That morning when I woke up I knew something was wrong straight away. I was cold and wet. I reached down under the sheets and felt around my bottom and dick. Sure enough I was soaked down there. I should say that a few years back I had problems wetting the bed when I was as old as 8, but it had cleared up. Surely my problem hadn't started again. As I laid there frightened to get up I thought of all the humiliation that I had gone though. My dad to this day thinks it was the spanking he gave me every morning when I woke up wet that cured me. This wasn't fair after all the vents of the past couple of weeks. Why now?
I hoped I could make it up before Scott woke up. So Gingerly peeled back the wet sheets and pulled myself out of bed. I stood up but my PJ top was clearly a darker colour all around the bottom where it was wet. If I was allowed bottoms they would be even more soaked. I had to get to the bathroom before anyone saw me.
"Morning Josh!" I froze on the spot. Damm, Scott was awake - and he was getting out of bed! "hey what's that on your PJs?" he asked
"Um nothing. Uhh.. I'll go to the bathroom 1st then OK?!" I stammered going red
"Sure, but your bum looks a bit wet - what's happened?" said Scott staring suspiciously.
"Its nothing" I mumbled trying to pull my PJ top over my wet skin.
By now he was up close by me and my bed. "You haven't....." he started saying, but instead of finishing the sentence, he pulled back the sheets to my bed "Wow you have - you've wet the bed again!!"
"I know, but please dont say anything, please?!" I begged completely ashamed "I'm just going to clean myself up"
"What like you didn't say anything about the breakage last week? I said I would get even with you, and its pay back time!" Before I could even argue or reason he had bolted into the hallway "Daaaaaddddy" he yelled "Josh has wet the bed; Josh has wet the bed!"
I just froze, and to be honest, I was so ashamed I started to cry right there and then. I felt absolutely pathetic. A blubbing boy who had just wet his bed. Dad was soon in our room. "Josh is this true?" he started, but the wet sheets, my wet bottom and the PJs confirmed his fears. "This is hard to believe - at your age too! I thought you had grown out of wetting the bed young man, but I suppose it simply confirms everything that happened last week - that you are still just a little boy. Even Scott doesn't wet the bed."
"I know daddy I'm sorry" I blubbed.
"Scott will you fetch me a towel" dad asked - and then to me "Well, it might be a one off Joshua, but you know how stupid it is? I just dont know."
"Here you are daddy" said Scott handing my dad the towel.
"thanks son" he replied, sitting in the only chair in our room, and putting the towel over his lap. "Come on then Josh, I think you remember what happens to little boys who wet their beds!"
"Yes daddy" I replied stepping up to him.
"tell me son!"
"They get their bottoms spanked." I mumbled, still sobbing, pulling of my PJ top, as I knew the spanking would be administered to me naked. Scott wasn't going anywhere of course - the last thing he would do is miss out on his big brothers second bare assed spanking in as many weeks.
"Very well then" continued my dad. "Over you come!" as he pulled me over his lap. As he started spanking me, it seemed to hurt more than ever - I dont know if it was because my bottom was still wet, or because it was 1st thing in the morning or just cause I felt so emotional, I started to cry out more than usual, after about 10 or 15.
SLAP, Slap, Slap
"Ohh daddy, please I'm sorry!" I blubbed
Slap, Slap Slap Slap
"I'm sorry I wet the bed - please no more daddy!"
Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap
"Stop daddy please!"
It didn't help much, and I got the usual dose (much more than this!) before I was stood up, tears running down my face.
"Come on now Josh, its over!" said my Dad, with quite a bit of kindness n his voice. "Lets hops that your spanking cures you!" He pulled me towards him, and rocked me ever so slightly giving me a hug. "Poor lad" he mumbled gruffly. After a few minutes, he stopped and reminded me "1st thing you do is to strip your bed and take the sheets downstairs to the washroom"
"Yes daddy" I sniffled. With that he left me to strip the bed, which I did. Of course Scott was hyper.
"I cant believe it - your still pissing the bed!" he crowed. "What a baby!" I couldn't say much really. I was a bed wetter, and the proof was in my hands. I stopped to feel my bum - it hurt bad. "Ha how does it feel? 2 weeks ago you thought you were so much better. Now look at you - a spanked bed wetter!" I left him to his smugness, dropped the sheets of and went in to shower. When I returned, my brother was still there grinning inanely. As I dressed, he kept dropping sarcky comments. After I put on my school shirt I noticed my Long trousers and pile of underpants I was no longer allowed to wear, as I pulled on my grey school shorts. This morning of all mornings, the significance hit me hard. Dad was right, I was just a little boy who couldn't keep his bed dry. I was feeling very sorry for myself.
School went without a hitch - I was dreading my brother spreading stuff , but he didn't; which was good of him. I was so ashamed of myself all day. I hadn't been spanked first thing in the morning for ages, but it meant that the rough fabric of the my shorts rubbed my sore bum all day which wasn't nice.
Wen I got home I thanked Scott for not saying anything. "Its not for your benefit" he snorted "the last kid who told our class that his little brother was a bed wetter had a bad time. We all said we thought we could smell piss on him too! Imagine if I let I known that my big brother pisses his bed still!!" I just went bright red and mumbled about being sorry. As usual after dinner we were told to go up to get ready for bed.
I noticed that my bed had been remade as we both put on our PJ tops. Just as I was putting my stuff away, Scott came up behind me and grabbed my dick "Best make sure your pee pee doesn't leak again, or the liddle baybe will get his bot bot spanked again" giggled Scott in his most childish voice, before collapsing into giggles.
"Gerroff, let me go" I snapped hitting his hand away. He tried to grab me again, and with that we started a fight the two of us ending up rolling around the floor doing our best to hit each other wherever we could.
"WHAT is going on?!" exclaimed my mother entering our room. We both stood up. "I Will not have you fighting - do you hear me!" with that she grabbed me and smacked me about 5 times on my bum. "Whats gotten into you?!" before grabbing Scott and doing the same to him.
"He started it!" I started to explain
"I dont want to hear - in fact the pair of you needn't come down - straight to bed right now!" she exclaimed.
"Aww mum, its only just Seven!" started Scott.
"You should have thought about that - BED!" she snapped, and with that stalked out closing the door behind her. Mum could spank quite hard when she wanted to, so the pair of us just stood there rubbing our bottoms a bit.
I noticed Scott's dick was a bit hard. I was going to say something, but Scott quickly changed the subject "Your bottoms getting a spanking every day at the moment! So much for being so much better than me. HA! Its great to see you getting spanked again!"
"Yeh - that way you got a hardon Scottie! You like seeing me spanked that much!?"
Now it was Scott's turn to go red, but he was quick to turn the tables back again "Just like seeing you treated like the bed wetting baby you are!" and with that he got into bed an ignored me completely. I did the same and turned out the light. Scottie was still mad at me for his grounding. My last thoughts on falling asleep were to some other force, pleading with it not to let me wet the bed again.
Sadly it wasn't much help, the next morning I found myself just as wet as the day before. It was so unfair. Once again, I contemplated getting to the bathroom quick, but this time dad was on the scene, asking if I was dry. I couldn't lie "No daddy. I've done it again" I mumbled. I noticed he had a towel ready for his lap again.
"Oh dear, well up you get then, and come over hear for your punishment. You can get ready for school then!" suddenly this was getting a bit too normal. Josh wets his bed, and has a spanking and gets ready for school. I pushed the sheets away, stood up, and pulled off my PJ top like yesterday. Scott was of course awake and sitting up, not wanting to miss a moment of my discomfort. I walked naked over to my daddy, who pulled me over his lap, and give me another spanking to my already tender bottom. Like yesterday - it hurt bad, and I was soon blubbing. Like yesterday, dad was very sympathetic, and hugged me "Never mind, your Mum and I have got an idea to help you. We'll have a chat tonight!"
After that it was just like yesterday, I stripped the bed, showered, dressed, had a load of lip from Scott, and went to School. Came home, changed and had tea with the family. It was only when Scott and I wee told to get ready for bed that Daddy outlined his new plan. Following me up the stairs, he led me to one of the hall cupboards.
"Josh, I know you hate wetting the bed and then being spanked. So I have worked out something better. I have been into town today and got these." With that he opened the door to the closet and in there I could see the worse thing ever.
"No daddy you cant be serious. Not that Please!" and I started crying. In the cupboard was a pile of terry cotton nappies and plastic underpants. "I'm too old to wear nappies!" I snivelled "Dont make me, please.. its not fair!"
"Come on Son - its for your own good - look, I wont need to spank you if you have an accident in these - that's what they are for. And you wont have to keep washing sheets. Its for the best. No one need know, and when your over it you can stop!"
"But its too awful" I tried "id rather be spanked than do this. I wont wear them - I WONT!"
"Now look young man. Its not an invitation. You wet the bed, so I'm putting you in nappies like it or not. I dont have time for the carry on every morning and your mum doesn't have time to keep changing your bed. Now get ready for bed - and if your not downstairs ready for bed wearing your nappy each night, then I will spank you! You understand!"
"yes daddy!" I sobbed pitifully
"everything you need its there including he pins. I couldn't get disposables - your too big! Look if you get stuck, bring it down and your mum will do it. Oh really cheer up its not the end of the world!" and with that he went back downstairs, with me looking incredulously into the cupboard. This had to be the lowest I cold sink. I picked up a nappy, a pair of the hideous undies and some nappy pins and went into my room, to meet my squeaking little brother.
"HA HA HA!" he screamed "My big brother in nappies what a Baaaby!" Baaaaby! Baaaaabby!" he crowed
"Just Shut UP!" I snapped. But I didn't have the energy to go for him. Frankly I would be just as bad if it was him. But this was truly awful. I ignored him as I got ready for bed. As soon as I had my PJ top on I looked at the nappy. Frankly I didn't have a clue. I folded it around a few times, but it wasn't working. Reluctantly I had to go to mum.
I padded downstairs. "Mummy I cant do it!" I wailed.
"Not to worry - I'll show you!" she smiled - as though it was the most natural thing in the world to put your 12 year old son in a nappy. She showed me how to fold it, and put in on the carpet. "Now, sit down on there and lie back!" which I did, whereupon she pushed up my top and then pulled one corner and pined it to one side, then the other to the other side, pinning it tightly around my waist. "There - that nice and tight?"
"Yes Mummy" I mumbled, noticing Scott grinning like a madman. The Nappy was indeed tight around my legs and waist.
"OK then - just lets put these on you!" and without letting me up, pulled up my feet, poked them though the underpants, and pulled the vile plastic things up towards my bottom. "Left yourself up, there's a good boy!" so I pushed my bottom clear of the floor to allow her to pull the plastic pants around me. "there you go job done - stand up!"
I stood up and pulled my top back down. There was no hiding the fact that I was now snugly in my own nappy - the first time since I was 2! I sat myself next to Scott as normal, looking down at his little dick. For the fist time, I wished I was as bare as him.
"how's your nappy feel 'liddle baby'!" grinned Scott
"Scott pack it in - dont tease your brother" reprimanded my father. In fact it was very odd. All that extra padding between my legs was difficult to get used to. "Ignore him Josh. As soon as you are through it you can stop wearing nappies - OK?"
"Yes daddy!" I answered.
We watched TV for the ½ hour we were allowed, and were then sent up to bed. As we passed the hallway mirror I caught sight of our reflection. Only last week I felt so much older than Scott as I was the one in PJs. Now although Scott was still bare bottomed, I was in nappies - the real baby. It was an awful realisation. Just as we were getting into bed, Dad popped his head round the door. "Josh, I dont want you out of bed until morning when I have had a chance to check your nappy for wetness - understand?"
"But what if I awake up and need to pee?" I asked
"Son this is about not peeing in the night. The way you are it would just be chance I you managed to wake up in time, so I just want you to control yourself. You hear me?!"
"Yes daddy!" I answered again, blushing.
"Scott - make sure your brother stays where he is now OK!"
"Yes daddy!" smiled Scott
"Night boys!"
"Night" we both chorused, and the door clicked shut.
"He he he, best make sure you stay in there till daddy comes in! or 'maybe the liddle baybee gets his botty spanked!'" giggled Scott
"Shove off!" I snorted as I rolled over. It was nights like this it was most difficult to go to sleep. Close to midsummer, light evenings - I just lied there feeling the plastic pants scrunch around me every time I moved.
Next morning I was relived to find I woke up dry. Phew. Nevertheless I had to wait until Dad came in before I could get up. Scott therefore got up and left m in bed, telling me to "Wait till you get your nappy checked for pee pee" I was beginning to hate him. Nevertheless I stayed where I was. Dad soon arrived and pulled back my sheets and pulled me out of bed.
"Arrigth son lets see how you got on - you dry?" he asked as he pulled down my plastic pants.
"Yes daddy" I answered, as he simply scrunched the front of my nappy to check for dampness.
"Good lad - it seems to be working. Off you go then and get ready for school!"
With that the new day started. Pretty much as yesterday. Once again, as I was sent to bed, I couldn't work out how the nappy worked properly, and Mum had to put me in it. This time though she made a point of saying if I came down again to be 'nappied' then she would spank me before doing it. "Learn!" she said. I really hated mum spanking me.
Once again that night I was dry. The following night I was determined to put my own nappy on. There was no way I wanted a spanking from Mum. So I made the shape I was shown OK and started to pull it around me but it still wasn't working. I couldn't seem to get it tight as well as pin it. As I laid back, struggling, before I could stop him Scott had pulled it tight and pinned it for me. "There you go - nice and snug in you nappy now!" he giggled.
"Yeah thanks" I mumbled blushing, pulling on some rubber pants. Waddling downstairs in my nappy after my bared assed brother was another experience I guess I was going to have to get used to.
Although my brother was not saying anything outside if the house, he was certainly capitalising on my discomfort. There were constant baby references. It really came to a head when it was Scotties 10th Birthday a few days later. One of his presents was a pair of PJ bottoms! That night as he stared over me, again pining my nappy, he was fully clothed for bed for the very first time. "Like the big boys PJs liddle baybeee?" he giggled. I just glowered at him as I pulled on my plastic pants. It was overwhelming. As it was my bothers birthday we were allowed a glass of squash with some cake before bed. My dad announced that this was to be my last night in a nappy, and if I kept dry I would be allowed my PJ bottoms back too. So it was quite a happy night.
Sadly though I was woken up by my parents going to bed, and I realised I needed to pee. Dam that drink I had. I waited until everything was quiet, and they had gone to bed - I was desperate to pee by then, so I crept out of bed towards the door.
"Hey Baaaybee - where you think you are going?!" hissed Scott
"I need to pee!" I hissed
"you heard dad Baaaybee, you have to stay where you are till morning!" he hissed back
"But its my last night - if I stay dry I wont have to wear this anymore!" I hissed back
"Dad said though! "he hissed "or maybe you want me to tell him you got up to pee!" he said raising his voice to normal!
"Shhhhhhhh!!!" I hissed "What you trying to do!"
"get back into bed or I'll tell!" he hissed back "Right now"
there was no way I wanted to argue so I got back in to bed. "Please Scott, let me go its not fair" I pleaded, whispering urgently. "if I wet myself I'll be kept in Nappies all summer!" I pleaded
"Yup!" grinned Scott. "And if you leave this room, Dad will spank you till your bottom is purple, and ground you for the summer - and you'll still be in nappies!"
"Only if you tell him!" I hissed
"And I will - after you spanked me and still told dad about the plates - you own me. This is payback!" grinned Scott triumphantly "and I'm still grounded