Shane - Part 2

I woke up late the next day to Nancy knocking softly on my door. It was open, and she was standing in the doorway quietly calling my name. I immediately panicked as I felt the cold dampness at my crotch. It had happened again!

"Hey, sleepy head" she said. "What would you like for breakf -- " She must have seen the panic in my eyes because she broke off suddenly and said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing" I lied.

"Yes there is" she said, looking serious. She walked over to me and as she sat on my bed next to me she said, "Do you feel -- oh!" and she jumped back up and looked at the wet spot on her dress. I tilted my head back and squeezed my eyes shut, mortified.

"Shane!" she said.

"I'm sorry" I said in a panicky voice.

"No" she said calmly. "No, it's okay. Do you -- have you done this before?" she asked awkwardly.

"No!" I said, indignantly, but it wasn't true. It had happened yesterday during my nap.

"Just an accident?" she asked.

"Please get out" I said, looking at the floor, ashamed.

She turned to leave, then stopped at the door and turned around. "Shane" she said. "Did this happen at the hospital, by any chance?"

"No" I said truthfully. "Just go away! Please!" I wasn't trying to make her mad like before, I was just so embarrassed to have her there.

"I'm sorry" she said. "I just wanted to make sure it wasn't related to the accident." I panicked more as she turned to leave the room. What if the doctors had missed something? What was wrong with me? They had been worried about internal injuries. I wanted my dad, but my dad was out of commission for now. I was thinking about what he had said when I was in the shower the night before. I didn't want to rely on Nancy, but I didn't see that I had any choice.

"Nancy" I called just as she walked out the door.

She walked back in and looked at me questioningly. I looked at the floor and whispered, "It happened yesterday."

"I can't hear you, honey" she said.

"It happened yesterday" I said louder.

Her face went dark, and she walked over to my bed and stared down at me. I was forced to crane my neck to look up at her. "When" she asked sternly.

"After my nap" I said. "Or during. Whatever."

She reached out and stroked my hair. "Get up, Shane" she said.

I was wearing briefs and nothing else, and I was still under my covers when she said that.

"Now" she said, more sternly. I was afraid something was really wrong with me, and I didn't have it in me to argue with her just then. I pulled the covers back and we both saw the wide wet stain on my sheets. My shorts were almost see through and it smelled bad.

"Stand up" she said. I got out of bed and she started pulling my sheets out from the corners of the bed. "Throw those onto the sheets and go take a shower" she said, nodding at my shorts. I gulped, and she looked up at the ceiling in disgust and turned her head away from me.

"Do it" she said, facing me but looking at my bed.

I quickly pulled them down, threw them on the bed, and ran for the bathroom. Even though she didn't see anything, it was still humiliating to be naked in the same room with her; worse because she was pulling out my wet bed sheets.

When I came into the kitchen for breakfast I couldn't look at her, and kept my eyes on the table or the floor.

She pulled up a chair next to me and said, "Look at me, Shane."

I did as she said and she reached forward and gently took both my hands in hers. "We're going to the doctor today" she said. Again, I felt my guts twist. What if they found something really wrong?

"I talked to him on the phone already, and he says it's probably not serious but he has to see you. There's nothing to worry about yet, okay? Let's not worry about anything until after we've seen him."

"Come in here, son" I heard my dad say from the den which was just off the kitchen. I pulled my hands away from Nancy's without saying anything and went into sit with my dad.

"Over here" he said, indicating his side. He reached up and grabbed me by the back of my neck and kissed my forehead. "You'll be fine" he said. "I want you to do everything the doctor and Nancy tell you to do, okay?"

"Yes, sir" I said quietly.

"At a boy" he said, grinning. I felt better just then.

Nancy took me to the doctor and came with me into the examine room. She sat on a chair and I sat on the end of the exam table and the nurse took my vitals and then said, "Take off your shirt and your pants and the doctor will be right with you." She left, and I looked uncomfortably at Nancy.

She smiled warmly and said, "Got your boxers on?"

"Yeah" I said, resigned. I took off my shirt and pants and put them on the exam table, not as self conscious as I was the day before. My boxers were pretty big, and I truthfully wasn't that embarrassed. It was a little bit awkward to hand her my clothes to hold for me, though. It made me feel more exposed handing them over like that, and sitting on the table with them so far away.

The doctor came in, made his introductions, and Nancy and I both told him what had happened.

"I see" he said. "Stand up for me, Shane, and let's pull these down a little bit." My heart started to race as I stood up. He reached for my waistband and I drew in a fast shaky breath as he pulled them down to my knees and told me to have a seat.

How much had she just seen? I wondered. I was sitting up on the table, and she was at my side sitting with her head about level with my crotch, maybe a little lower. I told myself she couldn't see anything but my public hair. It was so humiliating to sit there with my underwear around my knees, everyone's attention on my private area.

"Ah!" I gasped as the doctor gently grabbed my penis and lifted it up. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard because I knew that if my step mom couldn't already see me, she could with him manipulating me like that. He cupped my balls, pushed on my abdomen and kept asking, "Does that hurt? How about that? Here?"

I just kept shaking my head no, unable to speak for want of not wanting to cry.

"Okay" he said, kindly. "I need you to get up on the table on your hands and knees." I stood up awkwardly, unable to look in my step mom's direction. I turned my back to him and as I lifted my knee to get on the table he pulled my underwear down to my ankles and slid them completely off as I put both feet up on the table, leaving me in nothing but my socks.

"Hold these, please" he said to Nancy, handing her my boxers. I felt so completely exposed and humiliated. I was all but buck naked on my hands and knees in front of both of them. I thought I must look ridiculous up on the table like that with just my socks on. The doctor opened a drawer and said, "Darn it" and walked over and opened the door. "Beatrice, bring me some KY jelly, please" he said.

I turned my head over my shoulder that was away from my step mom to see what he was doing. He only cracked open the door a little as he talked to the nurse, and then closed it again. My heart was pumping hard as he did it, because I was afraid he would open the door wide and let everyone out there see me. I was only slightly relieved when he closed it again, and I looked straight ahead, struggling not to cry.

Then I heard the door open and I involuntarily leaned forward (like that was going to do any good) as I heard the nurse say, "Here you are, doctor." Her voice was right next to me. God! How many more people were going to see me like this? I wanted to die. Then I heard the door open and close again. I didn't think things could get any worse until I felt something cold on my butt crack that dripped down to my butthole.

"Hey!" I said, not meaning to speak and two tears rolled down my face. I didn't try to wipe them way because I didn't want them to know that it had happened, and my body shuttered when I felt the doctor touch my anus.

"Try to relax, Shane" he said. I arched my back and began to shake violently as his finger slid into me.

When I heard my step mom say, "Why don't you just put your head down and rest, Shane?" the tears flowed freely down my face and I did as she said. I had never been so humiliated in my life. I don't know what he was looking for, but he just kept sliding his finger in and out of me and turning it around sometimes.

"Does that hurt at all?" he asked me.

"No" I said, unable to keep the tears out of my voice. Now they knew I was crying, and I heard Nancy get up and a moment later her hand was on the back of my head. Even though she was trying to comfort me, it just made me feel more humiliated. I grunted as the doctor pulled his finger out of me. He patted my butt gently and said, "Let's let Shane get dressed, Mrs. Carver."

To me he said, "You come out to the corridor when you're ready, son."

They left -- again opening that _d_a_m_n_ door so that anyone who happened to be outside could see in -- and I got up off the table, pulled my boxers on, and then just lost it and balled my head off as quietly as I could. I felt so -- so violated. I was better in a couple of minutes, and I blew my nose, finished getting dressed, and then contemplated going out into the hall.

They had all just seen me naked, and they knew I was crying, and I didn't want to go out there with red eyes. I finally just gave in and walked out into the corridor and up to the counter where my step mom and the doctor were talking. "Thank you" I heard her say as she took a large bag from him and shook his hand.

He walked over to me, put his hand on my shoulder, and said, "You're okay, son. Just a little bruised inside. You might have a couple more accidents, but it's nothing to be too worried about. If it happens again in a couple of weeks you give me a call, but I bet it doesn't."

I swallowed hard and nodded my head.

"What was in that bag?" I asked Nancy as we drove home.

She hesitated before answering me, then said, "Well, honey, you're not going to like it but I don't want to get in an argument with you."

Oh, God, I thought. What now?

"What is it?" I asked her, and when she paused again I leaned way back and reached down to where the bag was on the floor behind her. I pulled out the contents of the bag, and in a moment recognized them as giant diapers.

"What's this?!?" I asked her.

"They're for grown ups who can't control their bladders" she said evenly.

"I'm not wearing these" I said flatly.

"Shane" she said sternly, "I am not going to keep washing your pee soaked sheets, and we're not spending money for a new mattress just so you don't have to be a little embarrassed. You're going to wear those, and I'm going to show you how to put them on properly so you don't leak out the sides."

"No arguments!" she said as I started to protest.

When we got to the house I jumped out of the car before the engine was even off and ran inside. My dad was still on the couch and I launched into a panicked version of the doctor's visit and what Nancy wanted me to do.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa" he said. "Slow down. You're not making any sense. Are you okay or not, son?" he said, reaching up and taking my hand.

"I'm fine!" I said as Nancy came in from the kitchen.

"He's not exactly fine" said Nancy and calmly explained the whole visit. I had to turn my head away from them when she started to describe in detail my examination.

"Come down here, son" he said, and I knelt beside him. He ran his hand through my hair and said, "Sounds like you've had an awful day." I leaned forward and put my head on his chest, but I didn't cry. We stayed like that for a minute, him stroking the back of my head, and when I could breathe evenly and was sure I could control myself I sat up and looked angrily over at Nancy.

"We might as well do this now" she said, pulling a diaper out of the bag the doctor had given her.

"No" I said, forcefully.

She shook her head and said, "I'm not going to argue with you, Shane" and she walked over and grabbed me by the arm.

"Get off" I said, trying to pull away from her.

"_d_a_m_n_ it, Shane!" she said, losing her temper all together. "I'm tired of this! Just do what I say!" I struggled some more, but she wouldn't let go.

I turned and pushed her with both my hands and said, "_f_u_c_k_ you!" and to my dismay and then my horror she went flying backward – and I mean flying -- and landed hard half on the floor and half on a chair.

"What the hell are you doing!?!" shouted my dad, struggling to sit up.

Nancy groaned and grabbed her back.

"Oh, God. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" I said. I hadn't meant to do that. I was getting stronger every day it seemed, and I was proud of that, but right now I was scared of what I had just done.

"Nancy? Baby?" my dad sounded angry, scared, and in pain all at the same time.

"I'm okay" she whispered, and stood up.

"Come here" said my dad, swiping his hand at me, and I could see the rage in his eyes.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, okay? It was an accident!" I said.

Nancy walked over to my dad, pushed him back onto his pillow, and said, "Bring me your father's hairbrush, Shane." Her eyes were cold and angry, and some part of me just knew without any doubt that no matter what I did or said in the next few minutes Nancy was going to paddle me.

"No!" I said, trying to sound strong.

"Shane" my dad started to growl.

"Dad, please" I said, more plaintively. I tried to not shout, and I couldn't keep the panic out of my voice. "It was an accident, okay? I'm sorry. I really am. It'll never happen again, swear to God."

"I'm going to make sure it never even occurs to you, Shane" said my step mom. Pointing to the doorway she said, "You bring me the hairbrush and be back here in just your boxers in less than a minute or you're getting it double. We're going to bring you down a peg if it's the last thing I do today."

I looked once more pleadingly at my dad, but he just said, "You do as you're told."

I stomped out of the room and into the bathroom. I hated the hairbrush. A feeling of dread came over me as I picked it up. I started to walk out of the room, and stopped again to take off my shirt and my pants. Nancy had already seen me the way she did at the doctor's office. Boxers were nothing now.

At least she won't be able to hit as hard as my dad, I thought. I resigned myself to my fate and walked back into the den, determined to take it like a man and show them I was too old for this kind of thing.

Glaring at Nancy I handed her the brush. She seemed taken aback for just a moment, then she sat up straight in her chair opposite my dad and said, "That's a better attitude. Are you ready to take your punishment?"

"Yes" I said, spitefully.

"And you know why you're being punished?" she asked.

"Just get on with it" I said, now feeling _c_o_c_k_y. How bad could this be? She was not a very big woman; skinny even.

Nodding her head up and down she said, "Fine. Get over my lap young man." As I bent forward she reached out and yanked my boxers down with one hand.

"Hey!" I said, but she caught my hair and continued to pull me forward. I couldn't get my balance and I ended up right over her lap, both hands on the floor with my face inches from the carpet. I felt my underwear being pulled farther down and I shouted, "Stop it! You can't!" but she just pulled them down and completely off. Once again I was wearing nothing but my socks, only this time the situation was much worse.

"Dad!" I shouted at him for help.

"Nancy's deciding your punishment, son. You take what you've got coming" he said.

When the first smack landed on my ass I couldn't believe how hard it was. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She alternated back and forth from cheek to cheek. Ow! Ow! Ow! I started to yell, still determined not to cry.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! _d_a_m_n_ she could hit hard! I kept grunting or shouting "ow!" and she didn't let up for a second. The heat and the pain were almost unbearable as she continued to bring that _d_a_m_n_ thing down across my butt.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't stop myself from crying and as she continued to beat my ass I completely lost it and sobbed uncontrollably. She still didn't let up. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I finally screamed, "I'M SORRY! I'LL BE GOOD! I'LL BE GOOD!!! PLEASE!!! NANCY! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! went the brush, and then she stopped and rested her hand on my ass. Even that slight pressure hurt, and I kept crying uncontrollably. She let me cry myself out, and when I started to calm down she said, "Are you ready for some more?"

I couldn't believe it! I couldn't take anymore. I just couldn't! "Oh, God! Please, Nancy! Please! No more! I'll be good! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! It'll never happen again, please!" I begged.

She gently rubbed my butt, which made it sting more, and said, "What's never going to happen again, Shane?"

"I'll never be bad again" I said, like I was a four year old or something.

"Stand up" she said, and I did so, facing her and holding my butt. I didn't care that I was completely exposed to her. My butt hurt so bad, and I was relieved that the punishment had stopped. She lectured me like that for a couple of minutes, and I just kept saying "Yes, Ma'am" to everything she said.

She quietly looked me up and down, and I could tell she was considering spanking me some more. More tears rolled down my face and I said, "Please no more, Nancy. Please. Please."

She looked at my dad and said, "We need something for him to call me. 'Mom' isn't right. I'm not trying to replace Debbie." she said. Looking at me she said, "But YOU had better behave yourself from now on, or you're going right over my knee again young man, you got that?"

"Yes, Ma'am!" I said.

She got up, walked over to the bag of diapers and told me to lay down on the floor on my back. I did as she said, wincing a little as my butt touched the carpet. Nancy grabbed a diaper, made me lift my bottom off the floor for a second, and then proceeded to put it on me. I didn't think it could be more humiliating than my spanking, but it was, and I had to turn my head away from her and my dad. When she was done she patted my stomach and told me to stand up.

I walked over and looked at myself in a mirror we had on one wall and slouched when I saw myself. I turned to my dad and gave him my most mournful and pleading look, but Nancy said, "I want you to go stand in that corner, Shane" she was pointing to the far corner of the room.

I did as I was told and she said, "You don't step away from there until I give you permission, you got that?"

"Yes, Ma'am" I said. "How long?" I asked, suddenly feeling the urge to pee.

"Until I say" she said. "Now keep quiet and show me you can be good."

"What if I need to use the bathroom?" I asked.

She laughed and said, "What do you think you're wearing that for?"

"This is just for sleep!" I said.

She walked over to me, her face just an inch near my shoulder and said, "Do you need more of this hairbrush, young man?"

"No, ma'am!" I said quickly.

"Then you pipe down and stand there until I tell you you're released" she said, and smacked my diapered butt once with her hand. I heard her leave the room, and I glanced nervously over my shoulder to make sure she wasn't there. My dad had passed out again from his pain pills. I gave in, hung my head, and cried.