BABY MIKEY LEARNS A LESSON
The evening news was just ending when I noticed the red and blue lights whirling around outside the window. Of course I had to go and see what it was about. In the small town I lived in you never saw a police car around, so this was something big! I opened the front door and stepped out onto the front porch, it was then I saw the police car was stopped in front of my house.
The shadow in the back seat of the car was about the shape and size of my son, so I
figured he had gotten into some kind of trouble. There were two officers in the car, one stayed there, and the other, a female walked up to me. "Mrs. Jones, can we talk inside?"
I showed her in and we sat in the living room as she explained the situation. I was
informed that Mike's friend Joey, the brat of the neighborhood and dared Mike to steal an
embarrassing item from a local drug store, and that Mike had taken the dare and gotten
caught. When I learned just what the embarrassing item was, I knew exactly how to
handle the problem. I handed the officer a 20 dollar bill to cover the cost of the item and
assured her it would not happen again. I followed her to the car and got my son and the
item in question and dragged both inside.
Mike sat down on the sofa, his arms crossed and looking at me as though I was the
one who had done wrong. "Go get the belt" I ordered. Mike knew better than to argue, he
jumped up and ran to fetch the leather belt, which was the only thing his father had left
behind when he ran off.
"Strip" was my next order, and a now embarrassed 15 year old removed all his
clothed in front of me. I had him turn and stand next to the couch his hands resting on
the arm rest.
He didn't see me open the item he had attempted to steal, and remove one of the
disposable adult diapers from the bag. I set it down on the couch in plain view for him. I
was going to let him look at it for a while, meantime we had something else to take care
of. I folded the belt over in my hand and quickly delivered 10 sharp spanks to his bare
backside. Enough to cause him a good deal of discomfort.
"Now lay down!" I demanded pointing to the couch. He laid down with his head at the
opposite end and the diaper at his feet, between his legs. Before I did anything I
explained the rest of his punishment to him. "Michael, I am very disappointed in you. It's
only the first week of your summer vacation and already you are in trouble. You are
grounded for a month, and for that month you will wear the diapers you liked enough to
steal!" Mike looked at me shocked and for the first time started to cry. I knew he wasn't
really a bad kid, but since he had been hanging out with Joey he had been getting into
more and more trouble and it was time to put a stop to it!
I unfolded the diaper and with a slap to his bare tummy Mike raised up so I could
slide it under him. He said nothing as I pulled it up through his legs and tightly fastened
the tapes in place. I took his pants and threw them down the basement stairs toward the
washer and then sent him to bed for the night. I had to work hard to keep from laughing
as his diapered but waddled up the stairs toward his room. I sat down and put more
thought into how I was going to handle this. When I was satisfied with my plan I took care
of a few things and went to bed.
Chapter two
Just as I had expected I head Mike get up in the middle of the night, to go to the
bathroom. First I heard him rattling the upstairs bathroom door and then the downstairs
bathroom. He was quick to figure out they had both been locked and he was not going to
use them. I heard him crying as he came back up stairs and every so quietly I heard him
say through his tears "I can't believe I wet myself" I smiled contentedly and went back to
bed.
The next morning I found Mike asleep in his bed in an obviously wet diaper. I started
to take it off before he woke up, and started yelling at me "How could you lock the
bathrooms!" he begged to know as he started to cry again. I calmly explained that his
punishment was to wear diapers and he sure as hell was going to use them! He tried to
argue it, but soon gave up. I unlocked the bathroom so that he could shower. Mike was
very embarrassed that I stayed in the bathroom and watched him shower. I warned him, if
he used the toilet or peed in the shower he would get quite a spanking and be in diapers
for an extra month! Mike showered quickly and dried himself off.
Back in his room, I got a clean diaper on him, then told him to get dressed as he was
going with me to the supermarket. Mike did as he was told, and within twenty minutes he
was ready to go. As we left the house he kissed me and softly whispered "I'm sorry mom"
"I know you are honey, I know" I reassured him as we got into the car. I started the engine
and then reached over and buckled his seat belt as he never would wear it himself.
We drove down to piggly-wiggly to do our shopping. In addition to the usually
groceries I also loaded baby wiped, powder, lotion and more diapers into the shopping
cart, much to Mike's embarrassment. We paid for the groceries and then headed home. on
the way home Mike started to cry again. Without even asking him what was wrong I said
"If you are going to cry every time you pee, it's going to be a long month" Mike wiped his
eyes "Sorry, it's just I'm so mad at myself for getting myself into this." With one arm still
on the wheel I hugged him with the other "You'll get used to it." He nodded to me, and
wiped the last tear from his eye. I changed him as soon as we got home, and then we
brought the groceries in. I was amazed at how helpful Mike was, putting everything away
for me, and even starting the dishes without my asking. He certainly is well behaved in a
diaper, I said to myself.
Chapter Three
The rest of the day was quiet. Mike cleaned his room and then watched TV. He was
bored to death seeing as he was grounded, but he made the best of it. Two more diapers
were changed before dinner, including his first messy one, which of course had him
crying again. It was hard for me to see him crying so much, especially at 15, but again, it
is for his own good. If this is what it takes to make him behave, it's well worth it!
We ate together, something we had gotten out of the habit of doing,
and then he did the dishes and we watched TV together until it was almost his bedtime. I
changed him for the last time for the day, kissed him goodnight, and left him alone in his
room.
From my room next door, I could always hear any noise he made, and was glad to
hear that having to wear diapers had not interfered with his..uh..sex life. I waited one hour
after the noise stopped and then went to check on him. As I expected I found him in bed
asleep, his diaper half off as he wasn't able to get the taped to re-stick once he had taken
them off. Even less surprising was a cum stain in the center of his diaper. Without waking
him I changed him into another clean diaper and went to bed.
Chapter Four
Within a few days things had gotten to seem normal. Mike no longer cried when he
wet or messed himself and changing him got to be an expected part of the day. Mike was
in a good mood most of the time, and was better behaved than he had been in years.
As the month came closer to ending I was actually going to hate to see it end.
Between his behaving and the extra time we spent together I actually liked this whole
diaper thing. But fair is fair, he had behaved and so I had to end the punishment.
About a week after the punishment had stopped I noticed that the supply of diapers
was still going down, and a trip to his room late that night showed me that Mike was
diapering himself at night, only to bed. and he liked diapers!
I decided not to say anything to him, and left it alone. But Mike came to me a few
days later, his supply gone, he told me, with tears in his eyes that he wanted to be kept in
diapers, and so my son, 15 years old, is diapered by me every night and changed every
morning. How long will it last? I don't really know, I guess it depends on how long it
takes him to find a girlfriend to diaper him
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