Kevin’s Story Summary: My nappy experience, from the age of 7 util present day. My name is Kevin and I am now 14 years old, but this started when I was 7 years old. I woke up one winter morning just as any other day. I got out of bed and noticed my pyjamas were wet as were the sheets on my bed. This was the second time this had happened so got undressed and took the sheets off my bed to hide them as I did last time. Just as finished stripping the bed my Mum came in and saw. So you wet the bed again did you she said to me. Again I said. Yes she said I found the sheets and clothes you hid last time. By now she was sitting on my desk chair and called me over to her as I got near to her she took me by arm and dragged me across her lap and I got a bare-bottom spanking, I cried my eyes out. I was ordered to stop crying or I would get more. I choked back the tears and started to dress myself, My mother told me to stop dressing and wait there for her. She reappeared 5 minutes later with a cloth nappy pins and pair of milky white baby plastic pants. I am not wearing that I shouted as I finished my words I got slap around the back of legs. Before I knew what was happening I flat on the bed with my nose being rubbed in the wet patch. Then I was turned over by my mother and proceeded to pin the nappy on me and then pulled up the plastic pants and tucked all the nappy inside. After which I was told to put on my school uniform and go down stairs from breakfast. Over breakfast my mother explained I would remain in nappies day and night until I had been dry for a month. If wanted the toilet I was to tell her and she remove my nappy and put it back on when I had been at school I was to ask a teacher. If I wet myself I would be smacked as I had been that morning. If I was found without my nappy on I would be re-nappied and not allowed any trousers on. So that was my fate. My Mum took me to school and came in the classroom and told my teacher what had happened. The teacher told my Mum I wasn’t the only child in a nappy and I would be changed and each break time and lunchtime and letter sent home each day to let my Mum know how things had been. So at first break I was taken to the school nurse who pulled my trousers down. Then lowered my plastic pants, she removed the wet nappy and put a clean one on me. At lunch I was still dry as I was at afternoon break as well. At the end of school the teacher gave me a letter to take home. My Mum was at the school gate instead of her normal greeting of “Hello, have you had a nice day?” Her words were, “Have you wet yourself today? Is your nappy dry?” I didn’t answer, so she repeated herself and said, “Answer me.” So I told her I had wet once today but I was dry now. “Good,” she said. Once indoors she called me into the front room. “Come over her and pull your trousers down.” I didn’t dare disobey, so there I was, trousers around my ankles in just my nappy and plastic pants. The doorbell rang so my Mum went off to open the door. She invited the visitor in, so guessing they were coming into the lounge, I pulled my trousers up and sat on the sofa. By which time my mother was back. “I haven’t finished with you yet. Who told you to pull those trousers up? Come back here this minute.” I went over to her and she yanked my trousers down in front of the visitor (my mother’s friend and also the mother of my best friend) Then she pulled my plastic pants down. “I thought you told me your nappy was dry. So you are liar as well as a baby, are you?” Before I could answer I was back across her lap being whacked with her slipper. Then I was put back into a clean nappy and plastic pants pulled back up and told to go and change out of my school uniform. An hour later Mum came in and said, “Right upstairs to the bathroom you go, young man, and wait for me.” She came into the bathroom and told me to undress, which I did. Then she removed the nappy and plastic pants which were still dry after bathing. I was put back into a nappy and clean plastic pants. Then I was taken to my room and sent to bed. Mum said she would be in to check me when she went to bed. When she came back she pulled my duvet off me which did wake me. She then slipped my pyjmas down and pulled down the pants. My nappy was soaked, too. I was slippered again and changed. The next morning Mum came in my room told me to get up and undress. She changed my wet nappy and put a clean one on me after another whacking. This routine went on all week. I was never praised for staying drying but always whacked for wetting. On Saturday we went to town to do shopping, but before we left Mum warned me if I wet whilst we were out I would be changed wherever we were, in spite of who was watching. So we were down the high street and My mother stopped and asked if that was me she could smell. Before I could answer my trousers were down and nappy being changed. “I warned you,” she said, “and wet, didn’t you?” I got smacked as well. For all efforts this went on for years. When I was 10 she took me to the doctor who said I grow out of it given time. I am 14 now and still in nappies day and night. My mother still doesn’t let change myself. I still get smacked if I wet.