Mark and me

	Hi everyone! I thought maybe I might tell you a little about
myself and about some of the things that happened to me. I been
lookin and playing around on the internet for a couple years now. I
don't usually talk or post in groups and areas like this but I thought
you might like to hear about this.

	First, let me tell you that I'm only thirteen. Oh, an my name
is Tommy. My dad took off a couple years ago. Good as far as I'm
concerned! I'm working on getting me a step-dad. Mom is so
stubborn sometimes though. Sometimes I wish she would just get
off her butt and do it, but I guess she has to move at her own pace.
I just hope that she doesn't wait too long. I'll let you in on a little
secret. I'd kinda like to have a dad.

	Anyway, mom got me this computer when my old dad left. I
learned how to use it real quick. My best friend Mark and I both
played around on the computer a lot and I know we got into a lot
of things that if mom knew about she would put a stop to it.

	Mark and I always thought that we were normal kids. We're
not weird or strange. Maybe we spend a lot of time on the
computer, but we also play baseball and soccer and like to hang out
at the park and the mall. We can't wait till we can drive. We talked
about drugs, school, girls, sex, everything. If we wanted to know
more about something, we looked it up on the computer. You
should see all the places to get pictures of naked girls!

	Mark and I would sit around in my room, talking, playing,
sometimes doing things that's none of your business. We were
normal kids! We did a lot of talking about a lot of things! We went
online to find out what maybe some other kids were thinking and
talking about too. We visited this parents group once, well, maybe
a few times, to see what other parents talked about too. What we
learned was that a lot of parents are so scared of themselves and
not doing what was "right". Geez, just be yourself!

	One thing Mark and I found about all the parents places.
They all had the same thing in common. They all had long
discussions about spanking kids as if it was the worst thing in the
world and if you spank your kid the world is going to end and your
kids will hate you and they'll be damaged forever and grow up to be
criminals. What crap! But, like everything, if used correctly, it
works.

	Mark and I talked about spanking. Neither one of us was
ever spanked for anything. I never wanted to make my mom mad
enough to get a belt and beat me. I think mom nags too much
sometimes about some things, or her favorite thing is to go,
"remember last month or last year. I told you a million times not to
do that." She'll go on forever it seems and it just makes me mad.
When I was younger sometimes I wished if she thought I was so
bad that she would just spank me and get it over with and forget it.
But no, she has to go on over and over again. Now, I just kinda
wonder what it would be like for her to put me over her knee and
spank me. I don't know if it would be punishing me or something
sexual for me. When we were alone I spanked Mark a couple times
and he spanked me. But it was never like a parent giving a naughty
child a good spanking. Mark and I talked about it.

	A while back there was no way I could ever admit this.
Mark was staying over one night. When he does, since I have this
great big bed, we both sleep in it. Anyway, we wake up in the
middle of the night because he wet the bed! What a mess! Both of
us had to put on clean dry pajamas, change the sheets and blankets.
After that we both just laid awake talking. Mark was so
embarrassed. He relaxed some when I told him that I sometimes
wet the bed too. It doesn't happen very often for either of us. It just
happens.

	After that night we decided to look around on the internet
to learn more about teens wetting the bed and how they deal with
it. We came across this group about people who like to wear
diapers. Mark and I checked it out and we talked about wearing
diapers and being treated like a baby. It sounded kinda fun. I can't
explain why. I teased Mark and told him if he didn't behave I was
going to spank him and put a diaper on him!

	So on my computer besides all the games we played, I had
all kinds of pictures and stories and other things that Mark and I
had found on the internet. I had also kind been keeping a journal of
sorts of my thoughts. I wrote a few what if kind of things down. I
wasn't too worried about mom seeing or finding anything. She
pretty much left my room alone except to yell at me regularly to
clean it up. Besides, she didn't know how to use a computer.

	Boy was I wrong!

	On the last day of school Mark and I ran home, dumped our
stuff and headed to a friends house for a party. We got home two
hours late after the party was over after stopping over at another
friends house. Saying that mom was mad is a big understatement.
She was furious. Neither of us called to let out moms know where
we were and they didn't know what to think when they called when
we were late only to find out that the party was over a long time
ago and everyone had left. 

	Mom yelled at both of us telling us that we knew better.
Somewhere in all her scolding she told us that we wouldn't have to
wonder about getting a spanking any more. She sent me to my
room and sent Mark home.

	It didn't hit me till I got to my room and was sitting on my
bed pouting what mom had said. Mom was going to give me a
spanking and she had said that we wouldn't have to wonder about it
anymore! The only way she could have know about that was if she
was in my computer.

	I rushed over to the computer and turned it on. What all had
she seen? My heart was racing. I was both worried and ashamed,
yet in a strange way relieved. The password for my journal was
gone! I tired to open a couple of the stories and all I got was access
denied! Oh NO! I tried to open some of the pictures I had. Every
one I tried to open the screen flashed "error! File not found!"

	I didn't hear mom come up behind me. She grabbed me by
the ear and pulled me up out of the seat. Spinning the chair around
she sat down where a second ago I had been sitting. It was only like
a  second and she had pulled my pants down and had put me over
her knee. She scolded me about being late and then told me that she
had censored my computer. Then she spanked me with her hand
until I was crying like a two year old! By the time she was done I
had no doubts! I knew what it was like to get a spanking from her
and I didn't like it and didn't want another ever again!

	Mom stood me up and pulled my pants up. Holding me by
the arm she dragged me over to Marks house. It was obvious that
Mark had gotten the same treatment I had gotten. He was standing
in the corner in his living room with his pants down and a very red
butt. Mom stuck me in another corner and pulled my pants back
down too.

	My mom and Mark's mom sat talking but we couldn't hear
what they were talking about. After about 20 minutes we were both
taken and bent over the dining room table. Mark's mom spanked
him four times with a paddle while my mom spanked me four times
with a huge leather belt. Then they switched places and Mark's
mom paddled me while mom strapped Mark. We were both
howling in pain and crying hard again.

	We were both put in our corners again and told if we ever
thought about being late again without calling that we would get it
ten times worse than we did tonight! When we stopped crying we
were both sent to Marks room and sent to bed. I would be spending
the night there.

	Mark and me tearfully compared our burning behinds. We
eventually sobbed ourselves to sleep. Not till after Mark's mom
came in and paddled both of us some more for talking too much
noise and not going to sleep. Before we fell asleep I heard mom and
Mark's mom leave. We found out in the morning where they went
and what they were up to. 

	When we woke up we were in for a few surprises. Marks
and I were standing there rubbing our behinds and seeing how red
they still were when our moms walked in. We quickly pulled our
underpants up. Before we could pull our jeans on though we were
taken by the arm and led over to my house.

	Mom told us that from now on there would be a few
changes around here. I saw one as soon as we were taken into my
house. My computer had been moved from my room to the living
room. We were taken to mom's bedroom and laid down on her bed
on our backs with our feet on the floor. Our underpants were
quickly removed. We were begging our moms not to spank us
anymore and promising to be good.

	We were not spanked. We were diapered! Our hands were
slapped back out of the way and when we tried to protest, we had a
pacifier stuck in our mouths and strapped in so we couldn't spit it
out.

	Our moms explained to us that how long we were in diapers
was up to us. It depended on how we behaved and how much
trouble we gave them. Since we had behaved like little boys we
would be treated like little boys. For now we were sentenced  to
wearing diapers and being treated like babies for a week. When we
nodded our agreement that we would not argue, the pacifiers were
removed from our mouths and the straps were loosened so they
hung around our necks. This was not how we had planned to spend
our first day of summer vacation!

	Our mommy's hugged us and then took us down to the
kitchen where we were put in high chairs! We were strapped in and
trays were fastened into place in front of us. Our mommy's fed us!
We were not allowed to feed ourselves! They made us drink from a
little kids training cup. Then they washed our faces and took us to
the play room.

	We were both put into jumpers. The kind you usually hang
in like a doorway for a little baby to bounce in. They were attached
to the ceiling in the middle of the room. We could bounce around
the room a little but just sitting in them our feet barely touched the
floor. To make matters worse, mom had the video camera going so
she could save it all on tape. We were both given a bottle of juice
and told to play quietly.Mark and me Part 2
	Me and Mark had no choice. We bounced around a little
and tried to play. Mom had tuned some cartoons on the TV but
neither of us were very interested in watching. We teased each
other about drinking from a baby bottle. We both forgot about the
video tape! After a dare and a double dare we were both just
swinging and drinking our bottles of juice. We were just laughing
and playing around.

	After a while it wasn't funny. I yelled for mom and told her I
had to go to the bathroom. Mom yelled back to me that she was
busy and I'd just have to use my diaper. That's what they were there
for anyway. I yelled to mommy that I couldn't. It would stink too
much and I can't just sit around in my poop! Mom told me to use
my diaper. Mark told me that he peed his diaper almost as soon as
we were put in here. I couldn't hold it any more. I peed and pooped
in my diaper. Then began crying. I didn't want this. Mark started
laughing a little and calling me baby Tommy. Then he reminded me
that it was all caught on tape!

	Mommy had finished doing what she was busy doing.
Almost right after I messed my diaper. Mommy took me out of my
jumper and laid me down right there on the floor. She took my
messy diaper off of me and cleaned me up. She washed me off all
over with baby wipes. Then she took some Vaseline and smeared it
all over my butt and penis. She put a clean diaper on me. It felt
kinda good. Mommy taking care of me like this. I mean, I wasn't a
baby but I liked mommy taking care of me. I didn't give her any
trouble when she was diapering me.

	When mom got done with me, she left me laying there and
changed Mark's diaper too. When she was done with Mark, she
took us by the hand and told us that we were going to go play out
in the back yard. Mom and Mark's mom had put up a fence around
my old sandbox. It looked almost like a big playpen! Mark and I
were still only wearing a T-shirt and out clean dry diapers. Mom
told us that we were to play there and not to leave the fenced area.
If we did we would get spanked so hard! Even if one of us left,
both of us would get our bare butts blistered!

	Mark and I played around in the sand with our old trucks
and tractors. Building roads and just playing. I couldn't believe it.
Mark wet his diaper again. We talked a little bit about being put in
diapers. Mark really liked it. Me, Tommy, it bothered me if anyone
would see us and make fun of us. I liked mom to take care of me
but I was not a baby!

	Mark's mom came out and got us to take us in for lunch.
We were all full of sand and dirt. When we got near the back door,
but still out in plain sight of anyone looking over the fence. We had
our shirts and diapers stripped off of us so we were standing there
naked. We were hosed off and washed off. Then we were towel
dried and with a smack to our bare bottoms we were sent into the
playroom to lay down and wait to be diapered.

	As we were being diapered by Mark's mom she teased both
of us as she powdered us. She said that we both looked like we
really enjoyed being taken care of like this. All diapered again we
were put in our high chairs for lunch. We were given little cut up
pieces of hotdogs and chips along with some juice in out non-spill
cups.

	I really hated what happened after lunch. We had our hands
and faces washed like little babies. No, I didn't like it. I liked being
taken care of but some things I can do myself. But that isn't the
worst. Marks and me, we're thirteen years old! We were being "put
down" for an afternoon NAP!

	We were both taken crying and arguing to my bedroom to
be put to bed. It got worse when I saw my room. All my posters
and everything was taken down off the walls. My bed was gone!
Pictures of balloons and clowns had been put up and there was
TWO big baby cribs where my bed should be. On the dresser there
was stacks of diapers and baby powder. My bedroom had been
turned into my NURSERY!

	Crying and fighting Mark and me was put into separate
cribs. The top was covered and mom pulled up the side rail so there
was no way I could get out. We were both scolded and told that we
would not be allowed out of our crib until after we had taken a nap.
Our moms left us crying and closed the nursery door when they left.Subj:	Tommy's Story
Date:	96-06-26 23:45:50 EDT
From:	mrburk@pinn.net (Michael R Burk)
To:	CBohorfous@aol.com

The two little boys, Tommy and Mark, pouted and cried
themselves to sleep to take their afternoon nap. They were both
kinda mad. Thirteen year old boys being treated like babies and
having to take a nap! They eventually cried themselves to sleep, but
only after got himself another hard spanking for trying to break out
of his crib.

	Tommy woke up first. He had to pee real bad. He called for
mommy and when she didn't come right away, he wet his diaper
and went back to sleep after sucking on his bottle of juice for a
while. He woke up again when his mommy was changing him. She
already had his diaper off and was washing him off with some baby
wipes. When he was all diapered again his mommy sent him to go
sit and play in the playroom while she got Mark changed.

	Mark and Tommy were given some baby cookies and a
bottle of milk to eat and drink while they played. The boys spent
the afternoon playing with leggos.  They were both happy when
mommy decided that she wasn't going to cook dinner. Mommy
took both boys out to the car. They were both embarrassed and
didn't want anyone to see that all they were wearing was a diaper. 
They were strapped into baby car seats. Mom was happy she
thought about that. At least she didn't have to worry about them
jumping around in the car like they usually did.

	They drove to McDonalds where they got dinner. The two
boys were a little worried at first. Mom had pulled in and parked
and they thought that they were going to have to go in like that!
But mom went through the drive through and got the boys a happy
meal. On the way home. mom got stopped by a traffic officer. 
When he saw the two boys he laughed a little and commented that
they looked too old to be babies and in diapers. Mom explained to
him that the two boys had been really naughty and behaving like
babies so they were being punished by being treated like babies.
The officer thought it was a good idea and said he may try that with
his son! He let mom off with a warning and told her that it was a
good thing that the two babies were properly restrained in their car
seats.

	When they got home, the boys were put into their high
chairs and allowed to feed themselves. As the boys ate, they
listened to their moms talking about going out later in the week and
discussing who they could get to baby sit their two baby boys. They
talked about asking Karen. She was one of the girls that lived close
by. She was fourteen and sometimes hung out with the boys. From
the look on Tommy's and Mark's face, they were horrified at the
thought of that! A girl their age! Baby-sitting them! Changing their
diapers! NO WAY! Every kid in the neighborhood would be
laughing at them!

	After dinner the boys got their hands and faces washed off
again and were put out back to play for a little while. Just a short
while though before they were brought back in and put into their
jumpers again so mom wouldn't have to watch them so closely.

	Mark's mom took Tommy first and gave him a bath. She let
him play around in the tub for a little bit before she scrubbed him all
over. When he was all dried off he was taken naked from the
bathroom to the nursery where his mom laid him down on the
changing table and rubbed baby powder all over him and tickled
and played with him some before she diapered him.

	Mark got the same treatment. With both boys diapered, they
were dressed in baby sleepers. One piece pajamas with feet on
them. The two moms then held their sons on their laps and laid
them back in their arms so they could hold a bottle of milk for the
boy to drink as they rocked in the rocking chair. The two little boys
were read a story. Before they realized what was going on, they
were being put into their cribs for the night. It was only eight!

	Both Tommy and Mark felt so good from being given a
bath and from being held by their mommy and read a story, they
didn't put up any fuss about going to bed so early. They went right
to sleep. That was good because they had another big day ahead of
them tomorrow!



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Even though the boys went to bed so early, they both slept
through the night. Their moms came in to get them up and change
them early in the morning. Mark looked so cute laying there in his
crib. He was laying on his back and had his legs spread as far as
they could be. His arms all stretched out, he slept with his baby
bottle hanging out of his mouth. Occasionally he would suck on it.

	It was hard to tell if Tommy was sleeping comfortably. He
must have been because he was sleeping! Tommy was face down in
his crib and he had his knees curled up underneath him. His butt
was stuck up high into the air.

	The mom's woke their sons up gently and changed the boys
wet diapers. They were lucky, they even had a T-shirt pulled on
them over their heads! Marks had little cowboys all over it and
Tommy's had clowns. The boys even had some shorts put on them.
The shorts were way to small to hide the fact that they were in
diapers, but at least they got to wear more than just a diaper.

	With the boys all dressed, Their moms took them out for a
morning walk. They were put into these two large strollers. The
moms made sure that they were strapped in so they couldn't climb
out of slip down. There was a strap that went around their waist
and came up between their legs. The back of the stroller was let
down some so that the boys could lay back and enjoy their morning
stroll. With a bottle stuck in their mouths, they began a walk
around the block.

	The sun was just coming up and there were not too many
people up yet. An occasional parent out picking up the morning
paper stopped to say good morning and to comment on the two
cute little boys.

	The boys were brought home and fed their breakfast. That's
kind of how their week went. They were treated as babies. Tommy
decided he didn't like it all that much. He wanted to be a big boy.
Unfortunately, Tommy developed a medical problem which would
require him to wear diapers forever. Everyone who knew him
understood and didn't tease him about it. They knew he was not a
baby. He did like to sleep in his crib once in a while though, and
when he was naughty, along with getting a good spanking, he was
treated like a naughty little boy for a  while till he learned to
behave.

	Mark was a bit of a surprise. He really liked to be treated
like a baby and he was quite the show off! He like to go out and
play in just a diaper and he didn't mind if he had to have his wet
diaper changed in public or in front of all his friends. When Mark
was naughty, his parents had to resort to using a strap on his bare
behind and sending him to bed early. Mark was such a cute, big,
baby boy!




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