The Diapered and Spanked Teen (F/m)

Writing is fun. I think maybe I'll keep posting some fiction here from time to time. This story is best illustrated by the following pic...

Yes, diaper fans, this one is for you! (But there is plenty of humiliation and there are also some spankings towards the end).

I was randomly casting around in my brain for themes that turn me on, and, as you can tell by reading Julie's Spankings on Amazon, the idea of my being age regressed and put into diapers in a public setting is a turn on for me. In fact, in case you missed it, I did a blog featuring a photo shoot of a super embarrassing diaper change of ME. This is the kind of research I do for you, gentle readers!

Many much more explicit pics at

Julie's Hyper-Embarrassing Diaper Change!!! 

I think the most embarrassing age to imagine to be diapered for more punitive reasons would be around age 14 or so. You're not an adult yet, but you're certainly not a baby! My sexiest thought is being 14 and being embarrassed like that. So, I've therefore chosen 14 as the age of my protagonist.

Caveat

There is no overt sexual activity in my story, just embarrassing punitive activity that I've sexualized in my mind. And, just to be 100% clear, I do not advocate sexualized punishments for teens! That's for us grownups imagining we are teens. I present the following as an age regression mindplay, inviting you to imagine yourself at that age.

I went with a male protagonist as I think a lot of my audience is more femdom oriented, and a male being infantilized is even more embarrassing than a female. I find myself very turned on imagining myself in the shoes of my teenage boy protagonist. This also  allows for opposite sex mommies doing the diapering.

I hope you enjoy it!

The Diapered Teen

The Warning

In the quiet suburban neighborhood of Oakwood, the Baxter family lived in a modest two-story home with a well-kept lawn and a charming porch. The family consisted of three children – the eldest sister, Emily, who was 17, followed by her middle brother, Tommy, 14, and then by the youngest, a little sister named Hannah, who was 12. They were a close-knit family, and their parents, John and Sarah, always tried to instill good values and habits in their children.

The girls were always very well-behaved and focussed on their chores and schoolwork, however Tommy was a different question. He would constantly challenge authority, was scattered and forgetful, neglectful of his chores and of his schoolwork, and lived to play video games on his handheld. There was therefore a constant battle going on between Tommy on the one hand, and his concerned parents on the other.

Sarah and John had used mild spanking discipline on Emily when she was much younger, but gave it up in favour of more progressive child rearing techniques when she was only six. So Tommy and Hannah were never spanked at all. For the girls, talking as discipline seemed to work fine, but Tommy seemed utterly immune to it. His parents had tried grounding and removal of privileges, such as his precious video game, but it seemed to only make everybody more miserable and never served to have any longer term effect on Tommy.

Perhaps minor in the larger scheme of things, but a persistent and ongoing irritation was the issue of going to the bathroom before car trips. "It's better to be safe than sorry," Sarah would always say, reminding her children to make a quick trip to the bathroom before they set off. While there was never any trouble with the girls, Tommy, true to form, seemed to have a hard time adhering to even this simple rule. On numerous occasions they had to make unplanned stops for Tommy to use the bathroom much to the annoyance and frustration of the entire family. After one such incident, Sarah decided she had had enough.

"Tommy, if you don't start remembering to go to the bathroom before we leave, I'm going to have to start putting you in diapers!" she said, half-serious. Half-serious because, while it had come out in jest, it stayed in her mind.

The family laughed, and Tommy felt a pang of embarrassment. "Mom, you wouldn't," he protested weakly.

"Oh, dont be so sure," she said, winking at her husband, John.

Tommy's sisters giggled anew and teased him mercilessly. "Tommy's gonna get diapered!" they chanted.

"Mom, you're not serious, right?" Tommy asked, trying to gauge her reaction.

"I recommend you don't find out," she replied, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

Emily and Hannah burst into renewed laughter.

"Shut up!" Tommy said to his sisters. "Mom's not serious, okay?"

Sarah got a little smirk on her face, looked over to her husband John, and then said, "We'll see, Tommy. We'll see."

Trip to Grandparents

It was now several weeks later, and his mom's embarrassing threat had failed to materialize. They had even gone out on a drive and Tommy had to go, but he assured his mom he had gone before they left and nothing further was said. The "humorous" threat therefore faded to a large extent from Tommy's mind.

It was a sunny Saturday morning when the family was to set off on a road trip to attend a family reunion at the grandparents' place a couple of hours out of town. The girls were excited to see their cousins, chattering away as their mother made final preparations for the journey. Tommy didn't want to go at all, and complained bitterly. All the cousins were girls. He was the only boy in the family, and there was never anything to do there except get teased by his girl cousins. He had been quite the little shit for the past few days leading up to the trip because of this, and it was all Sarah and John could do to control their tempers. As they were about to leave, Sarah reminded them all, "Don't forget to use the bathroom before we go. Better safe than sorry."

The sisters giggled and scampered off to the bathroom, while Tommy, not at all in a cooperative mood, was too busy playing with his handheld game console to pay attention. He knew the drive was only a couple of hours and he could hold it just fine. Besides, if they had to stop, they'd have to stop. Tommy selfishly thought nothing of the inconvenience to the others.

When they were loaded in the car and heading out, Sarah turned around in her seat and asked them, "Did you all go?"

The girls both answered yes, but Tommy just grunted.

"Tommy..." his mother prompted.

"I went, I went, already. Geeze Mom."

But Tommy had, in fact, not gone. The car was already around the block and he knew his mom and dad would be mad at him if he said he hadn't, and the girls would tease him, so he lied. It was no big deal anyways. He didn't have to go, and it was only a couple of hours.

The car ride was smooth and filled with laughter and singing along to the radio. The family was having a great time, but as the miles rolled by, Tommy started to feel a slight pressure in his bladder. He tried to ignore it, but the more he tried, the more intense the feeling became.

Then the car hit traffic.

"What the hell?" his dad said. The car was stopped dead in traffic. "At this rate, we'll never get there!" he said, a sort of physics joke which was accurate when the car was totally stopped in traffic as it was.

Tommy started to get a little worried and began squirming in his seat.

"What's the matter, Tommy?" his older sister Emily asked, grinning broadly, "you got ants in your pants?" Emily knew Tommy had not gone before they left and that he had lied to their mom about it, and she was revelling in his discomfort.

"Shut up, Emily," Tommy said under his breath so just Emily could hear. Emily just smirked.

The car inched along the highway, stop and go for the next several miles. Tommy was getting more and more uncomfortable, the urge to pee almost irresistible.

Finally they approached the source of the problem, flashing lights and an accident that had closed two lanes and forced cars onto the shoulder to pass. They got past the slowdown and his dad accelerated with a sense of relief.

Tommy, however, was suffering. He clamped his legs together and moaned softly. His mother looked back at him from the front seat. Tommy's face was screwed up and his legs were shaking.

"Tommy!" his mom said. "Do you have to go pee? Did you not go before we left?"

"I did!" Tommy lied again.

"He didn't mom, I saw," said Emily, sticking the knife in.

"Well it certainly appears that way. None of us are having any trouble," Sarah said, indicating everybody else in the car.

"Please, Mom!" Tommy begged again.

"We're going to have to pull over at the next rest stop, John," Sarah said.

"Oh for Pete's sake! We're already an hour late and we just started going again!"

"I know, dear, and I'm sorry, but we can't have Tommy peeing his pants."

"Fine! It's not your fault," John said, implicating Tommy by omission.

Fortunately, they had just passed a sign for a rest stop two miles ahead.

John  pulled into it as they arrived a couple of minutes later and parked the car.

 Tommy went to open his door to run towards the relief he so desperately craved.

A Humiliating Lesson

"Hold up, Tommy," his mom said. "I'm taking you."

"What... what are you talking about, Mom? I 'gotta go. Bad!"

"I told you. Wait for me, I'm taking you."

Sarah got out of the car and went to the trunk.

Tommy tried pulling on the door, but it was locked. His dad had engaged the child locks, and only he could unlock it from the front.

Sarah pulled out a cloth bag from the trunk with baby animals on it that she had prepared earlier for just such a situation.  She had kept it from when the kids were babies hoping to have grandchildren one day.

She had suspected the time earlier that Tommy had lied to her about peeing before they left, but she let it go for lack of proof and for lack of preparation. This time, however, she had discussed it with John and then had gone to the drugstore to prepare, and had everything she needed stowed in the back corner of the trunk. John had thought it a bit extreme, but Sarah ruled the roost, and discipline was her department, so  he grudgingly supported her. Certainly nothing else they tried seemed to work with Tommy. Sarah had also asked Emily to keep an eye on her brother before they left for the next trip and to ascertain if he had gone or not. Emily had not been tattling when she revealed Tommy's lie, she had been asked to. 

The girls peered out the windows and started laughing their heads off when they saw Mom with the old diaper bag.

"Tommy's 'gonna get diapered!" 12-year-old Hannah cried out in glee.

"This is too good!" said Emily.

Tommy's face went pale, and he started pleading with his dad. "Dad!" Tommy pleaded. "Please... no! Don't let her..."

"Out of my hands, little buddy. Shouldn't have tested your mom like that..."

His dad unlocked the doors. Tommy was in the middle between the two girls, and he tried to scramble out Emily's side, the opposite side from where his Mom was waiting.

"Oh no," Emily said, pushing him back the other way. "Mom's that way."

Sarah opened the door and Hannah scrambled out. Sarah reached in and grabbed the frantic Tommy by his wrist and started pulling him out with Emily's assistance on the pushing end.

"No! Mom! Please! No!"

Sarah maintained a little smirk as she said, "you lied to my face young man, time to face the music."

"Can we come watch?" asked Hannah breathlessly.

"You girls stay in the car. We won't be long," Sarah said as she started dragging Tommy towards the rest stop.

Tommy leaned back, digging his heels in. "No, mom. Please!" 

Fortunately, Sarah worked out regularly doing both cardio and weights and she had no trouble dragging her desperate son inexorably towards his punishment. Tommy, though a 14-year-old boy, was under-developed for his age. The doctor had assured Sarah that while Tommy's 14 was at the outer range for the onset of puberty, there was as yet no cause for concern. Some boys are just "late bloomers" he had said.

As they entered the rest stop they started getting some looks. Sarah said, "Behave yourself, Tommy, we don't want to draw more attention to this than is necessary, do we?"

Tommy stopped struggling, but he couldn't stop crying as Sarah led him further inside through the two sets of doors.

They got all the way inside and Sarah looked to the left and the right. Men's room to the right. Ladies' room to the left. She turned left pulling Tommy behind her.

"Mommy, no! It's the Ladies' Room!"

"Did you think I was going to go into the Men's Room to diaper you?" she said with a laugh in her voice. "Besides, it has just what we need," she said, nodding to the "diaper changing station" sign on the wall.

"No, Mommy! No!" he continued, crying wet tears streaming down his face, as Sarah dragged him step-by-step into the sanctum santorum of womanhood: The Ladies' Room.

"I have my teenaged boy with me, may we come in?" Sarah shouted out before taking the final step around the corner.

A woman inside looked around. The bathroom stalls were empty and there were only three of them at the sinks, washing hands or touching up their makeup.

"Coast is clear!" She yelled back.

Sarah dragged the desperate Tommy the final steps into the ladies' room.

"What have we here?" one of the three women asked with a grin, the other two equally interested.

Sarah smiled at them and explained, "My son here has trouble remembering to go to the bathroom before we leave, so I'm teaching him a lesson."

"What are you going to do?" one of them asked with a chuckle.

"Since he can't seem to manage to go to the bathroom like a big boy, I'm going to treat him like a little baby and put him in a diaper."

Tommy wailed as the three women all laughed at the boy's abject embarrassment. "Let us know how we can help," said the first lady.

"Here you go," said another of the women as she lowered the baby changing station into place. "He's pretty small yet, it should hold his weight."

Sarah put her hands under Tommy's arms and lifted him up to sit onto the changing station.

"Mommy, no! Not here! Please! Not in front of them! Please!?!"

"Hush now. Are you going to lie back on your own or do I need to ask these ladies to help hold you down?"

Two of the ladies immediately went to Tommy and started making hushing sounds as they gently turned him and pressured his shoulders down onto the table.

"No... no..." he said between his tears but did not resist.

His mom undid his belt, the clasp of his pants, and then his zipper, and then putting her hands on either side of his waist, tugged both pants and underpants down.

"Nooooo!" He wailed as his penis and testicles came into view. "Mommyyyyy!" he exclaimed as he covered his crotch with his hands.

Sarah kept pulling his pants and underpants down past his knees, then to his ankles. The third lady helped Sarah take his shoes off and then remove his pants and underpants from around his feet, folding them neatly and setting them aside.

Sarah then went into the baby bag and pulled out a packet of baby wipes.

As Sarah opened it, one of the ladies holding Tommy's shoulders reached for his hands and said, "No, no, sweetheart, mommy needs to clean that," and moved his hands to his sides, holding them there as the other woman pinned both shoulders.

"No! No!" Tommy cried as his little penis and tiny testicles came into full view.

His mom took a baby wipe and began cleaning his genitals as Tommy blushed with embarrassment. He still desperately needed to pee which added to his squirming discomfort.

The women commented on his lack of pubic hair and the small size of his penis and testicles. Sarah lifted them up for the women to get a closer look.

"How old is he?" One of the women asked gently.

"Fourteen," Sarah replied, "but he's a bit of a late bloomer."

"Oh my goodness! Fourteen? I never would have imagined, you poor baby!"

"Mommmyyyyy!" Tommy wailed in embarrassment as the women all giggled at his lack of development.

"That's okay, sweetie, you'll catch up soon, I'm sure."

Sarah then wiped between his legs and tried to get under but was having trouble. The woman who had taken his pants took Tommy's two ankles in her hand and lifted his legs up and back, raising his bottom and exposing his bottom cleft and bumhole for his mom to clean.

Tommy tried struggling, but the ladies held him firmly in place as his mom carefully wiped his entire rear end.

"Oh, Tommy!" His mom scolded as she wiped his bottom hole and came away with a dirty wipe.

"Boys and their bathroom habits," said one of the women, shaking her head.

Sarah got another few wipes and payed special attention to his bottom hole as all three women watched intently. The woman holding his legs up and back separated them, and Sarah used one hand to spread his cheeks wider as she thoroughly wiped around and up inside his bumhole.

"Such a cute little bum," said one of the ladies. "So soft and smooth. I don't know the last time I saw a teenager's bum," she added.

When Sarah was done she discarded the used wipes into the nearby receptacle designed for that purpose.

"Here, slip the diaper under him as I keep holding his legs up," said the woman.

Sarah gratefully got the diaper out of the bag, unfastened it, and started slipping it under Tommy's bum as the woman lifted a bit higher.

"I can't tell you how many times I did with my three kids," she said. "All grown now."

"Yes, it brings back memories," said Sarah as she slipped the diaper into place.

"Powder?" the woman asked, eying the talcum in the baby bag.

"Yes, of course," answered Sarah. "We wouldn't want a diaper rash, and I suspect he may have to use that diaper before too long, eh Tommy?" asked his mom as she tweaked his little penis.

Tommy wailed and continued to cry as his embarrassment deepened.

As the woman kept Tommy's legs up, Sarah sprinkled a copious amount of the scented powder all over his bum and onto and even a bit into his bottom hole. The woman then lowered his legs and pulled them apart so Sarah could powder his inner thighs and then his teint, testicles, penis, and low abdomen. Tommy cried through the entire humiliating procedure.

"He's still just a baby, isn't he?" one of the women said, causing Tommy to feel even more humiliated.

Sarah brought the diaper up between his legs and over his penis which she carefully pointed downwards, fastening the taped tabs snugly shut.

"And there we go," said Sarah as she patted his diaper while the three women released him.

"Thank you so much for your help, ladies," said Sarah, "I'm not sure Tommy would have been quite so cooperative without it."

"Well," said the first woman, "hopefully lesson learned and he'll remember to go to the bathroom next time!"

"Oh I hope so," Sarah agreed, as they helped the still sobbing Tommy to sit back up on the diaper changing station, his feet dangling.

The Walk of Shame

"Mom... I still 'gotta pee... real bad!" As Tommy said this, he squeezed he legs together and pressed down on his crotch.

The women all laughed, anticipating Sarah's response.

"You have a diaper on, sweetie, use it. That's what it's for."

"But Mom. I cant! I just can't do that!"

"That's fine, Tommy. Maybe you don't really have to go as badly as you think. We're only an hour or so away from your grandma and grandpa's house. Maybe you can hold it in for that long? And if not, I'll change you when we get there. Now let's get your shoes back on," Sarah said, starting to do so.

"But, Mommy... my pants..."

"Will stay right in this diaper bag until you've earned them back."

"But Mommy... I can't... I can't..." he started hyperventilating, "go back to the car like this!" he wailed.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have lied to my face about having gone pee, Tommy, and you wouldn't have needed to be punished like this."

"Your mom has a point, sweetheart," said one of the women. "If you didn't want to be punished, you shouldn't have misbehaved in the first place"

Sarah finished putting his shoes on, then took the diaper bag over her shoulder and took Tommy by the hand. "Let's go, we've kept the family waiting long enough."

As Sarah led Tommy out, he didn't resist, he just walked behind his mommy, crying, and looking at the floor.

As they came out, there was a rumble of murmurs around them and a lot of stifled laughs.

"Look at that, Martha! That boy's in a diaper! At his age!"

The women came out as well to watch their progress. "He's being punished," the first woman said. "Lied to his mom. To her face."

"Serves him right," said the older woman. "The kids these days need to learn somehow, and that's a darned good lesson for him."

Tommy blushed as he cried as they walked back to the car with nothing on but his new diaper.

Wetting

As they got to the car, Tommy's sisters were jumping up and down pointing at Tommy.

"He's really in a diaper!"

"He sure is!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Sarah just smiled as she put Tommy back into the car with the girls on either side, stowed the diaper bag back in the trunk, and went back to the passenger seat.

"Was that really necessary?" asked her husband John, referring to the public parade, not the pre-agreed upon diapering.

"Yes," Sarah replied, "I think it was."

Tommy's sisters' eyes were wide with shock and amusement. They had never seen their brother so humiliated.

They set off again on the road.

"Where did you diaper him, Mom?" asked Emily.

"In the Ladies' Room. There was a diaper changing station on the wall and the other women didn't seem to mind."

"There were other women?" Asked Emily incredulously.

"Three others. They were very helpful, weren't they, Tommy?"

"Mom!"

"Did they, like, watch it?"

"I'd say they got an eyeful, wouldn't you, Tommy?"

"Mommy!" He wailed in embarrassment as Sarah turned around smugly to face the front again.

The girls continued their teasing which their mom allowed. But finally their dad said, "that's enough girls," and they quieted down.

The trip was a blur for Tommy. He sat in the car, his face buried in his hands, his body shaking with sobs. He couldn't believe what had just happened to him.

As Tommy's crying ramped down, his urge to pee did not. It only increased.

"Mom, Dad, can we stop, please? I really still need to pee!"

"What, again?" his dad exclaimed.

Sarah explained, "He didn't go at the rest stop. I thought we shouldn't take the extra time beyond diapering him."

"And now we have to stop again?" John asked, peeved.

"No, no. That's what the diaper's for."

"Ohhh," John said, understanding his wife's reasoning. "You heard your mom, Tommy, that's what the diaper's for." 

"Ohhhh!" Tommy wailed again.

His sisters backed as far away from him as they could and watched him intently. They saw him squeezing his legs, shimmying his bum, scrunching his face, and rocking back and forth. But it was too much for Tommy, and with a renewed cry of abject shame, he wet.

"Ewwwww! He's doing it!" little Hannah was the first to say it. Sarah turned around in her seat and watched. Three pairs of female eyes were on him as he thoroughly wet his diaper, the warm urine flowing all over and around his midsection, coating his penis and testicles, his abdomen, between his legs, and his whole bum. He sat in a soaking wet diaper, in misery, for the rest of the trip.

Family Reunion

As they pulled in an hour late to the family reunion at the Grandparents', Tommy was still sniffling and miserable.

There were four or five other cars parked in and around the driveway but John found a god spot, albeit on a bit of unlevel ground.

"Come on, Tommy, let's get you inside and changed," said Sarah.

"But Mom... my pants..."

Sarah laughed. "I don't think your pants will fit over that soggy diaper. Maybe if you'd gone potty back home before we left, you wouldn't have wet? Have you thought of that?"

"But I can't... go in like this!"

His dad John turned around to face him. "Tommy, you're being punished. Do as your mom tells you."

Amid renewed tears, Sarah takes the diaper bag out of the trunk and then Tommy out of the car and leads him by his hand to the front door. Having heard the car arriving. His grandparents are at the front door standing there.

"Ho, ho! What's this? A big soggy diaper?" his grandad asked, not able to keep the laugh out of his voice.

"Tommy's being punished," Sarah explained.

"You poor dear," said his grandma benevolently.

"Is there a private place I can take him to get changed?" asked Sarah.

"You can use the guest bedroom," said Grandma, leading the way.

As they passed, several aunts and uncles and girl-cousins of various ages saw Tommy waddling past in his soggy wet diaper. Four of the girls laughed outright at the sight!

When John, Emily, and Hannah arrived, carrying the luggage, the girls were quick to explain to all their cousins – as the aunts and uncles listened in – what had transpired that led to their fourteen year old brother being put into a diaper and forced to use it. The cousins had many questions, and between Emily and the excited little Hannah, they gleefully answered every one of them, and in detail.

Meanwhile, Sarah, Grandma, and Tommy got to the relative privacy of the guest suite that Sarah and John would be occupying that night. Grandma closed the door behind them and went to the ensuite and came back with a big towel that she lay on the bed. His mom lay Tommy down face up on the towel and removed his shoes and socks, and then his T-shirt as well, leaving him in nothing but his soggy diaper as his grandmother looked down on him benevolently showing no signs whatsoever of leaving the room for his embarrassing cleanup.

"I'll draw a bath for him," Grandma said, and went back to the bathroom to start the warm water flowing into the tub, and then got a plastic bathroom trash bag she kept under the sink to dispose of the wet diaper.

When she emerged, Tommy's diaper was already unfastened and down in front, and his mom was cleaning up the worst of it off his little penis and testicles with the baby wipes.

Grandma held the bag open. Sarah looked at her gratefully as she pulled the wet diaper out from under Tommy and discarded it. Grandma tied the bag up tightly and put it aside. Meanwhile, Sarah had Tommy's legs up by the ankles and was wiping the skin on his bum and around his bumhole as the poor boy squirmed in distress at his grandmother's gaze.

Both of them then took the now fully nude boy into the bathroom and put him into the tub to soak.

Tommy was still crying and sniffling at the embarrassment of it all. Not only had three complete strangers seen his bare penis today, but his mom and grandma too. And everybody had seen him in his saggy wet diaper!

His grandmother got the soap, made him stand in the tub, and began soaping his midsection. She had no qualms whatsoever of soaping his genitals, bum, and ass crack, making sure to even push some of the sudsy water a little up into his bumhole. "Grandma!" He shouted at this intrusion, but she and Sarah only laughed at the blushing boy.

"Still so underdeveloped for his age?" asked Grandma.

"Yes, but his paediatrician says we shouldn't start worrying until he turns 15."

"Well, in the meantime he's still very cute, like a little baby!"

"Grandma!" cried Tommy, squirming as she soaped his penis and testicles and between his legs.

But then Tommy started feeling something that really made him blush.

"Oh look!" said Grandma. "Hope is in sight."

Sarah looked and saw Tommy with a diminutive, but very stiff little erection.

"Oh, Tommy! You should be ashamed of yourself," his mom said with a chuckle.

"Mom!" He cried out.

"Hold still," grandma said as she finished up the scrubbing, his little erection waving around as she did so. "Now rinse."

Tommy gratefully dropped into the bathtub, the sudsy water giving him at least some measure of privacy.

"Now don't you rub on that yourself," Grandma mock scolded with a big grin, "or you'll get hairy palms and go blind and everybody will know why."

"That's not true, Tommy, Grandma is telling you fibs," Sarah said, "but you keep that very private if you do that."

Tommy blushed three shades of red.

With that they ended the bath. His grandma left taking the garbage bag with the wet diaper with her. His mom dried him with the big towel and said, "I'm going to let you get dressed in your big clothes, now Tommy, but I'll be keeping my diaper bag in the trunk. Will you ever forget to pee before a car trip again?"

"No, Mom, I promise! Never again. I'll even try when I don't even need to."

"That's good, Tommy, there's always a little that comes out even if you don't think you need to, and that can save us a stop an hour later, right?"

"Yes, Mom. I promise."

"And will you ever lie to my face again?"

"No, Mom. I'm sorry. I won't ever."

"Good boy. Now you get dressed. Your clothes are there in the diaper bag and your shoes and socks are next door, and then you come out and join the rest of the family, okay?"

"Do I have to come out, Mom? Please?"

"You can't hide your face all weekend, Tommy."

"fine..." he said dejectedly as his mom left him to dress.

The New Regime

Dinner and the rest of the evening did not go well for Tommy. He was stuck at the kids table with his younger cousins and his younger sister Hannah. His older sister Emily got to sit with the grownups. There was lots of teasing and sniggering, not least by his little sister who insisted on recounting the full story in gruesome detail to his rapt cousins. The laughter and teasing from his pretty girl cousins was the worst. Tommy did not say much and excused himself to the room he had to share with his sisters as soon as he could.

At bedtime, Emily asked him if he needed his nappies for beddy-bye? Tommy scowled and told her to shut up and hid his head in his sleeping bag as the girls laughed.

By the next morning, his punishment diapering was no longer the headline news and he ate his breakfast in relative peace, though still keeping to himself.

After breakfast, his parents sat him down at the kitchen table to have a talk with him. Emily and another girls cousin Emily's age were hanging out in the kitchen at the time, and as they weren't asked to leave, they listened in to the conversation, curious as to what would be said.

"Your father and I talked last night, Tommy. We're both very pleased that yesterday's discipline seemed to have an effect on you. Goodness knows, nothing else we've tried over the past year has worked."

Tommy reluctantly nodded his head and squirmed in his seat. He didn't want to have this conversation at all, let alone at the kitchen table where others could hear!

"So your daddy and I have decided to go back to a more old-fashioned and more direct form of discipline for you from now on. At least until you've grown out of whatever this stage you seem to be stuck in. From now on, Tommy, if you misbehave you're going to be spanked."

"Wha... wha... what?" Tommy said, his mind reeling, unable to fully process what he just heard.

"You heard us. A good, old-fashioned, pants-down spanking across our knees."

Emily and their cousin turned and looked at each other with big eyes and open mouths, then both covered their mouths to keep from giggling out loud.

"But Mom, Dad..."

"And, we think you should call us Mommy and Daddy as well until further notice."

That was the least of Tommy's worries just then.

"But Mommy, Daddy, I'm too old to be spanked!"

"Well that's just the trouble, sport," said John. "Normally fourteen is too old for spankings. Way too old. But if you acted your age, we wouldn't need to do this."

"But it's not fair!" cried Tommy. "What about Emily and Hannah?"

"Emily and Hannah are well behaved," explained Sarah. "Emily acts her age and Hannah is responsible beyond her years. Nothing more than a good talking-to is ever needed with them. But it's different with you, Tommy. No amount of talking seems to work with you. But the diapering worked, didn't it? So your father and I discussed it last night. You seem to need a more direct and more immediate form of discipline, so we've decided on spankings. Mind you, I'm keeping the diapers in the car, just in case you lapse on that again."

"But Mommy, it's not fair. I'm too old!"

"Now we're just going around in circles. That's the way it's going to be and that's that. Now go and play, and behave yourself or else you know what's going to happen."

Tommy stood up in a daze. He saw Emily and his cousin looking at him with smirks on their faces, and he immediately turned and ran outside, ran to the furthest end of the yard, climbed into the treehouse, and cried at his new circumstances.

Sticks and Stones

As Tommy sat in the treehouse, he couldn't stop thinking about spankings. He had never had a spanking in his life. He had heard about spankings, and seen some old comics and movies with spankings in them, but it was always women and little kids getting spankings, never boys his age!

And some of those spankings he had seen looked like they hurt. A lot! With tears and everything. And Mommy had said it would be across her knee with his pants down! The pictures and movies he had seen had never had their pants down. He imagined himself lying across Mommy's lap with his pants down and her hitting his bum. Or worse yet, Daddy doing it! And when she said pants down, did she mean underpants also??? And would it be in private, or out where people could see it? In some of the movies and comics he had seen, there were people watching. When Mommy had diapered him yesterday, she did it with his pants and underpants totally off and in front of other mommies even. She would, he thought. She would spank me on my bare bum with other people watching. She would! Those thoughts kept going around and around in his head, sending butterflies deep in his tummy. He imagined himself over her knee, pants and underpants right down, getting spanked and crying like a little baby while everybody watched.

After fretting like this for the better part of an hour, he heard some of the girls coming out into the backyard. "Oh, great," he thought, "more teasing." He went down the ladder and started heading back to the house.

"Hey Spanky, we heard the news," said his thirteen-year-old cousin Louise.

"Shut up!" he said.

"Are you allowed to use language like that, Spanky?"

"I said SHUT UP," Tommy screamed, and picked up a 6 inch stick from the ground and threw it at her.

The stick went flying and struck her in the face. She grabbed at her left eye and instantly started wailing. Tommy went completely pale. "What have I done?" he asked himself.

Louise's mom, hearing her girl cry ran out to check on her, Sarah close behind.

"He threw a stick at me and it hit me in the eye!" she wailed.

"Let me see, let me see," her mom said worriedly. "It just missed, thankfully, but you have a little cut right near your eye. Let's go inside and take care of that." Her mom helped the crying thirteen-year-old back into the house.

Sarah remained, glaring at Tommy who just stood there, rooted to the spot.

"What is the meaning of this, Thomas Alexander Baxter?"

"She... she teased me..." he said softly, knowing as the words came out how inadequate an excuse it was.

His mother did not even deign it with an answer.

"Did your father and I not talk to you this very morning about the consequences of your misbehaviour? Well? Answer me!"

"Y... y... yes..."

By now the entire family was either in the yard or on the back porch looking at the exchange.

"And what did we say would happen if you misbehaved? Answer!"

"A... a... a... s... s... sp... sp... spanking..."

With that, Sarah Baxter strode up to her son, took him by the ear, and began pulling him forward painfully back towards the house.

"No, Mommy! No! Please! I don't want a spanking! I don't want a spanking!"

"You should have thought of that before throwing a stick at your little cousin and practically taking out her eye!"

His sisters, all his girl-cousins, his aunts and uncles, John, Grandma and Grandpa, all watched as Tommy was ear-marched into the house, and none too gently at that as his mom applied a painful twist, turn, and lift that had him bent over and scrambling to keep up.

"No! No!" he yelled as his mom dragged him in.

 The assembled family was all shocked by Tommy's behaviour, young and old alike, and none were at all sympathetic to his plight. Even some of the aunts and uncles who had thought Sarah had taken things too far with the diapering were now firmly on her side. If anybody needed a good old-fashioned spanking, it was Tommy Baxter, and the sounder the better.

First Spanking

The family parted as Sarah came through, dragging the unfortunate Tommy by the ear. She marched him past them, marched him up the stairs, and marched him into the guest suite she and her husband occupied, closing the door behind them. Meanwhile, the rest of the family made their way somberly into the house, taking a seat in the living room a floor down from the bedroom Sarah and Tommy occupied.

Sarah sat at the foot of the bed and said, "Come here, Tommy. Right beside me."

"Mommy, no, please!" he begged. His fevered nightmare had become a reality. He was to be spanked. Spanked like those women in the movies and comics. Spanked like the little kids.

"Now!" Sarah yelled, shaking Tommy out of his stupor. He slowly approached the place his mother was pointing to: the floor at the foot of the bed immediately to her right. When he got there he was already crying and his knees were shaking.

His mom looked around the room. "There it is," she said aloud to herself, stood up, walked to the dresser, and got the solid antique wooden hairbrush that was kept atop it. She went back to where she had been and sat again, hairbrush in hand.

She put the hairbrush aside and pulled Tommy a step closer. She reached out and undid his belt buckle, then the clasps of his pants, and finally his zipper. She pushed his pants down to a puddle around his ankles, revealing his little white underpants.

"This spanking is pants down, Tommy Baxter," she declared as she reached out to either side of his underpants and with one swift motion lowered them to his knees.

"Waaaaa!" Tommy cried out. Once again his little hairless cock and balls were on display to Mommy. He quickly tried covering them with his hands but his mother took his wrists and parked them at his sides saying, "I don't care if you're bare. The hands stay at your sides while I scold you before a spanking, young man."

With him standing there like that, his Mom renewed her scolding, tearing a strip up and down the unfortunate boy. His whole body quivered as he stood there and took it, his penis along with. When she was done she pulled him over her lap by the arm and adjusted him so his bare bottom was uppermost. Tommy's hands remained at his sides as he went face first into the bed linens, his feet leaving the ground.

Sarah turned a bit sideways and clamped her left arm around his hip and holding his right wrist. She raised the hairbrush and brought it down with a prodigious strike to his right buttock.

WHACK!

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Tommy wailed, not expecting a spanking could be this bad!

He struggled and wriggled and freed his right hand and then brought both his hands up to cover his bottom cheeks.

"No Mommy! No! Not so hard! Please!!!"

"It's a SPANKING, young man, it's meant to hurt."

She gathered both his wrists together and held them tightly at the small of his back with her left hand. Then she passed her right leg across the backs of Tommy's legs, locking him securely in place.

"No, no, no. no," Tommy cried as his mother raised her arm again and brought the second prodigious whack down on his near cheek.

WHACK!

"Arrrrrggggggawwwwwwww!" Tommy cried, which turned into a continuous wail as Sarah gave him what's for with back of the heavy wooden hairbrush.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The pace was unrelenting and Tommy cried and begged and pleaded as the snot ran out his nose and the tears puddled on the bedspread beneath him.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"NO MOMMY! NO MOMMY! PLEASE MOMMY! PLEASE!!!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Sarah had counted out 150 strokes in her head and stopped. Tommy's bum was crimson red with purple white bullseyes on either cheek where Sarah had targeted the worst of it. Tommy was still crying, kicking, and carrying on over her lap even after she had stopped. It was a harsh lesson, but one he needed to learn.

The family downstairs had heard the whole thing. From Sarah's initial instructions and scolding, to Tommy's desperate cries, to the sound of the wood repeatedly striking his bare bottom flesh. The girls had particularly giggled when Aunt Sarah had said, "I don't care if you're bare. The hands stay at your sides while I scold you before a spanking, young man." They all imagined the scene vividly!

"That's a job well done," said Grandpa, the first to speak after the spanking had stopped.

Sarah helped Tommy to his feet. He was crying like a baby as he desperately reached back and clutched his well-punished backside.

"I'm sorry that had to be so harsh, Tommy, but you almost took out Louise's eye, and you needed a good punishment as a result."

"Yes, Mommy!" Tommy wailed as he hopped from foot to foot, desperately rubbing his rear end, his diminutive cock and balls bouncing in the air at his mom's eye level, his little penis being the last thing on Tommy's mind which was entirely consumed by the fire his Mom had lit in his backside.

"Will you misbehave again while we're here, Tommy?" Sarah asked, shaking the hairbrush at him.

"No, Mommy!"

Sarah stood and replaced the hairbrush on the dresser where she had found it.

"Good, because Grandma's hairbrush isn't going anywhere, young man, and I WILL use it again if I have to. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Mommy!"

"Now pull up your pants and then you march downstairs, and you apologize to Louise, and you tell her you've been punished with a good hard hairbrush spanking over your mommy's knee on your bare bottom."

"Mommy! Please no! Please!"

"Would you like another spanking? Would you like to spend another five minutes over my knee?"

"No, Mommy! No, no, no."

"Then will you do as you're told?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Go on then, get your pants back up."

Tommy bent painfully, pulled up his underpants and pants over his sore bottom, wincing as he did so, and redid his zipper, clasp, and belt buckle.

"March!" his mother told him.

The Apology

Tommy slowly made his way down the stairs, sniffling and puffy eyed, rubbing his rear end the whole way, his mother descending behind him.

When he got downstairs he saw Louise with a bandaid beside her left eye. He went right up to her and said, "I'm sorry, Louise, sniff, for throwing the stick at you, sniff."

"And the rest of it, young man," prompted his mother.

"My mommy p...p...punished me with a spanking..."

"What kind of spanking, Tommy?" Sarah promoted again.

"A... a... good hard hairbrush spanking over Mommy's knee..."

"On your..." Sarah said, sounding a bit exasperated.

"On my b...b...bare b...b...b...bottom..."

"Good! I'm glad!" said Louise.

"Louise," said her mom, "you need to accept Tommy's apology and tell him he's forgiven."

"No!" she said, stomping her foot.

"Louise, would you like to be punished also? Like Tommy was?"

Louise shook her head no.

"Then go ahead..."

"Fine. I accept your apology and you're forgiven," she said curtly.

Tommy nodded his head as he kept rubbing his bottom.

"You may go to your room now, Tommy, and have a good cry, and do not even think about misbehaving again while we're here."

Tommy turned slowly and walked away, his hands still rubbing his backside through his pants.

"That was quite a spanking," said Louise's mom to Sarah.

"Well, when you think what might have happened, I thought he needed that."

"Oh, I'm not disagreeing, just commenting on a job well done."

The Departure

The family stayed one more night, and after lunch the next day, everybody started heading out. The Baxters packed up their car and said their goodbyes.

Before they left, Sarah discreetly took Tommy to the bathroom. There she closed the door and opened the toilet cover and toilet seat. She put Tommy in front of the toilet, pulled his T-shirt up to his armpits, unfastened his pants, and pulled them and his underpants down to his ankles.

"Go on, Tommy. Pee, please."

"Mom!" he wailed. But he looked at the toilet, took his penis in his hand, aimed it, and let loose a good stream into the toilet.

"Into the bowl, sweetheart," Sarah reminded him.

When he was done, Sarah took a piece of toilet paper, dabbed the tip of his penis, then ran it around the rim of the toilet, closed the lid, and flushed it all down.

She then pulled his pants and underpants back up, fastened them, and re-adjusted his shirt. They walked out together and said their goodbyes.

When they were all in the car about to pull out, Sarah turned in her seat and asked, "Did you girls remember to pee?"

"Yes, Mom," they both said. "How about Tommy?" asked Emily.

"He had a good pee," Sarah said. "I supervised."

The whole family, except for Tommy, had a good laugh at his expense.

The Drive Home

They hit traffic again on their way home. As usual, Tommy and Hannah were bickering in the back seat over elbow room.

"Tommy, Hannah, you settle down, both of you!" their dad yelled out, his nerves frayed by the stop and go traffic.

"Sorry, Daddy," Hannah said. "Sorry, Daddy," repeated Tommy, chafing at having to call "Dad", "Daddy".

But 10 minutes later they were back at it.

"That's it!" John said, as he pulled off to the side of the road. He looked back at the kids. "Hannah, you stay to your side. Tommy, out of the car."

Tommy went pale. He wouldn't, he couldn't, not... here!

His Dad flung the door open and Emily jumped out. He reached in and pulled Tommy out. He marched him to the front of the car, sat on the fender, pulled down Tommy's pants, then put him over his knee. Hannah stayed out of the car for a better view.

"No, Daddy! It's not fair! It's as much Hannah's fault!" Tommy said, draped across his father's knee, only his underwear covering his butt.

"And I'm sure your mom is giving Hannah a good talking to right now. But we discussed how we would deal with your misbehaviour, young man, or have you forgotten already?"

With that, John yanked Tommy's underpants down to his mid thighs and began spanking him with his hard hand.

Emily openly grinned seeing Tommy spanked like this, and both Sarah and Hannah had a pretty good view, as did passing motorists, some of whom honked their support for an exasperated dad.

John gave him only a short spanking. Just enough to make his point. Tommy's butt was still red and bruised from his mom's hairbrush spanking yesterday, and was still tender, so Tommy certainly felt his dad's spanking, despite its short duration.

When John was finished, he pulled Tommy's underpants back up, put him back on his feet, and told him to pull up his pants. He then conducted him back to the car and pushed him back inside, a smirking Emily holding the door for him.

For the rest of the drive, Tommy sat there in the middle between his two sisters, pouting and reflecting on the injustice of it all.

His sisters on either side had to hold their hands to their mouths so as not to giggle aloud and incur the wrath of their parents.

"just shut up," said Tommy, under his breath.

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FIN

There we are! I hope you liked it. I wrote this story with some brainstorming help from X's Grok AI, and I generated a couple of images using Gab.ai. You have to keep generating the images over and over again until you find something halfway passable. Here are a few of my rejects for the moms in the restroom photo!

Which one would you like as your AI Mommy?