Because of my encopresis, I got sent to reform school. I was considered 
to be addle-brained and backward. I still had to wear diapers because I 
was not allowed to wear boys' underpants because I still wasn't able to 
poop like everybody else, and so I wasn't allowed to pee, either. But I 
often would sneak a pee if I was left unsupervised and the opportunity 
arose. Often I would be used for jobs that the addle-brained could do, 
like mopping floors. I can't tell you how many times I peed into the 
bucket of mop water and then mopped those floors with it. What seemed 
like gallons I would try to hold in, and then I'd get the chance to pee 
in the mop water. Felt good, I can tell you that.

Or I would "Handle my weewee", which was specifically forbidden by the 
institution, and pee on the floor when I knew I was going to mop the 
floor anyway because it was quieter. I knew that if I got caught 
breaking the rules, I would be sent to "Uncle Ed", the official spanker 
and strapper in the punishment room. I was there almost every day for 
making a load in my diaper, and he would assign me a number of spanks 
with a heavy strap based on what rules I broke. He would sentence me 
like a judge, and often I would make a load in my diaper as he hollered 
"Twenty five lashes of the strap for peeing your pants, and fifty for 
being such a little crybaby diaper boy!"

Then I would be led to the table and ordered to remove my diapers and 
bend over so I could be beaten. So I knew better than get caught peeing 
when I wasn't allowed to, even though I could. But I still pooped in my 
pants. But even so, Uncle Ed wanted to see me every day for strapping. 
And as he strapped me, he expected me to take it like a big boy. No 
crying or talking was ever allowed, and the punishments were severe and 
horrible. And if Uncle Ed liked you, you were really in trouble. While 
spanking me, Uncle Ed would belittle me for being a diaper boy. He 
would ask me, "What do you do?", and my answer had to be, "I Stink, 
Sir", or else.

I'm not allowed to talk about what else Uncle Ed did to me, but he 
would get horny from beating me. So he was always looking for an excuse 
to keep me strapped down to his table. I wasn't the only one he liked, 
but I was one of his favorite asses to whoop. So when he decided he 
wanted a pool dug in his yard, he adopted me and two other boys who 
always seemed to need to be strapped. We were taken from our cells at 
the institution every day to Uncle Ed's house and made to work like 
slaves on a chain gang, digging out a hole for the pool and hauling 
away buckets full of dirt up a hill. We were all kept chained together, 
and we were only allowed to wear diapers, which we had to poop and pee 
in.

Uncle Ed let his twin 12-year-old sons, Zack and Cody, be our 
overseers. They were both allowed to wear boys underpants, so they were 
addressed as Master Sir by us diaper boys. The twins were in training 
to follow in Uncle Ed's footsteps. They demanded full obedience and 
were just looking for an excuse to sentence a diaper boy to a 
strapping. But they both looked identical, and none of us diaper slaves 
could tell one from the other. So Cody would try to convince us that he 
really was the nice twin, and that Zack was the one who beat the crap 
out of us. But they both liked to, and they were both just like Uncle 
Ed when it came to strapping boys' asses and using diaper boys as 
slaves, doing things I'm not allowed to talk about.