Diapers (m/f, M/m)
© 2002 by Sampast
Disclaimers:
This is a work of fiction. All characters are invented. Any resemblance
to any real person is coincidental and unintended.
This
story depicts the spanking of children in a loving parental context. It also depicts the use of diapers by
characters older than usual. It should
not be read by anyone distressed by or unwilling to read such content. This story, while not sexually explicit, is
intended for an adult audience.
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Diapers
Chapter one
Jessie lived with her two
brothers, her mother and father, in a nice-sized colonial house. Jessie was 5.
She was in kindergarten. She had
a little brother, Mikey, who had just turned 3, and an older brother, Joey, who was 12. Joey and Jessie were both very mature. Sometimes Jessie’s mommy let Joey watch his brother
and sister when she went out. She
trusted him completely. He was very
smart and responsible. Jessie was
responsible also.
Jessie’s parents were always
saying how proud they were of Jessie and Joey.
Both kids had toilet trained at the age of 2. That’s why they couldn’t understand why Mikey was still in diapers.
They tried everything they could, but Mikey
would not give up his diapers.
Jessie was jealous of Mikey. She wasn’t
sure why, but something about being babied appealed to her. Her mom carried Mikey
around everywhere and was always oohing and ahhing over him. No
one oohed and ahhed over
Jessie anymore, except about her schoolwork.
And her schoolwork didn’t consist of much; letters, numbers, colors, and
shapes. Jessie was already bored with
it. If her parents had been paying any
attention to her, they would have skipped her to first grade.
But sometimes not being paid
much attention came in handy. Like when
her friends were playing outside and it was raining, Jessie would go out with
them. Her mom wouldn’t even notice. And she didn’t get into trouble when she came
home soaking wet, because her mom was too busy with the ‘baby’.
Joey noticed though. Jessie snuck into the house and crept up the
stairs. Joey popped his head out of his
room where he was always working.
“Jessica! You’re soaked! Where have you been?”
Jessie looked at her big
brother. “I was playing in the rain with
my friends.”
“I see,” he said. “Well you better get out of those wet clothes
before Mom and Dad see you.”
“Yeah,” Jessie said. She headed for her room, hoping her brother
wouldn’t follow her. But he did.
“Jessie?” he asked,
concerned.
“Yeah?” she said, peeking
out of her mostly closed door.
“Come out here, please,”
Joey requested.
“KIDS!” their mom yelled
upstairs.
“Yeah?” “Yes?” they both said at the same time.
“I’m running to the
store. I’ll bring Mikey
with me,” their mom said.
“Okaaaay!”
they both yelled back.
She turned to go back into
her room, but Joey reached out his arm and stopped her. She looked at him, very impatiently. “What?” she said, nastily.
“Jessie, what’s that smell?”
he asked, looking down at his little sister.
“What smell?” she
tried. She turned away, hoping Joey
wouldn’t find out.
He grabbed her then, and
pushed her into the bathroom. He yanked
down her pants and panties and there it was…poop smushed into her panties. “Jesssie!” he said
sharply.
She looked at the poop and
then at the floor. She just couldn’t
look up into his face…what would he say?
Joey got down on his knees,
and made Jessie look at him. “Was this
an accident, little sister?” he asked carefully.
Jessie thought about
it. What should she say? She had never
had an accident in her life. Everything
she did, everything she said, she knew exactly what she was doing. She looked up at her brother; he was shaking
his head. He was disappointed in her.
She decided on the
truth. “I did it on purpose, Joey,” she
admitted.
Joey sighed. He pulled her pants and panties off all of
the way, dumped the poop into the toilet and threw the soiled clothes into the
tub. He grabbed some toilet paper and
cleaned her off the best he could. He
filled the tub halfway up. “Get in!” he
ordered.
Jessie did as her big
brother said. He took a washcloth, wet
it, and put some soap on it, and cleaned her off. “Sit down and wash that soap off,” he told
her, washing out her panties and pants.
“Why would you do this?” he
asked his little sister.
She shrugged. “I dunno,” she
said.
“You do know, and I want you
to tell me right now,” Joey said, lifting his sister out of the tub. Jessie was enjoying being taken care of like
this; she had missed it.
Joey dried Jessie off and
walked her not to her own room, but to his.
He pointed to his bed. “Sit down.”
Curiously, Jessie
obeyed. She had no idea what her brother
was up to. Joey looked way back into his
closet. Jessie watched him. He turned to look at his little sister,
sitting there naked but wrapped up in a towel on his bed.
“You going
to tell me why you did that, Jessica?”
“I just wanted to, Joe,” she
admitted, “to see what it would be like.”
“Hmm,” Joey said. “I guess I could understand that. And did you like it, Jessie?”
Nervously, Jessie nodded her
head. She had liked it. Had liked the idea of just
making in her pants instead of going inside to use the toilet. She liked the feeling when the poop filled up
her panties, and smooshed against her bottom; she
didn’t know why.
Just thinking about it gave
Jessie weird feelings. She put her hand
on her little hole. Joey looked at
her. “Do you have to go pee pee, Jessie?”
Jessie nodded. Joey nodded, too, and said, “Okay.”
He brought something over to
the bed. Jessie looked at it
curiously. It was a diaper, but a much
bigger diaper than Mikey wore. It looked to be about her size.
“Lay down, little sister,”
he told her.
Jessie lay down. Joey put the diaper under her bottom, pulled
it through her legs and taped it closed around her. “Go ahead; do your pee-pee.”
“Really? Here?” she asked, not quite believing it.
“Sure, that’s what a diaper
is for.”
Jessie was so excited; she
peed into the diaper. She waited about
five minutes and then peed again. She
threw her arms around her big brother and hugged him tight. “I love it, Joe!” she said.
Joey smiled. “I figured you would.”
“You’re not gonna tell Mommy what I did, are you?” Jessie asked.
“No,” Joey said. “And don’t you tell Mommy about the diaper,
either. That’ll just be our little
secret, when we’re alone. Okay?”
Jessie nodded. She peed into the diaper again. “It’s getting kinda
wet, Joey,” she told him.
“Okay, Jess, I’ll change
you. I’m also going to spank you for
what you did before.”
“Spank me? WHY?” Jessie
asked.
She almost never got
spanked. Sometimes her daddy spanked her
if she got on his nerves, but not too often.
“Because what you did was
naughty, and you know it,” Joey said.
“And because I’m older than you, and you have to do what I say. Got it?”
Jessie nodded. “I guess so.”
Joey pulled off Jessie’s
diaper. He took a baby wipe and wiped
her clean. He looked at her. “Go to your room,
get your pajamas and your hairbrush.”
Jessie did as her brother
told her to. When she was back in his
room, he sat down on the bed, and pulled her over his lap. He raised his hand and brought it down on her
bottom, over and over. {Smack!} {Smack!}
“Owwww!”
she cried. That really hurt.
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
“What you did was naughty,
Jessica Lynne. {Smack!}
{Smack!} You know better than to poop into your
panties.” {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
“Owwwwwwww!”
she cried. “I’m sorry, Joey!”
“You should be,” he told
her. “Next time you want to poop
somewhere, you go in the potty or in a diaper,” he said, laughing. Then he let his sister up. She cried for a few minutes, but he soon
wiped her tears away and kissed her all up til she
smiled.
She looked at him. “You mean that, Joey? I can poop in a diaper,
and you’ll change me?”
“Sure,” he said. “But it has to be when Mommy isn’t home. She wouldn’t understand, Jessie.”
“I know,” Jessie said. She couldn’t wait for the next time her mom
went out.
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Chapter two
Jessie ran up to her
brother’s room. “Joeeee! Joeeeyyyy! Open up!” she shouted.
He opened the door. “What’s wrong?” he asked, looking
around. “Where’s Mommy?”
“She went out. Mikey’s sleeping,”
she explained, running into her brother’s room and looking wildly around.
“What’s a matta, Jessie?” he asked.
“Joey, I need a diaper. Fast!” Jessie cried.
“You do? For
what?” Joey asked, mildly amused.
“You knowwwww, Joey. Pleeeease!” she
begged.
Joey went to get his sister
a diaper. He had gone to buy her her own size and kept it stashed in his closet. His mother and father never went into his
room, let alone his closet.
“Tell me what you’re going
to do in this diaper, Jessie,” he said, holding it up above her head.
Jessie was now jumping up and
down. “Joeyyyyy,
I have to peeee,” she said.
“So go, the bathroom’s right
across the hall,” he teased.
“Joey, puh lease?”
Jessie asked, pouting a little. It had
become very important to her to use the diapers. She enjoyed it so much. Every day when their mom went out, Jessie
would go up to Joey’s room and make in a diaper. Then he would change her. She found herself holding in going to the
bathroom waiting to go in a diaper. She
had become very dependent on this little ritual. Joey just couldn’t take it away from her now.
Joey stood there waiting and
deciding. Jessie knew her big brother
held the key to her relief.
“If you don’t give me that
diaper, Joe, I’m gonna make a puddle on your floor,”
she warned.
Joey laughed and finally put
the diaper down on the bed. “Okay, come
on, you!” he said.
Jessie climbed up and lay on
the diaper. Joey secured it around her
and taped it closed. Jessie felt like a
dam ready to explode and instantly wet the diaper. Relief washed over her and she smiled at her
big brother. “Thank you,” she said.
“You’re welcome,” he said.
They talked and played a
game. A little while later, Jessie held
her brother’s hand and squeezed. Her
bowel muscles had loosened and soon she filled her diaper. She sat in it for a little while. But then a look up at the clock told both of
them he had better change her. In all
the time they’d been doing this, they hadn’t been caught yet, and they didn’t
want to start now.
“Will you change me, big
brother?” Jessie asked him.
“Don’t I always?” He pointed to the bed. Jessie climbed up and lay down on the pad her
brother had put down. He went to get
wipes and her panties. It was too bad
Jessie couldn’t wear diapers all the time.
She wanted to so badly.
Joey opened the diaper and
let out a “Pheewww, that stinks, little sister.” Jessie giggled. He took the clean part of the diaper and
wiped away most of the poop. He then
reached for some wipes.
They heard a sound and kind
of jumped. It seemed too early for their
mother to be home. Before they could
finish what they were doing and go to investigate it, the door burst open. Joey stopped what he was doing and turned to
look. It was worse than their mother
coming home; it was their father.
“What on earth is going on
in here?” he boomed.
Joey hurriedly finished
cleaning Jessie and put all the dirty wipes into the dirty diaper. Jessie quickly stood up and looked at her
daddy. Joey put the dirty diaper into
the diaper genie he had gotten and wiped his hands on a clean baby wipe. He, too, looked at his daddy.
“Well?” he asked, hands on
his hips.
Jessie bit her lip. She was trembling. She finally spoke up. “I asked Joey to put a diaper on me, Daddy,”
she said, taking all the blame. “And when
I pooped into it, I asked him to change me.”
“Like a baby, Jessica
Lynne?”
“Yes, sir,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
Their daddy shook his
head. “I don’t understand this. Not at all. Where is your mother? Does she know what you
two are up to? And where is Mikey?”
Mikey. Oh shoot; they had forgotten about him. “He’s in his bed, sleeping. I’ll go get him,” Joey said, eager to get out
of the room.
“NO, I’ll get him. You two just stay right there,” their father
said.
When he left the room, Jessie
and Joey just stared at each other.
Neither of them knew what to say.
Their daddy came back
holding a sleepy Mikey. He put Mikey on the
floor. Mikey
immediately went over and climbed up on Joey’s bed. Naked from the waist down, Jessie fidgeted from
foot to foot. It was so quiet in the
room; it scared her. After a few
minutes, Jessie climbed up on the bed next to Mikey
and waited for her daddy to say something.
James sighed again, long and
loud. “I really don’t know what you two
were thinking, but I don’t like it one bit.
You’re both going to be punished, right now.” He turned to Jessie. “Go to your room. I’ll be right in, young lady.”
Jessie got up, tears
starting to fall down her face. “Yes, sir.”
Joey looked up at his
father. He wanted to say something but
he had no idea what. “Daddy, I’m sorry,”
he finally said.
His father just sighed
again. “Take down your pants, young
man,” he told Joey.
Joey looked at his dad. “Okay, sir, let me just go to the
bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
“No, young
man. I said now.”
Joey hesitated. He didn’t want his father to see what he was
wearing. “Please, Daddy, I’ll only be a
few minutes.”
“Do I have to do it myself,
Joseph Evan?” he asked, starting for Joe’s pants.
“No, Daddy,” he cried. “I’ll do it.”
His father waited. Joey sniffled and pulled his pants down. His father looked at Joey, and what he was
wearing, and his mouth dropped open. “Is
that a diaper, young man?” he asked.
Joey nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
James sat on the bed next to
Mikey, who he had actually forgotten about, since he
was so quiet. He looked up at his son,
standing there in a diaper, pants at his ankles. “I don’t believe this. First I walk into you changing your 5 year
old sister’s diapers, and now I see you wearing one. For crying out loud, you’re 12 years old,
young man.”
Joey started to cry. “I know, Daddy. It’s just that, I, well, uh,” he didn’t know
what to say.
“Daddddy,
I thought you were coming right in!” Jessie yelled bursting into Joey’s
room. She stopped, shocked at what she
saw. In all the time that Joey was
letting her wear diapers, she had never known that he wore them too. “Wow!” was all she said.
“Pee-pee!” Mikey yelled. They all turned to look at him. He was pointing to his own diaper.
James sighed again. “Three kids, three kids in diapers, ages 3,
5, and 12. What’s this world coming to?”
he asked but did not expect an answer.
No one said anything for quite a while.
Then finally he turned to Jessie and said, “Go to your room; put on panties
and your pajamas and wait for me sitting on your bed.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Jessie said,
starting to walk away.
“Wait. Take Mikey with
you,” her father said.
Mikey went to Jessie and took her hand. They walked quietly out of the room.
“I’m going to punish you now
for what I witnessed this afternoon, Joseph.
And then you can explain to me why you’re wearing diapers. Take it off!” he ordered.
“Yes,
sir!” Joey said, pulling off the
diaper. He took a baby wipe and cleaned
himself off, then put the wet diaper into the diaper genie. He stood there waiting for his daddy to tell
him what to do next.
James shook his head as if
he couldn’t believe what he just saw. He
stood up then and pointed to the bed.
“Lean over the bed, son,” he said, pulling off his belt.
Joey gasped. It had been quite a while since he had been
spanked last, and a very long time since he had gotten a belt whipping. But he didn’t say a word; just did as his
father said. Joey had almost always been
the obedient child anyways. It really
was Jessie who acted up more, and even she was pretty good.
Joey’s dad doubled the belt
and raised it high in the air. He
brought it swooping down across his son’s bottom. {Thwaaaaaaack!}
{Thwaaaaaaack!}
Joey jumped. Ow, that hurt! But he didn’t start to cry, not yet.
{Thwaaaaaaack!}
{Thwaaaaaaack!} {Thwaaaaaaack!} {Thwaaaaaaack!}
James did not lecture; he
just kept whipping Joey with his belt.
After about a dozen lashes,
he put the belt down. James sat on the
bed and pulled his son across his lap.
He raised his hand high and brought it down on Joey’s already reddish
purple bottom.
{Smack! Smack!} “I don’t {Smack!} know {Smack!} what {Smack! Smack!} you and your sister {Smack!} were thinking of, {Smack! Smack!} but I don’t {Smack!} like it
{Smack!} at all. {Smack!
Smack!} Not one {Smack!} bit. {Smack! Smack!} I don’t {Smack!} ever {Smack!} want {Smack!} to
witness {Smack!} what I did today, {Smack!} again. {Smack!} Is {Smack!}
that {Smack!} understood, {Smack!} young man?” {Smack!
Smack! Smack!}
“Owwww,
Daddddy, yessss!” Joey
cried. He couldn’t believe he was
getting spanked OTK after a belt spanking.
He had never been spanked this hard in his whole life.
James aimed for Joey’s sitspot, which was now turning black and blue. {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} Finally he
stood Joey up. He stood up himself and
put his belt back on. Joey stood and
cried and rubbed his bottom. It hurt so
much and when he touched it, it was hot.
“I’m sorrrrry,
Dadddddy!” Joey cried, sniffling. “That hurt!”
His daddy nodded. “Yes, son, it was supposed to hurt. That’s what punishments are for. Now you’re usually a very good boy. Back when I was a kid, I was over my dad’s
lap every other day,” he mused.
Joey sniffled and nodded. He would like to hear about his dad as a kid,
but not right then. Right then he just
wanted to be consoled and assured of his father’s love. But Joey wasn’t sure his daddy loved him
anyway.
James sighed. “Do you want to talk now or do you need some
time to calm down?” he asked.
“Now, please,” Joey
said. He still stood, because his father
hadn’t said he could sit.
“Okay,
son. Go put on a pair of underwear and come sit
down next to me,” his father said gently.
Joey was surprised at the
calmness in his dad’s voice. Usually he
was all cranky and stuff. Not that they
ever really talked. Joey realized he
barely knew his parents at all, and they didn’t know him. He walked over to his dresser and pulled on a
pair of underpants. The material hurt
rubbing against his sore behind.
He then walked over by his
dad and carefully sat on the bed. He
grabbed a tissue off the nightstand and blew his nose. James looked at his son. “Okay, now tell me why you were wearing that
diaper, Joey.”
“Daddy, I’ve been having a
problem,” Joey admitted.
James looked at his son and
realized how big he had gotten. He was
always so busy and wrapped up in his wife or his job that he hadn’t taken the
time to really talk to or listen to his son and daughter. James vowed then and there to start getting
to know his kids. “What kind of problem,
Joseph?” he asked, putting his hand on his son’s shoulder.
Joey didn’t like his dad’s
hand there, but he thought he was trying so he did not push it away. It felt weird for James, too, but he wanted
his son to know he cared, even if he hadn’t ever been able to show it before
this time.
Joey started to cry again
and he couldn’t stop. Every time he
tried to say the words to explain to his daddy what had been happening to him,
he broke down in sobs. James didn’t know
what to do. Finally not being able to
stand it any longer, Joey leaned over and cried into his daddy’s chest. It was hard for James, but he managed to put
his arms around his son and hold him. It
was a tender moment.
James held Joey for a long
time. He rubbed his back and said
soothing things. Joey wished he could
have tape-recorded it to play it back another day. After a while, James gently pushed Joey away
from his chest. He gave him another
tissue and watched as his son blew his nose.
“Okay now, listen to me,
son. I know I don’t say it often enough,
but I want you to know, that I love you very much.”
You could have knocked Joey
over with a feather; he was so surprised.
He looked at his daddy. “You do?”
he asked.
“Of course I do. I love all you kids. And I’m going to start saying it more often
so you all know it. I do love you very
much and I care about you. I want to
know what your problem is, and I want to help if I can,” James declared.
Joey didn’t know why but he
actually believed his father meant what he said. Maybe he just hadn’t known before how to show
his love. Joey decided then and there
that he would share with his dad just what had been going on.
“Daddy, I have a problem,”
Joey began. “I can’t make it to the
bathroom when I have to pee. I try
really hard but I can’t do it. I started
wetting my pants like every day. I had
to hide it, from my friends, my teachers, you and Mom, everyone. So I finally bought some diapers in my size
off the Internet. Since starting to wear
them, I don’t have to worry about getting to the bathroom on time, or being
embarrassed and stuff.”
Joey was out of breath. He had never told anyone any of this. He had been hiding this for a very long time.
James was shocked. He couldn’t believe this had been happening
to his own son and he didn’t even know it.
He felt ashamed of himself. “When? When did this start happening?”
“Umm,” Joey tried to
think. “It’s been over a year. I think right before I turned eleven,
Daddy.” Joey had just turned 12 the
month before. They had had a big
celebration at their grandparents’ country club, but it hadn’t been that fun,
not for Joey anyway.
James put his arm around
Joey’s shoulders. “I’m sorry, son, that
this has been happening to you. And I’m
sorry you had to deal with it on your own.
But I think I understand why you didn’t tell your mom and I. We’re going to
help you, honey. We’ll take you to the
doctor and try to find out why this is happening. Okay?”
Joey nodded. He was in such shock; he couldn’t speak. He hugged his daddy tight and said, “Thank
you, Daddy. I love you.”
James stayed with his son
for a little big longer. Then he went to
check on Jessie. He heard footsteps
downstairs and realized his wife had come home.
He didn’t want to spring all this on her just yet. He peeked into Jessie’s room. The little girl lay on her bed, in her
sleepers, asleep, clutching her teddy bear.
James realized their talk could wait a while. He went downstairs to help with dinner.
To be continued…(someday I hope)