From:  (The ABZ Services)
Subject: ~Story: Little Boy blue Part One
Date: Fri, 02 Aug 1996 04:45:22 GMT

Little Boy Blue

c1996 The ABZ Services. This story may be freely distributed 
in this, it's original unedited version, under the condition 
that this copyright notice remains intact and that it be 
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	Growing up I was almost always in diapers at night.  I 
was a chronic bedwetter until I was twelve, and when I 
finally stopped my mother refused to let me stop wearing 
diapers to bed, because she was sure I would start wetting 
again. 
	One day when I was fourteen, I begged and pleaded with 
my mom to end my night diapers. I had been dry for two years 
and wanted so bad to go camping with my friends. She 
answered my begging with "Well little bedwetters don't get 
to go camping" Again I begged and pleaded with her until I 
was in tears, I couldn't believe how mean she was being. I 
know she hated my bedwetting, but I hadn't done it two years 
now, I had grown up, Even if I wasn't acting like it now, 
crying and screaming. Finally completely frustrated I just 
yelled out "I HATE YOU!" and stormed off to my room, 
slamming the door behind me. 
	I hoped onto my bed and buried my face into my pillow 
as I continued to cry and whine to myself about how no one 
loved me and how I should just run away. I cried and cried, 
until I had no tears left to cry and slowly calmed down. I 
rolled over and laid back, my hands folded behind my head 
starring at the ceiling. 
	A little while later there was a soft knock on my door. 
My mom slowly opened my door and walked in and over to me. 
She sat down on the edge of my bed and rubbed my stomach. 
"Have we calmed down now?" She asked. I shook my head yes. 
"Good, then you can follow me upstairs now" I sat straight 
up in bed "to-to-too the guest room?" I stuttered nervously. 
"Yes young man, now follow me." 
	"Please mommy, I'm sorry, you know I don't hate you, 
please don't spank me!" I started to cry again, knowing that 
the only reason for me to go to the guest room was to be 
spanked. It was no use though, she took my hand and gently 
pulled me out of bed. Once I was on my feet I gave in and 
stopped my begging. I walked ahead of her to the attic, 
which had been converted into storage areas and a guest 
room. 
	I watched, trembling, as she took the leather belt down 
from it's hook. My hands shaking I pushed my pants and 
underpants down to my ankles and stepped out of them. 
Wearing only my pocket T-shirt I bent over the end of the 
guest bed and waited for my punishment. I shivered as I felt 
my moms soft hands pushing my T-shirt up my back fully 
exposing my tender backside. 
	She folded the belt over and tapped it against her hand 
a few times before taking the first hard full swing at my 
backside. I jumped up from the sting, but quickly got back 
into position to avoid any extra licks. Nine licks later I 
was laying bent over the bed, sobbing and swearing to 
behave. 
	Mom put the belt down and pulled me up so I was laying 
all the way on the bed, and helped me to roll over, not that 
I wanted to lay on my now very sore bum. She pulled my T-
shirt down, covering my private area, and told me to lay 
still for a few minutes. 
	I laid there and got control of myself as I listened to 
her rummaging around in the storage area. A few minutes 
later she came back with a box labeled "Jenn's clothes" Jenn 
is my older sister who was off at collage. "What you got 
Jenn's stuff out for mommy?" I asked trying to sound sweet 
and loving. " Well you may have proven you can keep a bed 
dry, but you also proved you are still going to act like a 
baby. I am getting out your sisters thicker diapers and 
rubber panties." I started to whine a little, but stopped 
when she reached for the belt again. 
	I sobbed quietly as she unfolded a thick eight layer 
powder blue cloth diaper and spread it out between my legs. 
"Lift up please" My mom instructed as she slid the cloth 
under my bum. I looked away from her as I felt her pinning 
the sides of the diaper. 
	I shivered again as the cool rubber pants were slid up 
my legs, over my things and eventually over my diapers. She 
let the waist band go with a loud "SNAP" fitting snug over 
my diapers. "Stand up please" she said, and I turned back to 
face her. She was holding out a blue one piece romper with 
snaps in the crotch. I started to cry openly, but did not 
argue as she pulled it over my head and fastened the snaps 
under my diapers. "There now, Don't you look cute, My little 
Boy blue" Mom said as she smiled and guided me toward the 
full length mirror. 
	My eyes went wide as I looked at my reflection. The 
thick padding in my crotch and around my bum in addition to 
the loose fitting romper, I really looked like a little boy. 
Mom led me downstairs and left me to play in the living 
room. 
	I sat in my super thick diapers, which provided 
surprising comfort in my well whipped condition. I sat on 
the floor and played Nintendo until my dad got home. Dad 
went right to the kitchen to eat, and Mom called me in 
shortly after. Dad looked right at me but before he could 
speak mom explained "Jason is being punished for acting like 
a little baby, but we are not going to discuss that now" and 
that was it, mom had spoken. Nothing was said about my 
clothes. We ate our dinner together and then dad and me did 
the dishes. 
	After dinner mom ordered me to go take my bath "It's 
only 6:30 mom!" I whined. "Yes I know, and that means you 
only have thirty minutes to get bathed and be put to bed." I 
stomped my feet all the way to the bathroom, pissed that I 
had to go to bed early in addition to these clothes she was 
making me wear.......Wait, did she say I had to BE 
bathed????  

To Be continued....maybe.