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The Secret Room - Part Two

Chapter Four

By morning I was wet and messy again, but thankfully Mom did not keep me waiting. She opened the hidden door, then came over and lowered the crib's rail.

"Clean yourself up, wash those diapers you've got on, and get to school." That was all she said, then turned and left the room. As I left the hidden nursery I heard her car pull out of the driveway, she was off to work. I figured she must be pretty mad at me, so I did exactly as I was told. First I went to the bathroom and took my soiled diapers off. I shook most of the poop off into the toilet as I had seen on TV once, then I jumped into the shower.

When I was feeling clean, I dried off and took the soiled diaper and frilly panty down to the laundry room and put them in the washer with plenty of detergent and a little bleach. Finishing her short list of orders, I got dressed and went to school, and tried my best to avoid the 'what did you do last night?' questions my friends always asked.

By the end of the day I had all but forgotten about the events of the night before. It was Friday, and like any school-age teen, I loved the weekend! I rushed home to get out of my stuffy school clothes, and upon entering the front door cast my books aside and headed for the kitchen to find a snack. As I rounded the corner I saw a shadow, but before I could react a set of strong hands grabbed me. Then another. I tried to scream, but fear kept me from being able to make the sounds come out. The two men dragged me back down the hallway and into the study. My Mom was standing by the bookcase, and I saw her grab the book-lever and pull the hidden door open. The men dragged me inside, and began to strip me of my clothing as my mom watched. Within a minute I was naked and being held down over the spanking bench in the bondage corner of the room. I watched helplessly as my mom - aided by the two men - shackled my wrists to the front of the bench, and then tethered each of my ankles to the sides of the bench leaving me naked and bent over.

"Thanks guys!" My mom said, and the two men quickly disappeared.

"Co-workers can be so helpful." My mom said lightly, as she checked, and tightened my restraints.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I demanded, fear giving away to anger.

"Oh, sorry." My mom said in a sarcastic tone.

"I almost forgot to tell you. I am about to give you a good old fashioned whipping that you've been needing for quite some time! And while I needed a little help today, I'm going to make sure you are completely obedient to me, before we are done."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I demanded to know, anger and fear now mixing together.

"See, that's what I mean. That potty mouth of yours just isn't working for me, so we're going to take care of that and some other disciplinary issues you have."

I started yelling and swearing some more, but Mom no longer replied to me. She simply marched over to the wall of instruments and pulled down a wide, thick leather belt, which she folded in half while walking around me. As she moved behind me I could no longer see her, and the restraints kept me from getting up or turning around. But she made her presence known soon enough.

"Ow! Fuck!" I yelled as she brought the belt down across both my exposed cheeks.

"FUCK!" I screamed again with the next lick. This exchange continued for several minutes, her beating me and me screaming obscenities that only seemed to make each stroke of the belt harder.

I lost my ability to scream somewhere around the thirtieth lash of the belt, and found myself crying and begging her to please stop.

"That's fifty" Mom said and the attack stopped, much to my relief. I was still sobbing as mom walked around and knelt down in front of my face.

"This is your new room." She began, pushing my chin upward to force me to look her in the eyes.

"I've been waiting for you to find it, I knew it was here when I bought the place. I'm tired of your attitude and behavior, and it stops right now! If you behave, you'll stay on the nursery side, where good little boys belong. Misbehave, and you'll spend time in this punishment corner."

"I'm in high school, you can't treat me like a baby! I'm going to be eighteen next week!" I argued, my voice horse from crying and screaming.

"But you are a baby. Didn't I come home and find you wearing a soiled diaper? Didn't you come in here to put that diaper on? You are right though, you will be eighteen next week. But here's the thing. You're going to flunk this year and have to start senior year over again in the fall. You have no diploma, and no job. You either live by my rules, or you live on the street."

"Fine, let me up and I'll leave right now!"

"Not going to happen boy." Mom said sternly, then rose to her feet again. I watched in horror as she pulled a wood paddle down from the wall.

"Guess we need more time here in this corner."

Chapter Five

Fifty licks with the paddle had left me exhausted, unable to speak, and out of tears. After the paddling Mom had left the room, leaving me chained to the bench to "think about things." I was relived when I finally heard Mom enter the room again.

Only it wasn't my Mom. Instead, my girlfriend Ashley knelt down in front of me, and looked into my eyes pleadingly.

"I love you. I want to marry you someday, but I can't marry a dropout with no job. I want a family, damnit!" I saw tears form in the corners of her eyes and I suddenly felt more sorry for her than I did for my own situation.

"Please, do what your mom says, let her make you into a better man!" Ashley kissed me, then left. And I found new tears to cry with.


"Okay, get up." Mom said when she unbuckled the last of the restraints. I stood on shaky knees and struggled to steady myself. Mom walked me over to the crib bed where she had laid out some things for me... A pull-on diaper with a pastel nursery print on the outside, a clear vinyl pant, a set of cotton pajamas with a cartoon character on them, and another bagged meal from a fast food joint.

"Get dressed, eat your dinner, then come see me in the living room."


After eating, I sat down on the couch next to her in my new pajamas with the diaper and pant underneath as instructed. In front of me on the coffee table was some of my stuff from my regular bedroom that I thought were well hidden. I looked at the stack of porno magazines with a switchblade and small bag of weed sitting on top of them. Mom knew a lot more about my recent misdeeds than I thought she did.

"All of this is gone from your life now." Mom said with a sweeping gesture towards my pile of bad things.

"I'm going to help you become a better person between now and when you graduate next year... and what you have experienced today is just a small taste of what you will get if you do not obey and follow along."

"Yes Ma'am." I replied respectfully for the first time in years.

"Do I have to...."

"You will only wear diapers outside of school hours." Mom said, answering my question before I could ask it.

"You can also poop in the potty during the day, but at night you will be locked in the nursery, so I suggest you try and go before bedtime. You will be treated like a baby only as punishment for not obeying. If you do what I ask, and behave like a proper young man then your only nursery time will be at night. Understand?"

"Yes Ma'am." I answered again.

"Good. Now go stand in that corner over there. You're still being punished for your language earlier, and for the things I found in your room."

I got up and padded over to the corner, the thick diaper pant making me waddle a little. I stood with my nose to the corner started to sob again, this time out of shame for my recent behavior. I felt truly bad for having gotten so out of control that Mom had to take this kind of extreme measures to correct me. I felt like the naughty boy I was dressed as.


"Come here please." My mom instructed. I left the corner and walked over to where she was sitting on the couch.

"Take your bottoms down and bend over my lap." She instructed firmly, holding a small wooden paddle that looked like a ping-pong paddle without the rubber layers.

"Mom, please..." I started to complain, my backside still sore from the whipping and paddling I had gotten only hours before. But I stopped myself mid sentence.

"Yes Ma'am." I said, then pushed my pajamas, panty and diaper down. I bent over and let her pull me over her lap, until I was positioned how she wanted me.

"This is your first nightly spanking, a reminder to behave the next day. You'll get this every night, regardless of how many spankings you have earned throughout the day." She brought the paddle down sharply on my left cheek and I let out a little yelp. She did the same on my right cheek, then went back to the left, alternating like that until I had gotten twenty firm swats on each side.

"Good boy." She said, I assumed referring to my having not fought her.

"Come with me now." Mom said, and I started to pull my bottoms back up.

"Leave those" she instructed, so I followed her, nude from the waist down. She led me into the nursery and guided me into the crib.

"I'll use disposables at night, in case you do need to poop." She explained as she laid the plastic-backed diaper under me and applied it with her expert hands. It was a thick diaper for a disposable. As mom tucked me into bed, dressed only in the cartoon pajama top and disposable diaper, I noticed that several baby bottles and a pack of crackers had been placed on a table within reach of the bars.

"In case you need a snack." Mom said with a smile, seeing my stare.

"Good night Baby." She cooed sweetly as the railing went up and locked in place.

"Night Mom...mommy" I replied as she started to push the doorway closed, locking me in.

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