Name: Oliver
Ages: 7

This is what happened to me at my Aunts and how I ended back in 
nappies.

I thought my mum was strict until I had to stay with Aunty Patricia for 
a few months. She has 3 girls – Mary, 2 years; June, 3 years; and 
Cathy, 8 years - I was not looking forward to been stuck with them.

Although I still needed nappies at night the only punishment mum gave 
me for having a daytime accident was to make me wear trainer pants for 
a few days – at Aunty Patricia's that really changed in every way as I 
quickly found out.

Not long after arriving we were all out in the car when I really needed 
to go and no matter how much I asked Aunty told me to wait until we got 
home. She said her girls were not making a fuss like me, so why can't I 
be like them. When I started to cry Aunty told me "be quiet and stop 
being a baby. Mary and June are not moaning about needing to go". I 
said that was because they had nappies on and were babies. Aunty told 
me to "Be quite or you will find yourself in nappies if I find you wet 
when we get home".

When we got home Aunty took us up to the nursery and while she changed 
Mary's nappy Cindy took June to the bathroom – June had trainer pants 
on and I started to follow them when Aunty asked me where I thought I 
was going and called me back. I realised she had seen that I had wet 
myself. Soon she had stripped me and before I could say anything I had 
a Pamper on me. I begged her saying I did not need a nappy but she just 
put a top on me, telling me I would be in for it if I tried to take my 
nappy off. She told Cindy to take me and her sisters to play in the 
garden, warning me of what would happen if I disobeyed Cindy. I wanted 
to know how long I would be kept in Pampers but she just said "wait and 
see. If you act like a baby that's the way you will be treated." It 
would have been hard enough to enjoy playing but I felt so ashamed and 
babyish having to wear a nappy. What made it worse was the teasing I 
was getting.

Some time later Aunty called us all in to get ready to go out. If I had 
felt ashamed or humiliated I was now to find out the garden was only 
the start. While she was getting June ready she told Cindy to 'check 
the babies nappy's' – meaning Mary's and mine. It was bad enough having 
to wear Pampers without Cindy treating me as a baby and I tried to stop 
her, but all that got me was a couple of smacks on my legs from Aunty. 
So I just stood there while Cindy checked my nappy and going on as if I 
was a baby like Mary. Having checked and telling Aunty I was 'a bit 
damp' she turned me around saying "Now lets see if you've done poopy". 
Getting a slap on my legs made me realise I better do as I'm told.

I was the last one to be dressed but Aunty had to go to find something 
to fit my Pamper and went to look in the clothes mum had sent with me. 
While she was away I needed to go to the toilet and thought I could do 
so before she came back but just as I took off my nappy Cindy appeared 
and started shouting for Aunty. I tried to run and hide but Cindy 
grabbed and held me until Aunty came.

"What did I say – I warned you," she said "Cindy fetch the strap". I 
started to cry and tried to tell her how sorry I was and that I would 
not do it again, but just then Cindy came running back with the strap 
and her sisters. Aunty put me over her lap and I felt the strap resting 
on my bottom as she told me "You will be sorry" "You won't do it again" 
"Now I'm giving you something to cry about" Then it started I don't 
know how many times Aunty smacked my bare bottom with the strap but I 
remember the stinging burning pain lasted a very long time.

I was then taken out as I was and Aunty clipped my harness to the back 
car seat beside Mary and we went to the shopping centre. My bottom felt 
as if it was on fire and I could not sit still and I made my mind up 
that I did not want the strap ever again. As I squirmed around I 
realised that I really needed to go but I was too scared to ask and it 
did not help that when Cindy saw this and said she thought I needed to 
go, Aunty just said "That's what your nappy's for".

By the time we got to the shops I was in real trouble because the pain 
was not helping me hold on. We were out of the car and Aunty was 
clipping walking reins on me and Mary when it dawned on me that I had 
nothing on over my nappy but I was to scared to object. Anyhow, I was 
too busy rubbing my bum to try to stop the pain. Aunty handed my reins 
to Cindy and we went into the shops.

Not long after I could not hold on any more and this must have been 
clear as Cindy told Aunty I was dumping. Cindy would not stop and just 
pulled me along as I did my poopy. Now I could not even rub my still 
very sore bum. But after a few hours of walking around the shops we 
went to Burger King and I suffered my worst shamed when I saw Aunty 
putting Mary in a highchair and I knew what was coming. Soon I was also 
sitting in a highchair and my sore bum causing me to squirm about in my 
poopy Pamper. After this we still had some shopping to do before going 
back home.

I never though I'd be happy to have a nappy put on me, but I was 
grateful to be changed when we got back home. As Aunty cuddled and read 
Mary and me a bedtime story I even enjoyed the bottle of warm milk she 
gave me. Before I fell a sleep Aunty said "I think it's best if you, 
like Mary, stay in nappies while you are with us." And she was as good 
as her word. I accepted this as I kept thinking about the strap – which 
I only got twice more during my stay.