| Title:
| Boys Who Act Like A Baby Will Treated As Such
|
| Name:
| Alex
|
| Email:
| not given
|
| Gender:
| Male
|
| Current Age:
| 14
|
| Posting Date:
| 03/22/09
|
| Story Contents:
|
| A- Post-toddler (4-8)* | | R- Sisters, other girls* |
| | B- Pre-teen (9-12)* | ● | S- Babysitters |
| | C- Teen (13-17) | ● | T- Masturbation |
| | D- Adult (18+) | | U- Sexual situations |
| | E- Cloth diapers* | | V- Gay |
| | F- Disposable diapers | | W- Erections |
| | G- Pee | | X- Bedwetting | ●
| | H- Poop* | | Y- Accidents | ●
| | I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* | | Z- Punishment/Diaper Discipline | ●
| | J- Multiple diapers* | | 1- Female Domination* |
| | K- Baby paraphernalia | | 2- Enemas |
| | L- Mother | | 3- Restraints |
| | M- Father | | 4- Crying | ●
| | N- Aunt | | 5- Spanking | ●
| | O- Uncle | | 6- Humiliation |
| | P- Brothers (diapered) | | 7- Babying | ●
| | Q- Brothers (not diapered) | | 8- Regression | ●
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
|
|
| Summary:
|
Treated like a baby because I wet myself.
|
My name is Alex and my story started 4 years ago when I was 10. I woke
up early one winter morning to discover I had wet the bed. I stripped
the bed and put the wet things in laundry basket and got dressed. My
Mum called me back upstairs about 10 minutes later.
�Did you put these wet clothes and bedding in the laundry?�
�Yes,� I replied. �Sorry, Mum I had an accident.�
I can see that she said and not for the first time, either. I went red
and just looked at her. Mum said, �I had noticed the soiled bedding and
soiled underwear from day time accidents as well.�
�Don�t worry,� Mum said. �We will sort this after breakfast. You do
your chores and I will pop downtown.�
Around mid morning Mum got back from town. She unloaded the car and put
some stuff in the kitchen and some stuff in my bedroom. Then took a bag
in the front room and called me in. When I went in Mum told me to sit
down and listen to her very carefully. These were the new rules I was
to live by:
�Firstly from now on you will wear a nappy with pair of plastic pants
day night until dry completely for a month. At home would be cloth
nappy and for school only disposable nappy but still with plastic
pants.�
Mum continued. �When you get up in the morning your nappy will changed,
and then you will shower and be put into a clean nappy. When your nappy
is changed you will be asked what state your nappy is in. If you like
you will smacked twice and then again smacked for wetting. You will
then be changed before each meal and every two hours through the day
when at home. At school you will report to the school nurse every break
and lunchtime for a nappy change. When you get home from school you
will changed again. The school nurse will send a letter home to tell me
about your nappy changes you will be smacked for wetting and smacked
again if the nurse tells me you played up. At bedtime you will be
changed again. Then, when I come up for bed I will check you again. If
you wet while we are out you will be changed and smacked. If we have
visitors the rules will remain the same. Do you understand all I am
saying to you?�
I just nodded. I couldn�t believe this was going to happen to me.
�Right,� she said. �Come here to me. I went and stood by her side.
�Take your trousers and underwear off,� she told. I made a mistake
there and refused. Next thing I knew my sweatpants were down and I was
across her lap being given the spanking of my life.
�Don�t you ever disobey me again she said I will not stand for it!�
I was then told to lie on the floor, which after that spanking I did.
Still crying Mum pulled my legs in the air and pinned on this thick
terry nappy and then pulled on the plastic pants and tucked all the
nappy in.
�Right,� she said. �That�s it, you�re done. You can dress now,� and I
did. �If you want the toilet you come and find and will remove your
nappy so you can go.�
About an hour later Mum called me downstairs and said, �We are going
out now. We still have more shopping to do.�
I came down stairs standing in the hallway getting my coat on and Mum
said, �Not so fast, young man. Is your nappy wet or dry?�
�It is dry,� I replied.
�Good,� she said. �Pull your trousers down and show me.�
I lowered my trousers and Mum put her finger just inside the baby
plastic pants and said, �Good boy� and patted me on the head. Once
downtown Mum parked the car and we went into the shopping mall. We went
in to the clothing shop Mum said we had to buy new school uniform for
me. Having picked up all the uniform bits we went to changing rooms as
they all had be tried on. When I took my trousers off Mum saw my nappy
was wet so changed me into dry one and smacked the back of legs twice.
After shopping which took about two hours we went to McDonald�s and
were standing the queue when Mum said, �I can smell urine. Have you wet
yourself?�
�No,� I said. �I am dry, honest, Mum.�
Mum pulled the front of sweatpants and felt.
�You dirty little boy!� She said, and took me by my hand to the baby
changing room where she changed my nappy and smacked me for wetting and
telling lies.
We got home around 5.30pm. We were watching TV and around 7.30pm Mum
said, �Are you wet. No I said, she checked my nappy which was dry good
boy she said.
At 9pm Mum said, �Young man, upstairs we go and get you ready for bed.�
�I am not a baby,� I replied. �I can get myself ready for bed.�
Mum grabbed me pulled my trousers down and whacked my legs three times.
�Don�t you ever answer me back again! I warned you what would happen if
you disobeyed. Now get up those stairs and stop that crying this
minute!�
Once upstairs Mum removed my nappy and put on clean one after spanking
me again for wetting. I cried myself to sleep. About 11.00pm I was
awoken with my mum pulling back the bed clothes.
�Lift your legs up,� she said. I did and she pulled my pyjama trousers
down then took the plastic pants off.
�You are dry,� she said. �Well done.�
Then she ordered me to go sit on the toilet and do a wee. After that
she put a nappy back on me with plastic pants. The next thing I knew
was daylight coming in, it was morning already. I got up out of bed as
I did Mum came in and told me to take my pyjamas off and changed my wet
nappy and after spanking and shower she put a fresh clean nappy on a
pair of plastic pants with poppers on the side.
�That will make nappy changing easier while you are at cricket,� she
said.
�I am not wearing this nappy at cricket,� I answered back at, which she
swung me round and smacked me hard again.
�You will learn to obey without answering back!� She told me. �Now put
on your tracksuit and pack your cricket kit into your bag.�
I was in the junior cricket team, which means we played against other
teams once a week. We arrived at the cricket club as went to go into
the changing room Mum called back.
�Where are you off to?� she said.
�I said was going to change.�
�Not in there,� she said. �In here,� and pointed to the disabled
toilet. I went and Mum followed Mum checked my nappy which was still
dry. I got into my kit and went outside to warm up with the others. The
match started bout an hour later during the break Mum changed my wet
nappy and spanked me. After the game was over. Mum called me over.
�Before you go in that clubhouse we need to check you are you wet,� she
asked.
�Yes,� I said. I had wet myself after the normal spanking and clean
nappy we went to clubhouse.
The day I was dreading was soon here-- Monday morning, a school day.
Mum changed my nappy for a disposable one after breakfast. She reminded
me to go to the nurse at breaks and lunchtime. She gave me a note for
my teacher. Then we left for school Mum went off to the nurse and I
went to the classroom and handed the note for the teacher.
First break arrived I went to the nurse and I was still dry so went
outside to play with friends. So far no one had noticed but this
afternoon was PE. I had to get changed for PE and that�s when everyone
saw what I had on. I was called baby or nappyboy for months.
When we came out of school Mum was at the school gates waiting. We got
home and sat on my bed crying, mum asked, �What is the matter?�
I told her what I had been called and she said, �Well, stop wetting and
you won�t need nappies.�
I told her I hated her for doing this to me. Then she told me to take
off my uniform and she removed the wet nappy and spanked me for wetting
and then spanked me again for having the tantrum. The she put on a
clean nappy and told me to sit on the bed. She came back a few minutes
later with baby suit with poppers around the legs and put it on me a
white on with a rabbit on the front.
�That�s what you will wear at home from now on,� I was told. I didn�t
dare say no. I went downstairs in this baby suit called a onesie. Mum
called me for dinner and there was my next shock, a highchair big
enough for me to sit and I did have to sit in it while Mum fed me
mashed food. After dinner and another tantrum which resulted in
spanking. I went in the front room and put the TV on. Mum was there
seconds later and switched it off.
�No TV for babies,� she told me. �I have something else for you.� She
uncovered the thing that had sheet over it. It was a playpen, a huge
one! In it were toys and bricks and teddies. She picked me up and put
me in it and said, �This is baby area; this yours to play in.�
I started crying so Mum shoved a dummy in my mouth and told me to be
quiet. About 7pm Mum lifted me out the playpen and told me to go
upstairs where there was something else waiting for me. I entered my
room and my bed and furniture had gone a cot a changing table in its
place. I looked around my room and then looked at Mum.
�I hate you! I really hate you!� I said to her and started crying
again. Mum took hold of me put me on the changing table took off the
onsie and the nappy and spanked me for daring to talk to her in this
way.
�I have added new rules to your other rules. At home you are now to be
a baby. You will call me Mummy and nothing else. I had a letter home
from your school telling me your work is not up to standard and all you
are doing is getting into trouble both you and your friend Steve. So
from now on you will behave as baby until you learn how a young man is
meant to behave.�
I was then put to bed in the cot with a bottle of warm milk. Next
morning Mum came and lifted me out the cot and changed my nappy which
was wet but I didn�t get smacked this time I didn�t say anything but
Mum must have noticed my face and said, �I won�t smack you for wetting
because babies cant help wetting but you will be smacked for disobeying
rules or tantrums or answering back.�
Then she told me from now on and until further notice I was being
homeschooled. Breakfast was mashed up food fed to me while in the
highchair, then put into the playpen to play. After a couple of hours
Mum took me out of the playpen and put me on the floor and told me to
stay put. Once she left the room I got the TV remote and turned it on
Mum was there in flash and turned it off. Then put over her lap undid
the onesie and smacked me.
�That�s for disobeying me.�
She also changed my wet nappy. After lunch I was put in the cot with a
dummy for a nap. I must have slept becuase I was woken later by Mum who
was part way through changing my nappy. Then I was told because I had
been fairly good my friend Steve and his Mum were coming around. I
didn�t say anything but I was horrified. I didn�t want anyone seeing me
like this.
Steve and his Mum arrived and to my shock Steve was dressed the same
way as me. As our mothers told both of us, were getting into trouble so
we were both being treated like this until we learnt to behave. When my
Mum told Steve�s Mum how she was dealing with my wetting they came up
with idea to use it to teach both of us to behave. We were both put in
the playpen to play and told to act like babies. We talked to each
other about what was happening and saying it wasn�t fair.
Next thing we were both out the playpen both across our mothers laps
being spanked for not talking about baby things. Both of us put back
into the playpen we didn�t speak but played with the toys. About an
hour later both of us were changed into clean nappies and Steve went
home. I was put to bed.
This went on for months. Steve and I saw each other once week on
Saturday mornings. Now 14, we are both better behaved and back to being
regular teenagers But neither of us regained control over our bladders
at night so both still wear protection. Mum and I get on better now she
regrets the fact that I still have wetting problems and understands and
we are closer as mother and son than we ever have been.