The_Bed_Wetting_Team
THE BED WETTING TEAM
THE BED WETTING TEAM
Chapter 1
Paul, Sam and Dave were three 15 year old boys that where sophomore's in high
school. It was the first of May and only one more month of school was left. Each of these
boys were on the track team and each Saturday they would go a twenty mile bike ride to
build up their leg strength. Living in a small town meant that they were able to ride out
into the countryside and then back. However each boy and a secret and soon those secrets
were going be made known.Paul's secret was that he used to wet his bed every night up
through the third grade.
Since that time there has been only been on three or four occasions each year when
he would have another bed wetting accident. Paul had been so excited about school being
almost over that last night he wet his bed for thefirst time this year.Dave had a secret also.
Two months ago he woke up to awet bed. That was the first time that had happened
tohim since he was about twelve. He had drank a lot of soda pop that day and forgot to go
to the bathroom before going to bed.
Dave couldn't help but think about how good it felt to wake up soaking wet. He
was hoping it would happening again but so far it hadn't.Sam's secret was that just after
Christmas while hewas visiting his kin folks he and his cousins had been out running
around town. They had been drinking a lot of soda pop so Sam needed to pee real bad.
One of his older cousins thought that they could have some fun with Sam, knowing what
condition he was in so the took hold of him and started tickling him.
Sam didn't like to be tickled and of course they knew this. They also knew whatwould happen next. Just as they started tickling Sam he peeped all over himself. All up and
down the front of his pants, between his legs and downto his soaks. Once this happened all
his cousins thenstarted laughing at him and making fun of him. He wanted to run off and
cry but being fifteen that was not something he could do.
The only satisfaction he got was when they got back to the house his cousins got
in trouble for what they did. He had never told his two friends about this happening. The
three boys had just about gone ten miles when Paul had a very strong urge to take a leak.
He slowed down his bike and started looking around for a place to go hide behind.
However, before he could get off his bike the front of his jeans were soaking wet and it
was still running his pants leg when his two friends noticed what was happening.
At first they started laughing but then stopped when they noticed that it had really
aroused him."Hey," Dave said, "you seem like you enjoyed that, that really did effect you
didn't it?""Yes," replied Paul, "and you know what else?" Here he paused a moment and
thought about what he was about to say. Should he tell his friends that he sometimes wets
his bed or not. He figured he had nothing to lose since he was standing before them with
wet pants."Last night I wet my bed and it had the same effect on me then also.""You wet
your bed!" his two friends said in surprise."Yea, but it was the first time this year that it
happened. Only about three or four times a year does it happen to me, especially when I
get very excited about something.
"Dave then spoke up, "Hey, don't feel bad. You know what? Several months ago I
also wet my bed. I had several soda pops and by morning I had wet myself pretty good.
Say, don't worry about it, it could happen to anyone.""Not me," cried Sam. "I haven't
wet my bed since I was about three." Just at that moment he felt the urge to pee and
started looking for a place to go. There was none near by and since no cars were coming
he decided to unzip and spray the grass where he stood.
However, it did not work as he had planned. His zipper hung and he was unable to
get his pants open. Sam started jumping around and holding himself. It was very clear that
he was in much pain. Soon the pain was gone and he stood there with his face red from
embarrassment, his pants were soaked all the way to his socks, just like Paul's.
"Don't worry about it Sam," Paul said, "you couldn't help it. It happens to
everyone once in awhile."Sam looking down at the ground then said, "You know guys,
this happened to me just after Christmas, except my cousins knew I needed to pee and
started tickling me and that caused me to wet myself good. You know what else, I kind of
like it also.
But I have not wet my bed since I was very young.""Sam, Paul" Dave said, "you
two look great standing there in your wet pants. Here I am high and dry, well not for long,
cause I need to pee also. See, I am wetting my pants also. I just didn't want to be left out.
Why should the two of you have wet pants and not me." You know what guys," Dave
said, "why don't we have some fun this summer by wetting our beds every night?
We could become the B-W team and make a pack with each other to do so all
summer long.""B-W team? What's that?" Sam asked."Bed wetting team, man, bed
wetting team," was Dave's reply. "Why in the world would you want to do that," Sam
replied."Just to be different. Besides, once you do it you will want to do it again. I know I
did. What do you say Paul?"
After thinking for a moment Paul said, "Sure, why not, but only if Sam will
also.""Man, I would be in deep trouble if I started wetting my bed on purpose. What in
the world would I tell myfolks?""That's easy," Paul said, "either tell them you fell and hurt
your self or that you are sick and don't feel good.""This is easy for you two, you have
done this before, even if not on purpose.
I don't know about this.""I'll tell you what I'll do," Paul said, "once school is out I
will start wetting my pants all the time if you will wet your bed. What do you say?""Why
would you do that? Man, you must be crazy.""Well, I have wet myself several times
during the last year and each time I enjoyed it very much. But I would always do it when I
knew no one would ever be around.To tell the truth, I didn't mind being wet right now
since you guy aren't laughing at me.
Is it a deal or not Sam?""I don't want to but just to see if you follow through I
will, but starting now and only lasting through the summer, is that understood? Man you
must have lost your mind if you are willing to wet your pants on purpose every day during
summer.""Alright, a deal it is. Okay guys, I think we are dry enough for no one to notice
what happened, let's head home." With this the three boys headed home to enjoy the rest
of the weekend.
Chapter 2
It was now Wednesday, and the first time that Paul, Dave and Sam were once
again together since they hadmade their pack. School was out for the day and so the three
decided to hang out a bit before heading home.Dave was the first to ask, "Well, did you
two wet your bed any since Saturday?"Paul replied first, "Yes, and I didn't even have to
try. I have been so excited about what we are doing and it just came natural for me.
My folks are getting worried since I have wet the bed four days in a row. They are
even thinking of taking me to a doctor to have me checked out. How about you?""Yes,
and at first my folks didn't say anything but after the second night they started asking me
all kinds of questions and on the third day they came into my room before I woke to see if
I was wet and I wasn't, because I have been waiting until I wake upeach morning.
Thirty minutes after they had checked me they woke me up and right away I wet
myself good, not knowing they had been in my room. When I told them that I had wet the
bed again they gave me this very funny look. It was then they told me that they had
checked me just thirty minutes earlier. They wanted to know if I was doing this on
purpose and of course I lied and said why would I want to do that.
The next night I decided to lie awake awhile and wet myself before going to sleep.
Sure enough they came in the next morning to check me and I was soaked so now they
are sure that it is physical and not on purpose. I must say I sure do like the feeling now of
lying in a wet bed each night. Sam, how is it going with you?"Sam looked at them both
and said, "I haven't wet my bed yet. I just can't bring myself to do it.
I tried but just wasn't able to do so."Paul started to speak but suddenly said, "Oh
my." Then looking down at his pants he saw pee flowing all down his front and onto the
step that they were seated on."What in the world happened to you Paul?" Sam asked.
Dave just looked and Paul and gave a slight grin.
"Sam, see it is so easy to wet yourself," Paul started, "I just started thinking about
it and it caused it to happen. I guess I had better get home before my folks do. Sam, why
don't you come over and spend Friday night with me and I will help you learn how to wet
you bed at my place first. Maybe that will make it easier on you unless you are to yellow
to do it."
"I'm not yellow and you know that but what will you folks say about me wetting
the bed at your house?" Sam asked. "I will tell them something. Just don't worry about
that. How bout it, will you come over?""Oh, alright, I want get any peace until I do."
"Good, see you guys Friday," and with that Paul got up and headed for home in a rather
fast pace, wet pants and all.
Later that evening Paul asked his folks if Sam could spend Friday night at their
house. Their reply was sure why not. It was then that Paul came up with another story for
them. "I guess I better tell you,"he started, "that Sam has been on some medicine and it
has caused him to wet his bed sometimes at night. Is it alright if he still spends the
night?""Sure, we will just put a plastic sheet on the roll away bed when we bring it to your
room.
But what about you? Are you sure you want someone staying over right now?
What if you wet your bed again? What do you think your friend would say if he knew you
wet your bed? Besides, are you sure you want him to see you in a wet bed if it happens?"
"It will be okay, Sam is a good friend and if ithappens he'll tell on one and maybe I need
the pressure of someone being here to keep it from happening.
You never know, do you?" "Sounds like a right ideal son. Tell him to come on
over on Friday."The next day Paul found Sam and told him about the story about him
taking medicine that causes him to sometimes wet his bed. "Don't worry Sam, they are
putting a plastic sheet on the roll away for you.""Do you sleep on a plastic sheet also?"
"Not since the fourth grade. I stopped wetting my bed after the third grade but they kept it
on just incase.
However, I over heard them talking this morning that if I wet the bed one more
night that they will get a plastic sheet for my bed. It will be cool. See you come Friday."
With that the two boys went their separate ways at school and on to home afterwards.Paul
thought that Friday would never come but it finally did.
Paul lived just a mile from school so that afternoon both Sam and Paul walked
home. Paul could tell that Sam was uneasy so all the way to his house he tried to reassure
him that everything would be cool. Once at the house they went straight toPaul's room. At
once Paul noticed something different. He went over to his bed and pushed his hand
againstit. He knew right away that his folks had placed a plastic sheet on his bed.
"Look Sam," Paul said as he pulled his sheets off the bed part way. "I now have a
plastic sheet on my bed also. And you can see here the stain from a week of wetting my
bed." Sam looked with interest but did not say a word. Soon both of Paul's parents got
home and told him that his sister was spending the night with a friend.
They then brought in the roll away bed toPaul's room. Paul's room was at the other
end of the house from the Living room so any noise they made would distract his parents.
After having a good supper they then went back to his room and played several records.
While the records were playing Paul then started telling Sam what was planned for the
night. "Sam, don't take a leak tonight before going to bed. I also have 2 bottles of soda
pop that I brought in last night. We will drink it all and then go to bed.
It is a good thing my sister is not here or she would be bugging us all the time."
Paul's sister, Gale, was four years younger then him and wasin the six grade."But what if I
am about to bust before that time? Whatdo I do then?""Just hold it the best you can. Tell
me Sam, the other day when we all wet our pants, how did it really feel to you once it was
done."
"Well," Sam said, hanging his head down some, "I did kind of like it. It felt good
while riding our bikes back home. Yes, I guess you could say that I did like it." "Great, tell
you what, lets wet our pants in a little bit, and mess around for a time in them. I know, I
know, but it will make it easier for you to wet your bed tonight for the first time." Sam
gave in but not willingly.
However before long it was Sam that had the urge to pee and the longer he tried
to hold it the more it hurt him. Paul saw right away and encouraged Sam just to let it go.
Paul knew that Sam did not like to be tickled so he reach over hit him in a spot that he
knew would get him laughing. Once he done that Sam let lose and pee flowed all over the
front of his jeans and all over the floor where he was seated.
Paul went to his closet and pulled out a large towel. He then sat down on the floor
in front of Sam, had his legs spread apart and said, "Don't worry about it Sam. Here take
a look at me now." With Sam now watching Paul peed in his jeans, letting it flow all up
and down his front and onto the floor where he was sitting. He then took the towel and
wiped up all the pee that he could and then stuck the towel under his bed.
"We just might need this later. Now, how do you feel sitting there with your pants
soaking wet""Not so bad, in fact I kind of like it but I don't think I could do it every day
like you are planning to do. By the way, what am I going to wear tomorrow now that my
pants are wet?""Don't worry, we will wash them tomorrow. Now let us make some noise
in as if we are rough housing in case they find us with these wet pants on." With that they
began to make a lot of noise, maybe just a bit too much as his mother soon came in to see
what was going on.
"Say what you two doing? What in the world happened here? I can't believe it,
two fifteen year olds sitting around with wet jeans on. Well, tell me the story.""Sorry
mom, but we got to tickling each other and before we knew it we wet ourselves. We really
didn't know that we needed to go that bad until it was to late. Really mom, it was and
accident." Paul's plea appeared to calm any storm that might be coming for the time being.
"Well I must say, you two look more like two year olds instead of boys almost
sixteen. Get out of those wet clothes and I will wash them in the morning. You two go
ahead and take your showers and then go to bed. It's almost 10 already."With that the two
boys each took their turn going to take a shower and placing their wet clothes in a corner
for Paul's mother to gather up to wash.
With that all done, Paul and Sam told everyone goodnight and went back to Paul's
room where Paul opened up the roll away bed complete with plastic sheet. Each boy,
wearing his underwear under his pj's got into their bed. Sam's eyes lit up as he sat on the
roll away bed and felt the plastic sheet under him. Paul then got out the soda pop that he
had hidden and gave one to Sam."Did you take a leak when you showered?" he asked
Sam.
Sam replied, "I am afraid I did, I just couldn't hold it back." "Well, never mind,
here drink this," Paul then handed Sam a large bottle of soda pop. The two boys sat on the
edge of their beds and filled themselves up, drinking all of the soda pop out of each
bottle."Paul, tell me, what do I do if I need to go in the middle of the night?""Wake me
up, and I will then tell you what to do?"With that the two boys then laid down and with
lights turned off began to go to sleep.
Sam was nervous about what was to happen but knew that a deal was a deal.
However, Paul was excited and was able to go to sleep right away. After much moving
about Sam finally went to sleep. About 3 hours later Sam woke up with an urge to pee
very bad. He thought that if he moved very much he would be sure and lose control so he
tried to stay as still as possible. Suddenly he heard a noise coming from the direction of
Paul.
To Sam it sounded like water was running and then all at once he knew what was
happening, Paul was wetting his bed. He focused his eyes the best he could and notice that
Paul sound asleep but that there was a very peaceful look on his face. Why wake him, he
thought to himself. However, the urge got stronger and stronger so much so that he could
no longer hold it back.
Within a matter of a minute or so he was soaked from head to toe. However,he
was to tired to get up so he just went back to sleep. He had wet his bed for the first time
since he was about three, and he thought, this isn't all that bad after all.When morning
came Paul was the first to wake up and noticed right away that he had soaked himself.
With plastic sheets it covered him from head to toe. He had forgotten now the pee
is not soaked up by the sheets and all with the plastic sheet in place. Every move he made
he could feel the pee rolling over the bed under him. It appear that he had filled a lake
during the night.
Since both boys had been sleeping with just a top sheet over them, it also was wet
and looking over at Sam it didn't take him long to notice that Sam had also wet his bed.
"Wake Sam," Paul spoke to Sam. "Get up, you did it, man, you did it."Sam slowly woke
up and then realized what had happened. "Oh yes, now I remember. I woke up in the
middle of the night about to bust was just about towake you when I heard something.
Boy, you sure were peeing a lot last night. It was then that I just couldn't hold it
any more so I let lose. You know what, I was so tired I didn't care and just went back to
sleep. It wasn't as bad as I thought." The two boys were still laying in the soaking wet bed
when Paul said, "Why don't you pull back your sheet and I will do that also? Here, I will
go first." Paul pulled back his sheet so Sam could see his wet pj's and the wet bed he was
laying in.
Sam noticed right away that Paul's pj's were soaked from just below his shoulders
to down past his ankles. "Okay, now you pull back your sheet."Sam just could not bring
himself to do so, so Paul got up and pulled Sam's sheet back for him. Sam looked much
like Paul. His pj's were soaked all over from top to bottom. "Get up Sam and take a good
look at your bed and what you did last night."
With this Sam got out of bed and looked over his handy work. "My, I sure did a
job last night, didn't I?""That you sure did. Well, do you think you can do it all summer
like Dave and myself?""Sure, I can hardly wait to do it again tonight in my own bed.
Don't know what my folks will say, but hey, a deal is a deal.
Are you still going to wet your pants during the day if I wet my bed from now until
the end of summer?""Sure, in fact I have already started doing it sometimes. The closer
summer vacation comes the more often I will do it. And once summer vacation is here I
will do it no matter where I am at the time. I need to work up to doing it all the time so no
one will get the wiser."Just before they got dressed Paul's mother came into the room to
check on them.
Taking a look at their pj'shanging wet on them and their beds she was speechless
for a moment or two. Then she spoke, "Boys, you two must have drank a gallon of water
each. I think some of Paul's clothes will fit you Sam until I can get yours washed. I'll have
your clothes ready in a few hours. Why don't you two get out of here while I wash these
sheets."With that Paul and Sam got dressed and went outside to mess around.
Time went by slow for Sam but soon his clothes were ready and he was on his way
back home."Call me in the morning and let me know what happens,"Paul shouted and Sam
left the house. Going back into his house Paul was called into the living room by his
parents."Come her son, we want to have a talk with you."
Paul could not figure out what about but he went on in like he was told. "Son, I
don't want you to think for a moment that we that story last night you told about wetting
your pants while tickling each other. I think it is about time for you to set the record
straight,don't you think so?""Yes, I guess so.
You see, we were just sitting there on the floor listening to records when all of a
sudden Sam started peeing in his pants. Well he was very upset and didn't know what to
do. He said that it had happened several times since he has been on his medicine, but he
really upset and embarrassed by what had happened. I told him not to worry but nothing I
said seemed to help.
I then figured that if I wet my pants also that it might make it some what easier on
him, and it did.""But why do that, you could have just given him some of your clothes to
wear and told us he had an accident. Don't you think you went a little to far in trying to
make him feel better?""Yes, I do now but I didn't at the time.""Okay, we just wanted to
get the story straight. Next time if anything like this happens you will be having a hard
time sitting for awhile, and I think you had better try and figure out a better way to help
out your friends." Walking to his room Paul felt that he had gotten away for sure this time.
Only time would tell for sure.
Chapter 3
The next morning Paul woke up at about four am and noticed that he was dry. It
had been almost two weeks since the last time he woke up dry. For the first time in his life
he decided to wet his bed on purpose. If the others had to do it on purpose he might as
well do it also. Without much thinking he started peeing and soon his bed was soaking
wet.
Even though he was wet it did not take long for him to go back to sleep. It seamed
just like a few minutes had passed until his mother came in his room to wake him
up."Come on son, time to get up out that wet bed of yours." Paul jumped out of bed, and
tried to wake himself up. "What time is it?" he asked. "Almost nine. I am off to Sunday
school and church, and I'll be backaround noon.
Your dad and sister are still asleep so be sure and don't make too much noise
while I am gone.""Okay mom," and then Paul closed his door and got dressed and then
went to the living room to watch a little television. About 9:45 the phone rang. It was Sam
calling to tell about what had happened during the night.
"Hello Sam. Well, what you say.""I did it Paul, I wet myself good last night. My
folks nearly flipped out when they learned that I had wet my bed and they wanted to know
if I was sick or something. This was a complete shocker to them.""Well, what did you tell
them?" "I told them that I wasn't feel so good and so they passed it off at that.
Man if they found out I did it on purpose I wouldn't be able to sit down for a year.
Say, how are things with you. Did your folks say anything else after I left about us wetting
our pants yesterday?""Well, yes they did. They wanted to know if you have been having
very many accidents during the day. I told them some but not many. I thought everything
was cool until they called me into the living room yesterday evening.
They said they wanted to have a talk with me. I didn't know what in the world
they wanted but I soon found out. They did not buy that story I told them about us
tickling each other until we wet our pants."'What did you tell them?""I told them that you
had an accident and that you were feeling so bad about it that I decided to wet my pants
also to help make you feel better. They said ifI did that again I wouldn't be able to sit for
awhile."
"Cool. After last night I think I will wet my pants during the day from time to time
but not always. My folks are gone and will do it when ever they are not around." After a
short pause, Sam then said, "I just peed in my pants real good. My folks will be back
shortly so I had better change before they get back.""Sam, you sure got into the spirit of
everything real quick. Just so you want feel alone, hold on just a minute," there was a
slight pause, "there, my pants are wet also.
Say, I got to go, my mom just got home earlier than planned." Paul quickly hung
up the phone and started toward his room. Paul's father was still asleep but his mother had
gone to church but came back home after Sunday school instead of staying through it all.
She got into the house before Paul could get out of sight.
"Come back here young man," she cried out. Not wanting to but knew he had to,
Paul turned around and walked toward his mother."What is the meaning of this? You are
almost sixteen and here you are with wet pants on. What have you got to say for yourself?
"Paul just stood there unable to speak. His mother just stood there looking straight at him,
eyes not wavering once.
Paul got so nervous that he suddenly starting wetting himself again."Get to your
room right this minute and stay there until we call for you, and don't change your clothes.
I want your dad to see you like this." The voice cut right through Paul. With that he ran to
his room and shut his door behind him.
About an hour later both his mother and father came to his room. Paul was sitting
on his bed just waiting for what might be coming. When they entered his room neither one
sat down, they just stood there looking at their son that was soon to be sixteen."Look, we
understand about you wetting the bed again.
The doctor said that could happen from time to time,and it appears that this is the
time. But, this wetting of your pants during the day is something else all together. Now,
tell us, what have you to say for yourself?""I don't know," Paul said with his head hanging
down, not wanting to see their face.
"What do you mean you don't know," his father shouted back at him."Just that,"
Paul said, "I was talking on the phone and needed to go real bad but thought I could hold
ita bit longer. The pain got to be so great that I just had to let it go." Part of this was true
for Paul had been thinking about wetting his pants so much that there were times that he
was not thinking about needing to pee until it was way to late."
"What do you think your father and I should do if this continues to happen to
you?""I don't know.""Well, first things first," his father stated as he took his belt off. He
then took Paul by the arm and held him while he gave him four or five good licks on his
wet butt. Now get out of those clothes and stay in your room the rest of the day.
Standing around the corner was his sister, grinning from ear to ear, saying, "Paul is
a baby, Paul is a baby, Paul wets his pants so Paul is a baby.""Shut up," Paul screamed at
his sister."Gale, go to your room and leave us alone right this minute," their mother said.
With Gale now gone the attention was back on Paul. "If we hear of you wetting
your pants again you get a worst licking than you did today. Do you understand young
man?"Paul said "Yes sir" and was left to sit there quietly in his room. 'What am I to do,' he
thought to himself.Soon he went over to his study desk and began doing his homework for
Monday. He got so involved in doing his homework that before he knew it he was wet
again. He quickly changed and pushed his wet clothes under his bed, waiting for a time to
get them to the dry before any one found out.
Chapter 4
The next day at school Dave and Sam came over to Paul."What's the matter Paul.
You look like you lost your best friend.""My mom caught me with wet pants on right after
I hung up on you Sam. Man, my dad gave we a licking so hard I had to set on the bed
instead of my chair for awhile.
They don't know it but I overheard them talking late last night and I picked up that
they had something planned for me as punishment if they found I wet mypants again. I
guess Iwill get a lot of spankings this summer because I amstill going to do what I said I
was going to do.
In fact, I have already started doing it some now, and the more I do it the easier it
is each time. By the way Sam, have you told Dave about your stay at my house the other
night.""No, not yet, but I will now if you like." Paul nodded and with that Sam began to
tell the whole story,beginning with the fact that they both wet their pants right after
supper.
"Dave, it was neat. You know, it felt good having on wet pants, so much so that
once I got home I wet my pants several times over the weekend. But let me tell you about
Friday night at Paul's. We loaded up with soda pop before going to bed. Later that night I
woke up and about to pop. I looked over at Paul and was about to wake him when I heard
him peeing while he was asleep.
That was all I needed, I just let it lose and wet the bed from head to toe. It felt so
good I could hardly wait to get home and do it in my own bed. The last two morning now
I have been waking up in a very wet bed.""Way to go Sam," Dave said with a grin on his
face. "I have been wetting my bed each night so my folks when out and put a plastic sheet
on my bed.
They said that if this keeps up that they will take me to the doctor once school is
out. Say, it's time for our next class."Once in class all thoughts of wet pants left the mind
of Paul as he and all the others where taking their exams. After about 30 minutes Paul
finished his test and turned it in and went back to his desk to wait for class to end.
He began to day dream about his summer plans of wetting his pants every day and
soon he had a very strong urge to go pee. He asked the teacher if he could go to the
bathroom but the teacher told him to hold it as it was only fifteen more minutes until class
was out. As hard as he could Paul tried to hold it back but soon he could feel the warm
pee beginning to flow through his pants.
He looked down and saw a big wet spot that was getting bigger and bigger with
each passing second. He was indeed trying to hold it but was having no luck. He jumped
up from his desk and walked quickly out of the class, through the hall and out the front
door and started for home.
By the timehe got home he was completely wet. Once home he pulled his wet
jeans and shorts off and placed them in the dryer along with his other wet clothes from the
day before. While waiting for his clothes to dry he suddenly hear his sister Gale come in
the front door."What are you doing home?" she asked. "I wasn't feeling good so I came
home for the rest of the day."
"Say, is that the dryer going. I bet you wet your pants again. You are a baby aren't
you. Wait till I tell mom, I heard them talking about putting you back in baby pants again."
"I wouldn't do that if I where you sis." "Why not?" "Because I could tell them that you
pooped in your pants the other day." "How did you know that?"
"Sis, when you poop in your pants you need to wash them first before placing
them in the dryer. I found them in the dryer when I went to put some other things in it."
Nothing was said the rest of the day and everything was going good Paul thought to
himself. He had worked out a system of hiding his wet clothes under his bed in a box and
would dry everything every other day so his stack did not get to large.
He quickly learned that it was much easier to hang his wet jeans in his closet. He
would hang them at the very back so that they would not be seen. By the next day he
found that they were dry and could be placed with the washing without anyone being the
wiser. All during this week Paul would wet his pants on the way home from school and
then he would also do it again before getting ready for bed.
He was really enjoying himself. He found that he liked having on wet pants more
than he realized. Each night he would go to bed and dream of wetting his pants during the
day and by morning he was always soaked. For Paul, everything seemed to be going great
and no one was the wiser except his friends that he would talk with just a few minutes
each day before heading home.
He had learned from them that they also enjoyed wetting their beds more than they
thought that they would and also were wetting their pants for fun, mostly on the weekend
when they were all alone. After school on Friday they all agreed to meet Paul at his house
about 10:30 on Saturday morning. When Paul got home that day he quickly pulled off his
wet pants, got the ones from under his bed and placed them all in the dryer.
By the time his parents got home from work he was in dry clothes and everything
in the dryer had been placed with the regular wash for the next day. Not much happened
until after supper when he parents came to his room. They both walked in side and shut
the door behind them. Paul knew when they did that he must be in deep trouble.
"Son, we told you what would happen if we found that you wet your pants
again."Paul looked at them, "What do you mean?""Don't give us that. We know that you
have been hiding your wet underwear in a box under your bed and your wet jeans at the
back of your closet.
Now, you know what is going to happen next," his father said, taking off his belt.
Paul just set there looking at them. He thought for sure they would never have looked
under his bed or in his closet. His mother said, "Here, put these on first." She handed him
a pair of short pants. In front of his parents he took off his jeans and put on these short
pants. When he got them on he found that they were very short.
"Mom, these are way to short for me.""No, not for a little boy who wants to have
wet pants on. You will wear them around the house just as they are now. I don't want to
have to wash your jeans all the time if you are going to continue to wet yourself each
day." Paul sat back down on his bed and noticed that anyone present could then see his
underwear whenever he was seated. Paul's face turned red from embarrassment.
"You are going to make me wear these all the time here?" "Yes, until you stop
wetting your pants. You will have to wear them even if you have any of your friends over,
do you understand that?""Yes, but. . . ""No buts, now stand up and bend over." With that
his father took the belt to his rear end and gave him a spanking like he had never had
before.
It had hurt so much that he cried for the first time in along time and even worst it
caused to pee all over himself."Oh, by the way," his mom added, "we have plastic pants
for you to wear when ever you away from the house. That even means to school come
Monday. I will bring them in later for you." Paul wanted to change his clothes but was
told that he would have to stay in his wet pants until time for bed.
With his parents gone he went over to his desk and sat there the best he could
wondering what he had got himself into. All of a sudden he just realized that his friends
were coming over in the morning. What in the world would they say when they say him
like this, he thought to himself.
Paul realized that he had not cleaned up his floor and there was still a poodle on
his floor. He got the towel he had been using all week and wiped up the mess. He then
went through the hall way on the way to the garage where the wash was kept. His sister
Gale stood at her door and said, "My big brother sure looks cute in his short pants. Are
they wet yet?" "Oh shut up," he said to her and went on out into the garage.
Once there he checked his pants that he was wearing and noticed that they were
almost dry. He remember that his jeans would stay wet along time but these short pants
appeared to dry out very fast. While in the garage he needed to pee and thinking to himself
that he could not make it back inside first decided tojust go ahead and do it in his pants.
Not wanting to make a mess that he would have to clean up he took the wet towel
and folded it and placed it between his legs under his short pants. In just a few seconds he
let the pee go and the towel kept it from getting all over the floor in the garage.
He had never wet the same clothes twice so this was very new to him. Placing the
towel with the others to be washed he headed back intothe house. It only took a glance to
notice that he had wet his shorts again. His parents saw him as he walked by but they
didn't say a word this time. Going into his room he didn't know if he would be getting a
whipping each time he wet himself or not. When it was time for bed he changed and
placed the damp clothes over the back of his chair and got in bed. This nigh this parents
did not come in to say good night to him.
THE END
WRITTEN BY: PAUL R.