It was two days before my tenth birthday, and I can still remember it. For some reason, I don't to this day know why, I discovered when I awoke that I had wet my bed. I can't think of any time other than this that this ever happened. I was in shock, and embarassed. My nightshirt was wet, and the bedding was wet. I was staring in disbelief at my bed, when some other boys noticed, and started to laugh and point, all of which caused Ray to come storming into the room to see what was the matter. (Ray had taken the name "Dorm Captain", and had it labeled onto his door.) He walked up to me, had me take off my nightshirt, and strip my bed down, and throw the linen into the soiled linen tub. Luckily, all of the beds had a plastic padding on them, so the matress was OK. I remember standing there in front of Ray shivering in fear. He left the room, and returned with a sidechair (I had expected his strap), which he placed in the center of the room, and sat on. There I was, a little naked kid, shivering, and holding onto my private parts in both fear and embarassment.
Ray told the dorm that since I had acted like a baby, he was going to treat me like a baby. He patted his lap, and I slowly laid across it, with my bottom exposed for all to see, as it was indeed the center of attention for all eyes. Ray said that he was surprised that such a big boy would wet his bed, and then proceeded to pat my butt cheeks, gentle pats up and down each cheek, which increased in speed and severity as he went along. It took a minute for me to feel what was happening, but then my butt started to sting, and I started to squirm as I felt the heat build. He continued, even though I was apologizing, and promising to never do it again, his hand was relentless, moving faster and harder up and down my butt. It really started to hurt, and I started to cry from pain instead of embarassment as he spanked and spanked. I can remember kicking my legs in the air, and squirming around, but he just held me over his lap with his powerful hand, and spanked and spanked and spanked. My butt was on fire! I screamed out in pain, and then screamed again until I could scream no more. (My friends told me later that my butt changed from white to pink to red to bright red to dark red with white and blue splotches). The spanking continued until I could feel no more. I slumped over his lap, my body limp as he continued to rain down slaps.
Finally, he stopped, and pushed me off of his lap. He walked me over to the linen closet, and made me pull out a new sheet, which I then took to my bed and made my bed in front of everyone, my bruised butt on display. When I finished, he told me to lay down on my bed, and turned and left the room. I thought it was over, and sobbed into my pillow, oblivious to the display my butt was giving to my room mates. Ray returned carrying a bag. He came to my bed, and told me to roll over. I was scared, and almost refused, but I knew better. He opened the bag, and grabbed both of my legs and pulled them up into he air. I remember grabbing my butt cheeks with my hands, but he just moved them out of the way. Then, he pulled a bottle of baby powder out of the bag, and powdered my stinging butt. He then rubbed the powder over my butt cheeks, and over my penis and bag, and even over my little hole. Then, with my legs in the air, he pulled out a diaper and pins, and proceeded to diaper me there in front of the others. (I later learned that this was standard procedure for this sort of "offense".) He told me that I would have to wear the diaper until I learned to act like a big boy. He then placed a pair of way-too-small plastic pants on me. He then left.
As this was Sunday, we didn't have to go to school (thank goodness). I dressed, and discovered that the diaper was so bulky that it was hard to fasten my pants. As we left for church service, Ray handed me a diaper bag with little blue bunnies on it, an made me carry it. That, and the squeaking of my plastic pants made it quite obvious to the other kids what had happened. Ray told me to tell him when I had to go to the bathroom, that he would take me. I refused to go potty for him, and this seemed to make him mad.
When we got back to the dorm, he had me sit in his office as he did paperwork. Nature eventually did call, and I had to tell him that I had to pee. He seemed overjoyed, and made me go into the game room, where he appeared carrying a wooden potty chair. He then made me stand, as he took off my pants and plastic pants, and diaper. I had to sit on the pot to go, and had to hold my penis down as I did so. Of course, having waited so long, I splashed a bit. It was the thing he was looking for, as he made me empty and wash out the potty, then clean up the splashes, all while wearing only my shirt and shoes and socks.
He then had me climb up onto the pool table, lay on my back, and pulled my legs back up into the diaper position. Instead of a diaper, he shoved my legs back, and placed his hand on my butt, as if measuring distance, and then laid into the area between my cheeks, smacking over and over, especially hitting the perineum area between my balls and butt hole. He hit over and over again, finally hitting me right over my hole. I cried and cried. He then made me stand in the corner for an hour, and finally let me get dressed.
I never wet the bed again!