Back to Basics (Chapter Seven)

This has been written for a US audience by a guest writer. Thanks to James for allowing me to publish it on my Patreon.

The inevitable finally happened, as I knew it must sooner or later—I got a spanking from my brother, but that was nothing compared to what would come later.

My mother was never shy about talking to other mothers (or anyone at all, for that matter) about my wetting, but soon she discovered (maybe at a PTA meeting, I don’t know) that Mrs. O’Connor’s thirteen year old son Richard (I knew him) a chronic bedwetter, had now been dry for almost four months. 

Convinced her son was now over his problem; Mrs. O’Connor offered to give all his diapers, plastic pants and other stuff to my Mom to use on me. 

‘No point in letting it go to waste,’ they had apparently agreed, although the plastic sheet would stay on Richard’s bed awhile longer, just in case. They agreed on a date and time to drop off the supplies.

They came around 4 pm on a Tuesday. I didn’t know Richard very well, (and hadn’t known he was a bedwetter) and was surprised that he would show up with his Mom to give me a bunch of diapers and plastic pants that he had worn. 

But I guess she made him, because here he was, carrying an oversized diaper pail that looked heavy. 

His eyes were on the ground as small talk was made. Of course my brother had to be there, and was already amused.

“Do you already have a diaper pail for Wayne?” Mrs. O’Conner asked my Mom.

“No, actually that will come in very handy,” my Mom answered. “He’s just been using garbage bags. I was thinking of getting one. It’s more hygienic.”

“Now there are all these diapers, some of them quite new,” Mrs. O’Connor said, reaching into the diaper pail and retrieving one. There are Babykins, which I know Wayne already wears, and also diapers from RP Diaper Designs which are ten layers thick in the middle. There are also various pairs of plastic pants, pins, and whatnot. Change pads, wipes, and medical gloves for changing wet diapers.”

“Richard, you must be happy to be giving all this babyish stuff away?” my Mom asked. 

He just nodded. 

“Maybe someday we’ll be able to give all Wayne’s diapers away.” 

I had been squirming uncomfortably since Richard and his Mom arrived, and especially so since she started talking about my getting Richard’s diapers and plastic pants. 

I guess it was just too much, and now I realized what had almost happened at the medical supply store had now happened for real. My pants were wet. 

When my mother noticed, her jaw went slack. 

Adam said “Holy cow, Wayne peed his pants!” 

Everyone looked at me in disbelief. I didn’t know what to say. My Mom was furious. She could hardly speak.

“Adam, I want you to take your brother and his new things upstairs, clean him up, and diaper him. But before you put him in his diapers, I’d like you to give him a good spanking.” 

Upstairs we went. It turned out that there were some Huggies wipes in the diaper pail, and my brother made me wipe myself off with one of them while he waited with the strap. 

I was very upset that I had wet myself, that I was about to be spanked for it, that my brother would be delivering the punishment, and that Richard was aware that I was about to be spanked, and that he’d be seeing me in diapers after my spanking. 

I hoped that he and his mother would leave, but I knew that it was unlikely. 

Adam had placed everything from the diaper pail on my change table, and had put my wet jeans and underwear in it. 

Now I stared at my shameful new diapers and plastic pants as I leaned over the table, arms outstretched. 

My brother made me wait, and just as I thought the first stroke must come, his cell-phone rang, and I was kept waiting even longer.

“Charlie. Hi. Listen, I’ll have to call you back. I’m just about to give Wayne a spanking. Oh, he peed his pants. Yeah, I know. Ok. Talk to you later. Bye.” 

Another few moments and I felt the stinging leather against my skin. He spanked me a full thirty times, and by the end of it I was a quivering mess. 

I honestly didn’t think I’d be able to sit for a long time. 

On the change table I already knew what would happen. Adam grabbed one of Richard’s really thick diapers, added a couple of baby diapers, and pinned them on me. 

Then he took, as I knew he would, a pair of yellow snap-on plastic pants and snapped them on over my diapers. 

They were one of several pairs of ‘nursery print’ pants, basically yellow with koala bears on them. Another pair was blue with other animals on them. 

When I was on my feet he added baby powder. “How does it feel to be wearing another baby’s diapers?” he taunted. I was still crying.

Back downstairs, all eyes were on my plastic pants. 

My diapers bulged even more than normal, and I was painfully conscious that everyone knew that I had just been given a spanking. Richard avoided eye-contact, and so did I, except for the carpet.

“Oh I see you found the nursery prints, Adam,” said Mrs. O’Connor. “Poor Richard hated wearing those. 

They came by mistake with an order of plain plastic pants, but they’re perfectly good, and I wasn’t going to throw them away.”

“Well, as long as they’re waterproof, what’s the difference? He can wear them,” my mother added. 

Richard and his Mom stayed for another excruciating half-hour. 

Before they left my mother thanked them for the baby stuff and I was forced to thank them as well.