BACKGROUND: In April, 2000, I posted the first part of this story on the MMSA Stories web site. The story is the transcription of a fantasy weekend that I worked out on the Hanson Paddle chat site with my friend "D." Rather than summarizing, I will take the story up from where it was left off. You may wish to read (or re-read) the first part.
I awaken in the middle of the night; confused and disoriented. This is not my bed...where am I? I have to take a leak...where is the bathroom? I roll over and hear a crinkle...what am I wearing, a diaper?
Suddenly, I remember! I am actually living out my fantasy. Aha, and that is why my bottom is sore; it was paddled right before bed!
Now for the bathroom. But wait, I am in a diaper. Perhaps I should just play this out and wet myself. A wet diaper in the morning should earn me a really sound spanking!
So, I relax and feel the warmth as I soak my diaper. How wonderfully secure it feels to lie in my warm bed and relieve myself. And then I fall back into a deep sleep.
The next thing I know, the door to the bedroom opens and D enters; clad only in his boxer briefs. "How was your night? Did you sleep well?" he asks as he opens the blinds.
"I slept like a baby," I reply.
"I hope not too much like a baby. I would hate to have to change a wet diaper this morning. And you know what will happen to you if you did wet yourself!"
"Um-um," I stammer.
"You didn't pee your diaper, did you?" he asks; his tone suddenly becoming grim.
"Um I um..." I stammer again.
"What's that, boy? I guess I'll have to check that diaper," D says crossing the room.
A check of my diaper reveals the truth. "You naughty pants-peeing boy! You did it again. What, are you too lazy to get up and go potty? I guess you have left me no other choice but to spank that naughty bottom of yours!"
Suddenly, he grabs me and yanks me out of the bed. Before I know it, I find myself over his bare knee. Adeptly, D unfastens my diaper and pulls the back flap down; exposing my bare bottom. With me over his knee and my bare bottom in that prone position, D lectures me about how naughty I am, how much I deserve to have my bottom spanked and how he will not hesitate to spank me over and over until I learn to control my bladder.
Then, from under the bed, he produces a wicked looking leather strap. It is about 1 1/2 inch wide, about 1/4 thick and about 15-18 inches long. The business end is split into three nasty looking tails and the leather is very supple. He takes a couple practice swings and the tails make a horrible hissing sound as the slap the palm of his hand. Now I'm starting to feel real fear. That looks really painful.
"Do you know what this is? It is called a tawse. Generations of Scottish children have had the bottoms thrashed with tawses like this. I decided that, since the paddle doesn't seem to be getting through to you, I would try this tawse on you. Perhaps using a tawse to whip that naughty butt of yours will have more impact!"
With that, he draws his arm back and the tawse whistles back and connects with the naked flesh of my bottom. "Yeeeouch," I cry as the tails separate and "grab" my bottom.
HISSS-CRACK, HISSS-CRACK, HISSS-CRACK, HISSS-CRACK, HISSS-CRACK, The strap flys at my bottom.
"Please stop!" I cry, "I promise to control myself!"
HISSS-CRACK, HISSS-CRACK, HISSS-CRACK, HISSS-CRACK, HISSS-CRACK, D continues to flail away at me.
"You should have thought of that before you peed on yourself!"
HISSS-CRACK, HISSS-CRACK, HISSS-CRACK, HISSS-CRACK, HISSS-CRACK, the whipping continues.
"I'm so sorry," I wail, "Please stop."
HISSS-CRACK, HISSS-CRACK, HISSS-CRACK, HISSS-CRACK, HISSS-CRACK, he continues the spanking unaffected by my cries.
After about 30 strokes, I break down completely and begin to cry real tears. And still, D continues strapping my bare bottom.
Finally, after more than 50 swats, he stops and pushes me off his lap. The diaper remains on his lap and I am completely naked with my bottom blazing red.
"You go stand in the corner and think for a while and think about what you have done. In the meantime, I will get ready to bathe you. And remember, if I catch you fidgeting or rubbing your bottom, I'll give you another dose of this strap!"
After a few minutes in the corner, D leads me to the bath tub. He supervises my bathing process and, when I don't cleanse myself to his satisfaction, he threatens to spank me then and there. After the bath, he leads me back to the bedroom, lays me down on the bed and proceeds to diaper me again.
"Until you can learn to use the bathroom like a big boy, you will wear a diaper. And don't you fidget around too much, or I'll take the tawse to you again" D tells me.
While he has my legs pulled up, I can't help but wiggle around. Without warning, D grabs the strap and applies 5 strong, painful strokes to my naked bottom and thighs. "I warned you," he says.
"Yeee-owww" I cry as the tails of the tawse connect with the extremely sensitive parts of my "sit spot." I force myself to be perfectly still the until he is finished.
After a very sound strapping and some follow up licks, I am truly feeling like the naughty boy I fantasized I am. How lucky I am to have a strict daddy like D the a sore, red bottom he had given me. Can this weekend get any better?
TO BE CONTINUED......