Spankings are embarrassing enough, but how must they feel after dirtying our pantslike little babies? Mark shares on this very subject . . .
I was around seven years old and I had been bored all day. My mom asked if Iwanted to go to the store. I told her "yeah" and we hopped in the car. There was a longstretch of country between our house and the store we were going to, and it would behours before we saw much of anything again, so my mom asked me if I needed to use thebathroom. I told her I would be all right.
Not 15 minutes into the trip I had to pee. I held it for another 15 minutes or so until itgot bad. "Mom, I gotta pee bad!" She obviously scolded me for not going at home, butshe stopped and let me pee in some bushes. When I got back in the car she promised agood spanking if I pulled another stunt like that.
An hour or so later my stomach started hurting. I had to poop now. I held it as best Icould, but eventually it started to hurt really bad. I told my mom I had to go but shethreatened to stop the car and put me over her knee, so I tried to hold it longer. "Pleasemommy, it hurts!" I couldn't hold it much longer. "We'll be there in a few minutes, Mark."A few minutes weren't long enough, and I soiled my drawers for the first time since I wasa baby. I remember it squishing in my underpants.
Needless to say, my mom was furious. As soon as we got into town she stopped at astore, marched me into the bathroom and took my clothes off. She threw my undies away,and then my shorts, as both were soiled badly. She stood there as I finished pooping,waited for me to wipe my butt, then I was over her knee faster than I could protest. Shewhacked my butt good and hard till I cried. She let me up to rub my bottom and told meto stay there.
She went back to the store and came back with a big diaper. "What are you gonna dowith that?" I asked, as I cried. I knew the answer, and there was nothing else for me towear, but I backed away as she tried to put it on me. She started fuming and grabbed meby the shirt and bent me over the toilet and proceeded to spank my butt till I wasscreaming. The whacks burned and I begged her to stop and told her that I would wearthe diaper. She spanked me a few hard times more, then put the diaper on me.
I saw friends later and they never stopped teasing me about it, and I made quite afew scenes, ensuring further punishment. On the way home, my mother pulled over nextto some woods. She went into the trees and came back with a switch. She told me to takemy diaper off and get out the car, and that I was gonna be switched. I was crying as I gotout of the car, and wailing as she bent me over the hood.
The hot metal stung my privates and the switch quickly burned my backside. All Icould do was scream and beg as she brought the switch down a good 20 times, leavingmarks on my bottom with each whack. I couldn't sit down in my seat and I cried the wholeride home, and as if that wasn't enough I got a huge spanking from my father after he gothome and he made me apologize to my mom. I remember I had marks on my butt thatdidn't fully heal for days and couldn't sit without the sting coming back. I was a good boyfor months after that.