| Title:
| Tommy the Bully
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| Name:
| Bonnie C.
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| Email:
| not given
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| Gender:
| Female
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| Current Age:
| not given
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| Whom Story is About:
| Another boy I know or knew
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| Posting Date:
| 09/21/08
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| Life Periods in Story:
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| Post-toddler |
| | Preteen |
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| | Teen |
| | Adult |
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| Ages in Story:
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| Story Contents:
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| A- Post-toddler (4-8) | | R- Sisters, other girls |
| | B- Pre-teen (9-12) | ● | S- Babysitters |
| | C- Teen (13-17) | | T- Masturbation | ●
| | D- Adult (18+) | | U- Sexual situations | ●
| | E- Cloth diapers | | V- Gay |
| | F- Disposable diapers | ● | W- Erections | ●
| | G- Pee | | X- Bedwetting | ●
| | H- Poop | | Y- Accidents |
| | I- Exposed diapers | | Z- Punishment/Diaper Discipline | ●
| | J- Multiple diapers | | 1- Female Domination | ●
| | K- Baby paraphernalia | | 2- Enemas |
| | L- Mother | | 3- Restraints |
| | M- Father | | 4- Crying |
| | N- Aunt | | 5- Spanking | ●
| | O- Uncle | | 6- Humiliation | ●
| | P- Brothers (diapered) | | 7- Babying | ●
| | Q- Brothers (not diapered) | | 8- Regression |
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| Summary:
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When my husband's grandson's bedwetting and bad behavior could no longer be tolerated by
his parents, I decided to remedy the problem by my own methods.
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I am a 36-year-old former professional football cheerleader who is
married to a 71-year-old man who has a major problem with his 12,
almost 13, year old grandson named Tommy. This boy had been bullying
younger and much smaller boys at school, hiking up young girls� dresses
and had been cheeky to his teachers. In addition he has a bedwetting
issue that his parents have been trying to deal with. I told my husband
that the boy is in need of some strict correction and that he should go
back into diapers like a little baby. My hubby, somewhat surprised by
my enthusiasm, agreed and then asked me if I would be interested in
doing it. Little did he know but that was already in my plans so I
agreed to have the boy come and live with us for an unspecified amount
of time. I couldn't wait for the day he arrived. I went out and bought
diapers, plastic pants, baby oil and powder. I even bought a bib and a
couple of pacifiers. I was very interested in teaching this young lad
some respect through mild discipline and humiliation.
The day Tommy arrived I made him welcome at our house, showed him his
room and told him where everything was etc. But I also, in a loving
way, subtly let him know that I was in charge and I would not tolerate
any nonsense. I informed him that his bedtime would be 8:00 PM and that
we would prepare him for bed beginning at 7:30. He got angry that he
had to go so early but I told him firmly I would not tolerate any
protesting and that there would be consequences if he did. I had
already prepared his bedroom with very dim lights because I wanted it
to have a relaxed ambience so that he would not be too stressed when I
readied him for bed. At 7:30 on the nose, I took him by the hand
upstairs to his room and I told him to take his clothes off and lay on
the bed. He protested a little but he knew I meant business and he
obeyed. I then informed him in a very soft voice that he would be
wearing a diaper to bed. Something inside him instinctively knew that
he had better do what I said or maybe the thought of being diapered by
me excited him, I don't really know. I pulled out a large diaper and
placed it under him. I was inwardly amused by his tiny penis and little
balls that weren't much bigger than large raisons. I produced a pair of
thin surgical rubber gloves and slowly and provocatively pulled them
onto my hands while he watched and anxiously awaited. I applied baby
oil to his penis and testicles but again I took my time. I wanted to
prolong his torture. As I pinned his diaper in place he began to cry
quietly and I could feel his penis began to stiffen. I admit I enjoyed
his humiliation, thinking about the small boys he had bullied and the
young girls whose skirts had been lifted by this out of control little
monster. Well, no more. He was completely under my control now and I
could do pretty much what I wanted to him. Finally I got out a pair of
snap on see-through white plastic panties and lifted his bum to slip
them under him. I pulled the front part up over his diaper and I slowly
snapped the fasteners together.
The somewhat sharp sounds of the domes snapping closed were like a
clock ticking down as his dignity was reduced to nothing. I had tried
to get pink plastic panties but could not find them in his size. I
couldn't control the cruel half smile on my face knowing that the young
culprit had been brought to heel.
"Tommy!" I asked him quietly, "The girls at school, why did you want to
lift their dresses?"
By now he was dealing with two things, his complete degradation and his
sexual arousal which he tried like the devil to hide but could not.
"I...I just wanted to see their panties." he stammered.
I smiled and asked innocently, "Why did you want to do that, Tommy?"
"I don't know." he said regretfully.
"Could it be you like to look at girls' panties?" I inquired
seductively.
He half nodded and turned on his bed.
"So it looks like you're going to be my little baby from now on, at
least until you stop bed wetting."
He didn't answer. I guess he preferred to keep quiet. I stayed in his
bedroom until he was asleep. I didn't want him getting up to any
mischief in his aroused state.