WEEK WITH MY BROTHERS I am a 15 year old DL, and my name is James. Living in a large family, I rarely got the chance to wear diapers. My mother died from cancer three year ago. I have five younger brothers. Tim is 12. He wets the bed very occasionally. Ryan is 11, and he wets quite frequently. Neither of them are in diapers. The twins, Joey and Russel, are eight. My parents tried to potty train them, but gave up quickly. They are in Pampers 24/7. Sammy is 4, and we never even tried potty training him. He is in Pampers, too. Although you may find it unfair, Tim and Ryan both get spanked by my father after wetting. Luckily, I can wet the bed without getting spanked because my Father says I'm too old to be spanked. Usually my Dad is quite kind and benevolent, although heavy-handed with punishment. This particular week, he went away on a six-day business trip, leaving me in charge of my brothers. He left late on Friday night. After he left, I put all my brothers to bed at the same time. I changed Joey, Russel and Sammy's diapers, wishing badly that I could get in them. I tucked them in, then put Ryan and Tim to bed. I warned them not to wet the bed, and then went to bed myself. In the morning, I woke everyone up. I went to the diapered kids' room, re-diapered them and dressed them up. Then I went into the others' room. "Wakey, wakey guys!" They groggily opened their eyes. "I hope you haven't wet..." I said, lifting the covers. Underneath the covers, two boys, both wearing soaking boxers, atop soggy mattresses, lay guiltily. I sighed, and said "Strip off, and wait in here for me." Dad had left me strict orders to spank wherever he would, and so they both had to be spanked. I went into his room, to get the paddle. Looking at it, I decided that would be too harsh. I went back into their room. "I think you know what needs to be done. Tim first." He shuffled over to me, naked. I sat down on a bed, and he stretched over my knee, lying face down on the bed. Then I gave him ten whacks on the bottom. He yelped on each one. His bladder, not being totally empty, it released a bit onto the bed each time I whacked. The same process occurred when I spanked Ryan. I told them to get dressed, and the day went on as normal. However, the two boys wet the beds three times in a row. I decided that I would do something Dad wouldn't. Instead of spanking them, I decided to buy them diapers. I got on my bike, and rode down to the drug store. When I got there, I had no idea how much of what needed to be bought. As a result, I came home with two packets of Goodnites, one package of incontinence pads, and two packages of Molicare Super Plus. That night, three hours before their bedtime, I brought them up to the younger kids' bedroom. "Your wetting has become a bit too... regular. So I am giving you a choice. You can be spanked as normal each night, regardless of whether or not you wet." I got protests of 'That's not fair!' but I shushed them. I opened the bottom drawer of their changing table. "It's either that or, you can wear these. If you wet these, I won't spank you. But you will have to wear them all the time." "All the time! That's not fair!" "It's not fair that I should have to wash your sheets every day. And its not fair that the others should wear diapers all the time, and you only at night." "What about you? How come we all have to wear them and you don't" "If you decide to be diapered, then I will have them on, too. The bathroom will be locked until Dad gets home." They contemplated for a while, then finally agreed. I told them that they would be changed just like that younger kids. I therefore undressed them myself and lifted Ryan onto the changing table. I powdered and lotioned him really well. Making sure that his diaper area was totally clean, I taped an incontinence pad onto a Molicare, and put the purple diaper onto him. I lifted him off, and then brought a Goodnite Pull-Up over him. I repeated it with Tim, and then myself (which was the best feeling ever). Then we all marched downstairs. I announced to the whole family that until Dad got home, no-one would be using the bathroom. All pee and poop must go into diapers. And thus began a new way of life. *********************************************************** If you like this story, I can continue it if you want.