Name: John

Age: 10

When I was nine I was sent to stay with my aunt due to family reasons 
for a few weeks during our long summer school holidays. Auntie was 
aware that I wet the bed and at home both my brother and I had to wear 
a terry nappy with an additional soaker pad folded to make additional 
bulk to soak up our wee wee, plus our plastics (larger than normal baby 
pants). On arrival I was asked if I wanted a drink because it was a hot 
day. I said yes. My aunt went to the fridge and came back with 2 baby 
bottles. One she gave to my 2 year old cousin who was sitting in his 
high chair, and the other to me. At first I refused to drink from the 
bottle but Aunt said that if I did not want to have my botty bared and 
be put over her knee for a smacking I had better change my mind. I 
could see from the mood she was in that I had no choice so I began to 
drink. While I was drinking my bag was opened and a nappy and soaker 
removed and got ready as it was early afternoon I said I only needed 
them at bedtime. "NOT HERE!" she said. "IT WILL BE 24/7!" I had no 
choice and was soon pinned up tightly and put into a tight fitting pair 
of plastics which were perfectly clear. Soon the drink that I had had 
meant that I wanted a wee. I asked if I could have the potty and was 
told no potty for anything, "What about poo poo?" I asked. "NO!" was 
the answer. I was told that I would be changed in the morning, at 4pm. 
in the afternoon and at night when auntie herself came to bed. Also for 
any misbehavior I would have my bare bottom smacked for 2 minutes at 
the 4pm change. There were very few days that I was not smacked. At 
first I did not like having to be smacked especially when my cousin was 
watching but did not worry after the second or third time. I was 
reluctant to mess myself, but auntie said "Have you?" at about 1 30 PM. 
If I said no she said, "you had better by 2PM, or you will get an extra 
minute." Shortly after she would give my botty a couple of sharp pats 
in the right place so that she could tell if I had messed. The threat 
of that extra minute over her knee always did the trick.. I was sorry 
when it was time to go home.

John  from Burton on Trent, England