It was over a month since I'd started my new life. I had recently been allowed to wear pyjamas to bed and although I was embarrassed by how childish they were, it was better than being naked after my bath. I had also finished my bed making punishment this morning. Timmy was still being a pain to me, he had bathed me several times with Ajax and I had had to go and play with him and his friends a couple of times in my shorts but I had survived their teasing and spanks. I had spoken to my stepfather about getting my record player and records back and he had said that if I took piano lessons from Mr Pope and got an appreciation for classical music then he would let me have them back. I thought things were looking up and the only new problem was I had a constant itch and pain in my bum hole.
So that night having watched TV after my bath, I went to bed happier than I had since my father died. The thought of just having to make my own bed and not have to put up with the teasing from the others was wonderful. I was going to get my stepdad to arrange the piano lessons because although I wasn't keen on the thought of classical music I would do anything to be allowed to have my own music back. I was even able to ignore Timmy's comments and fell asleep.
I was woken in the usual way with Timmy pulling my covers off me. As I woke I heard him cry out, "Urgh, you've wet your bed". As he said it I realised that I was wet. I looked down and my pyjamas were clinging to me and there was a large wet patch on the bottom sheet. I couldn't believe it. I hadn't wet the bed since I was a baby. My mind was racing how could this happen, what should I do. As my mind reeled with shock and horror I just lay there in the damp unable to move. The next thing I was aware of was Timmy opening the door and shouting, "Dave's wet the bed, Dave's wet the bed. The baby has wet himself". Within a few minutes we were joined by Alice, Elizabeth, my mother and my stepdad. The girls were giggling with Timmy.
"What is the meaning of this," dad demanded.
"I don't know," I replied, "I couldn't help it. I don't know what happened".
"Did you go to the toilet last night," he asked?
"Yes I did dad, really I did," I answered. I was so confused and was desperately trying to think of an explanation but my mind was blank. How could I who was going to be 13 in 2 days time have wet my bed. I couldn't remember having ever done so before which meant that I must have stopped very young.
"Well it is either because you were lazy or that we are still treating you as too old and maybe it would be better if we treated you as a 2 year old and put you back in nappies," he threatened.
"No dad it was just an accident, I'm sorry it won't happen again. Please not nappies," I begged.
"Well for now we will treat it as laziness," he conceded. I had a moment to feel relieved before I was ordered to strip off my wet pyjamas. I got up and complied and stood there naked with the wet pyjamas on the bed. Next thing I knew Dad had me by the scruff of my neck and my face was forced down into the wet patch and it was rubbed over the still very wet sheet. I shut my eyes tight but could feel the piss on my lips and going in my nose. Next I was made to lie on the bed face down and I was whipped all over with the wet pyjamas. It hurt a bit but the feel of the drops of piss running over me was almost as bad. I was soon in tears but it was the humiliation that caused them rather than any pain. Dad finished by giving me the slipper which really did hurt on my wet bum. I was sobbing and pleading for him to stop but he continued while he gave me his orders.
"You will take the sheet and pyjamas to the bathroom and put them to soak in the bath. You will then come and rinse and scrub the stain on the mattress and then take it out into the garden and put it to dry. You will then wash the sheet and pyjamas thoroughly in the bath and then take them and hang them out on the washing line. I'm not having you make extra work for your mother. When you have done that you will come and ask Timmy to give you another bath to make sure you are really clean. Do you understand?"
I could hardly speak as his orders had been punctuated with many slaps with the slipper but I gasped out my agreement.
"OK get on with it," he ordered giving me one more slap with the slipper. As I got up I saw Timmy and the girls with the biggest grins on their faces and knew this would be the subject of further teasing in the future. Then I saw my mother's face and the look of disgust on her face hurt more than even the slippering had.
I gathered up the sheet and pyjamas and threw them in the bath and went downstairs to get the soap powder. I returned upstairs and ran water into the bath and added the soap powder. While the bath was filling Mum had got me a bowl of water, a scrubbing brush and a cloth and I cleaned off the mattress. Next I struggled downstairs with it and propped it up in the garden. I hoped it would dry by tonight. I was really worried that I might be seen naked by the neighbours so I sprinted back to the house. After washing and rinsing the sheet and pyjamas again I had to go outside naked and this time the operation took much longer as I had to peg everything out and not being at all practised at this it took some time. If anyone saw me they didn't let me know.
Timmy was impatient to go out so my bathing took less time than usual although if anything he was rougher than usual and he brought tears to my eyes with the toothbrush and Ajax. I was so sore down there when he had finished but he rushed off leaving me to clear up the mess and get dressed.
The rest of the day passed without real incident except for lots of comments from everyone but Jane about my accident. The twins teased me, mum told me how ashamed she was of me and Dad warned me that a repeat episode would leave the mattress ruined and I would have to buy a replacement as he wasn't going to have Timmy having to put up with a smelly room because I was too lazy to go to the toilet. I promised it wouldn't happen again although as I didn't know why it happened I couldn't really be sure I could prevent it happening again.
After tea I got the mattress in and struggled upstairs with it. There was still a mark on it and it was still a bit damp but I turned it over. Then I had to iron the sheet and my pyjamas and make my bed. When I had done it Dad said as I had had a bath in the morning I could just have my usual morning strip wash and come down and watch TV. I spent the evening enjoying the programmes but not the comments from the others discussing whether they thought I would wet myself again. Timmy kept saying he was sure I would as I was such a baby. I did my best to ignore him and the others but it was hard. I couldn't help thinking that perhaps I was changing back into a baby. When it was time for bed I went and stood at the toilet for ages squeezing hard trying to get every drop out. I had a very disturbed night. I had a nightmare where I kept wetting my bed and woke up with a start several times. With my heart racing each time, I checked but I was dry apart from the sweat dripping off my body. The last time I woke I was aware of Timmy being out of bed and as I came too he got down on his knees and seemed to be getting something from under his bed. At that moment I realised I was soaking again and one side of my covers were tucked back over me. Timmy got up and looked at me, "Phew," he said, "I thought it was smelly in here, what a baby." With that he went to the door and called, "Dad, Dave's wet his bed again".
I heard his dad reply, "OK son its too early for me to deal to with him now. Make him strip and then rub his face in the wet and then tell him to lie in it until I get up. Oh and put the wet pyjamas on his face. If the top covers aren't wet take them off so they don't get ruined. Don't worry about the mattress it won't matter as he'll be buying a new one with his money".
"OK you heard him, Timmy said, "Get stripped". I started to get up knowing if I disobeyed he would call his dad and I would get it worse, "Stand on the bed I don't want the floor smelling of your pee as well," he ordered. I balanced precariously as I pulled down my pyjama pants and dropped them down. They were really soaking I couldn't believe that I had had so much pee inside of me. Next I was ordered to my knees with my head over the wet patch and his two hands pushed my face down and rubbed away. Again I screwed my eyes up but felt the wet on my lips and up my nose. He went on much longer than his dad and I had to breathe in several times while he was doing it. When he had finished he made me lie on my back with my bottom in the wet patch and knelt on my arms and sat on my chest. "Open your mouth," he ordered and stupidly I obeyed. The next thing I knew I had the wettest part of the pyjama bottoms in my mouth with more of the wet patch over the rest of my face. As I tried to spit it out, he tied the pyjama top round my face to hold it in position. "If you touch it I'll call dad and tell him you're not doing what you are told and ask him if I can pee in your mouth," he threatened. I knew on past experience it was quite likely that his dad would let him and even if he didn't my punishment would be increased for being disobedient. So I had to lie there breathing through the piss soaked pyjamas and having to drink the piss that came off in my mouth.
I was blindfolded so could see nothing but felt Timmy get off and then I heard him scrabbling on the floor and then he went off to the bathroom. When he came back he checked my gag and blindfold and when he was satisfied he returned to his bed with remarks about what his dad would do to me. I lay there for what seemed ages not sure if I wanted his dad to arrive or not. When he did I presumed I would get rid of the gag and blindfold but I knew my bum would suffer. I wasn't sure how I was going to pay for a new mattress. I hadn't had any pocket money since my real dad had died but I did have money in the building society. I hoped I wouldn't have to use that as it was mainly from my real dad and he had told me to keep it for when I was eighteen. Perhaps I could do chores to earn the money.
Eventually Dad arrived in the room. When he saw how I was gagged and blindfolded he congratulated Timmy and left them on while he turned me over so now my _c_o_c_k_ and balls were in the damp patch and my bum which was cold and wet by now was exposed. He had brought the clothes brush with him this time and the large wooden back started cracking down on my cheeks. He told me I was going to have to repeat yesterday morning's activities including the bath from Timmy. He was then going to take me to the doctor to make sure there was nothing physically wrong with me and see if he had any ideas about what to do with me. The spanking went on longer than yesterday and the brush hurt a lot more than the slipper so I was in agony by the time he had finished. He undid the pyjamas which were soaked with my tears as well now and as he took them off I saw that I had had the same audience as yesterday.
I carried out my washing and scrubbing chores though why I had to clean the mattress as my stepdad told me he was getting rid of it today I don't know but I did and put it out in the garden to dry. After washing and hanging out the sheet and pyjamas I suffered for the second day running at the hands of Timmy. All through the bath he taunted me about being a baby and how much fun it would be to see me in nappies and that I would have to wear them to my new school and all the boys would call me nappy boy. I think I would have been in tears anyway at the end of it especially as I felt so ashamed of myself but the brush and Ajax up my bum hole was even more painful than before, it really burnt. Eventually he was done and after cleaning the bathroom up I got dressed in a pair of my play shorts and a short sleeved shirt Dad had left out for me, no briefs or socks just a pair of sandals. The shorts which we had got from the tailors were the ones without sides and left much of my well punished cheeks on view to everyone.
After breakfast dad told me to get in the car and he drove me to the doctors. When we arrived there were a number of people in the waiting area. I was so embarrassed as dad announced in a loud voice to the receptionist that I needed to see the doctor as I was wetting my bed. Several people looked round including a couple of girls about my age who then whispered to their mothers and seemed to laugh. My face was as red as my backside especially as the only two seats left were between the two girls. I would have happily stood but dad insisted we sat. I sat staring down as dad started up a conversation with the women which soon got round again to the reason for us being there. I tried to avoid any eye contact with anyone and stared down at the floor. Doing this I failed to notice another lady had come in and the next thing I knew was I received a hard slap on the top of my thigh which due to the shorts was bare.
"Get up at once," dad shouted, "And offer the lady your seat. I won't have such rudeness".
I jumped to my feet and rushed over to the lady and offered her seat which she accepted with a smile of thanks. As she sat down dad made me stand in front of him and slapped my bare thighs scolding me that I should never wait to be told to offer my seat to anyone older than me but should get up immediately. I tried to explain that I hadn't seen her but he said I should have been looking. When he was done I was made to apologise to the lady and my father was congratulated by all three women on his firmness and the fact that I was being taught good manners. The new woman was then told about my bed wetting problem and the four of them discussed me in the most uncomplimentary terms.
This went on for sometime and several patients were seen and more people arrived at the surgery. After about half an hour the doctor came out of his room and spoke to the women. I recognised him from the tailors shop. He explained that he needed to take some samples from me and have them tested so would they mind if he saw me first and it would only delay them a few minutes. They all agreed and so I was taken through to his consulting room. Even before the door was shut he told me to strip, I hesitated for a second looking at the open door but my father came across to me leaving the door open and landed a hard blow on my backside. "Get on with it David, don't hold the doctor up and keep those kind ladies waiting." I pulled my shirt off and bent to take off my sandals and I was relieved to see him returning to the door. After I had taken of my sandals I pulled my shorts down and my stepfather shut the door.
The doctor ran his hands all over my front and cupped my balls. "How old did you say he was John," he asked.
"He will be 13 tomorrow," dad replied.
"Very nice, very nice, you see these have dropped," the doctor said as he juggled my balls, "he'll be growing hair soon down here and this little thing will get bigger as well". As he said the last he started to rub my willy which was soon standing straight out. "I wonder if he can make any sperm yet, well I suppose we can find out later. First I need a blood and then a urine sample". With this he got a syringe and took some blood out of my arm. He squirted it into a sample bottle. "John will you take that to the nurse and ask her to test it and to give you a bottle for a urine sample," he said as he put a plaster on the puncture mark. While dad was gone the doctor started rubbing my willy again as it had gone down while I was having my blood taken. His other hand ran over my backside and felt round my hole. I winced as he touched it and he asked me if it hurt. I told him it did and he asked me what had happened to it. I explained about the toothbrush and the Ajax and he told me we would deal with it later. About that time my stepdad came back with a clear bottle about the size of a milk bottle but a different shape. "OK David I want you to fill that now," the doctor said as dad handed me the bottle. I looked around for somewhere to go and do it. "Come on now, I haven't got time to wait, I've other patients to see," he ordered. I held the bottle up to my willy but knew that I would have great difficulty going in front of the two men even though I didn't realise at that time that it was almost impossible to go when I was stiff like I was now. "OK I can't wait John take him out and when he's gone give it to the nurse and don't let him take all day or we won't get the results, I'll see my other patients then we can do a thorough job on him when I'm finished".
My father grabbed me by the arm and marched me out of the doctor's room back into the waiting room. This time though I was stark naked holding a clear glass bottle in front of my stiff little willy. I felt every eye in the place on me as my father marched me back to the seat he had been sitting in before. "I hope you don't mind," he said to the women, "But he's being awkward and the doctor didn't want him to delay you any more".
"Not at all," they all replied as one and the woman and daughter who's turn it was to go in to see the doctor seemed reluctant to leave us.
"Right fill that bottle now," dad ordered. I knew that while it was hard to go in front of the doctor and my stepdad there was no way that I could go in front of all the people in the waiting room particularly with two women and a teenage girl less than 3 feet away from me.
"I can't dad really, not in front of everyone," I explained, "Isn't there anywhere private I can go".
"No now stop messing around I am going to count to ten then I'm going to put you across my knee and everyone will see how stubborn little boys get treated. One, two three".
I tightened my cheeks and squeezed hard but nothing came out. "Four, five, six, seven."
I was really forcing but all I could feel was the pain in my hole, not a drop could I squeeze out.
"Eight, nine, ten"
"Please dad I can't help it I really am trying, I am, I'm not being stubborn, please don't spank me," I begged. I was aware how sore I was still from this morning's beating with the brush and I knew I would be crying quickly if I got anymore spanks on it.
"I warned you what would happen," dad said as he removed the bottle from me and handed it to one of the women. "Would you mind holding that while I persuade this boy to do as he's told".
"Not at all," she replied with a grin.
Dad then pulled me across his knees and once again my cheeks felt the full weight of his hand on them. 'Slap Slap Slap'. "So you're happy to wet your bed but won't give a sample for the doctor." 'Slap Slap Slap'. I realised that anybody that had come in since the last time my dad had announced my shameful crime would now be aware of it. 'Slap, Slap, Slap'. Dad was alternating between one spot on my right cheek and one on the left. 'Slap, Slap, Slap'. I was right with the pain and the embarrassment I was soon crying out with tears running down my cheeks. 'Slap, Slap, Slap'. "Boy I want the water coming out the other end of you as well". 'Slap, Slap, Slap'. "You ready to do as you are told, boy". 'Slap, Slap, Slap'.
"I'll try dad, really I will," I sobbed.
Dad pulled me off his lap and stood me up again. I was pleased to see my willy had gone down although I was a bit ashamed at how small it looked. Again I was passed the bottle and I held it close to my willy and tried hard to squeeze some out without success.
A man who was sitting near by said, "Perhaps if you gave him some water to drink that would help".
My father agreed and the receptionist brought a large jug of water and a glass. Dad filled the glass and handed it to me. I put the bottle down to take it and the girl said, "Mum shall I hold it for him in case it comes out while he's drinking".
"Would you like my daughter to help," she asked my stepfather, "When she grows up she wants to be a nurse".
"If you don't mind, that would be very kind of her," he replied.
The girl was up and grabbed the bottle in a trice as if she was scared they would change their minds. The next minute she had grabbed my willy and shoved it into the bottle but once in she didn't let go. "I don't want it coming out its so small," she explained.
So there I stood with about a dozen people watching, stark naked, with a sore red bum, with my willy, held by a 14 year old girl, pointing in a bottle drinking glass after glass of water. The tears continued to fall but not a drop could I get out at the other end. When the jug was empty dad got it filled again and I was made to drink more. I felt that I was going to drown as the water swelled my stomach. Everyone gathered around and discussed ideas to make me go. Whistling was suggested and soon there was a chorus of whistling but it had no effect.
Next the man who had suggested that perhaps putting pressure on my bladder would work. My dad asked him to show what he meant. I had to go and sit on his knees with my legs on the outside of his legs which he then spread. He got the girl to come and hold the bottle while he ran his fingers starting each side of my belly button pushing down till they met at the top of my willy. He pressed very hard and repeated it time after time. It was painful but it didn't produce any sample.
The next idea was to tickle me and before I knew it I had several people tickling me, a couple under my arms, another my stomach, a couple did my legs and one tickled between my legs, I was very ticklish and I thought I was going to die as I couldn't breathe and I felt sick from all the water but finally the dam burst and I peed and luckily the teenage girl did her job properly and caught it in the bottle. Dad made me go and thank everybody for their help and to apologise for being such a nuisance while he took the sample to the nurse for testing.
When he got back he made me stand saying he thought I would appreciate not having to sit on my backside which was true but when I put my hands in front of my willy he slapped them away and told me not to play with it. When the next patient came out I suggested that I should go and ask for my clothes back but he informed me and everyone else that I had wasted enough of the doctor's time and that I was going to remain naked so I would be ready for him this time. I had to stand there for well over an hour on display while all the other people were seen. It was amazing how many of the other patients came and sat with my stepfather and talked, several of them after they had been seen by the doctor and should have gone home. I felt they were just doing it to get a close look at me. My dad was quite happy to talk to them and tell them all the things I would rather have kept secret. Many times I was told to turn round to show what a well spanked and brushed backside looked and felt like. My stepdad seemed so proud of his handiwork and no one seemed to think there was anything wrong with the way I was treated. I got many a withering comment about how ashamed I should be at my age of wetting the bed. I didn't need telling that but they all seemed to think it justified my treatment.
Eventually everyone had been seen and it was my turn to return to the doctor. I was made to kneel up on the couch with my knees spread wide and push my bum hole out. The doctor then got an instrument which he pushed into my hole. It hurt as it went in but that was nothing to the pain as he did something and it seemed to open up inside me. I felt my hole was being torn apart. "John," he said, "You see how inflamed and sore it is, I think you should get Timmy to stop with the Ajax up there permanently and no toothbrush for a few days otherwise it could get very badly infected. I have some cream which will need to be put on three times a day and I think an enema with another solution I will give you so everything expelled is in liquid form and then apply the cream. OK David the cream will sting but it will make you better back there". He closed the instrument and took it out, "We don't want to stretch this too much John until people have got some pleasure from it". Dad nodded and then the doctor took a large dab of cream and pushed his finger well in and wiggled it around. I yelled as the cream burnt my tender hole. "Make sure you work it well in and put plenty on," he instructed, matching his words by pulling his finger out and getting more cream and shoving it back in and working it around inside me. "Finish by putting some on the outside here and letting it dry before he gets dressed. If you pull his cheeks apart so I can get all the edges". Dad reached forward and pulled the cheeks apart and the doctor spread the burning cream all round my hole and the surrounding area. The pain and humiliation were too much for me again and I started crying again. "Gosh he is a baby," mocked the doctor, "Lets leave him to hold his cheeks apart while the cream dries while we discuss his other baby behaviour. Keep them well spread David or I'll have to put more cream on".
"And I will warm the rest of your bum up as well if you let go," threatened dad.
So while they went over to the desk and discussed my bed wetting I knelt on the couch with my head down and my arse up in the air desperately keeping my cheeks spread. I probably spent 10 minutes like that although it seemed much longer especially as towards the end I started to get a desperate urge to have a pee. All the water I had drunk had worked its way through my system and now desperately wanted to get out.
"Dad," I said, "I need to go to the toilet".
"Well you'll just have to wait," he replied.
"Do you want to do number ones or twos," the doctor asked?
"Number ones," I replied using the term I had used as a toddler for peeing emphasised the way I felt more like a three year old rather than an almost 13 year old.
"Well this will be good to see what control he has of his bladder," the doctor told my father. "Right David the cream should be dry now. Get off the couch and come over here. You must not go to the toilet until we say you can. If you do your father will beat you severely and you will have to wear nappies because you can't be trusted. Do you understand".
"How long do I have to hold it in," I asked coming over to them at the desk?
"Until we say you can relieve yourself and not before. You are going to have to learn to control your bladder and then perhaps you will manage to control it when you are in bed. Now your dad and I am going to have a beer and a game of cards while we wait and you are going to drink another jug of water".
I couldn't believe my ears here was I bursting to go and he wanted me to drink more. He went to a fridge and got bottles of beer for them and then he filled an enormous jug full of water and brought it over to me with a cup. He left the tap running which just seemed to make me want to go more. "OK get drinking because we won't even consider letting you go until its all drunk," he said. With this he opened the bottles and after passing one to my stepdad picked up the cards and shuffled them and then dealt.
For the next 2 hours they played cards and I forced the water down but when I finished the jug he just filled it again and told me to drink it. He made me stand by him and he would touch me and press my stomach and just above my willy and he would rub my willy keeping it hard. When he had finished with the first bottle of beer he pushed it in my bum hole and told me to keep it gripped tight and not let it come out. He said it would help my muscles and improve my control. After an hour I was whimpering and begging to be allowed to go but it did no good. I was told I would have to wait another hour. I was in agony but I was determined. I stared at the clock and watched it tick round I've never known time go so slowly. I was trying to cross my legs but the bottle up my bum made it hard and by the end I was crying and sweat was dripping of me.
"The boy's done well John, I never thought he would make it. Now we better give him some help. Go and lie on the couch on your back David. Oh you better take the bottle out," he said with a laugh.
I obeyed wondering how I could pee lying on my back. The doctor came over and told my father to hold me down. He then took hold of my penis and I felt a sharp pain in it as he pushed something down my slit. He explained that it was called a catheter and it meant I could only pee when it was open so he would control it. He also told me if I continued to pee my bed he would put one in permanently and then my dad could control when I peed. He said I was going to learn what it felt like to have someone else in control of my peeing. When it was fitted they returned to their card game and I was left to find out that while the responsibility of holding in my pee had been taken away from me the pain of not getting relief was not lessened. They played for another hour and finally I was allowed to have a pee. It was the best feeling in the world, the relief was amazing. I finally was allowed to put my shorts, shirt and sandals on. Dad and I left after the doctor had given him various tubes and bottles which I was not to find out about until we arrived at home.