Back to Basics (Chapter Ten)

This has been written for a US audience by a guest writer. Thanks to James for allowing me to publish it on my Patreon.

“Ohmygod! Why’s he wearing diapers?”

“Oh that’s our cousin Wayne. He still wets the bed,” Brad said.

“And even sometimes his pants,” Rick added. “He’s a big baby.”

“Man, I’ll say!” I endured my shame as best I could, but it’s hard to keep cool when you’re in a room with three kids your age or younger than you and you’re wearing diapers. 

The conversation kept coming back to me.

“Who changes him?” Christopher asked. “Man, it’s incredible. The guy’s in freakin’ diapers!”

“Mostly his brother Adam changes him, but we might have to,” Brad said.

“Well I hate to tell you this, but you might have to do it sooner than you thought. I’m pretty sure he’s wet. Smell.” 

Just as he said this, my aunt came in the room. I hoped she hadn’t heard, but of course she had.

“What’s this? Wayne, did you wet your diapers?”

“No! I didn’t!” But I had. 

The excruciating discomfort of being seen in diapers had made me lose control. I was soaked inside my rubber pants. 

My aunt walked over to me and as I stared hard at the floor, she pulled the waistband of my rubber pants and peered inside.

“You did, you dirty boy! You wet your diapers! Well it just proves I was right to insist you wear them during the day.” 

The boys were snickering. 

“Now what’s going to happen is this. Brad and Rick are going to take you upstairs, they’re going to clean you up, and they’re going to change your diapers.”

“Can’t Adam do it?” Brad protested.

“Adam’s out and Wayne can’t stay wet until he gets back. I know it’s tiresome but we all have to do our part. And Wayne, one more thing. Before they put you back in diapers the boys are going to give you a good spanking for lying to me and for being such a baby.”

“You going to put him over your knee?” Christopher jokingly asked.

“I dunno. When he gives you the strap, how exactly does Adam do it, Wayne?” Wade asked. 

He was serious. I could hardly speak. “Um I have to lean over my change table,” I mumbled.

“He has a change table!” Christopher said. “Does he sleep in a crib?”

“I thought of it, believe me,” my aunt said.

“Well I’d love to stick around for baby’s diaper change,” he said, “but I have to get going.” 

At least there was that.

The whole degrading episode unfolded pretty much as I imagined it would. 

Upstairs, I was told to take my rubber pants off, to unpin my diapers and drop them in the diaper pail. I was really smelly, and very nervous about what was coming. And of course I was in total humiliation.

“Rick, hand me the baby wipes off the shelf there. And get me the strap. Then get diapers ready for him like Adam showed us.” 

He handed me a Huggies wipe. 

“Here, clean yourself off.” 

I did the best I could, but it was hard with them watching, plus my hands were shaky and I did a bad job. I dropped the wipe on top of the change table. 

“There. Now get in position exactly as you do when Adam spanks you.“

I did. I felt cold leather as Wade lined up the strap with my butt. Then Whack! My backside was still wet from the wipe, thus adding to the sting. 

After fifteen blistering strokes he stopped, and thinking the spanking was over, I straightened up.

“Lean back over, Wayne. We’re not finished yet.” Now it was Rick’s turn, and I got fifteen more with the strap, and was bawling by the time they diapered me. 

They used plastic gloves, and fumbled a bit getting the diapers pinned on, and put me in the same rubber pants I had been wearing, with the result that for the rest of the day I exuded such a strong smell of urine that my aunt checked me twice to see if I was wet again. Nothing would have surprised me at this point. 

My sense of shame at having been both spanked and diapered by my younger cousins was so strong anything could have happened. I couldn’t look them in the eye, and they couldn’t stop smirking.

“I need one of you to baby-sit your cousin,” Aunt Jane said. That’s how she talked, right from the beginning; I always had a ‘baby-sitter’ and was never allowed to be in the house alone. 

Since my wetting accidents she had taken to checking my diapers for wetness quite frequently, no matter who was around, and she encouraged Adam and my cousins to do the same.

“Can’t Adam do it?” Rick asked.

“No. He’s at his friend Charlie’s for the night,” Aunt Jane said. “Whose turn is it?”

“It’s mine,” Brad said. “Darn. We were going to see a movie with Christopher. Instead, I get to stay home and change Wayne’s diapers. Great!”

After Rick left and my aunt went to her bridge club, Brad was still in a funk. “I’m warning you Wayne. If you make me change your diapers, I’m going to spank you first. Got it?” I stayed dry.

The time slowly went by, and seemed longer because for the whole time I was unable to leave the house. I had one more wetting incident. 

On the second last morning when I was changed Adam put me in my yellow ‘baby pants’. Later in the day, when Christopher came to the house and saw me in them, I just lost it and soaked myself. 

Having learned from the last time, I nervously told my aunt I was wet. I was sent upstairs with Adam to be changed.
He wasn’t pleased, but I wasn’t spanked; however he put me back in the despised ‘baby pants’. 

You’d think it wouldn’t matter—if you’re already wearing diapers and plastic or rubber pants, what difference does it make if the pants are yellow and have koala bears on them? 

But wearing them made me feel worse. It was like an extra little bit of ridicule. 

Christopher laughed at me and spoke in ‘baby talk’. “Did little Wayne get his diapers changed? Nice baby pants, dude!”