The
Adventures of the “New” Pajama Sam
Chapter
1 – The Birth of an Idea
Hi, my name is Tara. I’m 15 years old and I have a 12-year-old stepbrother, Samuel, who is sooo weird. He wets the bed every single night. My parents have taken him to the Doctor and the Doctor ran all kinds of tests on him and could not find anything physically wrong with him that would cause him to wet the bed. The only thing we can figure out is that he must somehow like wetting the bed and wearing a diaper. It is soooo embarrassing to have a little brother who wets the bed (on purpose!). Well this year I got even with him.
It all started a couple of weeks before Halloween when I was in the local Target Department store. They had started putting out their winter clothes and I noticed in the Girls section they had really large pairs of footed pajamas. I went over to investigate further and sure enough they had the one-piece blanket sleepers like babies wear all the way up to a size XL (14-16). I laughed out loud as I tried to imagine myself, or any of my friends for that matter, wearing a pair of those gawd-awful “baby” pajamas with the hideous little feet in them. That would be like total humiliation! As I stood there wondering to myself who in the world would ever buy a pair of those ridiculous looking pajamas and who in their right mind would ever wear such a childish pair of pajamas, I then immediately thought about my brother Sam. Without a second’s hesitation I left the Girls Department and headed straight over to the Boys Department. I quickly went up and down the aisles looking for the pajamas. As I turned the corner there they were! My heart was pounding a hundred miles an hour inside of me as I approached the rack. Once again they had footed blanket sleepers all the way up to a size XL for boys too. They had a red pair with footballs and soccer balls and hockey sticks; they had a blue pair with space ships all over them, but the pair that caught my eye that day was a black pair with neon green and red racecars all over it. It also had red-checkered flags and had the word RACECAR written all over it in the same neon green as the green racecars. As I pulled the pajamas out of the rack to examine them more closely I noticed that they had red soles on the bottom of the feet. I thought to myself how cute and juvenile those red feet looked. I couldn’t believe how excited I got as I stood there and tried to imagine my bratty little brother wearing those pajamas. He would look so cute and babyish and he would be soooo humiliated and embarrassed. I examined the size charts and Sam fell right in between the Large size 10-12 and the Extra-Large size 14-16. I must have stood there looking at those pajamas for at least five minutes. If anybody was watching they would have probably have thought that I had lost my mind. Finally I put the blanket sleeper back on the rack and left the store.
Back home in my room, I kept thinking about those oh so cute footed pajamas. There had to be way where I could make Sam have to wear those pajamas. I lay on my bed the rest of the afternoon trying to imagine different ways of getting Sam into trouble so that for his punishment he would have to wear those pajamas.
At dinner that night I asked my mom and stepfather if I could have a Halloween party at our house that year. My parents agreed that it would be okay with them. Sam was going over to his friends Jessie’s house for a Halloween party over there. After dinner I called my friend Melissa. She was planning on having a Halloween party over at her house and had already started inviting all of our friends over to her house. I begged and pleaded with her to move the party to my house. She asked why and I told her that I couldn’t explain right now, but that if things worked out the way I planned that it would be the greatest Halloween party of all time! I told her that all of us would remember this Halloween party for the rest of our lives. She reluctantly agreed to move the party to my house. I thanked her over and over again as I said good-bye and hung up. I immediately began calling all of my friends and inviting them over to my house and told them about the change. Now I needed to get Mom and Dad out of the house this weekend.
After making all of my phone calls I went downstairs and watched TV with the rest of my family. A commercial came on announcing an Oktoberfest celebration up in the mountains a couple hours from our house. Here was my opportunity! I said: “Hey Mom! Why don’t you and Dad go up to the Oktoberfest celebration this weekend? I can stay here and watch Sam for you while you two get away.”
Sam let out an “Aw-Gee”. He didn’t like being talked about in the third person and he definitely did not like being spoken about like a little baby who needed a baby sitter so that his parents could go away for the weekend. The idea of getting away sounded very good to my Mom and she immediately asked my stepfather what he thought. He half-heartedly agreed that this sounded like a good idea to him as well. The stage was set!
Before I went to bed that night I called my friend Mike and asked if we could have lunch together the next day at school. Mike agreed to lunch and asked what was up. I told him that I would explain tomorrow at lunch. Mike lives a couple of houses down from me and is a total computer geek. He even helped my father run network cables and set up all of our computers when we got the fast access DSL service.
At lunch the next day I told Mike that I wanted to set Sam up and get him in trouble this coming weekend. Mike’s family has been friends with my family for a long time and he knows about Sam’s bed wetting problem. He also thinks that Sam is a total brat and he doesn’t have much use for a bed-wetting 12 year old, so he readily agreed to help me with my plan. After school Mike came over to my house and we went to my room “to study”. Mike took some equipment out of his backpack and quickly started setting things up. He first set up something called a hub and then ran a network cable along the baseboard, carefully tucking it in so that it could not be seen, over to my dresser and set up some sort of an internet web cam. Next he installed some sort of a remote control program on my computer so that he could remotely take control of my computer. And lastly, he did something with our router to make all of this stuff work.
Mike then went home to test everything out. A few minutes later he called me and said that he could see every move I made. I turned to the camera and waved and he said: “Now you’re waving.” Boy that was creepy. Next he had me look at my computer. All of a sudden the mouse began moving on it’s own and it began opening up programs and stuff. Again it was very creepy, it was like the computer was possessed. After Mike had tested everything out, I unplugged the web cam and put it away until the weekend.
That night at dinner I asked my mom, in front of Sam, if she had ever kept a diary when she was young. My mom said that she had tried to keep a diary on several occasions but that each time it only lasted for a couple of weeks at the most. I asked her if she thought keeping a diary was a waste of time. She said: “Heavens No! I often wish I had kept up with my diary when I was young. I would love to be able to look back and read about what I was going through back then.” My mom then asked why I was asking about keeping a diary. I told her that I had started keeping a diary a couple of months ago on my computer, but that now I was getting bored with it and was thinking about stopping. She encouraged me not to get discouraged and to keep up my diary because as I got older I would probably really enjoy looking back and reading about my youth. The truth was that I did not have a diary, but I made all of this up to whet Sam’s appetite and to make him wonder about what I wrote in my diary about him.
Also at dinner that night my mother told my stepfather that she had found a room for Saturday up in the mountains for Oktoberfest. She told Sam and me that they would be leaving Saturday morning and coming back Sunday night. I thought to myself: “Perfect!” That night I started my diary on my computer and put in some bogus entries for the past couple of months.
Saturday finally came and as my parents were leaving my Mom told Sam that I was in charge and that he would have to obey me and do everything I said. I asked my Mom if I could use her cell phone that weekend in case we went to the mall or something like that. She was going to be with my stepfather and could use his cell phone if she needed. My Mom agreed and took her phone out of her purse and gave it me. Everything was going according to plan except for the fact that my parents took our digital camera with them on their trip. I called Mike after my parents left and asked him if he had a digital camera and if I could borrow it. Well of course he did (Duh!) and said that I could borrow it any time. That afternoon I went to Mike’s house and got the camera.
A little bit before ten o’clock that night I told Sam that it was time for him to go to bed. He whined and moaned like he always does and I reminded him what Mom had said about me being in charge and that he had to listen to me and obey me. I then said that I would make a deal with him. If he would go and get ready for bed and put his diaper on that I would let him stay up and watch “Scary Movie” with me. Sam quickly agreed to the terms of my deal and ran to his room to get ready for bed. I see him in his diaper nearly every night, so that was not a big deal to him. In addition, He would do almost anything to be able to stay up till after midnight and watch an “R” rated movie. My parents did not normally allow him to watch “R” rated movies.
A few minutes later Sam came back to the living room wearing only a diaper and a pajama top. This is what he always wears to bed. I told Sam that he would have to sit on the floor or lay on the floor while he watched the movie. I explained to him that in case he fell asleep before the movie was over that I did not want to take a chance that his diaper might leak onto the couch. He didn’t like be talked to like a baby, but again he knew if he put a fuss that I would send him straight to bed right there and then, so again agreed to my terms and sat down and we began watching the movie. About halfway through the movie I got up and told him that I needed to go to the bathroom. He asked if I was going to pause the movie. I told him that I had seen it before so there was no need to pause it. I went to the bathroom and retrieved Mike’s digital camera from underneath the sink where I had hidden it earlier. I quietly went back to the living room. Sam was so wrapped up in the movie that he did not even notice me enter the living room. I carefully aimed the camera and squeezed off a shot. Sam slowly turned to see what had caused the flash. When he saw me holding a camera his eyes bugged out and began climbing to his feet. I was able to get a couple of more pictures before I had to turn and run to my room. I pulled the door shut and quickly locked it. A few years earlier Sam was always getting into my room and into my stuff so my father had installed a dead-bolt lock on my door to keep him out.
Sam began pounding on my door and screaming at the top of his voice: “Let me in!” I yelled back for him to calm down and quiet down and that if he damaged my door that he would be in big trouble when Mom and Dad got back home. I told him to go back downstairs and wait for me down there, that I would be done it just a couple of minutes. He kept pounding on my door. I download the pictures as quickly as I could to my computer. I then emailed the pictures to a secret Yahoo email account that I had set up earlier that day. I then deleted the pictures of Sam out of the camera. I opened the door and pushed Sam out into the hallway and closed the door behind me.
Sam was screaming: “Let me see those pictures you took!”
I replied: “What pictures? Here look on the camera. There aren’t any pictures of you on this camera.”
“You downloaded them onto your computer!” Sam yelled.
I very calmly said: “Maybe I did and maybe I didn’t. Maybe I put them on a diskette or a CD-Rom and hid them. Maybe I emailed them to myself. Maybe I emailed them to someone else to keep for me. And maybe just maybe if I don’t like the way you act, maybe some of your friends may receive an anonymous email message with pictures of you wearing a diaper.”
Sam’s face went flush and he was stone quiet. I had thought of everything. There was no way he could get those pictures back. I was in complete control of those pictures and there was nothing he could do about it. As the reality of the situation sank in the big baby started to cry.
“Now now calm down.” I said. “As long as you behave yourself you have nothing to worry about. Now let’s go back downstairs and finish watching our movie.”
We went back downstairs and finished watching the movie. Sam whimpered and whined the whole way through the rest of the movie but he didn’t say a word. He was in a no-win situation if he got all up in my face he knew I would email those pictures to his friends. When the movie finished I turned off the TV and both of us went upstairs to bed.
As he was entering his room Sam tried a different technique. “If I’m real, real good tomorrow, will you give those pictures back to me?” he asked in the sweetest tone possible.
I replied with a “We’ll just have to wait and see.”
Back in my room I logged onto my secret Yahoo email account and made sure my email message was there along with the photographs. Thank goodness for high-speed internet access! I then deleted the pictures off of my computer and then emptied the recycle bin to remove all traces of the pictures.
The next morning I set up the Internet web cam on top of my dresser and hid it behind a bunch of books. I called Mike and he checked and made sure that he could access the web cam from his house and he also made sure he could still access my computer as well. I told him about what I had done with his camera and how I wanted to delete all references to those pictures off of my computer. He took control of my computer and deleted the Internet history and all of the cookies and stuff like that so that Sam couldn’t some how track down my secret email account. I also called my friend Melissa and asked her if she could meet me in the back of my house later that morning. She asked what was up and I told that I couldn’t really tell her but that I needed an eyewitness to get Sam into trouble. Sam had played the part of a pesky little brother all to well over the years and Melissa was more then eager to do anything that might get him into trouble.
After breakfast I told Sam that I was going over to Melissa’s house to work on my Halloween costume. Before I left the house I called Mike and let him know that I was leaving. I also called Melissa and told her to meet me around the back of our house. I said good-bye to Sam and told him to be a good boy while I was gone and walked out the front door and started walking down the street to Melissa’s house. As soon as I was out of sight of our house, I doubled back and went down the ally to the back of our house where I met Melissa.
Melissa asked what was up and I told we just had to wait for Mike’s call. A few minutes later my Mom’s cell phone rang. It was Mike. The first thing out of his mouth was: “Nemo has taken the bait!”
I replied: “That was quick. I haven’t been out of the house five minutes.” I stayed on the phone as Melissa and I quietly sneaked back into the house through the back door.
Mike kept whispering: “He’s still on the computer. He’s still on the computer. He hasn’t heard you.”
Sam was so wrapped up in trying to find those pictures of him wearing a diaper that he didn’t even hear Melissa and I coming down the hall. I threw the door open and yelled: “What are you doing?”
Sam spun around in my chair with a look of complete horror in his face. He stammered: “Wh-wh-what are you doing back home?”
I answered back: “I forgot a part of my costume. What are YOU doing in MY room and on MY computer?”
“I-I-I was trying to find those pictures you took of me last night.” Was Sam’s answer.
The whole time he was talking his back was to the computer. I could see Mike busily working on my computer closing all of the programs that Sam had opened and then he opened up my diary. I played along with Sam’s comments about the pictures to drag out the conversation and to give Mike more time to work. So I asked: “What pictures?”
Sam stammered and stuttered: “Th-th-the pictures you took of me last night wearing …” just then he noticed Melissa standing there and did not want to say anything about wearing a diaper in front of her.
“Wearing WHAT?!?” I asked.
“You-You know what.” was all that Sam could say.
By now I could see that Mike had finished his handiwork and my diary was up on the screen just as big as you please. I went for the jugular. “Looking for pictures huh? Then how do you explain my diary being opened up on my computer?” I asked.
Sam responded: “I wasn’t looking at your ….” His words trailed off as he turned and looked in total disbelief at my diary up on the monitor. You should have seen the look on his face. He was in complete shock!!
Again I pressed the issue. “Look there Melissa. See for yourself. This little brat is reading my diary.”
Melissa looked and verified that Sam was indeed reading my diary. I then ordered him out of my room and told him to go to his room and wait there until I decided what to do with him. With tears running down his checks my bratty little brother left my room.
Melissa commented that she didn’t know what just happened but she could tell that Sam was going to be in BIG trouble when my parents got home that evening. She was very glad to be there and to be able to play a part in getting Sam into trouble. I then closed the door and locked it and then I proceeded to fill Melissa in on my plans to dress Sam up as a big baby for Halloween. I told her all about the footed blanket sleeper that I had seen at Target earlier in the week. Melissa broke out in uncontrollable laugher. I had to shush her down so that Sam wouldn’t hear us in his room. I explained to Melissa that this is why I wanted to have the Halloween party at my house so that all of our friends would get to see little baby Sammie dressed up in his cute wittle jamies with feetsies in them. The two of us then began planning other ways to embarrass my little brother. Things like making him wear a bib and a pacifier and drinking out of a baby bottle and so forth. Then Melissa said that since he was in trouble and since little babies in trouble get lots of spankings that perhaps we ought to make up a paddle for wittle baby Sammie. I told Melissa that this sounded like a good idea but where would we get a paddle at? She then used the telephone in my room to call her boyfriend Andrew. Andrew had already taken 2 years of wood shop and they had quite a bit of wood working equipment in their garage. Melissa told Andrew that she was helping somebody put together a Halloween costume and was wondering how difficult it would be to make a large adult size paddle for spanking. I’m not sure what thoughts must have been going through his head, but he said that it would be very easy to make. He even thought that they had some scrap wood there at his house that he could use. Melissa told him that it had to be a “real” paddle capable of giving a real hard spanking and administering a lot of pain. Melissa definitely had Andrew’s attention and he said he would get started on it that very day and that it should be finished by tomorrow.
I went to Sam’s room and told him that he was grounded for the rest of the day, that he was not allowed to leave the house and that he would just have to wait for Mom and Dad to get home for them to figure out the rest of his punishment.
Melissa and I spent the rest of the day at my house messing around and working on our Halloween costumes.
That afternoon Mike came by and unhooked all of his equipment and removed that remote control program from my computer. I gave him his camera back and he took all of his equipment back home with him.
Melissa stayed at my house until my parents got home that evening. I told them about how Melissa and I had caught Sam looking at my diary. Sam told my Mom and Dad how I had taken pictures of him wearing a diaper and had downloaded those pictures to my computer. I asked how could I have possibly taken pictures of him since Mom and Dad had the camera with them. I told my parents that I thought Sam had been reading too many of his diaper stories lately and that he was just trying to make up an excuse for reading my diary. I offered to let my parents search my computer to try to find any such “diaper” pictures of my little brother. But the fact remained that Melissa and I both saw him with our own two eyes reading my diary. Melissa backed me up one hundred percent.
In the spirit of fairness my stepfather went up to my room to see if he could find any diaper pictures of Sam on my computer. A few minutes later he came back downstairs and said that he could not find any pictures of Sam anywhere on my computer. Sam’s world was crumbling in around him. The first thing that my parents did was to ground Sam for an entire month for going into my room and for invading my privacy by reading my diary. That meant that he would not be allowed to go over to Jessie’s house for Jessie’s Halloween party, but instead would have to stay home on Halloween night. Then I spoke up. I said that since it was my privacy that had been violated that I should have some input into his punishment. My parents agreed that this sounded reasonable and asked what I had in mind. I said that since Sam would have to spend the night at home on Halloween night and would be crashing my Halloween party that I should be allowed to pick out a costume for him. My parents said that it would all depend upon the costume that I picked out. They asked what I had in mind. I said that I wasn’t sure, but that I would have to give it some thought. I had to make it look like this wasn’t some sort of a set up.
The next day after school I asked my Mom to take me shopping. After we were in the car alone I said: “Since Sam acted so childish and immature in breaking into my room and reading my diary, I was thinking that his Halloween costume should highlight how childish and immature he really is.” My Mom was listening very intently and agreeing. I continued: “Last week when I was at Target I noticed that they were selling the one-piece footed blanket sleepers that babies normally wear but they had them for boys. In fact they have footed sleepers all the way up to a size 16!” My mom had a look a surprise that anybody made footed pajamas for boys that big. Then I said: “What I was thinking of was dressing Sam up like a great big baby using a pair of those footed pajamas as his costume.” My mom busted out laughing as she tried to imagine Sam dressed up in a pair of footie pajamas in front of all of my friends at my party.
When I told my mom that I had seen the footed pajamas over a week before that, before Sam had gotten in trouble she looked at me funny. I think she was beginning to smell a rat, but she didn’t really care though. Sam’s bed-wetting had been a thorn in her side for a long, long time. He had ruined pajamas, sheets, blankets and even a mattress. His room always smells like urine and it even stinks up the rest of the house at times. That’s in addition to the expense my parents have to go through to keep the little hoser in diapers. My mom said that it sounded like I had found the perfect punishment to fit the crime. She said that she would have to run it by my stepfather first, but she didn’t think he would see anything wrong with my idea for Sam’s costume. Before we pulled out of the driveway my mom called my dad at work on her cell phone. She told him about my plan and he didn’t have any problems with it at all. He also said that it sounded like a perfect punishment for Sam.
Now let me explain a little bit about the relationship between my stepfather, Bill, and Sam. Bill is not involved with Sam at all. My mom tells me that Sam’s mom, Sarah, was as loose as a goose when she was in high school and that Bill’s buddies had dared him to take her on a date “to make a man out of him”. Well the two of them went to a party and my step dad had too much to drink and before he knew it they were in somebody’s bedroom making out. Well a couple of months later she turns up pregnant and claims that my step dad is the father. Bill says that he doesn’t even remember having intercourse with her that night. Now Bill’s father was a minister in the little town where they had lived and Sarah threatened to make a big scandal out of my dad’s family. So to keep everything quiet my dad agreed to marry her. Well two months after Sam is born, Sarah takes off and nobody heard a word from her for over 3 years. When she did finally surface she was declared an unfit parent and my stepfather was awarded full custody of Sam. Not that he really wanted that responsibility, especially since he wasn’t even sure if Sam was his son or not.
Now getting back to my story. My mom and I left the house and went to Target. I took her straight to the Boy’s Department and right to the rack of footed sleepers. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She had never seen footed pajamas for older boys before in her life. I showed her the black racecar pair and she agreed that it was probably the cutest pair there, especially with the bright red feet on them. The only thing left was to figure out what size to get. Sam would have fit into a size Large, but just barely. I recommended getting the Extra Large so that he would still be able to wear it next year, and maybe even the year after that! My mom said that under normal circumstances she would have agreed with me, but … she then paused for dramatic effect and after taking a breath she asked: “Are you going to have Sam wear a diaper?”
“A DIAPER!” was my very surprised response, and then I said: “I hadn’t even thought about that. But if he is supposed to be dressed up like a baby, everybody knows that babies wear diapers. And he already has a supply of diapers and he is use to wearing a diaper. He wears one to bed every night as it is.”
My mom then said that if he was going to be wearing a diaper under his sleeper that if we got him the smaller sleeper that it would rub up against his diaper and cause his diaper to make much more noise and everyone would be able to see and hear that he was wearing a diaper. Well that settled it! A size Large it will be. We picked out a size Large and then started to leave the boys department.
But then I stopped and asked: “But what about next year? What if Target doesn’t carry any footed pajamas next year? Couldn’t we just go ahead and buy an Extra Large too and just keep it in storage for Sam until next year?”
My mom didn’t see anything wrong with that. Especially since the sleepers were so cheap, just $12.00 each. So two sleepers would only cost $24.00 all together, a very reasonable price for a Halloween costume (maybe two). While we were in Target we went over to the Baby Department and picked out a bib and a baby bottle for Sam. We also looked at the pacifiers but I told my mom that they just seemed too small for Sam. I wished we could find a larger pacifier for him. My mom suggested that we could try some of the different Halloween supply stores and maybe even one of the costume rental companies might have a baby pacifier made for an adult.
We went to the front of the store to pay for our purchases. As we were standing in line I was looking at Sam’s new pajamas and began wondering if the neon green racecars and if the neon green lettering might glow in the dark. I asked my mom what she thought. She said that she didn’t know but that there was only one way to find out. After we had paid for our stuff my mom and I walked over the women’s bathroom in the front of the store. We took the pajamas out of the bag and held them up to the light for a couple of minutes. We looked around and checked all of the stalls and since nobody else was in the bathroom, we turned off the lights. Unfortunately the pajamas did not glow in the dark. We turned the lights back on and I sighed to my mom that it would have been really cool if they would have glowed in the dark, that this would have made the pajamas all the more embarrassing for Sam to wear.
My mom then said: “Well we can fix that! They make glow in the dark paint for clothing. That’s how I use to make your costumes glow in the dark when you and Sam were little.” We then headed over to Michaels Arts and Crafts store and bought some glow in the dark fabric paint. (Note to Readers: If you wish to create your own glow in the dark jamies, be sure to use the glow in the dark paint made by a company called “Tulip”. It doesn’t wash off!) While we were at Michaels we also looked for a large pacifier. The only thing they had was a huge pretend pacifier, one that you could not fit in your mouth. As we left the store we stopped at a pay phone and looked up the information for costume rental companies. My mom tore the page out of the phone book and took it to our car. On the second try my mom found a place that had a couple of adult size pacifiers left. We drove over and bought the pacifier and then headed home.
Back home in the driveway I asked my mom not to say a word about the costume to Sam. I wanted his costume to be a total and complete surprise to him on Halloween night. She agreed that it would be best to surprise him on Halloween night. I stuffed everything into the Target bag and tied it up nice and tight so that Sam could not see inside. I went to my room and closed the door and locked it behind me. I took out Sam’s pajamas and opened up a bottle of the glow in the dark fabric paint and began painting Sam’s pajamas. In fact every day after I school for the rest of the week I spent painting those silly looking pajamas.
After dinner that night Melissa came by. She had Sam’s paddle in her backpack. She took it out and we both carefully examined it. I said: “Coooool! Now the only thing we need to do is to put his name on it.” We talked about painting his name on it and so forth but didn’t know anybody that could do a “professional” job on it. Then I got an idea. “What if the word SAM was drilled into with holes?” I used my computer to create a “template”. It took 3 or 4 tries before I got the right font and the right font size. I taped my template onto the paddle and then told Melissa to take the paddle back to Andrew and ask him if he could use a drill press to drill out the word SAM.
On Tuesday night as I was helping my Mom clean up after dinner she told me that she had gotten an idea on how to add another accessory to Sam’s baby costume. I asked what she had in mind and she said that she wanted to surprise me but that she needed to get a measurement from Sam to make it and told me to play along with her that night. After we finished putting the food away and washing the dishes Mom called Sam down to the living room. She told him that she needed to take some measurements for his Halloween costume. Sam asked what his costume was going to be and my mom told him that it was going to be a surprise and that he would just have to wait until Halloween night to find out. She then got out her cloth measuring tape and began taking his measurements. She told me to get a piece of paper and a pencil and to write down the measurements as she called them out. She then measured Sam every which way. Waist, Hips, Chest, Thighs, Inseam, Out seam, Neck, Arm Length, Wrists and Ankles and so forth. I wrote down all of the measurements as she called them out. She thanked me for my help as she took the piece of paper from me.
On Wednesday night Melissa brought the completed paddle back to my house. It was perfect. Now Sam had a paddle with his name on it … literally! Melissa and I sat there and examined the paddle and talked about how embarrassing it would be for Sam to get his butt spanked in public for everyone to see. Finally my curiosity got the best of me and I stood up and bent over and asked Melissa to give me a whack with the paddle.
“What?!?” was Melissa’s surprised response.
I replied: “I want to know how much it’s going to hurt when I spank Sam’s butt.” I finally convinced her to give me a spanking. I told her to hit me with her best shot. She reared back and swung the paddle as hard as she could. “WHACK” went the paddle on my behind. I stood up and let out a very loud “OUCH!” I started rubbing my stinging behind and assured Melissa that the paddle would indeed accomplish its purpose. I thought to myself that if it hurt that much getting just one swat with my jeans on, how much more it would hurt to get several swats on a bare bottom. I couldn’t wait for the opportunity to use it on my bratty little brother.
On Thursday night my mom came into my room with a brown paper bag. She reached in the bag and pulled out a long belt looking thing. On one end it had a rather large open loop and on the other end it had a much smaller loop with a buckle. I asked my mom what in the world was this funny looking contraption. She replied that it was a wrist strap for Sam. She then explained that when parents have a young toddler that wanders off they will often use a wrist strap to keep up with them and to keep them under control. She showed how the end with the buckle would go around Sam’s wrist. That’s why she needed his wrist measurement the other night. The end with the large loop would be for Sam’s “care-giver” to hang on to. She had left about three feet between the two loops but explained that if I needed to keep Sam on a shorter leash that I could wrap some of the additional strap around my wrist thus shortening up the distance between Sam and me. That was so COOL!! Again it would be completely humiliating for Sam to be lead around by his wrist and there would be no way that he could run away and hide.
I asked my mom if it was difficult to make. She said: “Heavens NO!” She had gone to a fabric store and had gotten 5 feet of nylon webbing, a buckle and some metal eyelets. She made the wrist strap first. She cut one little hole in the webbing for the arm of the buckle, inserted the arm into the hole and then wrapped the webbing around the buckle and sewed it in place. Next she worked on the “leash” part and looped the material around to make a handle to hold on to and then sewed it in place. Then she sewed the leash part to the wrist strap. She sewed it in such a way that were the holes would go there were two pieces of webbing sewed together to reinforce the wrist strap. Next she measured the wrist strap and made a hole based upon Sam’s wrist measurement and then she used one of the metal eyelets to reinforce the hole. But there was a second hole and eyelet on the wrist strap. When I asked my mom what the second hole was for she said that it was for Sam’s ankle.
“His ankle?” I asked with a puzzled look on my face.
My mom said: “Sure, for his ankle. After all we don’t want him aimlessly wandering around the house at night after we have put him to bed. And won’t some of your friends be spending the night after your Halloween party? We don’t want them worrying about your pesky little brother breaking in on them in the middle of the night do we?” My mom then took the wrist / ankle strap and looped it around my bedpost. She ran the smaller wrist end of the strap through the larger loop on the other end and pulled it tight creating a “slip knot” around the bedpost. She explained that now all you have to do is secure Sam’s wrist or ankle with the strap and he is “down for the count”. She even pulled on the strap a couple of times to show that it wasn’t going anywhere. She went on and said that she had made the hole for the ankle a little bit bigger then Sam’s actual ankle measurement just in case he might be wearing socks underneath his pajamas.
I said: “Eeeeeweeee! That’s so cruel! To have to wear socks underneath a pair of footed pajamas.”
My mom said that maybe perhaps Sam should wear a couple pairs of socks. “After all” she said as she smiled and winked, “we don’t want his little footsie wootsies getting cold in the middle of the night now do we?” It was quite obvious that my mom was enjoying this every bit as much as I was!
Next my mom removed the wrist / ankle strap from my bedpost and handed it to me. And then she said: “Now let me show you the best part of the wrist strap.” She told me to undo the buckle. I went to unbuckle it but the webbing wouldn’t budge. I looked closely and I saw two small pieces of plastic going over the cross bar on the buckle and through the webbing that kept it from moving. I asked her how she did that. She pulled out a small plastic bag of cable ties from her paper bag. She said that once she had Sam’s wrist measurement that she cut a hole in the webbing and then used a metal eyelet to reinforce the hole. Then she buckled up the wrist strap and used an X-acto knife to cut 2 small holes in the webbing on each side of the cross bar. She cut 2 holes to the right of the metal eyelet and 2 holes to the left of it. She fed two cable ties through each pair of holes and pulled the cable ties tight and cut off the excess. She explained that the only way to get the wrist strap off was to cut the cable ties off. And since either her or I would have a firm hold of Sam’s wrist that we could be sure to keep him away from all scissors and knives. The wrist strap was totally cool!
Then I asked my mom if it might be possible to use one of those cable ties to keep Sam from unzipping his sleeper and trying to take it off. She said she didn’t know but that we could try. We took Sam’s sleeper and zipped it shut. Next my mom carefully examined it and then used her trusty X-acto knife to cut two small holes right underneath the zipper and on each side of the zipper’s teeth. She fed a cable tie through those holes and pulled it tight. She tugged at the zipper and couldn’t get it to move and then she handed the sleeper to me for me to try. I pulled and tugged at the zipper and it didn’t budge! This was just getting better and better by the minute. I couldn’t wait until Halloween night when I would get to use all of this cool stuff on my poor unsuspecting “baby” brother.
At long last Halloween finally arrived! My stepfather worked late that night to catch up on his paperwork. I don’t think he wanted to be in a house full of giggling and screaming teenage girls. As soon as it started to get dark outside, I politely excused myself, and then my mom and I took Sam up to his room to get him dressed. My mom first instructed Sam to get undressed. At first Sam hesitated to get undressed in front of us. My mom then pulled out the paddle that Andrew had made. Boy you should have seen the look on his face! His eyes were as big as silver dollars (the old time silver dollars, not the new little imitation silver dollars) and he knew that mom and I meant business. He reluctantly removed his shirt and pants and striped down to his underwear. Then mom had me go get his costume. I had hung his pajamas up in my room and left the light on so that they would soak up plenty of light so that we could get a good glow in the dark demonstration for everyone to enjoy. I put the pajamas into a large brown paper bag that was already full of other stuff for Sam that night. When I got back to Sam’s room my mom began by telling Sam that since he had acted so childish and immature by going into my room and reading my diary that I had come up with the perfect costume that would highlight exactly how childish and immature he really was. Sam tried to defend himself and again said that he wasn’t reading my diary.
My mom raised the paddle up and pointed it at the terrified young boy and sternly said: “Tara and Melissa BOTH saw you with their own eyes reading her diary. Now unless you want to add lying to your rap sheet I suggest you quiet down and take your punishment like a man.” Boy, talk about an oxymoron!
Well Sam shut up and tears began to well up in his eyes. Next mom had me show him his costume. I put the bag down and grabbed the blanket sleeper by the shoulders and began sloooowly pulling it out of the bag for dramatic effect. Sam wasn’t exactly sure what it was until the bottom of the feet had cleared the bag and the footed part of the footed sleeper came into full view. Sam screamed out: “I’m not going to wear that!”
Immediately my mom told him to “HUSH!” and again raised the paddle and pointed it at him. My mom then told Sam: “We figured you wouldn’t want to take your medicine so we are fully prepared to deal with your insubordination. First of all, if you refuse to put on your costume we will invite all of Tara’s friends up to your room and we will show them your dresser drawer that is full of diapers and we will tell them what a big baby you are in real life and how you wear a diaper to bed every single night because you wet the bed. And then if you still refuse to wear your costume, the beatings WILL begin! You will be spanked until you co-operate. Who knows maybe we’ll even get some of Tara’s friends to help spank you. Now what’s it going to be? Are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?”
I spoke up and told Sam that wearing a pair of footed pajamas as a Halloween costume would only be for a couple of hours, whereas if people find out about his bedwetting that that would last for the rest of his life. It was like mom and I were playing good cop bad cop.
Sam heaved a heavy sigh through his tears and said: “All right then, let’s get this over with.”
Mom then instructed Sam to remove his underwear. When Sam asked why he had to remove his underwear, my mom explained that since he was going to be dressed up like a little baby that it was only appropriate that he wear a diaper as part of his costume. Once Again Sam refused. And once again I reminded my little brother that he could wear a diaper for a couple of hours as part of a “Halloween costume”, or, he could have everybody find out that he wore a diaper in real life every night.
With no way out of his predicament, Sam started crying again and laid down on his bed. My mom went over and removed his underwear. Next she had me hand her one of Sam’s diapers. She slid the diaper under Sam’s behind but before she taped it up she pulled out a bottle of baby oil and some baby powder out of her bag. Sam asked what she was doing and tried to sit up. My mom pushed Sam back down and explained that if he was going to “look” like a baby that he should also “smell” like a baby. I could tell by the look on Sam’s face that he just wanted to get this awful experience over with. My mom oiled up his “diapered” area and then poured a liberal amount of baby powder on his now enlarged genitals and taped the diaper closed. If I didn’t know better I would have sworn that he was enjoying having his mommy diaper him. My mom then asked me to hand her two more diapers. When I asked what for, she said that we wanted to be sure that everybody could tell that baby Sammie was wearing a diaper. She taped on the two additional diapers, one at a time. Sam was now TRIPLE Diapered! After that my mom poured baby oil all over his legs and rubbed it in and then sprinkled his legs with baby powder as well. Next she did his chest and arms the same way. By the time she was done he looked like a little albino boy but he smelled like pure baby! Mom then had Sam stand up and shake off the excess baby powder. Mom told me to go ahead and get Sam dressed while she went and washed her hands. With Sam standing there in a baby diaper and covered in baby powder she knew that he was in no way a “flight risk”.
After Sam had shook off the excess powder I had him sit on the end of his bed. I unzipped his sleeper and rolled the legs down the best I could to the feet. I placed his feet inside the sleeper. I then had him stand up and then very slowly pulled his sleeper up. I was very careful so that I did not get any of the baby powder onto the outside of his black sleeper, although a little bit did get on it. I worked the sleeper up to his arms and then fed one of his arms into the sleeper and then the other. Then I started to zip up his sleeper, but not all the way. After I got about halfway up his chest I stopped and grabbed his chin and forced his head back and told him to hold his head up. He asked what for and I told him that this was just a little precaution to make sure that he didn’t try to remove his costume before the night was over. I fed one of the black cable ties through the two small holes that my mom had made in the sleeper and started to fasten the cable tie, just enough until it started to “grab”. I then finished zipping up the sleeper to his neck and then pulled the cable tie as tight as I possibly could. I used a small pair of my father’s wire cutters to cut off the excess of the cable tie. I tugged on the zipper to make sure that it wasn’t going anywhere. When I had finished I stood back to admire my handiwork. He looked absolutely adorable standing there in his brand new footed pajamas with the cute little racecars all over them. His sleeper bulged out around his loins. There was absolutely no way you could miss the fact that he was wearing a diaper underneath his costume. Sam reached up and grabbed the zipper and tugged at it too. When he realized that he was now trapped inside of those childish looking pajamas he began crying again.
By this time my Mom had finished washing her hands and had made it back into Sam’s room. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Sam standing there in his footed blanket sleeper. She put her hand over her chest and said: “Oh my! He is just TOOOO cute! I have GOT to get a picture of him before the nights over.” Sam blushed and realized that it was going to be a long night. He had no idea of how long of a night it was going to be for him.
Mom then pulled the wrist strap out of her bag. She instructed Sam to hold out his right arm. By now Sam was a beaten man and he fully cooperated with his mother’s instructions. My mom put the strap around his wrist and buckled it up. As she was putting on his wrist strap I noticed that my mom had already ran two cable ties through the small holes she had made in the webbing. Sam wrenched in paid and said that it was too tight. My mom explained that the nylon webbing would stretch out and loosen up as the night went on. She then fastened the cable ties and pulled them tight. She also used dads wire cutters to cut off the excess plastic from the cable ties. My mom then ran her hand through the loop on the other end of the wrist strap and wrapped the strap around her own wrist a couple of times and pulled it tight. Once she had a firm hold on Sam’s wrist strap she said: “Well I think that’s it. Why don’t you go on down and announce to everyone about Sam’s punishment and I will bring him down when you are done with your announcement.
As I left the room I took one last look at my mom and my little “baby” brother. Being strapped to my mom he looked cute and helpless and terrified all at the same time. When I got downstairs I first of all went around and turned off all of the lights except for the living room light. My friends asked what I was doing and I told them that I was getting ready to make an announcement. When Melissa saw me turning off the lights she knew that it was time for me to present “baby” Sammie to everyone. She got out her video camera and turned it on and got ready to start filming. When I had turned off all of the additional lights I went to the middle of the living room and asked everyone to please quiet down for a minute because I had a very important announcement to make.
After everybody got quiet, I began: “As many of you probably already know, last week Melissa and I caught my little brother Sam in my bedroom reading my diary on my computer. The first thing my parents did was to ground him for a month. That is why he is here with us tonight, instead of at his friend’s Jessie’s house. But since he violated my privacy I also was also able to get involved with his punishment. And since he was going to be here tonight at MY party, my parents felt that it would only be appropriate that I would get to pick out his Halloween costume for him. Now since he acted in such a childish and immature way I picked out a costume that would highlight and emphasize exactly how childish and immature he really is. Now without any further ado I hereby present … BAAAAAAAAAAAAY BEEEEEEE SAMMMMMM ME!”
My mom entered the living room dragging a very reluctant Baby Sammie behind her. Everyone howled with delight when they caught sight of my “baby” brother. As my mom brought Sam over to me in the middle of the living room I, and everyone else for that matter, could hear his diaper rustling and crinkling with every step he made. My mom was right; the smaller sleeper really amplified all of the diaper noises. My mom unwound and removed Sam’s wrist strap from her arm and handed it to me. I put my hand through the loop and wrapped the strap around my own wrist a couple of times and pulled it tight. I stood there for a minute with Sam and let everyone take pictures of my helpless and hapless little brother. Someone yelled out: “Hey Tara! Is he wearing a diaper?”
I answered back: “Well of course he is silly! How could a baby costume be complete without a baby diaper?” I then reached down and grabbed the back of Sam’s diaper and squeezed it a couple of times causing it to crinkle. I then gently patted his very well padded behind a couple of times and smiled. After everyone quieted back down and finished taking pictures, I continued on: “Now everyone knows that little babies need lots of discipline and lots of spankings. And tonight, thanks to Andrew, we have a paddle that has Sam’s name written all over it.” I held up the paddle for all to see. Again everyone howled with delight. Andrew just shook his head in disbelief. I then continued: “Now if anyone of you here notices little baby Sammie misbehaving in ANY way, PLEASE feel free to grab his paddle and administer a good sound spanking to his much deserving bottom.” The crowd whooped and hollered when the heard they had permission to spank my poor little brother.
I was nowhere near finished. Again I waited for folks to settle down before continuing on. Next I said: “Now we need to ‘accessorize’ little Sammie’s costume. We all know that little babies are very messy eaters and that they always need to wear a bib.” I then reached down into my bag and pulled out his bib and tied it around his neck. By the way I tied it in a knot to make sure that he wouldn’t take it off before the night was through. Once again a few people laughed and jeered my brother and a few more pictures were taken. After that I announced: “And we know how much wittle babies like their pacifiers.” I reached down and pulled out the pacifier that we had bought at the costume rental store. My mom had tied a bright red ribbon onto the pacifier and then tied the ribbon to a large diaper style safety pin. I pinned the pacifier onto the chest of Sam’s sleeper so that he wouldn’t “accidentally” lose his paci. I then told Sam to open wide so I could put the pacifier in his mouth. At first Sam refused. I grabbed the paddle and whacked him on the back of his leg. Sam let out an “Ouch!” and picked up his leg and began rubbing it. This brought howls of delight from all of my friends. I held the paddle up and pointed it in his face and gave him the sternest look I could. He could tell I meant business and he did not want to receive a full blown, all-out spanking in front of that many people. He reluctantly opened his mouth and I crammed the oversized pacifier into his mouth. His cheeks bulged out as the pacifier went in. Once again camera’s started flashing. Sam’s little eyes looked so sad as they welled up with tears. I was almost beginning to feel sorry for him. I said “almost”.
Next I pulled one of my old teddy bears out of my bag and handed it to Sam and told him to hold in his arms and to pose with it as still more pictures were taken. And then lastly I said: “We all know how little babies are afraid of the dark and need to have a night-light left on so they won’t be afraid. Now young Sammie has his very own night-light built right into his groovy looking pajamas.” I then motioned for my mother to turn off the living room light. It took a few seconds for everyone’s eyes to adjust to the dark, but when they did, standing right in front of them was Sam lit up like Christmas tree. I asked everyone: “Aren’t these the coolest pajamas you have ever seen in your whole life?” Once again everyone started howling with delight. My mom then quickly turned the light back on so that we all could see the expression on poor Sam’s face. And what an expression it was! He looked as if everyone there had just seen him buck-naked. Thank goodness Melissa had her video camera and captured this priceless moment on film. I told Sam to turn around and lift up one of his feet. I showed everyone the bottom of Sam’s red foot and told them how the pajamas had little stars sewn into the fabric to make the feet non-slip and how I had painted these dozens of little stars so that even the bottoms of his feet would glow in the dark. I had my mom turn the light back off and everyone admired my handiwork. I continued on expounding upon the many features of Sam’s new pajamas: “Now when he gets up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, he won’t stub his toe on anything because his feet will be all lit up. Oh wait a minute; he’s wearing a diaper! DUH! He won’t need to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. Never mind.” Once again this brought whoops and hollers from everyone there. My mom turned the light back on and some people were laughing so hard that they had tears in their eyes. Sam had tears in his eyes also but for a completely different reason.
I then asked who would like to take their picture with “wittle baby Sammie”. Just about everybody’s hands shot up. All of the girl’s hands went up. People would hand their camera to my mom and then come up and pose next to Sam. I was on the other side of Sam holding on tight to his wrist strap. Most people wanted at least two pictures taken, one of Sam with the pacifier in his mouth and another one without the pacifier so that you could get a nice clear view of his entire face. So for the next half hour or so Sam had the pacifier go in and then come out and then go back in his mouth. He just whimpered as the pictures were taken. He knew that in no time flat all of those pictures would be circulating all over the neighborhood and all over school. And he was right! After everyone had his or her individual pictures taken with poor little Sam, we all got together for a group picture. Of course baby Sammie was the undisputed star of the night and he had to be right there in the middle and up front in all of the group pictures.
After the pictures were finished I rolled up Sam’s leash around my arm until there was only about six inches between the two of us. It was just like we were handcuffed together. Wherever I went, Sam went. And wherever Sam went, people made cruel little remarks about his really cute baby costume. When I could tell that Sam was near the breaking point, I looked over at Melissa and gave her a wink. Right on cue she came over and began teasing my distraught little brother. She started out with: “Has da wittle baby gone pee-pee in his diaper yet?” And then she reached out and pinched his cheeks. Sam tried to push her hands away with his one “free” arm and told her to “Stop it!” But Melissa kept on taunting him. Next she asked: “Is da cute wittle baby going to make da pooh-pooh in da diaper tonight?”
That did it. Sam cracked. He screamed back at her: “FUCK YOU!”
The room went silent and everyone looked in disbelief at Sam. Sam had momentarily forgotten what a vulnerable position he was in with me holding on to the other end of his wrist strap. Before he realized what happened, I used the shortened up wrist strap to pull his arm behind his back and then I twisted it. I pulled Sam next to me and put my other arm around his neck in a headlock. I twisted his arm and said: “You little foul mouth brat.”
Sam cried out in pain: “OUCH!” and then he said over and over again: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again! I won’t do it again!”
But it was too late. I took Sam into the living room and found an open chair. I sat down and used Sam’s twisted arm to force him to lay down face forward over my knees. I used my other arm to grab a hold of the back of his neck and pushed it downward and held him down to prevent him from sitting up. I then asked Melissa if she would like to do the honors. She replied: “With pleasure.” And then she went over a picked up Sam’s paddle.
When Sam saw Melissa with the paddle he began calling out and begging: “NO! NO! Please don’t spank me! I’ll be good. I’ll be good. I won’t say that again.” He also began kicking his feet in the air trying to get free. It was actually quite amusing to watch him with his cute little red feet flailing about helplessly in the air. But it was no way to administer a spanking. I twisted his arm and firmly told him to put his feet down. Sam cried out in pain and reluctantly complied. He looked kind of cute draped across my lap with his butt sticking out all ready for a spanking. Sam began to cry as he realized that there was no way out of getting his butt spanked in front of all of those people.
Once Sam had settled down, I told Melissa to “Go Ahead”. Melissa really dragged it out, she looked like Tiger Woods preparing to tee off at the Masters. She put the paddle down on Sam’s quivering rear end and adjusted her stance. She raised the paddle back and then brought it back down and stopped it right before it reached Sam’s butt. She again adjusted her stance. She took a deep breath and then started wailing on the backs of Sam’s thighs. She knew that he was wearing a diaper and that spanking him on the butt would not hurt at all. That is why Melissa was sure to spank Sam right below his diaper.
Sam cried out: “OW! OW! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! OW! OW! Stop! Stop!” But Melissa didn’t stop. She kept on and kept on spanking the little brat until she was exhausted. She must have whacked him at least 30 or 40 times. By the end of his spanking Sam was in tears. It was a triple whammy for him, not only was his rear end burning with the most intense pain that he had ever felt in his life, but he was also embarrassed because so many people had witnessed him getting a spanking, and now they were all staring at him as he cried his eyes out like a real little baby. He tried to bury his face in my lap to hide. But I stood up and twisted his arm and forced him to stand up on his own two feet and face the crowd of onlookers.
Then I said to Melissa: “Well now I think that my foul-mouth little brother needs his mouth washed out with soap.” Melissa nodded to me through her gasps for air and went off into the kitchen and retrieved a wet washrag along with the bottle of my Mom’s dish soap. She poured some dish soap into the rag and then used the rag to coat Sam’s pacifier with soap. She did this three or four times to make sure that there was lot’s and lot’s of soap on Sam’s pacifier. She then told Sam to open wide. At first Sam refused. I twisted his arm. He let out a yelp and then opened his mouth. Melissa crammed the pacifier into his mouth. His cheeks pushed outwards and a painful look came over his face and the taste of soap filled his mouth. I told Melissa to get the fishing line out of my bag.
Now earlier in the week my mom and I used my father’s drill to make two small holes in each side of Sam’s pacifier. I held Sam tight and Melissa ran the fishing line through one of those holes and then she ran the fishing line around the back of his neck and through the other hole on the other side of his pacifier. She again brought the fishing line around to the back of his neck. She took the other end of the fishing line and then tied it off several times in the middle of the back of his neck. Sam let out a muffled OW! I think Melissa may have gotten a piece of his hair caught in her knot. Melissa then used a pair of scissors that she had also gotten out of my bag to cut off the excess fishing line. Boy if you didn’t know better you would have thought that Melissa and I had this all planned out ahead of time. (Wink Wink)
I then told Sam to leave the pacifier in his mouth until I removed it. I told him that if I caught him trying to remove the pacifier himself that he would get another spanking and that next time he would get a “bare-bottomed” spanking in front of everybody and that we would also tie both of his hands together behind his back to keep “busy little fingers out of trouble.” I then asked Sam if he understood that he was not to remove the pacifier himself under any circumstances. Sam nodded his head in agreement as tears rolled off of his cheeks. Next I turned to everyone that was looking on in shock and asked them: “After hearing my foul-mouth little brother cuss like he did, Don’t you all agree that nasty little boys should be seen and NOT heard?” This again brought many affirmative yells from the crowd. I then continued on: “Now I think that I should put little Sammie into ‘time-out’ so that he can think about what he did and why it was so bad.” Melissa then retrieved a padlock out of my bag and handed it to me.
I took Sam over to the bottom of the stairs and made him sit on the last step. I undid the wrist strap from my arm and then I left about three inches of slack between Sam’s wrist and the bottom post of the staircase and wrapped the rest of the strap around the post. When I had finished winding the strap around the post, I put the padlock through the open loop and then put the padlock over the small piece of the strap that I had left between Sam’s wrist and the stairway post. I locked the padlock shut and told Sam to “Stay!” (As if he had a choice!) I pointed my finger at him and said: “You were a very BAD boy. What you said was very very BAD!” I told everybody there to please help me with Sam’s punishment. I said: “Every time you walk past baby Sammie please tell him what a bad boy he was.” In unison everyone called out: “BAD BOY!” Sam looked absolutely pathetic as he sat there in his diaper, wearing a childish pair of footed pajamas along with a bib, with that oversized soap filled pacifier crammed into his mouth, and then being tied up and locked to the staircase. Tears once again filled his eyes and ran down his cheeks.
I left Sam in time-out for about 30 minutes or so. Before releasing him I first asked if he had learned his lesson. He nodded his head “Yes”. Next I asked him if he was going to say anymore cuss words tonight. He nodded his head “No”. I said that to make sure that we don’t have a repeat performance; that I was going to leave his pacifier in his mouth for the rest of the night. “Besides that” I said, “naughty little boys should be seen and NOT heard.” I unlocked the padlock and unwrapped his wrist strap from the staircase post.
I then drug Sam back to the center of the living room. I spoke up and said that I had another announcement to make. When I had everyone’s attention and everybody quieted down I said: “Now you all know how much little kids like Halloween and how much they like to go out trick or treating and getting candy. So before it gets too late I’m going to take little Sammie out trick or treating and let all of our neighbors admire his cute little baby costume.”
Sam’s eyes got real big and I could hear a muffled: “Noooo-ah” coming out from behind his pacifier. I ignored my little brother’s pleas and continued right on. I asked if anyone would like to go with me and help me out my baby brother. About a half dozen girls jumped up and volunteered. I reached inside my bag and pulled out an orange plastic pumpkin with a black handle on it. I had one of the girls grab Sam’s paddle and then I drug a very reluctant young man out the front door and down our steps. I dragged him across our yard and up our neighbor’s driveway. The whole time I could hear a very muffled Sam saying “Noooo-ah” and “Top! Peas ton’t”. Finally I had enough of his resistance. I asked for the paddle and swatted the back of Sam’s legs three times as hard as I could. He started jumping around like a Mexican jumping bean and saying “Ow-agh, Ow-agh”. I told him that he had better straighten up and fly right or that I would have one of the girls there give him another good hard spanking just like Melissa did earlier. He finally stood still. I told him that he was going trick or treating rather he wanted to or not so he had better get use to the idea. I held up the paddle and told him in my very best Borg voice: “Resistance is Futile!” I handed him his cute little plastic orange pumpkin and asked him what he was going to say at the door. He hesitated for a minute, so I held up the paddle again and looked at him cross. He finally said: “Ick or weak”. Me and the girls fell out laughing at his cute little baby talk.
I gathered my composure and escorted my little baby brother up to the door. Mrs. Johnson came to the door and immediately said: “Hi Tara!” I returned the greeting and then she looked at Sam with a puzzled look on her face and asked whom I had with me tonight. I told her the whole story of how Sam had gotten into trouble and how I got to pick out his Halloween costume. She complimented me on picking out such an appropriate costume for little Sammie.
I then nudged Sam and said to him: “Now tell Mrs. Johnson what you want.”
A very muffled “Ick or weak” came out of Sam’s pacified mouth. Mrs. Johnson strained to listen but she couldn’t hear a thing. I had Sam repeat himself. He took a deep breath and again said “ICK or WEAK”. Mrs. Johnson smiled and commented how cute he sounded. In the dark I’m sure she couldn’t see the fishing line that was holding Sam’s pacifier securely in place. She must have thought that Sam was just sucking on that pacifier because he wanted to. Mrs. Johnson reached inside her house and grabbed her bag of candy and put about a half dozen candy bars in Sam’s pumpkin. When Sam didn’t say anything, I again poked him and said: “What do you say?” Sam responded with an adorable “Ank Ewe”. Mrs. Johnson then commented on how precious he was. I told her: “Yeah! He makes a pretty good looking baby.” She asked us to wait there for a minute and then she went back into her house. She came back out with a camera and took a couple pictures of “Baby Sam” and me.
Before we went to the next house I asked if anyone else would like to take Baby Sammie up to the door. My friend Courtney excitedly said: “ME! ME! Pick ME!” I undid Sam’s wrist strap from my arm and handed it to Courtney. She put her arm through the loop and wrapped the strap around her wrist a couple of times and pulled it tight. She acted as if she had been doing this her whole life. I suggested that someone ought to go with her to “help out” just in case Baby Sammie acted up. Rebecca said that she would go. I handed Sam’s paddle to Rebecca “just in case”. When the homeowner came to the door Rebecca held the paddle behind her back so he couldn’t see it. But you better believe that Sam was well aware of how close that paddle was.
Everybody took turns taking Sam up to the door, but it was always two girls and one little Sammie. I enjoyed seeing Sam’s pajamas glowing in the dark, as he would walk up and then back down the dark driveways and sidewalks. We went up my side of the block for about 5 or 6 houses and then we crossed over the street and worked down the other side until we got back to our house. I didn’t want to spend the whole night trick or treating with my “baby” brother. I just wanted to take him out in public and embarrass the crap out of him in front of our neighbors. Who knows maybe I even embarrassed the crap out of him in a literal way as well.
We crossed back over the street and started to head back to the house. And then I had an idea. “Wait a minute” I said, “let’s make one more stop before we go back home.” We walked down a couple of blocks and then turned left at Chestnut Street. When we turned at Chestnut Street Sam figured out what I had in mind, his friend Jessie lives on Chestnut Street. Sam started hollering and screaming through his pacifier and sat down in the middle of the sidewalk.
I heaved a heavy sigh and turned around and with my voice dripping with exasperation said: “Sam! There are six of us and only ONE of you. We can very easily carry you a half a block to Jessie’s house. Of course once we got to Jessie’s house we would HAVE to spank you for being so rebellious and disobedient. And like I said before, your next spanking will be a bare bottom spanking. So unless you want to have all of your friends see you being undressed by six girls and then to be held down by a bunch a girls and to have your butt beat by a bunch of girls, I suggest that you pick your butt up right now and follow me to Jessie’s house.” Of course there was no way I could actually follow through on all of those threats, not unless I wanted to be arrested! I think Sam realized that as well, but since he was firmly attached to me because of the wrist strap, there was nowhere he could go. He knew that one way or another he was going to end up at Jessie’s house that night and that if he resisted too much that one way or another he would probably end up getting a bare bottomed spanking.
He slowly picked himself up and started crying again at the utter helplessness of his situation, being tied to me with that cursed wrist strap. He walked as slowly as he could. Finally, I gave a good hard tug on the wrist strap and Sam went down and sprawled out on someone’s lawn. The girls laughed hysterically at the hapless lad as he struggled to his feet. When we got to Jessie’s house I gave Sam a minute to stop crying and to dry his eyes. All six of us escorted Sam up to the door. Jessie’s mom answered the door and had a very startled look on her face when she saw Sam all dressed up like a big baby.
I said: “Hi Mrs. Andrews. We were out taking little Sammie here trick or treating and I thought that I had better stop by and let all of Sam’s friends see him dressed up in his cute little costume.” Jessie’s mom knew all about Sam getting into trouble and being grounded. Sam had to tell Jessie the whole story when he told Jessie that he would not be attending his party.
A startled Mrs. Andrews said that he did indeed look awfully cute in those pajamas. By now all of Sam’s friend were crowding around the door behind Jessie’s mom to get a glimpse at their completely humiliated friend. Some of the boys were pointing and laughing. Meanwhile Sam’s eyes welled up with tears once again. I asked Mrs. Andrews if we could step inside for a minute. She said by all means and stood off to the side as we all entered.
I took Sam to the middle of the living room and then I said: “Most of you probably know the story of how Sam got caught looking at my diary. As part of his punishment I got to pick out his Halloween costume this year. So I picked out a costume that would emphasize how childish and immature he acted in reading my diary. That’s why I dressed him up like a great big baby … all the way down to having him wear a great big baby diaper!” I reached down and patted the front of Sam’s sleeper causing the diaper underneath to crackle and crinkle. All of Sam’s friends howled with delight! When they settled down I continued on: “Now let this be a lesson to ALL of you. Whenever you do childish and immature things, you turn yourself into great big baby like Baby Sammie did.”
Then I asked the boys if they wanted to see something really cool. They all said YES! I asked Mrs. Andrews to turn off all of the lights in the house. Several of the boys jumped up and helped her turn off the lights. The boys all laughed and jeered little Baby Sammie when they saw his pajamas glowing in the dark. I asked them if they had ever seen such a cool pair of pajamas before in their life.
When everybody settled down I had Mrs. Andrews turn the lights back on. Sam’s face was bright red with embarrassment and anger. I’m surprised that we didn’t see his face glowing in the dark along with his pajamas. Next I said: “Now if any one of you ever have a sleepover, you be sure to invite little Baby Sammie to your sleepover. And be sure to INSIST that he wear his cute little footie pajamas, the ones that glow in the dark. This will serve as a reminder to both him and to you of what happens when you don’t act like polite young gentlemen.” I paused a few moments to let my words sink in and then I said: “Well it’s getting late and it’s waaaay past Baby Sammie’s bedtime, so I need to take him home and put him to beddie-bye.” Once again Sam’s friends started laughing since it was only a little past eight o’clock. I knew that they had rented a bunch of movies and were planning on staying up all night watching movies since there was no school the next day being that it was Saturday and all. Sam once again blushed and then I said: “But before I go, I want to take Baby Sammie around to each and every one of you and I want him to give you a hug and a kiss good-night. Now when you give Baby Sammie a hug be sure and pat him on his bottom. He really likes it when you pat his diaper.” I then drug Sam from boy to boy and each one of them hugged him and patted his diapered bottom, although none of the boys were brave enough to give him a kiss.
After that all the girls and me said good night and we drug a thoroughly humiliated Baby Sammie back home.
As we entered the house everyone asked Baby Sammie if he had fun trick or treating. He just stared at them with a look on his face that clearly showed that he had never been so humiliated in all his life. I announced that it had been a very busy and event filled day for little Baby Sammie and that I was sure that he must be completely exhausted. I told everyone that I was going to take Sammie upstairs and give him a bath, change his diaper, give him his night-night bottle and put him to bed. I then asked if anyone would like to help out with his bath. The same six girls that went trick or treating with me all eagerly volunteered for the assignment.
Upstairs in the bathroom I cut off the cable tie on Sam’s sleeper. I unzipped his sleeper for him and helped him remove it. It was a little tricky pulling the right sleeve of the sleeper over the wrist strap. The girls just stared in amazement when they saw Baby Sammie standing there in front of them wearing nothing but his diapers. I untapped and removed Sam’s first and second diaper and carefully set them aside for later. As expected his third diaper was wet. I made a big deal out of it. I said: “Oh look everyone! Baby’s diaper is SOAKED!” All of the girls busted out laughing at poor wet Sammie. I removed the wet diaper and put it in the trashcan. Next I helped Sam into the bathtub and had him sit down. In our bathtub there is a metal rod right above our soap dish. I wrapped Sam’s wrist strap around the metal rod and then secured it using the padlock. I put the stopper in the tub and began filling the tub with hot water. We added bubble bath and then Tiffany added several of my mom’s perfumed bath beads to the water. She said that she wanted to make sure that Baby Sammie smelled nice and purdy when he was done with his bath. The girls all laughed. As the tub was filling up with water I took the trashcan with Sam’s wet diaper out to the trash can outside and threw it away. As I went through the living room I made sure that everyone knew that Baby Sammie had soaked his diaper. When I got back to the bathroom I went over and sat down on the toilet and watched the show as the girls all took turns rub-a-dub dubbing little Sammie until he was good and clean.
When everyone was satisfied that Sammie was nice and clean we pulled the plug and let the tub drain. After the tub had completely drained we had Sam stand up and the girls dried him off. I then unlocked the padlock that held his wrist strap to the tub and drug a bare naked Sammie down the hallway to his bedroom. I took Sam over to his bed and made him lay down on his bed while I held on to his wrist strap. As he laid down on his bed the plastic mattress cover on his bed cracked and crinkled. A couple of the girls came over to investigate further. They pushed down on Sam’s bed and heard it crackle and crinkle themselves. Now I know that I should have just let go and let Sam keep his little secret, but I was on such a roll that night that I just couldn’t help myself. I looked at the girls and said: “Let’s just say that this isn’t the first time that Sam has worn a diaper to bed.” The girls all squealed with delight and Sam turned beet red and I think I heard him trying to cuss me out from beneath his pacifier.
I asked who wanted to do the honors of diapering little baby Sammie. Once again Courtney said: “ME! ME! Pick ME! Pick ME!” We all laughed and Courtney took one of Sam’s diapers and laid it under his rear end. She took the baby oil and spread it all over Sam’s buttocks and genitals. But now she was “contaminated” and had to turn the job of powdering Sammie over to another girl. Then a third girl stepped in and tapped the diaper closed. I told Melissa to get the X-acto knife out of my bag and bring it over to me. I took the X-acto knife and cut several slits in the front and in the back of Sam’s diaper. The girls all asked what in the world I was doing. I told them that Baby Sammie was a very heavy wetter at night and that I was going to double diaper him, but that there had to be a way for the excess pee to flow from the first diaper to the second diaper. Once again the girls all laughed at poor, pitiful little Sammie. Then Melissa did the honors of taping another diaper on to my completely humiliated little brother.
After he was diapered the girls all helped in oiling and baby powdering little Sammie from his neck down to his toes. Next I had the girls get a couple of pairs of socks out of Sam’s dresser. I told them that we wanted to make sure that his widdle footsie wootsies didn’t get cold in the middle of the night. The girls quickly had two pairs of socks on Sam’s feet.
I was getting ready to put Sam’s sleeper back on him when Rebecca spoke up. She slowly said: “When my nephew Brandon was little he had a real problem with sucking his thumb. Finally my sister started putting socks on his hands at night to keep him from sucking his thumb.”
“What an EXCELLENT idea!” I said. I had the girls get another three pairs of socks out of Sam’s dresser. I had to remove Sam’s wrist strap in order to put the socks on his hands. Before removing the wrist strap I held up his paddle and told him that he had better not try any funny business … or else! Being out numbered six to one I was pretty confident that he wouldn’t try anything foolish. As two girls worked on his right arm, two other girls worked on his left arm at the same time. In no time flat Sam had three pairs of socks covering his hands and running all the way up past his elbows. This rendered his fingers and thumbs completely useless. The girls all stood back and looked at the helpless lad laying on his bed. Once again little Sammie started to cry. I then said: “Hmmm … White socks with a black sleeper. No, no I just don’t think that’s going to work.” I went to Sam’s dresser and pulled out a pair of his black dress socks. The girls quickly put the black socks on Sam’s hands. He now had four pairs of socks on his hands. I then asked the girls how were we going to make sure that Sam didn’t somehow try to remove his hand socks before morning. I got out the cable ties that my mom had bought, but they were too small to go around Sam’s wrists. Then one of the girls asked why we couldn’t just put two cable ties together. I tried it and it worked like a charm We put the cable ties around Sam’s wrists and pulled them nice and tight and then cut off the excess.
At last it was time to put Sam back into his sleeper. The girls all helped, each one grabbed a limb and forced it into the appropriate opening in the sleeper. I zipped up the sleeper and once again secured the zipper with another cable tie. Not that Sam could have unzipped his sleeper anyhow, with all of those socks on his hands and all.
Realizing that Sam was going to be plenty warm in his sleeper and with multiple pairs of socks on his hands and feet, I had the girls remove all of the blankets and sheets off of Sam’s bed. After all, we could use the extra blankets and sheets downstairs in the living room since several of the girls were going to spend the night. Next I looped Sam’s wrist strap around the middle of his footboard just like my mom had show me the night before. I then had Sam lay down on the bed as I put the wrist / ankle strap around one of his ankles and buckled it up to secure him to the bed. I told my whimpering little brother that since several of my friends were going to be spending the night that I didn’t want anybody worrying about rather or not my pesky little “baby” brother might come wandering downstairs in the middle of night while everybody was fast asleep. I said: “This way everybody will sleep safe and sound, without any unnecessary worries.”
I then asked who wanted to give Sam his ba-ba. Once again all six girls volunteered. I thought for a moment and then said that they could all take turns. I was already planning on giving Sam two bottles of milk that night. After all, he was a growing boy! I decided to go ahead and add a third bottle so that each girl could give Sam a half a bottle each. We quickly decided who would go first, second and so forth. The first girl, Tiffany, waited in the room with Sam while I went downstairs to make up his bottle. The other girls left the room as well and returned to the party.
Downstairs in the kitchen I filled Sam’s bottle about three-quarters full of milk. Next I took a baggie of white powdery substance out my mom’s flour canister. Earlier in the day Melissa and I had taken a couple of sleeping pills and put them into a baggie and then used a hammer to crush them up into a fine powder which we then hid in the flour canister. I added about half of the finely ground powder to Sam’s bottle and put the top back on it and shook it up real good. I then took the top off and filled the bottle up with milk. I put the nipple back on and shook the bottle up as I took it upstairs to Tiffany.
Back in Sam’s room I first of all cut the fishing line that had held Sam’s pacifier securely in place for so long. He opened and closed his mouth several times now that the oversized pacifier was removed. I handed the bottle to Tiffany. She sat down on Sam’s bed and then had him put his head on her lap. She held the bottle with one hand for him and then began singing him some lullabies as she gently rubbed his chest and stomach. At first Sam looked very apprehensive, but as Tiffany sang to him I could see him relax. It again appeared that he was enjoying the whole “baby” treatment. Once I saw that Sam had chilled out I quietly left the room.
After about 10 minutes Tiffany came downstairs with a half full baby bottle of milk and handed it to Erin and told Erin that it was now “her turn”. When Erin had finished she brought the empty bottle back to me. I went into the kitchen and made up another bottle for Sam. I made sure to add the rest of “my secret ingredient” to his bottle. I took the bottle back to the living room and asked who was next. Jessica raised her hand and I gave the bottle to her and she disappeared upstairs. This continued until all six girls had taken their turn at giving my little “baby” brother his night-night ba-ba.
I took the empty bottle and washed it out and filled it with water. I took the bottle back upstairs to Sam’s room. By the time I had gotten to Sam’s room the sleeping pills had taken effect and he was already asleep. It was also a very emotional draining evening for the young boy, so he was probably wore out just from the events that had occurred during the last couple of hours. I stood there and watched him sleeping so peacefully. He sure did look awfully cute wearing that pair of footed pajamas. Finally I rubbed his stomach to wake him up a little bit. He tried to rub his eyes with his sock covered hand. I told him that if he got thirsty in the middle of the night that I was leaving some water for him there on his end table next to his bed in his baby bottle. He thanked me and then I gave him a kiss and told him: “Goodnight Sweetheart”. He said goodnight back and I turned to leave the room. I stopped at the door and turned off the light. I had to take one last look at my many hours of painting. I stood there for several minutes and just stared at the glowing outline of little Baby Sammie. He looked like a firefly on steroids! Finally I just shook my head in disbelief and left his room.
Well that was over two weeks ago and since them my little brother has earned himself a new nickname. Everywhere he goes now people say things like: “Hey Look! It’s Pajama Sam” and “Hey Pajama Sam! How’s it going?” At first he would get real embarrassed when people called him Pajama Sam but now I think that he’s getting use to it.
As I think back on the events of that fateful Halloween night, I sometimes feel bad. That maybe I went too far and was too mean to my little brother. But then yesterday when I came home from school something very interesting happened. As I opened the door and came in the house I caught Sam out of the corner of my eye running up the stairs and to his room. I only saw him for a split second but I could have sworn that he was wearing those glow in the dark footed pajamas that I had made him wear on Halloween. I thought to myself that there was no way that he would ever wear those silly looking pajamas of his own volition. When my mom got home from work I asked her if she and dad could get Sam out of the house for a couple hours that evening. Maybe go out to dinner. My mom said that she would see what she could do. She was able to talk Dad into taking the family out to dinner. I declined the invitation and said that I had tons of homework to do and that I would fix myself some leftovers from out of the refrigerator. After everybody had left the house, I called Mike and he came over and helped me set up and hide his Internet web cam in Sam’s room. Mike then gave me step-by-step instructions of how to log on to the web cam and watch the show.
Then today after school I called Melissa and talked her through the instructions that Mike had given me so that she could log on to the web cam in Sam’s room. Once she had successfully connected to the camera I went downstairs and told Sam that I was going over to Melissa’s house to do homework and to have mom call me at Melissa’s house when dinner was ready. I wanted to make sure that he knew he was all alone in the house and that he didn’t need to worry about me coming back home unexpectedly.
By the time I had walked down to Melissa’s house Sam was already in his room and getting undressed. He pulled a diaper out of his dresser drawer and laid down on his bed and diapered himself. I yelled out: “I knew it! I knew he liked wearing diapers! He’s been wetting the bed on purpose just so that he can wear a diaper to bed every night”
After he diapered himself, he next pulled out those glow in the dark footed pajamas and put them on. I was dumbfounded! I said: “I’ll be dog-gone! The little freak actually LIKES wearing little baby pajamas!” Sam then went over and stood in front of the light to “charge” up his pajamas. He turned around and let the back of the pajamas soak up the light also. Then he turned off the light and just stared at his glowing reflection in his mirror. I then told Melissa: “Without even realizing it, I think we may have given little Baby Sammie the biggest thrill of his life back there on Halloween.” Melissa agreed with me. Next Sam started dancing in front of the mirror. Melissa and I busted out laughing at how funny his glowing silhouette looked as he spun around and gyrated when he danced. When he got tired of dancing he went over and laid down on the bed. We couldn’t see real good but it appeared that the glowing figure in front of was moving up and down on the bed.
“What in the world is he doing?” I asked.
Melissa watched for a minute and then said: “I’m not sure, but I think that he might be making love to his pillow.”
Together in unison we both said: “Eeeeeeeewweeee! GROSS!”
Like I said before, my little brother is soooooo weird!!!!!