Spanked For Wetting The Bed A big, beautiful stream surrounded by meadows and trees... it really made me want to pee. So I flew over to the stream and hovering above it let go. It was only half way through I realised that this was impossible, so I woke up to find myself pissing my bed. I was too shocked to stop, and the last bit dribbled out. My bed, briefs and T- shirt were soaked. I spent five minutes motionless in bed thinking of what to do, before my Mom walked in to start the day. "Time to get up, let's go," she said, happily. She pulled off the covers and her smile faded. "Sorry," I said lamely. I was so embarrassed, to be seventeen and wetting the bed again, the third time in a month. "Well, James..." she said, "would you like a spanking then?" Ever since I was thirteen, my parents decided I was too old to be mandatorily spanked when I did wrong. So they asked me how I would like to be punished. I asked to be spanked most of the time because it was over quickly and I could associate the pain with it. I thought about it for a moment then nodded. "OK, go straight to the living room and get ready." The process was easy for a spanking. I was to go to the living room and take off all my clothes. Then I was allowed ten minutes to get myself mentally ready to be spanked while my parents decided how many times I should get spanked and with what. Then after the ten minutes, they'd send in my twin brother, Robert, to administer my spanks while they watched to make sure it was done properly. After these particular ten minutes, I was sitting on the sofa with a cushion over my privates, as usual. Robert walked in with one of the biggest paddles, with my parents close behind. Robert was laughing that I had wet the bed. He sat down next to me on the sofa, and I turned myself over, expertly taking the cushion away at the last second so that I was over his lap. "Twelve spanks," my mother said. "Go on, Robert." My brother lifted the paddle and began to spank me with it. It made a loud noise and hurt from the very first one. Spank after spank, the pain started getting worse, but after a while I stopped feeling each spank, rather just the aftereffect of pain. Eventually, the twelfth spank came and went, and a few seconds later, my brother got a tube of lotion and squeezed a generous amount over my cheeks. He rubbed it in, soothing the pain greatly. That night, my brother was made to diaper me, and from then on, I was diapered every night so I could wet a diaper instead of my bed. But I was still spanked every morning if I wet my diaper, whether I liked it or not.