I was nine and had some problems handling disappointment. It was holloween and I was sure my devil costume was the best at the city Holloween Kid's Contest, unfortunately the contest's judges did not see things the same way I did.
"Let's go!" I winded as mom and dad and my sisters stood talking with people they knew. I wanted to be gone. I was tired of the place and wanted to be home where I could sulk in private. I had to be careful sulking where my mom and dad could see because they would "give me something to .... about."
I knew sulking would get me a hand spanking, at the very least, and a full stick and diapers afterwards spanking if my fatting lower lip really bothered them. Looking back fifty years I wonder how I could have been so short sighted about the action I took next. I left!
Yes, I walked away from the Youth Center by my self and started walking the three miles home. It was madness to have just up and walked off like that, but I did have a tendancy stop thinking and just act when angry. And did I pay for it.
"Get to your room." Dad ordered.
"Jess and Louise go undress your brother for his punishment." Mom ordered as she went to the bathroom to get an enema ready.
Jess went to the changing table, which sat in the corner of my room and took out two diapers and began folding them. She was going to get to diaper and dress me after daddy spanked me.
Louise made me sit down while she undid my shoes and pulled off my socks. She then took off my tee shirt and undershirt.
"Stand up so I can pull your pants down." I did and she did, leaving me in my little white boy's briefs. "Get to the big bathroom." She commanded with a swat on my cotton covered round little butt.
I hopped and hurried to the bathroom, knowing delay would only prolong the pain and maybe lead to having to spend the rest of the day with only terry-cloth reversable baby pants over my diapered private area.
"Over the stool." Mommy directed as I entered the bathroom.
My worst fear. I was given two kinds of enemas, one with a hand held bulb thing with a three inch thin nozzel with a marble sized bulb, with a hole in the end. The other kind, the kind I was going to get now was with the red rubber bag with a long black tube and a bigger bulb that had four slits around its tip. The thing was that with the bag my butt would be really filled with warm soapy water. The tummy ache it caused hurt almost as much as when Daddy would do with the stick on my bare butt after I'd pottied the enema.
I won't bore you with the details of the tube being pushed in and out of my butt as the warm soapy water was squirted up in me till I felt like I was going to bust, you know how that goes.
I was then marched back to my bedroom where Jess, Daddy, the stick, and all waited. Daddy had pulled my chair out by the changing table and had the stick on the table next to the diapers I would soon wear.
I walked to his right side and he slid his thumbs into the waistband of my briefs and slipped them down to my knees. I was then lifted across his lap so that I was bent over his knees with my bare butt stuck up for spanking. He rubbed my butt with cool dark wood of the stick. The stick was 18x1x3/4 of an inch and redwood, so my Daddy said. It sat behind the kitchen stove until being used, mostly on my little bare bottom.
I felt the cool air and the stick lift from my naked rear, knowing when it returned there would be a strip of fire where it fell on my little behind.
Smack, smack, smack, "unnh, uhhh, uggghhh" I chimed at the stick began its slow rise and fall.
Daddy was expert at spanking. The stick didn't fall as fast as when mommy or the girls spanked me. With them they would spank; bang, bang, bang, bang, so that the sting of the first spank mixed with the sting of the forth. daddy spanked: bang....bang.....bang....bang, so each time the stick landed across my naked butt cheeks it stung bad. It was like a long match being touch across my butt each time the stick spanked. I bucked, but Daddy held my arms to my sides by holding my right arm against me and puling me tight against him so that my left arm was trapped under me. he didn't mind if I kicked my legs because he just spanked around them.
Smack, oooouuuuhhhhhh, smack, smack, smack, oooohhhhh oooowwwweee, I wailed as the fire spread with each spank of the stick. Daddy always started in the middle of my butt and worked down to the middle of the backs of my legs, then back to the middle of my butt and then up to the top of my butt, so that sitting, even with a double folded baby diaper, water-proof baby pants and pull up jeans, was uncomfortable and people could tell I'd been a nuaghty little boy and gotten a spanking.
After my rear end was totally on fire Daddy stood me up and let me do my naughty boy spanking dance. This part was embarassing because I knew my sisters liked watching my pee-pee boucing up and down as I tried to rub the fire out behind me.
Daddy lectured me about what I'd done wrong and how I'd caused everyone worry by running away from the Youth Center and walking home. He then sent me to Jess for my diapers.
I climbed on the changing table and laid down to be diapered. I looked away from the family and stared at the wall as Jess lifted my legs and put the folded diapers under me. She oiled and powdered me, taking enough time on my pee-pee that it tickled and was sticking up when she pulled the diapers up between my legs and over it. I felt really bad, after she'd pinned my diapers with the ducky diaper pins, and she reached for and slipped on the reversable terry cloth baby pants.
I was sent outside in a small teeshirt, which did not reach down far enough to cover my belly button, baby-blue terry-cloth baby pants, water proof side in, and baby sandles, with little bears on them. Now my fear was that Peggy or Marla would see me and take me to their play house where I'd be the baby.
Most perplexing to me is why I kept being so nuaghty as a child, or maybe it was just that I kinded being the naughty little baby boy?