A 7 Hour "Punishment"
A 7 HOUR "PUNISHMENT"
It was going to be a great week. James had come down to the coast on the Greyhound to visit his old friends for a whole week. Being 17, he had little money, but he had managed to scrape up enough money for a round trip on the bus. He knew what awaited him: Dungeons and Dragons, cases of pop, fast internet, and the most exciting of all, diapers.
He was staying at his best friend, Mark’s house, but being at Mark’s house meant that he would be going to Derek’s house as well. At Derek’s house, his 2 younger brothers and 5 year old sister all wet the bed, and some during the day. This of course meant packs of diapers in the bathroom, whether it be large pull-ups or pink training pants.
That week too, his friends were going on a school trip, which meant that James could not attend it with them, and that he’d have to stay at someone’s house. That house, of course, would be Derek’s.
As he arrived, he was greeted with body slams and high-fives, and then they went for ice cream. Later that night, Derek suggested that James and Mark spend the night at his house, and then in the morning, James would stay at Derek’s and watch the younger siblings with his mom.
The next morning came: Derek and Mark headed off. They wouldn’t be back until that evening, so it gave James around 7 hours to himself, provided nothing went wrong. Derek’s mom was upstairs sleeping still, so James decided that he would get changed into some more “appropriate” clothing.
He went downstairs to the playroom, complete with couches, toys and an Xbox. He opened the bathroom door and turned on the bathroom fan. James had done this quite often, so he knew to turn on the bathroom fan before he opened the cupboard doors, as they squeaked a bit.
He closed the door and opened the cupboards; the faint smell of lotion could be smelled from the wipes that were in the cupboard for Derek’s sister. He pulled out a large pull-up. It was cute with pictures of vehicles for the movie, ‘Cars’. It was tight, but it felt good. The pull of the elastic formed to his figure, and he slipped on his jeans.
He went upstairs and got a drink. As he stood there against the counter, Derek’s mom came into the kitchen.
“Good Morning, Lisa!” “Hey James, how are you?” “Not bad.” he replied. After idle chit-chat, Lisa asked, “Hey James, could you do me a favor, and carry out the garbage for me? My back is a bit sore.” James agreed and tied up the bag. As he lifted the hefty bag out of the can, his shirt lifted slightly.
“Hold on a sec, James. Lift up your shirt for me.” James was worried. He didn’t know why, but he had a feeling that Lisa saw something she wasn’t supposed to. He lifted his shirt and revealed the waistband of his pull-up sticking out.
“Just as I thought, Lisa said, you have been stealing the pull-ups. I first wondered when I heard the cupboards squeak when you went to the bathroom a few months ago. Every time you came over, pull-ups would disappear.
What are we going to do about this? I could phone your mom, I guess.”
“Please don’t! My mom can’t know about this! Please, do anything else!”
“Well, I guess punishment is the only thing left to do. Take off your pants and shirt and stand in front of the wall.” Lisa pointed to the wall opposite the kitchen door frame.
“B-but the kids might see me!” James cried.
“They won’t mind. After all, it’s natural for babies to wear diapers. I’ll be back in a moment, and when I come back, that diaper better be soaking wet.” And at that, Derek’s mom left and headed upstairs.
James was afraid of what she was going to do, but he was even more afraid of what she might do if he never listened to her. He couldn’t let her tell his parents.
James could tell his bladder was full and he knew he’d have no problem wetting. So he relaxed and let the urine flow. The whole pull-up grew warm and wet. He loved the feel of it sagging, but at the same time, sticking to him.
The pull-up swelled, and then began to leak. James’ urine flowed over the laminate floor in a bright yellow puddle. And then, he felt a solid, warm, sticky mass move behind his bottom. James panicked and felt his bum area. It bulged out noticeably, and as he padded the area more, the solid mass squished between his legs. It was sticky, but it was warm and felt nice.
James waited and waited for Lisa to come down; it felt like an eternity. His diaper sagged tremendously and he felt cold, gooey and uncomfortable. Horrid smells came from below. Brown stains flowed down the inside of his legs, and James felt helpless. He sobbed, and then began crying. Lisa came down with a large, bulky white diaper, wipes, baby powder, a blanket, a pacifier, and a bottle.
“What a poor baby. You’re filthy, and your diaper leaked all over my floor! Why, you must be cold. Let me dry those tears for you, baby.”Lisa said. She took a tissue and wiped his eyes, and kissed him on the forehead. She folded the blanket - a pink Hello Kitty blanket with frilly edges - in half and laid it on the floor. Then she laid a kitchen towel on top and told James to sit on the towel.
She tore open the sides of the sodden pull-up and slid it out from underneath him. She took the wipes and cleaned him completely, and slid the clean, new diaper underneath him and sprinkled baby powder everywhere. The baby powder smelled so nice after his messy diaper. She fastened the tapes and popped a pacifier in James’ mouth. “Would wittle Jamie wike a bottle of milky?” Lisa cooed. James could only suckle the pacifier contently.
Lisa poured milk in the bottle and heated it up. Then, she put a spoonful of sugar in it. She sat on the couch and told James to hop up on her lap. He placed his head on her breasts and suckled the bottle. The sweet, warm milk slowly drained from the bottle, and when he was done, he felt sleepy. Lisa took his hand and took James upstairs, where he saw a crib with bright blue blankeys, and a teddy bear. He laid in it and looked up at the slowly spinning mobile.
“Nighty night, my little baby. Sleep well for mommy.” Lisa kissed him on the cheek and turned on the Sesame Street nightlight and left.
“This is fantastic, it’s not much of a punishment though.” James thought. “I just hope Lisa wakes me up before Derek and Mike get home….”
Written By: Jimini
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