Name: Brian
Ages: 14, 15, 16, 17

It's hard to imagine that this can be a true story but it is true and 
it changed my life .my parents have always been very strict with me if 
I was bad I could expect a spanking from my dad when he got home. My 
dad died when I was 14 and my mom was a wreck. I started to become a 
brat knowing that my dad was not there to spank me when I got home.

Once when I was 14 I was caught shoplifting and was brought home by the 
police I thought my mom was going to kill me. that night I received the 
hardest spanking I ever got. I did not know she could hit that hard. I 
cried like a little baby laying over her knee. I knew it would be hard 
to sit for awhile but that was not the end of my punishment. The next 
day I woke up to find my arms locked to the bed. I started screaming 
and my mom came in and all she said was, "my baby is up." She then 
brought out a diaper bag and took off my pants. I tried to move but I 
was locked to the bed.

"Mom, what are you doing? Let me go!"

That's when she pulled out the diaper. I went crazy. I was screaming 
and swearing. She smacked me across my now naked butt, my butt still 
being sore from last night; it felt like it was on fire. I shut my 
mouth.

"You have been acting like a baby. You can be my baby for two weeks. 
Your father would not approve of you being a brat to me and I have to 
do what I feel is best."

I kept my mouth closed so I would not be hit. She put the diaper on me 
and took off my shirt so I was only wearing a diaper. Then she asked me 
if I was hungry. I shook my head and I followed her to the kitchen. I 
sat down on some books so I was higher up.

The doorbell rang and that is when my Uncle Jack came in. I wanted to 
die. I tried to run away but he yelled, "Don't move! I am here to help 
your mom with you. I have heard you have been a brat to her."

My mom called me and said, "here is your bottle, drink it."

"Mom, I don't want to!"

Then Uncle Jack said, "you drink that bottle now or I will whip your 
ass faster then you can react!" I quickly took the bottle and started 
drinking it. I was so scared of him as he was a lot bigger then me and 
since my dad died he was very strict with me. My uncle left after 
breakfast and told my mom that if she had any problems just to call 
him.

After that my mom made me go play and I did as I was told. then I felt 
the need to go pee. I tried to go use the bathroom but the doors were 
locked. I tried to hold it but it just came out. I just started to cry 
and my mom came in. She said, "My baby wet his first diaper?" That was 
just the beginning. She bathed me and fed me, and she made me take a 
nap. She did this for two weeks and she did it until I was out of high 
school. Now I am 19 and she threatens me when I come to visit her, so I 
am always good around my mom and my uncle or step dad Jack.