. I again gave in, but this 
time Nanny decided to stay in my room until she was sure I 
was asleep. She assured this by laying in my bed until my 
breathing became regular and would then leave.
	I protested this, and would turn over on my stomach to 
hide my face. One night I started crying in frustration. 
Nanny felt sorry for me, I think, and put her hand on my 
lower back and started rocking me back and forth. I will 
never forget that night as long as I live. I got my first 
full erection as she slowly rocked me back and forth. The 
rubber sheets were getting wet with sweat, as were the 
rubber pants. The sheets started clinging to my body and 
making a rustling sound as I was rocked. The sweat in the 
rubber pants made my erection slip against the wet rubber. 
It was then, as I lay with my head buried in the rubber 
sheet, gently being rocked to and fro that I had my first 
orgasm. After this occurred, and I am sure Nanny must have 
known what happened, I quickly went to sleep, still being 
slowly rocked in my rubber cocoon.
	For whatever reason, my bedwetting stopped shortly 
thereafter. Nanny continued to make me sleep between the 
rubber sheets and wear the rubber pants for another three or 
four months, and would rock me to sleep if I would protest 
my "rubbers". Finally, Nanny got another job, and left me 
"high and dry".
	For the next six or eight years everything was fine, 
but after I got out of the service I became very insecure. I 
started to wet the bed again, and found myself longing for 
the security and protection of the rubber sheets and pants 
and diapers. The smell and feel and sound of the rubber, the 
softness of diapers.
	I finally found a source for rubber sheets and pants 
and diapers; now all I need to find is another Nanny.