Regression of Charlie Summary: Charlie, 14, gets in trouble with the law and ends up being treated like a baby by his fed-up father. Part 1 Charlie was a _c_o_c_k_y fourteen year old. He had no choice but to be. Despite his fourteen years on the planet, he could still easily pass for ten. His body was entirely hairless and his penis was short and thin. Even erect, he could only reach the four-inch mark. While this fact made him very humble in the showers after gym class, it fueled his attitude at all other times. He felt the need to overcompensate for his shortcomings, and as he reached his fourteenth year, the 4 foot 11 boy started to rebel against all authority, talking back to teachers and disobeying his father. Charlie's dad had never used spanking as a punishment. He felt Charlie was a sensitive boy who needed to be nurtured, and his bad behavior was merely a symptom of his insecurities. When Charlie misbehaved, he would be grounded for a week or so, permitted from listening to music or watching TV. Charlie's dad had been widowed when his little boy was only three years old, and Dad always felt guilty about punishing Charlie too harshly, since he assumed Charlie's bad behavior was merely a symptom of growing up without a loving mother. Instead of disciplining him, Charlie's father would cuddle the boy, holding him in his lap and trying to compensate for his absent mother. Charlie loved the attention; he enjoyed being babied and truly needed to be held and cared for. However, he also took advantage of his father's compassion by acting like a baby who needed to be cuddled every time he got in trouble. Doing so allowed Charlie to have the best of both worlds. He could misbehave whenever he wanted and be rewarded by sitting on his Daddy's lap and being held close. However, as Charlie's behavior got more out of control, his Daddy began to reconsider his choice of punishment. The final straw was when Charlie was caught stealing. Charlie was a big hip-hop fan, but he couldn't afford to buy the Eminem CD with the paltry allowance his Daddy was giving him. So he decided to steal it from Sam Goody's. He was able to get the CD out of it's security case, and he slipped it into his jacket pocket. He probably would've gotten away with it if a security guard hadn't been watching by chance. The alarms didn't go off as he exited the store, but as soon as he passed through the security gates, the guard who had spotted his thievery stopped him. Charlie's jaw dropped when the man approached him, and he wet his pants as the man revealed he had seen him stealing the CD and he was now in deep, deep trouble. Charlie was incredibly embarrassed by the scene; crowds of people were staring at him as he was escorted by the security guard back into the store, soaking wet from the waist down. The security guard chuckled to himself as he walked Charlie to the stockroom of the music store. It was always fun to catch boys in the act of stealing, since it humiliated them so badly. That this little boy had peed on himself in the process just made it that more entertaining. "So little boy, you thought you could steal from us and get away with it?" "I'm s-sorry sir," Charlie sobbed, "Please don't send me to jail." "We're not going to send you to prison, boy," the security guard laughed. "We're going to call your parents, and let them punish ya. Do you always pee on yourself when you get in trouble, baby boy?" "I'm not a b-baby," Charlie cried. "It was an accident." "I bet you pee yourself all the time, little boy" "I d-don't, I s-swear sir. I'm not a little boy. I'm fourteen years old!" "Fourteen?!? Ha! You look like you're ten years old. You're more of a baby than I thought. Who still wets their pants at 14? You should be in diapers, boy." Charlie was absolutely humiliated. He knew he looked younger than he was, and his wet pants only reaffirmed that he was very immature for his age. At least he knew his Daddy would understand. He felt bad for stealing, just because the guard had embarrassed him so much, but Daddy would make everything okay. He would clean him up and hold him, and make this nightmare end. As the security guard called his Daddy, Charlie found himself anxiously waiting for his Daddy to arrive. Sure, he'd be mad, but his Daddy would protect him from this mean security guard and save his little butt again. Part 2 Charlie felt ashamed and scared as his Daddy drove him home from the mall. He had never seen his Daddy this angry. Daddy didn't utter a word to Charlie when he arrived at the scene of the crime. Looking at his teenage son in wet pants, who looked like a grade school child, Charlie's father couldn't be more disgusted. His son was still a little boy. He couldn't allow Charlie to get away with misbehaving this time. He pleased the security by assuring him that Charlie would be firmly punished. Charlie had assumed that this was an empty promise, meant to get him out of the store without punishment, but he was wrong, just as he had been when he thought he could get away with shoplifting. Charlie's apprehension grew as the car ride continued in complete silence. Nervously, Charlie broke the quietness. "Daddy, I'm sorry I stole that CD. I'll never do something so stupid again." Charlie's Dad remained silent. "Please don't be mad, Daddy. I'm really, really sorry." Daddy looked at his son and knew his remorse was not caused by his bad behavior. Rather, Charlie was just upset that he had gotten caught. He looked in Charlie's blue eyes and felt a tinge of pain in his chest. He loved this boy more than anything in the world and dreaded having to punish him. His instinct was to pull the childish teen onto his lap and cuddle him, kiss his little forehead and tell him that his Daddy still loved him. But Charlie's shoplifting conclusively proved that the sensitive approach wasn't working. Though he had never done it in the fourteen years he was a father, he had no choice but to take Charlie over his knee and spank him like the errant little boy he was. Daddy finally broke his silence. "Charlie, I can't begin to tell you how disgusted I am with you." "I know you are, Daddy, I'm sorry, I really am sorry, please let me--" "Shut up, boy." Charlie was startled by his Daddy's unusually aggressive tone and complied. "Charlie, I thought that I was doing right by being lenient with you. I know you still miss Mommy and I've been trying to be both a mother and father to you since you were three years old. I love you so much that I've just wanted to hold on to you. If I lost you like I lost Mommy I wouldn't be able to go on." Charlie hung his head and fought back tears as his Daddy told him how much he loved him. He was sure now that everything would be okay. Daddy pulled into the driveway of their secluded country home and parked the car. He saw his son trying not to cry, but when the two made eye contact, Charlie's tears flowed freely. Daddy told the boy to stay in his seat as he exited the car. Daddy walked around to the passenger side door and opened it. He unbuckled Charlie's seatbelt and picked the boy up. Holding his boy close to him in his arms, Daddy carried Charlie into the house, rubbing his back and soaking up the young boy's tears with his shoulder. Charlie was fourteen years old, but he looked like he was ten, and at the moment, cradled against his big father's chest in damp pants, he felt like he was a five year old little boy. The warmth of the moment felt wonderful to Charlie, and he was sure that Daddy had forgiven him for his grievances. In a sense, Charlie was right. He would always have his father's forgiveness, no matter how horrible a transgression he made. But Daddy hadn't forgotten his only child's crime, and he knew that Charlie had to be spanked if he was going to learn his lesson. As they entered the house, Charlie's tears subsided and his Daddy laid him down on the couch. Daddy rubbed his boy's tummy for a few minutes, continuing to calm the boy down before his impending spanking. Of course, Charlie knew nothing of this upcoming punishment. As he composed himself and tried to sit up, Daddy pushed him back down onto the couch. A startled Charlie inquired what was going on. "Why can't I get up, Daddy? I want to change my clothes and go to bed." "Charlie, you're not off the hook for what you've done today. I'll always be here to hold you when you're upset, but the fact is you broke the law today, not to mention the little trust I still had in you." Charlie felt himself blush as he realized just how disappointed his father was. He loved his Daddy and was sad that he had let his hero down. "How long are you going to punish me, Daddy?" Charlie asked hesitantly. "I imagine about 20 minutes or so." Charlie gave him a bewildered look. His groundings were always at least two or three days, and he had expected a much longer punishment because of the severity of the crime. Physical punishment hadn't crossed his mind. "You're only going to ground me for 20 minutes?" This was too good to be true, Charlie thought to himself. "I'm not going to ground you at all." "What?" Charlie uttered, his mind trying to comprehend what was going on. "It's obvious to me that grounding you is ineffective," Daddy said. "So I'm going to try a new approach. This time, you are going to be spanked." The color drained from Charlie's face. Daddy had never spanked him before. This couldn't be happening. Suddenly, he felt incredibly helpless, lying on his back on the couch, in urine-stained pants, with his Daddy holding him down. "Y-y-you're going to s-spank me?!?" "Yes I am, and I think it's long overdue. Maybe I can beat some sense into you, not to mention some bladder control." Charlie grimaced at the remark. He had hoped his Daddy hadn't noted the drying stain on his pants, and now he knew he had. "Please don't spank me Daddy. I promise I'll be good!" Charlie's eyes brimmed with fresh tears as his Daddy pulled him off the couch and onto his lap. "I'm sorry, baby, but it has to be done. I can't have my little boy stealing from stores when I'm not around to look after him. Now let's get those wet pants off of you." Charlie grimaced as his Daddy unbuckled his jeans and slipped the wet pair of jeans off of his body. His Daddy then pulled the t-shirt over his boy's head and threw it aside. Charlie felt very ashamed, sitting on his Daddy's lap in white briefs stained yellow in the front, smelling of stale piss. He prayed that his Daddy wouldn't take his undies off. He already felt like a little boy; having his Daddy see his immature penis would only make it worse. "I can't believe you pissed yourself, son. You look like you should still be in grade school." Charlie cried harder as his Daddy examined his piss-stained briefs. He was embarrassed by the little bulge his tiny penis and balls made, and was clinging to hope that his boyhood wouldn't be exposed. "Well, it's not healthy to have those wet underpants on your skin. I guess they should come off also." Charlie felt his humiliation grow as his father pulled off his wet briefs. His shame was complete as his hairless equipment was exposed to his father for the first time in years. "Well, son. I see why you like to be cuddled like a little boy. It's clear that you still are one. No wonder you're misbehaving so badly. You obviously resent me treating you like a teenager. Well that stops here." Daddy turned Charlie around, exposing his boy butt, and placed him firmly over his knee. Part 3 The smacks came quickly. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Charlie cried out in shame and pain as his Daddy slapped his bare behind for the first time. He couldn't believe that his Daddy would do this to him, a big fourteen-year old boy. "I'm sorry Daddy! I'll be good!" But Daddy kept spanking, ignoring the cries of his wayward son, knowing that this was the only way to get through to him. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Charlie tried to wiggle free, but Daddy had a firm grip on his little boy. Charlie was hysterical, screaming and coughing and choking on his tears. "P-p-please Daddy, please stop!" This fourteen-year old boy, who didn't look a day over ten, was sobbing like a toddler. His piss-stained briefs had long been kicked off. He was a helpless little boy at the mercy of his Daddy. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Daddy decided that Charlie had been spanked enough, though the boy didn't realize the spanking had stopped until two minutes after it ended, he was screaming so loudly. Daddy picked Charlie up off his lap and stood him up in front of him. Charlie quickly moved to cover his little penis with his hands. "Put your hands at your side, boy," Daddy said sternly. "Y-y-yes, Daddy," and Charlie complied, again exposing his boyish genitals to his Daddy. "Son, I'm sorry that I had to do this, but I think we both know that your behavior has gotten out of control. I want to treat you like an adult, but you're clearly just a little boy. You need boundaries." "But Daddy, I'm fourteen," Charlie whined. "You may be fourteen years old, but you're still just a little boy." Daddy guided a naked Charlie over to the mirror in the hallway. "Look at yourself. You're not even five feet tall. You don't have a hair on your body below your neck. You're still a little boy." "But....but" "No buts. I made a mistake when I tried to treat you like a mature young man. You simply aren't ready for that kind of treatment. From now on, there will be new rules in this house." Charlie fidgeted nervously, no longer conscious of his nudity. "What are the new rules, Daddy?" "From now on, you will be treated like a five year old boy. As your behavior and maturity improves, I will consider upgrading your status. But as of now, you are just a five year old little boy and you will be treated as such." Charlie was shocked. He didn't know what to say. He could barely remember being five. What would this new life mean? Daddy sensed his boy's confusion, and answered this unasked question. "From now on, you will wake up and go to bed when I tell you too. Every night after dinner, you will be given a bath, where I will wash you thoroughly. And before you go to bed, I will powder and diaper you, as you are a little boy who cannot stay dry at night." "But.. I don't wet the bed!" Charlie cried. "Do you think I haven't seen the wet sheets you've snuck into the hamper? Who do you think does the laundry here? I know you've been having accidents at night. Be happy I don't keep you in Pampers all day. Judging by today, I'd have good reason to." Charlie sobbed quietly. He knew he was beaten. He was just a little boy, a fourteen year old with a ten year old's body, now being forced to live like he was only five. He looked down at his naked self, and realized with shame that his little wiener and baby balls were about right for a five year old anyway. He nervously looked up to his Daddy, and asked just one question: "Do you still love me Daddy? "Of course, I still love my little boy," his Daddy smiled, and picked up little naked Charlie and cradled him in his arms. Charlie was relieved, but still very nervous. Hugs and kisses were great, but what will being a little boy 24/7 be like?