From some of my previous stories one can see that my step-father was very strict and a strong believer in punishment. This is just another one of those many punishment experiences.
'Oh great,' I thought to myself as I laid there in the soaked sheets of my bed. It had been a week since I had a dry night. I was twelve-and-a-half, and it was embarrassing enough to be wetting the bed at that age. What made matters worse was the humiliation my step-dad put me through. Every morning that week he had come into my bedroom for a bed-check. "So, you pissed the bed again just like a little baby," he would say. Then stripping me of my wet pajamas he would lie me across his knees and spank my bare, wet bottom with his hand. What a way to start off the day.
Dad (my step-dad) came into my room that morning and found that my bed was wet for the sixth night in a row. "When are you gonna stop acting like a baby and get up to use the bathroom like a normal kid your age?" He pulled off my wet pajama bottoms and pulled me across his knees. He began smacking my 12-year-old bare, wet butt like there was no tommorrow.
"Ow dad, please stop! I promise I won't wet the bed anymore," I pleaded.
"You got that right because I intend to do something about it," he said as he continued to spank me. On the previous mornings that I had wet the bed he only gave me about twenty swats, which was enough to leave me sore and crying. He doubled it on this particular morning.
After the spanking he spread my bottom and lubricated my butt-hole with his finger. Then he slid a thermometer on up and held it there for a few minutes with me still lying across his lap. Both my mom and step-dad always took my rectal temperature, so this wasn't anything new, but I always hated it. He finally pulled the thermometer out. "Just as I figured, you're not sick," he said. He gave me a few more swats on my bottom and then told me to get dressed.
It was a long day. My step-dad wouldn't let me go out due to my bedwetting problem. He was gonna punish me anyway he could to get me to stop. I wanted to tell him it was his fault for me wetting the bed. Sometimes when I got up to go to the bathroom during the middle of the night I would wake him, or my baby brother, and he would get mad and yell at me for not being quiet. It was impossible because he was a very light sleeper. I wasn't wetting the bed on purpose for fear of getting up to go to the bathroom. I was wetting during my sleep, but I still blamed him for it.
That evening after dinner the family sat in the living room watching t. v. as we usually did. At around eight o'clock my step-dad stood up from the couch. "Jaime, come with me," he said without saying anything else. I followed him up to my bedroom and next to my bed I noticed a large, carboard box. He went over to the box, opened it, and inside was a large supply of nappies. "Since you have continued to wet the bed like a baby, you're going to wear a diaper just like a baby."
I was extremely horrified. "No way! I ain't wearing no diaper!" I yelled and tried to run.
Dad grabbed me by the arm and whacked me a few times on the seat of my pants. "You're wearing a diaper and that's that. If you try to resist I guarantee I'll make it so you can't sit down for a week."
I knew exactly what he meant. I was in tears as he firmly instructed me to lie back on my bed. He pulled off my shirt and then my pants and underwear. He pushed my knees to my chest and rubbed baby lotion and powder all over my bottom and on my butt-hole. He then rubbed some all over my hairless _c_o_c_k_ and balls. He pinned a diaper on and put some plastic pants on over it. Never had I felt so humiliated in all my life. I hated him!
Dad would take off my diapers every morning and put them in a diaper pail beside my bed so that everyone could see it. Then it was over his knees for a spanking. He made me wear diapers every night for the next two years, but luckily the spankings for being wet stopped only a few weeks after it began.