This story is written by Les Lea
“Did it hurt?”
The concern on Kenny’s face was just what I needed. I wanted everything back the way it had been and that gentle but concerned look told me we were back to being friends.
I’d checked my bum that morning to see if there were any tell-tale signs of my mum’s spanking but the red had faded so I couldn’t prove anything to him.
“It certainly stopped my tantrum,” I meekly added.
Our bare knees were touching and our heads were close together as I explained just what had happened.
“I was screaming and shouting… mum said I was acting like a two year-old… but I was determined I wasn’t going to be diapered again. I was really acting up and…”
My explanation quickly came to an end when, in the middle of school, Kenny did what Kenny does best, he hugged me. The pain I had caused him was forgotten as he tried to ease my pain, and although I had been feeling OK up until that moment, this was like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I can’t tell you exactly how I felt but, it was, it was, erm, it was fantastic.
I saw one or two of the other kids looking but I just closed my eyes and felt the power of my best friend holding me close in an effort to make me feel better. It did.
On several occasions in the past I’d thought I wasn’t worthy of having Kenny as a friend. I’d let him down, or at least thought that I had, and couldn’t quite understand why he still liked me. That natural understanding and desire to make things better was what set my best friend apart from just about anybody else. As our well-padded shorts rubbed up close together I realised – no one else in class was like him, no one else reacted in the same way, and, more to the point, there was no one I wanted as a friend as much as Kenny.
The memory of Buddy’s red tail was still at the forefront of both our minds (although I think his was a lot more severe than mine), however, because neither his mummy nor daddy had ever done such a thing he seemed stunned that my mum would actually put me over her knee and deliver such hard smacks to my bare bottom. I realised that this was perhaps the only thing that I had over Kenny – I had experienced a spanking and he hadn’t. I wasn’t sure if this was something to be proud of or not. I have to say that if any of the other kids at school received a spanking, no one ever talked or bragged about it so I suppose, it was no badge of honor.
Still, at lunchtime I dropped my shorts, lowered my plastic pants and pull-ups to show him I was otherwise unscathed. He touched me and seemed relieved that there were no marks but, I was enjoying his attention and that ‘tickling’ sensation in my penis was back so didn’t want to pull them back up. Satisfied, Kenny pulled them up for me and we made plans for a sleepover as soon as possible. I wanted to show him the things that auntie had made for me and I knew Kenny wanted us to wear our onesies together, so we hoped to make that happen soon.
The past few days at school had been horrid for me; my mood, my anger and my attitude had all conspired to me hating being there. Now I was enjoying the fact that Kenny and me were back together everything would be OK but, as the bell sounded for the end of the day, I remembered something that mum had said, ‘that we might be moving to the capital’. At this point, it was the last thing I wanted but I realised that what I’d said might have made her think that she was doing the right thing as I was not enjoying being at Oakland. Jake had made his thoughts perfectly clear but I’d said nothing apart from being a bit grumpy about the possibility of a new school uniform. I certainly didn’t want to leave now but what could I do?
Although the redness had disappeared I think I was still in a certain amount of shock that it had happened at all and, despite my pull-ups, plastic pants and shorts, I could still imagine mum’s hand making contact with my bare skin. As Jake and I were waiting for the bus to arrive to take us home these thoughts were bubbling around in my head and I found myself absentmindedly rubbing my bottom. I’d never seen mum so upset or angry with me before and, the fact that she could have done such a thing, left me feeling a bit insecure about what mum thought of me. I certainly didn’t want to annoy her again, and as I’d now been spanked once, I wondered if I’d crossed some kind of line that signified that spanking was now an option for mum if she needed to discipline me. However, I soon became distracted by the nice feeling that my padded bottom gave me, that mixture of my pull-ups, plastic pants and shorts having a most calming effect. However, the mental reminder of the punishment meant that when I got home I was on my best behaviour.
I’m not a nasty person, well, I don’t think I am. It was not really in my character to do what I’d done and I thought that a complete apology to everyone was needed to make things right. At the table, before we tucked into our evening meal, I nervously made a bit of noise to attract attention.
“Mum, Jake, Auntie Rose,” this was harder than I thought it would be, “I’m really sorry for being a pain…” I had no idea why but there were tears coming into my eyes. “I know I’ve been horrid to everyone… and … and…”
Jake was the first to come over to where I was sitting and gave me a cuddle. Unfortunately, this act of kindness brought on more tears and I couldn’t get the rest of my apology out as both mum and auntie joined him in a huge group hug. Mum was telling me she understood and I was not to worry. Auntie had tears in her eyes and had that look of unqualified love she often showed to both Jake and me.
Eventually my sobbing stopped and we carried on and finished the meal. I was embarrassed that I’d caused such a fuss, but it was a fuss that no one at the table appeared to mind. In fact, everyone was all smiles and in such good humor that I didn’t want to spoil it by asking mum about the move. I decided I’d talk to her when she tucked me in at bedtime.
I helped auntie with the washing up as mum had work to do so I raised the subject of the possible move with her. I spoke quietly because I didn’t want to upset Jake but I wanted to know how far mum’s plans had progressed.
“You should really be talking to your mother,” auntie said as she rinsed the plates, “I think she’d like to hear your thoughts… you weren’t very forthcoming earlier.” She looked at me as if to say ‘don’t miss the next opportunity’.
I had wanted auntie to tell me what mum was thinking; had she actually booked the removal people, had she enrolled us at a new school, had she found us a new house? Sadly, if she knew she wasn’t telling.
When bedtime came I was nervously anticipating mum coming to kiss me goodnight. I’d played with Jake on the Xbox and he hadn’t mentioned the move but then again, nor had I, and I was seeing difficulties in bringing the subject up. However, I had put on a pair of pull-ups under my boxers as a sort of security measure (don’t ask me why) and prepared myself for the moment.
“Mum,” I ventured uncertainly, “are we moving?”
“Well Si, I have been offered promotion which means we’d have to live where they want me to be… and the bank has said they want me based elsewhere.” Her voice was quiet and she seemed to understand that I might have concerns. “Do you not like the idea?”
“Erm, Jake doesn’t. Erm… I like it here… erm… now… erm…” I wasn’t making a very good case for staying but I could tell mum was listening to what I wanted to say. “I’m doing OK at school, so is Jake, we have friends… mum… I’m happy here… I thought you were too.”
“Si, I understand.” She paused and thought for a moment, “It was a big change coming here… and you two have adapted very well… which gives me confidence that you can do it again.” I think she could see I was getting a bit agitated with the way this was going. “However, I haven’t made a decision yet… so… there is no time set… no goodbyes to be made for the moment, and more importantly… you shouldn’t let it worry you.” She kissed me, tucked me in and turned off the light.
In the darkness I thought ‘how can I not worry?’ But, I turned onto my stomach and started that rubbing against the mattress that I so enjoyed. I thought about Kenny and his hug, I thought about Kenny and the kiss, I thought about Kenny… and soon I had that lovely feeling again. This time it felt like I’d done something in my pull-ups but I knew I hadn’t wet myself because there wasn’t that warmness when that happens, just a feeling of sleepiness.
At breakfast I asked mum if Kenny could come and have a sleepover that weekend but she said that she’d already agreed to Jake having one with a couple of his school friends. She said that another weekend would be fine though could I give her a few day’s notice as things were a ‘bit hectic’ for her at the moment. Jake had mentioned his sleepover a couple of days earlier but I had forgotten, probably because at the time I was more than a little self-absorbed. I suggested that the following weekend might be good, if it was alright with her, and she said that we should ‘pencil it in’.
At school I told Kenny this and he was quite excited at the prospect and we made plans for what we’d do at my house. I told him that I wasn’t sure if mum would be up for the ‘onesie’ night but he just smiled and said that he’d dreamed about us together several times now… and we’d already had our onesie nights then. He laughed and I was caught up in his total joy as we went into class. I noticed that he wasn’t wearing his usual thick diaper, and neither was I, but this was because we had a double period of gym and sometimes it can be a little mad in the locker room. I can’t tell you how often people have lost their underpants as kids pinch, hide or throw them up onto the lighting out of everyone’s reach. Diapers or pull-ups would be targeted in seconds, as both Kenny and I had experienced on a few occasions. If you were the victim it was awful but if you were the instigator (and sometimes we were) it was great fun.
Jake’s mates were Adam and Louis, both eight and both as energetic as my brother. When they arrived Friday evening with their backpacks and teddy bears I couldn’t get over how young they appeared but they were soon beating me on my Xbox and coming up with some fantastic games. Mum and auntie had their work cut out and I soon found myself immersed in their competitions/sports/stories. They jumped all over me and I found it quite difficult to beat them off. I didn’t want to hurt them but they didn’t seem to know the word ‘control’. They appeared to be pretty keen on ‘taking down’ (something that one of the characters on my Xbox game kept saying) each other as they play-fought and ran around like demented little demons. Jake was as bad as the others who, despite looking like little angels, could certainly pack a punch and be incredibly sneaky.
That night we had a tremendous thunder storm. The wind got up, the rain pounded the windows and the sound roared around the house. I could hear one of the boys crying in Jake’s room and seconds later my door burst open and three scared little boys trooped in and, following Jake’s lead, climbed into my bed. I’m not sure how I fitted them all in but Adam, who was crying jumped straight into my arms, so I hugged him and told him it was OK, I’d look after him, meanwhile, Jake and Louis both settled in behind me. I can’t pretend that the storm was easy for me but with all these little bodies to look after I thought it was my duty to keep them safe. Adam was still weary of the noise so I made up a little game for us all to play. We counted the seconds between the lightning and the thunder, we made up names for each flash, the sillier the name the less it scared the boys. Before long we couldn’t wait for the next flash just to see who could come up with the most ridiculous word.
Adam had stopped crying but was hugging me like his life depended on it and I could tell that the little fellow was wearing thick pull-ups under his shorty PJs. For some reason I liked him even more at that point and when he turned over his padded little bottom fitted snugly against my groin… it was almost like having Kenny back. Like me, Louis wore t-shirt and boxers, while Jake was in his new racing car themed PJs, but all of them, although nervous to begin with, were settling down as the storm passed.
To be honest I slept fitfully. The boys constantly kicked and turned in their sleep but I didn’t feel I could send them back to Jake’s room as it would have meant waking them up. Still, having Adam to hug was nice and I noticed that Jake was hugging Louis and I smiled at the thought that their teddy bears would be sad at missing out on all this cuddling.
At around 6.30 Jake and Louis were up and playing on my Xbox, they were trying to be considerate and quiet but the excitement of the game had them whooping in delight. Meanwhile, I had the very sleepy head of Adam lying on my chest and his arms were wrapped around my hips… he wasn’t going to let me go anytime soon.
Mum came in and said that she’d just been to Jake’s room and wondered where everyone had gone. In between scoring extra points Jake said that the storm had scared them and they’d hid from it with me. Mum nodded, “You’ve always done that. Were Louis and Ad…” She saw that Adam was clutching on to me for dear life. “Oh, I think he found somewhere safe,” she gave me an understanding smile and said that she hoped they weren’t too much trouble. What could I say, we’d all gotten through the night one way or another and the boys were happy.
Mum went off to prepare some breakfast and I tried to rouse Adam. He sleepily looked at me as I quietly tried to get him up. He seemed a little bit disorientated but slowly came around though I could now feel that the little fellow had wet himself at some point. He wasn’t sodden but I could feel his pull-up through his PJs was a little bit damp. I pulled back the bedclothes and as Jake and Louis continued their game, I led Adam to the bathroom.
Adam was looking a bit sad and ashamed as he stood feeling guilty about his wet pants but I just told him not to worry, it happens to everybody. I’m not sure he believed me as he kept staring at the floor and swaying his hips. I asked him if he wanted me to change him but he just shook his head. I asked him if he needed anything from his backpack and he nodded. So, after I’d set the shower for him and tried to reassure him that he’d done nothing wrong I went and retrieved his backpack.
When I returned he was still under the gentle warm spray I had set. I put out a towel and got his t-shirt and shorts ready. I could see he had his Thomas the Tank Engine briefs so put them out as well then, noticing his PJs and damp pull-ups were on the floor, like others had done for me in the past, I just scooped them up and took them away.
I put his damp PJs in the airing cupboard and having noticed he had no other pull-ups in his pack, decided he could have a pair of mine, if, come night time, he felt he needed them.
Saturday was even more hectic and I don’t think any of us got more than a few moments peace before we were catapulted into another game, or I was recruited into another mission. The night before mum and auntie had decided on pitching a tent out in the back garden but the storm had made everything very muddy so that idea was dropped. Mum came up with the suggestion to have a baking competition and despite a certain lack of enthusiasm to begin with, it proved a huge success once they could taste their creations. At one point, I watched Adam in deep concentration as he added the finishing flourishes to one of his cupcakes. Once he was convinced he’d made it as special as he could he brought it over and gave it to me. I was overwhelmed but he shyly said “Thank you” and ran off to join then others.
Despite having to spend most of the day playing indoors, everyone was pretty worn out by the time bedtime came around. We’d all sat and watched a Disney DVD as we ate snacks for supper and it was later than usual when mum declared it was time for bed. I went and retrieved Adams PJs and, as I’d planned, added my own pull-up to the pile just in case he wanted that extra bit of protection. While Jake and Louis were in the bathroom he quickly changed and I noticed he had slipped the gift on and was ready when the other two returned. Mum made sure he washed and brushed his teeth and I could tell he seemed happier in his padded comfort.
When I got to bed I thought about how sweet Adam had been and, in what might have been a gesture of ‘team spirit’, I also wore one of my pull-ups and plastic pants under my boxers. I briefly thought about the possibility of the boys joining me in bed again but I wasn’t worried if they knew what I was wearing. In fact, since Kenny and I had had our talk about the bully, and mum and auntie had been so supportive, I wasn’t bothered who knew about my diaper wearing exploits. That night I wished I had Kenny, or Adam, to cuddle before I turned over and gently rubbed myself against the mattress until I dropped off to a very deep sleep.
This story is written by Les Lea
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