Summary: A boy is made to attend a new private school after being 
expelled from his public school, and after a wetting incident, finds 
out what the new punishment that was just passed in the school is all 
about...and what will happen to him when he gets home....

Punishment At St. Peter's Private Catholic School

The following is a fictional story about the punishment one naughty boy 
receives at an all-male private Catholic School, and how the punishment 
is carried out after he returns home that day. The school mentioned 
does not actually exist and any likeness to a school in the real world 
is unfounded and/or a mere coincidence.

It was an unreasonably hot and humid day, on the outskirts of a 
Kentucky highway, in the middle of September, as Ben Roth, a 13-year-
old boy, was on his way in a car driven by his mother, to another day 
at St. Peter's Private Catholic School for boys. Ben sighed as he 
thought of another day of boring textbook assignments, and harsh 
lectures by his monotone-speaking instructors. He also wasn't looking 
forward to another day in the crappy uniforms set forth by the school 
that he had to wear on a daily basis. He hated the plain cotton white 
button down shirts, and the dreadfully warm black slacks, and he 
superbly hated the red tie he had to wear around his neck everyday. The 
school also outlawed shorts, even on hot days such as this for no 
apparent reason, other than making the students miserable.

When Ben's mother heard Ben's sigh of disgust, she asked, "Ben Honey, 
What's the matter? Do you need to make a potty break?" Ben sighed again 
as he hated when his mother talked down to him, he was almost a 
teenager after all. Ben replied, "No Mom, I do not need a potty break, 
and please, I am thirteen, can you at least use the word bathroom, or 
restroom. Potty is a baby word." To which his Mom replied, "Well you 
know what happened last time you held it too long, and I am not buying 
you anymore new pants until at least January. Plus, you are still my 
baby boy, no matter how old you get. So, what's bugging you, kiddo?" 
Ben again sighed and said, "Please mom I am not a baby and that was an 
accident. I thought you said you would not bring that up any more? 
Besides, I am only a bit upset at the fact that I have to go to this 
boring private school. I wanna go back to Woodlands Public School, 
where all my friends are. I hate St. Peter's and my only friend is 
Corey, as all the other boys are mean or weird." This statement made 
Ben's mother pause for a moment, but then she replied, "I am sorry for 
bringing that up, but I want to make sure that something like what 
happened that day does not happen again. But, you know you are not 
allowed to go back to Woodlands, you were expelled for painting 
graffiti on the southern wall. I tried to defend you but they are dead 
set that you committed that misdeed, and this is the only school that I 
could find for you on such short notice, that would accept you." Ben 
replied hastily, "But I didn't write that graffiti on the walls, some 
older boys did, and when I was walking by they ran and I was blamed for 
it. I can't believe that nobody believes me." To which his mother 
replied, "I believe you honey, but this is the best I can do." Ben just 
sighed and sat in silence for the rest of the trip to his school, which 
was a 45-minute drive. He hated making his mom go out of her way to 
drive him everyday but no buses would come out that far to pick him up.

Ben just decided to look out the window for the remainder of the trip. 
He stared at the parched desert and sun baked highway for what seemed 
like an eternity before he saw his school in the distance. I was a 
large 3-story building painted a dark gray, and bleached white in some 
places, and surrounded by a chain link fence. It eerily reminded Ben of 
those prisons you see on TV, and it overall felt like a prison to Ben. 
Almost everyday, he was reminded by the look of the school, that he was 
here because he was charged with painting graffiti on the walls of his 
school and this was his punishment. He thought that this punishment 
could only be exceeded if they whipped him everyday, or gave him a 
lethal injection. He thought that even people in prison had a better 
deal than him.

His mother pulled their station wagon up to the front of the school, 
and as Ben was about to get out she said, "Be sure to use the bathroom 
before class, honey, remember what I said about that. Have a nice day 
at school!" To which Ben replied under his breath, as he exited the 
car, "Yeah, thanks a lot." And off he went; backpack on, up the stairs 
into the main building of the school. Ben decided not to heed his 
mother's advice, as he did not feel the need to relieve himself. So he 
decided to go to his locker.

He was putting things away from his bag into his locker, when Corey 
came up to him. "Hi, Ben." Corey said with the same depressed tone that 
Ben had been displaying that morning. Ben replied, "Hey Corey. 
Something the matter?" Corey said, "You bet there is. The school is 
enforcing some new punishment plan for our grade level this week. But, 
for some reason, only the parents and teachers know anything about it. 
They won't tell us anything." To which Ben replied, "It's probably just 
a threat. No need to worry about it that much." To which Corey 
answered, "I don't know, it seems pretty serious, they even opened up a 
new wing of the school for the purpose of the punishment. I was gonna 
sneak in to see what it is all about after third period, you wanna 
come?" To which Ben looked down and quietly replied, "I don't know, I 
am here because I got in trouble to begin with, I don't want to be 
punished again." To that Corey said, "Yeah I remember that now. You 
don't have to come, but I am going. I gotta know what's up." And with 
that the warning bell rang and Ben quickly closed his locker and said, 
"Have fun Corey, don't get caught. Be sure to give me the details, I 
gotta run, so, bye." Corey also said bye as Ben ran off to make his 
first period class just in time. He hated his first class, and its 
teacher, Mr. Rumpelt, but he managed to get through it. Next was 
science, which he enjoyed but it was lackluster at best, and then math, 
again boresville. As he left 3rd period, he felt the need to relieve 
himself but just shrugged it of, as he figured he would do it after 
fifth period, when he took his lunch break. But he couldn't help but 
wonder if Corey was at the new wing of the school checking out the 
details on the new punishment the school was going to enforce. Little 
did he know, Corey was already caught, and was receiving that 
punishment as he entered his fourth period music class.

Music was somewhat fun, even though he played the flute, and not the 
drums as he wanted to. But, he could not really concentrate on his 
flute playing, because he had started to notice the increasing need to 
relieve himself grow stronger with every passing minute. And the worst 
part was, Music was his longest class, and he didn't think he could 
make it. He started to count the moments as the conductor and teacher, 
Sister Trumpest, motioned for them to start their newest song. As Ben 
began to play his flute, his attention left his bladder, and he 
unknowingly began to wet his pants. When he had finally noticed, the 
pee had already left a noticeable wet patch on the inner sides of his 
slacks, and some of the other boys near him started to giggle at the 
sight. When Sister Trumpest heard the giggling she stopped the music 
and came down the row to see what was occurring. She stopped and me, 
and I turned deathly white. That's when she said, "Mr. Roth, just what 
do you think you are doing? Why are your pants wet?" To which in horror 
I replied as an uproaring laughter filled the room, "Because I peed in 
them." Sister Trumpest then told me to gather my things and head to the 
Nurse, which I did, in haste. When I got up, I noticed the damage. My 
pants were sopping wet, and the chair was also, and the walk out of the 
class was detrimental to my self-esteem, as everyone pointed and 
laughed. So I quickly mad my way down the hall to the nurse's office.

When I arrived at Nurse Doe's office, a lovely woman, with a soft, 
caring voice, that all the boys wanted to get with, greeted me. Nurse 
Doe quickly analyzed my problem by the look of my pants, and said, 
"Looks like you had a little accident there, Mr. Roth." To which, I 
just blushed and nodded. So she closed the door behind me, and told me 
to follow her, to a more secluded room. When she saw that we were 
alone, she proceeded to undo my pants, to which I said, "I can do 
that." And she replied, "No, I have to. It's the rules." So I let her 
remove my pants and soaked underwear, and she told me to sit, on the 
examination table. Then she left the room. As I sat there, I pondered 
what my mom would do to me when I got home. This would most likely get 
me a spanking, or I would be grounded. Both did not sound too good.

It seemed like hours had passed when Nurse Doe finally reentered the 
room, but in reality it was only a few minutes. I was still half naked, 
and when she entered she was carrying a brown paper sack, which I 
thought contained a pair of new clothes for me, and in the other hand 
she held a file. She reached her desk and put down the bag, and then 
approached me with the file. Then she spoke, "In accordance with the 
school's new code, I am authorized to give you the details of your 
punishment." To which I responded, "What punishment?" To which she 
replied, "The school has just adopted a new code to deal with 
troublemakers or those who make bad choices. You chose to empty the 
contents of your bladder in your uniform and on school property, and 
not in the designated area to which you are allowed to do this. Thus, a 
punishment must be followed through to be sure you do not attempt this 
again. The punishment is rather harsh, even for first time offenders, 
so we can make sure all acts from this point will not occur again." To 
which I replied, "I was never informed of this." To which she said, "We 
know. But, your parents were, and they had to sign a consent form, and 
your mother did." She showed me the file with my mother's signature 
before she continued. "In accordance with St. Peter's Private Catholic 
School for boys, I am authorized, in the case that a student, such as 
yourself, between the ages of 12-16, that willingly messes and/or wets 
their pants, or makes a mess of school property with such bodily 
fluids, to make sure all further bodily fluids be restrained from 
exiting the student's body in a way that does not please the code. 
Thus, I am to administer the corrective garments to make sure that the 
fluids are contained in a manner to our liking." She pauses, and I 
quickly ask, "Garments? You don't mean�" To which she replies, 
"Unfortunately yes, I believe what you are thinking does fit that 
category. But, since we are a school that has not had an incident such 
as this except for younger students between the ages of 4-8 years, we 
only carry those garments for those children, but you look small enough 
to fit them, so I must continue."

With that said, she goes over to the bag and pull out a package of 
Pull-ups, Buzz Lightyear smiling at me the entire way over. She 
continues, "Since this is your fist offense, you are only required to 
wear the training pants, and we will not diaper you fully until said 
occurrence happens again in a manner unfit to our liking. But, since 
the code is strict, I must inform you that all offenders will be moved 
to a different part of the school, one with facilities that are 
structured around your needs. I also must inform you that, if you had 
messed your pants also, or just messed your pants, without also 
urinating, I would have to skip this step and diaper you fully, but 
that is not the case. So, as soon as we get your butt into one of these 
Pull-ups," With that she opens the package and pulls one out, "We can 
get you situated in your new classroom. Do you have any questions?" I 
was shocked, I almost could not breath, nonetheless answer, so I just 
shook my head, no. With that she had me stand up and proceeded to put 
the training pants on me, and wouldn't, you know it, they fit 
perfectly, since I was on the skinny side and was rather short for my 
age. After she was done putting the Pull-ups on me, she said, "Well 
your shirt looks a little wet so I got you another one, and also, I am 
not authorized to let you wear anything over the training pants as part 
of your punishment, so the new shirt is a bit smaller." With that she 
changed my shirt, which did nothing to hide the fact that I now looked 
like an infant, and led me out into the hall, making me hold her hand. 
She led me to the new west wing of the school and through a number of 
doors. Luckily classes were in session so nobody saw me.

When we finally arrived at a door with no window labeled, P 401, she 
said, "This is your class, Punishment 401, please enter and give this 
note to the teacher." With that she hands me a slip of paper, and pats 
me on my rear end, and I open the door to my new fate. What I saw next 
shocked me.

Part 2 � Getting used to punishment�

I entered the room; slip in hand, training pants on, and short shirt 
covering just my belly button. When I entered, of course everyone was 
looking at me, along with the teacher. But, as I saw, I was the least 
punished of the group. Everyone was in diapers, short, tall, fat, or 
skinny, and all age groups, including Corey! He looked away from me and 
blushed fiercely. I proceeded to he teacher, gave him the note and he 
read it. Then he said, "Students, We have a new classmate, today. 
Please say hello to Ben. (I got a small hello). It seems Ben here wet 
his pants in music class, and now he has to wear the Pull-ups as a 
punishment. But, seeing as you are all fully diapered and in the most 
trouble, it seems Ben is the one who is least punished in this group. 
So no teasing, as he could easily do it back. Now I will have you sit 
in the back Ben." With that I go to the back desk, blushing heavily. 
"Now, we were all stating, as you walked in, why each of us are here, I 
believe we left off with James. Go ahead James." With that the heavy 
set, but small boy, who had red hair and freckles, and was wearing a 
Pampers size 6 diapers, complete with Barney designs, stood up. He then 
announced to the class, "Hi everyone, I am James, and I am here because 
I pooped in my pants and tried to hide them in the bathroom." The 
teacher responded, "Very well done James. Corey you are next. Please 
proceed." Corey stands up, he is wearing a Pampers Cruiser, with Elmo 
designs, and he says, "Hi, I'm Corey, and I am here because I was 
caught spying on the new punishment wing, and when I was caught I was 
so surprised that I well, I�" Corey looks to be choking back tears, but 
finishes with, "I wet and messed my pants." The teacher responds with, 
"very good Corey, and don't be upset, because all your classmates are 
here because they are either troublemakers, or because they have 
trouble with the potty." With that Corey starts to cry, puts his head 
down and sits.

The teacher passes him the tissues from his desk, and continues, "You 
are all here because you are in the beginning of your punishments for 
not using the restroom correctly. And, at this point currently, only 
Ben may ask for the potty when he needs it, as the rest of you must use 
your diapers for a week before you are allowed to be put back in Pull-
ups as Ben is in. Also, your parents have been notified of your 
accidents and this punishment will continue when you are at home. We 
have sent each of your parents the supplies to continue your 
punishments and an outline of the rules, and they will explain them to 
you when you return home. For now we will continue our lesson plan." 
With that the teacher continues on with a lecture about the human body, 
primarily the bladder and sphincter, so we can better understand our 
accidents and why they happened.

We were all listening attentively to our new teacher, when the final 
bell rang. Instead of letting us leave, the teacher leads us all to the 
back of the school, where our parents are waiting. I wanted to say bye 
to Corey, but he left in such a hurry, that I did not have the chance. 
When I walked up to my Mom's station wagon, still only wearing a Pull-
up, a t-shirt, and carrying my backpack behind me. I did not like the 
look in her eyes. I knew I was in for it. But, to my surprise, she said 
nothing, and just the back car door for me. When I motioned that I 
wanted to sit up front, she pointed to the back, and to my surprise, a 
large car seat. When I looked at her with a face of distraught, she 
simply said, "Babies who wet their pants are not allowed the front seat 
and must be securely strapped into their car seats." I blushed, and did 
as I was told, as I did not want to get into any more trouble. I 
climbed into the car seat, and my mother strapped me in, and closed the 
door. She then got into the car, started it, and we were off. Since it 
was at least a 45-minute car ride, I got bored quickly. So I just 
stared out the window, and I soon fell asleep.

I was woken up later by my mother saying, "Ben, Honey, wake up." So I 
slowly opened my eyes, and to my horror, as I adjusted myself slightly 
in the car seat, I felt a squishy feeling around my crotch area. I 
looked down and noticed that all the stars and planets that indicated 
the non-wetness of my Pull-up were gone, and I was now sitting in a 
very uncomfortable, and sopping wet Pull-up. "I must have wet in my 
sleep," I thought, "but I haven't done that in a long time. What is 
happening to me?" With that I started to cry softly, but my mother soon 
comforted me, by holding me in her arms, and she said, "It's okay baby. 
Don't cry. This happens to all babies, so you have nothing to worry 
about." That statement did not comfort me at all, but I did stop 
crying. But that's when I realized where we were. It wasn't home, but 
the local pharmacy that is close to my house, and to my horror, my 
mother wanted me to come inside with her.

I started to struggle with her, and said, "I don't want to go in, I 
don't have any pants on and my Pull-up is wet. Can't I stay in the 
car?" To which my mother replied, "No you can't, I need to have you 
fitted for some nighttime diapers by order of the school and I did not 
bring you any pants to wear so you will just have to deal with it." 
With that I gave up fighting her, as it might mean a worse punishment 
when I got home and she led me by the hand up to the pharmacy. I got a 
couple strange looks from some older people as I walked into the 
pharmacy, led by my mom in my condition, but the worst was from a 
little boy and his mother, when the little boy looked at me and said, 
"Mommy, look! That big boy wears the same underwear as me, but his 
stars are gone. When I lose my stars, I get a spanking. Do you think he 
will too, mommy?" and his mother replied, "Maybe, Scotty, maybe, but at 
if you lose your stars again, it's back to diapers, and I think that is 
where that boy is going." With that I blush very badly, and we walk 
past her to the diaper aisle.

An attendant is there, and when he sees me he asks, "Let me guess, 
Pull-ups not working for you so you need a better diaper, right ma'am." 
My mother nods her head and says, "Yes something for the night time and 
a lot of them. Preferably with children's designs." To which he 
motioned for us to follow him. He pointed to a package on the shelf, 
and said, "Goodnites are the latest craze for bedwetters, and they have 
these cute BMX designs I think your son will enjoy, but I do believe 
your son can also fit into these. They would be a bit tight though." He 
holds up a package of Curity Runarounds complete with Bear in the big 
blue house designs, and a package of Curity Ultra Fits Baby diapers, 
size 6, complete with a strip of cartoons running across the top. My 
mom looked at the packages and said, "Those will do, I will need about 
5 packs of each." The attendant just nodded and proceeded to check us 
out.

At the checkout counter, and older woman was ringing up our purchase, 
when she said to my mother, "He is so cute. I have a 5 year old who's 
having trouble with the potty as well. How old is he?" To which my 
mother just smiles and says, "Oh he's 13. Isn't that right Ben?" To 
which I nodded my head. The clerk got a puzzled look on her face, but 
continued with, "Well, some boys train slower than others, I guess." 
With that she finishes up our purchases, and we take them out to the 
car. But instead of get into the car my mother lays a towel on the back 
seat, and produces one of my Curity Ultra Fits from the bags, and tells 
me to lay down on the towel so she can change me. I look at her and 
say, "Here in public, please can't it wait till we get home!" To which 
she replies, "Look I'm not the one who pisses his pants at 13 years 
old, so lay down so I can change your wet diaper or I will have that 
lady in the store do it!" I quickly lay down, certain that everyone in 
the parking lot now knew what was going on. With that she pulls off my 
Pull-up, and puts the Curity diaper under my butt. "Lift up," she says 
and proceeds to finish by taping the diaper at the front with relative 
ease. "A perfect fit!" She exclaims with a smile on her face. With that 
I am strapped back into my car seat, and we are on our way home.

To be continued�