| Title: | A Dirty Little Boy | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Name: | Timmy | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Email: | Not given | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Gender: | Male | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Current Age: | 13 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Whom Story is About: | Myself | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Posting Date: | 03/14/10 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Summary: | I am now 13 and have been back in nappies and plastic pants since just before my 12th birthday. Known only at home now as the dirty little boy. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Deekerian Score (20 is max.) [?]: | 12 (60%) |
After a series of visits to the doctors, to discover there is nothing wrong with me. Mum told me the very next time I was wet or dirty I would be made to wear nappies. It was a week before my 12th birthday I got up and out of bed, Mum came in and saw my pyjamas and wet sheets. �That is it, you are going to wear a nappy from now on.� After rubbing my nose in the wet sheets and spanking me with her wooden spoon on my bare bottom I was put into nappies and pair of baby plastic pants. I tried to argue but was told, �You are a dirty little boy and this is what dirty little boys wear.� Mum left the room and I dressed myself. Everything made the nappy look bulky and it rustled when I walked. We went to church and it felt like everyone was looking at me. So I sneaked into the toilets and removed the nappy and plastic pants and put my trousers back on. By the time we got home my trousers had a wet patch. �Has your nappy leaked? Come here.� When Mum found I had removed the nappy she mad at me and spanked again with a spoon. Then she put a nappy on me with plastic pants. Then she went to my room and removed all my underpants and trousers. �Now you will just wear that nappy and tee shirt indoors and for outdoors. You will wear these.� She showed me grey, blue and black pairs of tailored shorts with elastic waistbands. �These are for going out in after school and weekends. To school you may keep wearing your school trousers.� So for the rest of the day I wore just the nappy and plastic pants and the tee shirt. I was changed again late afternoon and was wet and Mum showed my 17- year-old sister how to change me. I complained and cried and Mum shoved a dummy in my mouth. My sister changed my nappy and paddled my back side for wetting. �Now your sister will change you after school while I am at work and will change any other time when I am too busy. Play her up and she has permission to use the spoon on your backside.� I was changed again at 8pm and sent to bed. Next morning Mum changed wet and dirty nappy. My school was about 10 minutes away from home, so I walked. Mum came with me. I told her I can take myself to school, but she insisted she was coming with me. I ran ahead trying not to be with her. She didn�t say anything until we got to the school gate. �Now you show you can�t walk with me. I will have something else for you when you come home later.� I went to lessons and Mum went to see the school nurse. I wet twice at school and was changed by the nurse. When I got home my sister changed me and took my trousers away. I was left in just the nappy and tee shirt again. Mum came in around 6pm and called me. Next time we go out you will have these on so you cant run off like this morning. They were reigns like ones put on a baby but bigger. Around 7pm I was changed and sent to bed. This routine went on for week then the following Saturday was my birthday. Got up and changed into a clean nappy still with no trousers. My shock came when I opened the presents; it was more nappies, plastic pants, baby pins, talc, and another two dummies. Mother told that is what dirty little babies needed. This was also the start of school holidays and following day we flew to Spain for two weeks. At the airport I was going through security and the man asked my Mum why I was on reigns and why my shorts looked so bulky. She told him I had a nappy on. Sitting in the departure lounge Mum asked if I was wet. I said no. She pulled me in front of her then across her lap and pulled my shorts down. �You are wet and dirty. You dirty little boy!� She took me to the toilets and changed me. I was changed again on plane. When got the hotel room Mum removed the shorts and said, �You�ll have them back when we go out; the rules here are the same as home.� Next day Mum took me down to holiday club and told them I was in nappies. They explained they couldn�t change nappies and I would have to go the toddlers club if I need nappy changing during the day and that is where Mum took me each and every day for the morning. In the afternoon we went to pool. Mum would take off the nappy and plastic pants and put me in a swim nappy. In the evening we went to the hotel bar. One night I wet myself and Mum pulled my shorts down and changed me in front of everyone, because I cried she put the dummy in my mouth for the rest of the evening. Back home after the holiday, Mum decided being put back into nappies wasn�t enough so she now changes me in public after asking me what I am wearing I have to reply, �nappy and plastic pants.� Then she will ask why and have to answer, �Because I am a dirty little boy who can�t stay dry.� If I answer quietly I am made to repeat it. I am now not just smacked at each nappy change. At bed time I now caned with a stick like a garden cane. However many times I have wet, be it once or more, I get three strokes. Then sent to bed which is now just a mattress on the bed with plastic sheet on and a blanket to cover myself with no other duvet or proper sheets is allowed. At home I am allowed to wear the shorts indoors as well. All the seams between the legs have been replaced with popper studs so if Mum wants to she can change me without pulling the shorts down. At each nappy change I changed on a, oversized baby changing table then made to sit on a potty until I wee then put back into a nappy. I am now home schooled as the school I was at couldn�t cope with my accidents. My daily routine is the same every day. I am up at 7am on the changing table for nappy change then breakfast. Lessons from 8am until 11am, back to changing table. Mum undoes the poppers and pulls down then plastic pants and checks my nappy after changing me. Lessons until 1am nappy change and lunch. 2pm nappy check and changed into pyjmas for afternoon sleep until 3.30. Then back to changing table again Mum pulls down my pyjams and plastic pants then removes the normally wet nappy and changes me and re dress's me. TV until 6pm then it is dinner bath and caning then put back into nappy for bed. This has been my life now for just over a year and remain as such until I can control my bladder and bowels.