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by Les Lea
year-old Thomas Sebastian Turner thought he could get
away with anything. He was the eldest child of Maria and
Earnest Turner and brother to five year-old Mary and two
kindergarten onwards Thomas managed to successfully
blame anyone and everyone else for his offences. Any
mistake he made, item broken or tearful friend, he was
always innocent, it had nothing to do with him. He would
lie and lie until he convinced himself it was true. Even
when caught out with his fibbing, still insisted he was
telling the truth. His parents wondered if he knew what
The family lived
in a pleasant, inexpensive neighbourhood, in the
Mid-west. Earnest worked as the finance director
(accountant) for a group of local businesses, whilst
Maria was a busy housewife, but had been a talented
young seamstress before she married.
They got by but
there was never loads of spare cash, although they never
went into debt either. Life, like the neighbourhood, was
pleasant – they made no claims to being the cleverest
people in the world, or to knowing anything about
politics – The Turners, like the majority of locals,
just got on with life as best they could.
had been on the net, discussed it with friends and
neighbours, read articles in an effort to find a
solution to Thomas’s ‘problem’. However, from all the
conflicting advice they cobbled together a plan of their
own to make their young son understand how his lying
affected others and, more importantly, how it was going
to affect him.
He’d woken up to
a sunny morning as his mother gently shook him from a
deep sleep where he’d dreamed he was playing with some
of the colourful stars from his favourite TV show.
Whilst he rubbed his eyes, she pulled back the covers,
noticing as she did so the damp bedding and soaked jammy
bottoms. Recently he’d begun to wet more often, not
nightly but frequently enough that stricter action
needed to be taken.
Mary, his sister
who he shared the bedroom with, had been potty trained
for over a year and had not needed any night time
protection since then. His baby sister Carrie was still
in diapers day and night so for the eldest of the brood
to still wet the bed was becoming a bit of a
until this point his loving parents had been
understanding and just put up with the inconvenience
because Thomas’s attitude was – it’s just a ‘bedtime
accident’, which, ever since he was a toddler was what
he’d called such occasional incidents. It was something
he couldn’t lie about because it was there for all to
see. None-the-less he thought of it
as something that just happened naturally so therefore
was nothing to do with him. These days he took no
responsibility for getting to the bathroom at night.
Mr and Mrs
Turner had let him get away with it for far too long.
They didn’t like confronting or even arguing with their
children, in particular their independently minded son,
so took the easy option. They came from a long line of
very liberal parents who had decided that - a child
needed to be given space, needed to find him or herself
in their own time and on no account must they be
challenged on that route to personal discovery.
For Maria and
Earnest that was now all a load of bunkum. So, from this
day on his parents decided his and their own particular
mind-set was no longer going to be appropriate. Young
Thomas’s actions and bullying towards his younger
sisters and others had been a belated ‘call-to-arms’
that they were about to respond to in a dramatic manner.
wet bed and soaked PJs gave them the perfect opportunity
for putting their newly developed plan into action.
Things were going to change for their damp little boy
and change immediately.
The plan had a
few elements to it, and to be honest, neither parent was
sure if any of them would work. However, they were
desperate and hoped to get some response to their ideas.
They were quite prepared for the tears, tantrums and
drama that no doubt was about to follow.
Adding to his
mother’s determination about what was to happen was the
fact that she noticed a teddy bear peeping out from
under the clammy bedsheets. The very cuddly toy his two
year-old sister had been crying for the night before
because she couldn’t sleep without it. Thomas had sworn
he knew nothing about its disappearance yet here it was
now wet and as large as life.
When his mother
asked about it he still pleaded innocent to how it got
into his bed, saying Carrie must have put it there. The
sweet ‘butter wouldn’t melt’ look he gave her for a
second put her off guard but the resolve returned and
she knew he needed to learn not to lie. Thinking he’d
fooled her, and that was the end of the inquisition, he
quickly made his way to the bathroom to get cleaned up
and ready for school.
It was the first
day of a new term and Thomas was quite excited at seeing
all his school friends again but his mother had been
planning a surprise for when he wondered back to his
bedroom still towelling off.
As he returned
he noticed that she had stripped the bed and a clear
plastic sheet had been put over the mattress. Lying on
top of that was a pile of items he couldn’t quite make
out but to him looked very suspicious.
One of Maria’s
great joys was to make clothes for her children, which
were often admired when they went out as a family.
However, recently she had been busy designing and making
a special new school uniform for her boy. She’d spent a
few hours once the kids were asleep working away at this
secret project, which she knew would be a surprise to
“We’re going to
start this school term differently.”
She said to her
son as he hesitantly dried his thick brown hair, eyes
focusing warily on why his mother should be there. He
was a big boy and didn’t need her to dress him.
“There’s a new
uniform for you to wear but firstly, because you’ve been
wetting the bed far too often recently, you’ll be
wearing protection for the foreseeable future.”
brought her carefree son to a sudden halt. He wasn’t
sure he’d heard her correctly or what it meant except,
there was something about him having to wear
‘protection’ from now on.
He noticed the
folded disposable, the plastic pants and the baby powder
lying on top of the pile of clothing and suddenly
realised what exactly that did mean. He definitely
wasn’t going to be doing that.
“Mummy, I’m not
Carrie, I can’t wear a diaper to bed… I’m not a...” his
tears and anger came, “BABY”
He screamed the
final word and stomped off but his mother grabbed him
and pulled him back towards the bed.
you’ll not be wearing a diaper for bed.”
She thought this
might calm him down enough for her to deliver the sting
in her plan.
wearing one both night and day from now on.”
She smoothed out
the crinkly, plastic sheet covering the mattress and
smiled at him.
“We’ll make it
thicker at night so…. if you use it… no harm will be
done to your bedding.”
The tantrum and
waterworks started immediately. He struggled out from
his mother’s grip and stomped around his bedroom
screeching at his mother that he shouldn’t (and
wouldn’t) wear diapers at his age.
This made Mary
pay attention. She was used to tantrums and her brother
getting his own way but this time mummy’s reactions were
different, she spoke to him differently.
fair.’ ‘It wasn’t right’. ‘Only babies like Carrie wear
diapers … he’d never wear them’.
As part of their
(it had to be said), muddled plan, Thomas’s parents had
hoped that by putting him back in a diaper full time
would be a reminder that he’d been doing something he
shouldn’t – bed-wetting. They hoped that by sporting a
thick, babyish garment all day would make him think
twice about his actions.
They were also
desperate for a quick turnaround to their son’s casual,
disruptive ways. They worried that should it continue,
in later life he might think his attitude was acceptable
and find himself in a great deal of trouble.
They had to do
He was very
forceful in his childish arguments but for the first
time his normally compliant parents had said “NO” and
he’d met an implacable barrier to his normally indulged
His father came
in to the room and told his son to stop all the nonsense
Hoping it was
just his mother wanting to put him in diapers he ran and
hugged his daddy, claiming his mummy was being unfair.
He was a big boy and didn’t need to wear such babyish
“OK Tommy, did
you wet the bed?” His daddy asked as his son tried his
best, ‘innocent little boy’ look.
Thomas was none
too happy admitting to anything but also knew it was
something he couldn’t deny. However, he didn’t see Mary
looking on so, albeit reluctantly, nodded to his daddy’s
“Well, what do
we do with Carrie when she wets?”
Over the years
Thomas had seen both his sisters being changed, so
diapers, disposables, plastic pants, baby stuff had
always been a huge part of the things lying around their
home, but this was different.
“But daddy,” he
snivelled, “I don’t wet in the day… just… sometimes at
true… and we’ve let it go but… you seem to be getting
worse and we need you to be aware of the consequences
and a diaper will be a constant reminder.”
continued and hoped his son would see this as positive,
even though in his own mind he wasn’t really convinced.
This plan of
theirs was a very piecemeal affair – it took from a host
of different opinions, some more reputable than others,
and they weren’t sure if any of it would really work.
However, they had made the decision to act, so that was
what they were doing, and hopefully they’d muddle
through to some kind of success.
sure what consequences meant but it didn’t sound like
daddy had much sympathy so that angered and frustrated
“The good thing
for you is, well, whilst you’re wearing a diaper, er,
erm, you’ll get to use it, so, officially, no more
accidents because you’ll have all the protection
really out of his depth but hoped that something,
anything might work and he wanted to be positive and
give this course of action a chance.
followed but Mary witnessed something she’d never ever
seen in their home before.
within Thomas but a quick smack from his mother to his
naked little bottom made him stop.
This was another
part of their plan - a short, sharp shock. They thought
that a smack to his bottom might be another thing that
would make him re-think his attitude and hoped that he’d
be so stunned, the result would be instant.
parent liked the idea of such a punishment and hoped the
shock element would be the deciding factor rather than
resorting to spanking their son on a regular basis.
Thomas had never
ever been spanked before and was stunned. He wasn’t sure
what to make of it. It didn’t particularly hurt but
there was something in the delivery that meant things
had changed and the only way he knew how to deal with
that was by crying. He hoped his wailing would gain him
some consideration, some sympathy. He wanted them to
feel bad about smacking him but it didn’t work. His
mother just carried on with hardly any break in the
stunned as her older brother was reduced to a naked
bawling baby and in truth trembled hoping that it
wouldn’t happen to her. Although, at the same time,
silently happy to see her unpleasant brother get his
This was an
awful lot for the seven year-old to take in but with
both his parents joining forces and acting as one there
was little alternative. Thomas’s uncooperative wriggling
and kicking was no match to stop his mother from
powdering her boy and taping him into his first
disposable diaper in over four years.
wail and stubborn wriggle was being ignored and
forcefully subdued. Even his mother’s gentle hand
smoothing in creams and powder had been no consolation
to the shame of being forced into a diaper at his age.
It wasn’t easy
but once it was done he did look a lot younger than his
seven years. Perhaps, Maria hoped (and there was an
awful lot of hope going on in their plan), this alone
would make him behave.
His young mind
couldn’t cope with what was happening but even he could
see the silliness of what they were doing. They wanted
him to be more grown-up but they put him a disposable
and expected him to use it. Why? It was different at
night, he didn’t know he was wetting the bed but during
the day, he had no trouble making it to the boy’s room.
was a bright yellow colourful affair with blue cartoon
character markers that appeared when the item was wet.
So, whilst he lay sobbing his mother took advantage of
his wriggling hips, which helped slip up a pair of
matching slick yellow vinyl pants, she wanted to make
sure he was completely waterproof.
The thing was,
seeing her son like this Maria caught a glimpse of her
sweet innocent little baby and not the unholy terror
he’d become. His ineffective stamping about and forced
crying for some hoped for loving attention would
normally have brought out her mothering ways and
engulfed him in hugs and kisses. She knew she’d have to
see this plan through or at least give it a chance if
there was any hope of getting him to at least try to
alter his ways.
terrified of going to school in such protection and
protested throughout the entire procedure. He was
mortified that he was now wearing such padding and
looked like a taller version of Carrie. However, it
wasn’t quite as bulky as his baby sister’s, although far
more cumbersome than the Thomas the Tank Engine briefs
he normally wore.
His verbal and
emotional protests were ignored by mummy as she simply
made sure everything fitted him well. She thought he
looked wonderful standing, albeit reluctantly, in front
of her dressed as he was. It brought back happy memories
of when Thomas was less trouble, more compliant and much
easier to take care of.
was a mother who loved and indulged her children. In
years gone by she would have been dubbed an airhead or
hippy but she wasn’t really. She adored having babies
and wanted nothing more than to love and be loved by her
popped her head round the door and saw her older,
tear-streaked brother, being hugged by mummy, wearing
babyish plastic pants and smiled.
She smirked as
her words had the desired effect and his face once again
creased in total misery.
This set him off
even more hating her, hating his mother, hating his
father … but his parents had further surprises in store
for their little liar.
looked pretty cute standing there in just his protection
mummy fed his arms into his new school uniform; a yellow
shirt, loose red shorts with suspenders, a big blue bow
and brown shoes.
Where this idea
had sprung from Maria wasn’t sure but at some point,
when they were discussing Thomas’s lying, a reference
had been made to a particularly famous childish liar and
from that seed had grown into this part of the plan.
couldn’t believe that this was the new school uniform
because as far as he knew, they didn’t have a uniform
until he was at big boy school.
He arrived in
class, padded and feeling strange in his new outfit but
was greeted with smiles from the teachers and giggles
from the pupils. His colourful clothes, although quite
flamboyant for school were different to the rest of the
checked that nothing could be seen dangling below his
shorts so was pleased that his protected bottom wasn’t
all that obvious even though it felt hot and
well-contained surrounded in plastic.
first lesson of the day was the story of Pinocchio and
how the puppet’s lying got him into so much trouble. The
pictures in the book that were held up for the class to
see were exactly like the clothes Thomas was wearing and
the giggling and pointing got louder and more personal.
were in on this project and, although there had been
some murmurs of dissent about the method, it was thought
it might be worth a trial at least. Would Thomas change,
like Pinocchio, once he saw the results of telling fibs?
At first Thomas
thought as he was dressed like the lead character in the
story then he must have been chosen to play the starring
role. So, to begin with, he felt very proud at being
singled out for such a prestigious part that his mummy
and daddy had kept as a surprise, even forgetting about
his special padding for a while. However, this feeling
of some kind of celebrity status soon passed as the real
meaning of the story became clear.
whispered “Pinocchio” as he passed by. Some didn’t
whisper they shouted it across the room “Little Liar”,
whilst inspecting a story book character that had come
to life in their classroom; they touched his clothes and
laughed at his big bow.
Thomas was ideally cast as carpenter Geppetto’s wooden
little boy who wouldn’t stop lying. They all knew Tommy
was a constant liar himself.
slightly inhibited by all this attention, at lunch break
it didn’t stop him sneakily helping himself to another
classmate’s sandwich leaving the boy crying and hungry.
Of course he denied he’d done anything and thought, as
he’d eaten the evidence, there was no proof. Alas, the
teachers were keeping a close eye on him and witnessed
the event. They’d given him a chance to admit what he’d
done and apologise to his victim but, as usual, Thomas
acted the innocent. The injured party was most
disappointed that ‘Pinocchio’s’ nose hadn’t grown as a
result of the lie.
Because he was
embarrassed about actually wearing protection, Thomas
never asked to be changed even though by the mid-break
he was wet. He’d had no option. His mummy had taped him
in so firmly and the plastic pants hugged him so tightly
he had no idea how to unfasten and then refasten himself
in. By the time he’d made it to the boy’s room he was so
desperate it just flooded out.
At first he was
annoyed that he’d done such a thing and anxious that
others might know but, as there were no tell-tale signs
he stopped worrying. No one could see what had happened
and that made him feel pretty pleased - he’d gotten away
with something else.
teachers had been given permission by his mother to
change him when he asked for a fresh diaper, they had
decided that they would let him stay soaked until he
requested some attention. They weren’t being cruel,
well, actually they were being a little cruel, but as
they wanted Thomas to own up to things this seemed a
good place to start.
would only affect Thomas as only he would be
uncomfortable if he had to sit in a sopping diaper for
any length of time. However, in Thomas’s mind, no one
actually knew he was wearing a diaper because no one had
commented on his slightly padded bottom, perhaps
thinking it was all part of the Pinocchio suit.
dumpy, his little red shorts were loose enough not to
emphasise the padding underneath. Besides that, he
thought that if he said anything, people would know and
he’d be mortified if any of his classmates found out he
had to wear protection, he’d be the centre of ridicule.
He hoped this was just a one day thing and didn’t want
to draw attention to his slightly rustling cushioned
He didn’t notice
that with every toilet break in his diaper (and
throughout the day there had been a few) it expanded a
little. Thankfully, even though his diaper was
waterlogged the plastic pants had prevented any leaking.
However, he had to admit that sitting all day in a
soaked and re-soaked diaper was not nice at all and
couldn’t wait for the school day to end when he could
change into his normal clothes.
A word in his
mother’s ear from a couple of the teachers when she came
to collect him at home time meant that young Thomas was
not going to escape his special uniform so easily.
wanted to know what he’d thought about his new school
uniform. He hadn’t know why he was the only one dressed
as a character from a book but said he wanted his proper
mother smiled at him, “the teachers say your outfit
seems to have been very popular with your classmates…
they’re all talking about how much it suits you.”
“But mummy, I
feel silly… I’ll be glad to get back to my normal…”
that…” she interrupted, “are you wet?”
nervously around hoping that no one heard what she said.
say you never asked to be changed so… are you wet?”
down at his brown shoes; his pale naked legs trembled
slightly because he didn’t want to admit anything in
public. As he seemed reluctant to reply she bent down
and slowly pushed her hand up the leg of his loose red
shorts, past the soft plastic and could instantly feel
just how soaked he was.
you’ll be getting a rash if you sit around in a diaper
Thomas had gone
quiet and sullen wishing his mother wouldn’t make such a
big fuss about it.
caught the attention of a nearby teacher and asked her
if in future she’d check him regularly and, if she or
the school would be so kind, to change him when needed.
Miss Martin, agreed telling her that all her son had to
do was ask. His mother explained, with a tone that said
“He’s at that age”, he was too embarrassed about his
wetting problem, which now meant he had to wear
protection all the time.
with Miss Martin a supply of disposables, making sure
Thomas had plenty in his school backpack. She also
promised to bring plastic pants and soaker pads the
“To cover any
She said smiling
at the equally amused but understanding teacher.
“No problem Mrs
Turner, Thomas’s and all the children’s welfare is our
main priority. Do his disposables have a wetness
indicator on them?”
“Oh yes,” Mrs
Turner quickly responded, “a pattern appears when wet.”
The fact that
his mother hadn’t lowered her voice as she said all this
made him blush bright red as one or two of his
classmates were still hanging around waiting for their
To show the
teacher exactly what she meant she lifted the leg of his
shorts to expose the plastic pants and to demonstrate
how the blue indicator had appeared. Unfortunately, his
yellow vinyl protection didn’t show her point off very
well so, pulled the soft plastic down to reveal the full
(and now obviously sodden) disposable underneath.
stunned at his mother’s action and tried to pull away
but she held tightly onto him as she continued to
explain things to his teacher. One of the boys, Anthony,
smiled and whilst Thomas’s back was turned went up
behind him and squeezed his cushioned bottom.
around totally embarrassed and dying to say something
but his mother just pulled him away as they set off
home. Meanwhile, a grinning Anthony giggled at the soft
squishy lagging he’d just gripped. It was what his baby
brother felt like and he was only eighteen months old.
Once home Thomas
was desperate to remove his embarrassing uniform and
return to his regular clothes. He also wanted to get out
of his wet diaper and into something drier so
immediately rushed up to his room to change. His mother
followed but before he had chance to remove anything she
said that she would do it.
“But mum, I’m
not a baby, I can do it myself.”
“That’s not true
Thomas. As far as anyone in this house is concerned that
is just what you are… a baby who wets himself and then
doesn’t let anyone know. So, you’ll be treated exactly
the way we treat Carrie.”
A tantrum was
brewing but she would have none of it.
a soaked diaper, you wet the bed at night… you are
exactly like Carrie. We will be treating you as we do
her until we are sure you have changed your ways. It
will be up to you.”
Earnest had read somewhere that they needed to be direct
and consistent in their actions if they wanted them to
have any effect on the wayward child. They decided that
a united course of action was better than one parent
doing something, whilst the other tried something else.
The other thing was, not to be swayed by tantrums and
any feelings of remorse for what they were doing.
consistent – that was to be their motto.
failed to materialise because she didn’t wait for a
response but simply got straight down to stripping her
obstinate soaked son.
As she removed
his Pinocchio outfit he resentfully told her he didn’t
want to wear it again because he felt silly when no
other class mates wore anything like it.
removed his soaked disposable and could see he was
already beginning to get the start of a diaper rash.
However, before she saw to that she put him over her
knee and delivered half a dozen spanks to his naked
bottom. This was the part she wasn’t looking forward to
but, it was part of their plan – the short, sharp, shock
bit of their plan, so simply got on with it.
another boy’s lunch.”
“And failed to
admit what you’d done.”
“You told lies
to your teacher.”
“You made a
little girl cry.”
“You didn’t tell
your teachers you were wet.”
“From now on any
naughtiness; lying or simply being nasty to anyone will
be dealt with immediately.”
“Have I made
myself perfectly clear?”
the punishment in a very calm way. She didn’t appear all
that angry only pursuing a course of action that was
expected as a result of his day’s naughty activities.
A startled and
fearful Thomas couldn’t respond because of his tears.
continued looking directly into her sobbing son’s eyes.
didn’t let the teachers know when you were wet you now
have the beginnings of a diaper rash.”
She was less
scary now but still determined to make sure her little
boy understood the rules.
going to be a regular occurrence every time you are a
She hugged her
son, much to Thomas’s bewilderment.
hoped that the threat would be sufficient; she didn’t
want to have to ever spank him again.
“Every time you
tell a lie now people will notice and you will be
punished… and nobody likes a little boy who lies all the
The reference to
Pinocchio’s problem with telling the truth didn’t sink
in as he was bawling at the injustice of being spanked
for what he saw as no reason. It was they who had put
him in diapers and made it difficult to get to the boys
room in time so he’d had to use them. He wasn’t to
The problem he
had was that the teachers now reported even the
slightest infringement to the smooth running of the
class and how Thomas behaved with other children. So,
despite his silly uniform, he’d still stolen from, and
been nasty to, other children and lied to teachers about
several things that day.
Once his mother
had finished chastising her son, she spread anti-rash
cream and powder over the inflamed area. Before he had
chance to complain or throw another tantrum she had him
quickly taped into a disposable and slid into a pair of
see-thru plastic pants like Carrie wore.
He was one very
unhappy boy, which was further compounded when his mummy
slipped a little t-shirt over his head and picked him up
to carry him downstairs like she’d done when he was a
“Mummy I need
His arms were
outstretched, beseeching a return to his closet to
retrieve something to put over his padded bottom. Alas
his mother took no notice and carried him into the
living room where Carrie was already occupying herself
in the playpen. Maria pulled the weepy little Thomas
away from her shoulder and dumped him in with his baby
This was an
ad-libbed piece of the ‘plan’ and Maria wasn’t sure if
it would work or even if it was appropriate.
“Now, you and
Carrie play together and I don’t want any more tears…
and Thomas… you are on your best behaviour… unless of
course you’re looking for another spanking. Do I make
looking surprised that her older brother was coming to
play with her and smiled and garbled in absolute
delight. The fact that they were more or less dressed
the same didn’t register but she offered him one of her
toys as he grumpily sat down amid a great deal of
“Thomas… do I
make myself clear?”
Thomas was very
displeased at this situation and knocked away the toy
being offered by Carrie.
His mother was
annoyed with this act of petulance which needed instant
action. Up until then she had kept an even temper but
this nasty little act against his loving baby sister
really made her mad. Also, as she’d given him fair
warning about what would happen, she needed to put an
immediate stop to such behaviour.
She yanked him
out of the playpen, pulled down his plastic pants and
diaper and delivered a firm hand to his already red
“I told you only
a few moments ago that any naughtiness and you would be
spanked. It appears that you want to be spanked.”
surprised at the sudden retrieval of her new playmate
and his resulting spanking, whilst the deed was
witnessed by Mary who watched with some delight as her
brother’s bottom was reddened.
The apology came
too late as his botty was thoroughly heated up for the
second time in just a few minutes. This time his mother
applied her hand a little more forcefully than she had
Thomas had never
experienced such penalties to his actions and his sore
bottom was a reminder of what he’d done.
Mary on the
other hand was relishing the fact that her brother was
being brought to book for his actions. She only wished
he had been similarly penalised for all the nastiness
he’d inflicted on her throughout her young life.
Once he was
re-diapered and placed back in the playpen his red eyes
and tear streaked face made for a very unhappy and
reluctant playmate. However he realised his actions were
being monitored by Mary and knew she’d take great
delight in telling mummy if he’d been naughty.
Reluctantly he played a rather distracted game with his
He was right;
Mary couldn’t wait to drop him in it. Over the years
she’d had to put up with all kinds of meanness from her
older brother but now, she held the upper hand. She
liked the fact that he was suitably dressed as a baby,
wearing just a diaper and plastic pants and taunted him
with rattles and other baby toys as she joined in their
play. Except, she was a big girl so didn’t have to be
inside the playpen.
“That’s only for
whispered in Thomas’s ear and tossed him one of Carrie’s
old teething rings.
very tearful but also very angry and would have taken
revenge on Mary but she was on the other side of the
bars so couldn’t grab her. Also his throbbing bottom
made him think twice about lashing out for fear of
further punishment. At least that part of the plan was
getting through… but for how long?
watched her favourite TV programme she’d look over with
a very superior and satisfied smirk on her face. From
his point-of-view in the playpen he couldn’t see the
screen but could hear what was going on. It was also his
favourite programme so became completely frustrated as
he had to play with his ‘stupid little sister’.
His parents were
continually walking past and encouraging him and Carrie
to play with this, that or the other. There was an
implied threat that he couldn’t just sit and ignore her,
he had to ‘get involved’. They’d urge him to hug the
stuffed animals or build some bricks with her but he
didn’t want to, he was seven and had better things to
do. However, the gentle crinkle as they both moved
around making it clear that he was at that moment
dressed as no more than a baby.
He hated it but,
whenever he sat down, even with the padding, his sore
bum reminded him to be nice as another spanking might
not be far away. With the fear of that hanging heavily
over him, he eventually joined Carrie in whatever her
little baby imagination could come up with. All this
really meant was just hugging and ‘talking’ to her dolls
and menagerie of stuffed animals, whilst making the
evening meal, which Thomas was surprised to find already
cut up into small bite sized pieces but no fork or
spoon, he ate like Carrie did, using fingers to feed
himself. He was also surprised to find a bib was tied
around his neck so, like his little sister he didn’t
mess too much down his front. Carrie always made a mess
but she was learning to coordinate. Thomas on the other
hand should have had no problem but even he wasn’t
without a few drips and drops splashed on its plastic
surface. Whether he did this on purpose his parents
weren’t sure but, as with the diaper, his bib proved its
Carrie he’d wet whilst sitting at the table. On this
occasion he’d done it on purpose as a sort of attempt to
get his own back on his mother by giving her extra work.
In his head he hoped that she’d get fed up of all the
changing and extra mess he made and that somehow she’d
change her mind and let him get back to normal.
as he never said a word about being wet, and his parents
obvious ignoring the indicator motif until he asked to
be changed, had to sit around in damp discomfort until
it was time for bed.
was thick and saturated, which made his plastic pants
stretch and gleam, which caught the attention of Mary.
She took every opportunity to pat his bottom and rub the
glossy material whilst whispering how much of a baby
at each quiet put down from his gloating sister and
wished she had to wear the same as he did then it
wouldn’t be so embarrassing. Besides, she would look
better in a diaper because she was still just a big baby
as far as he was concerned. However, she was happy to
keep exposing her panties to her brother, showing that
she was a big girl and not a nappy wearing baby like
him. At that moment she had the upper hand and his sore
bottom made it unwise to say or do anything that might
make things worse for him.
bedtime wasn’t long after the meal and once Carrie had
been bathed and fastened into her night time diaper
regime, Thomas followed. So whilst mummy got Carrie
settled in her crib, daddy did the job this time. Once
again Thomas was told off for not letting anyone know he
was wet. Fearing being spanked again he eagerly promised
his daddy that it wouldn’t happen again.
“Thomas, you are
wearing a diaper not only because you wet the bed…”
guiltily up at his father as he cleaned him up.
being punished for telling lies… lies that mummy and I
worry will get you into a great deal of trouble as you
rubbed in the soothing anti-rash cream.
“We need you to
be aware of when you do lie…”
“But daddy I
don’t… honest… I…”
“That is one of
the problems, you might not realise when you are doing
it. We hoped that wearing a nappy and being reminded of
Pinocchio might send a message but your teachers have
said you have been very naughty today… and this is just
the first day of school.”
“But, but, erm…”
The boy wriggled
awkwardly as his father lavished powder over him.
It was no good.
He had been badly behaved once the real reason for his
outfit was known, and again he blamed his parents for
making him wear it. It was all their fault… he wasn’t to
blame… he was innocent.
you need is something like Pinocchio’s nose, something
obvious to remind you when you lie.”
His father had
another idea brewing at the back of his mind.
“For now, you’ll
be wearing a diaper all the time but you need to let us,
or your teachers, know when you’re wet. Otherwise you’ll
end up with a very itchy bottom that will drive you mad
if you don’t quickly get changed into something dry.”
He looked down
at his boy and slipped his see –thru plastic pants over
his well-padded disposable.
“Are we clear?”
wanted to tell his daddy that keeping him in a diaper
was the real reason he was getting a rash but his
argument fell on deaf ears. He made the sullen boy
promise that he would let someone know the next time he
filled his diaper.
repeated his warning.
diapers from now on young man. You’re our baby boy until
we say otherwise and until we see a great deal of
improvement in your attitude… that is how you will
“Now it’s bed
time for you…”
“But daddy, it’s
early yet, er I won’t be able to sleep, er, Mary is
still up and I’m older…”
His father put
his fingers to his lips to indicate he should no longer
naughty boys, go to bed a lot earlier than good boys and
He smiled and
rubbed his son’s tummy.
“I thought we’d
made it perfectly clear, you go to bed when we say… and
time for sleep. Do you want your teddy?”
for an answer his father placed the slightly damp
stuffed animal that Carrie had been searching for the
day before in bed with his son and watched contentedly
as he reached out and tentatively held it.
It wasn’t an act
of compromise Thomas was just tired of crying, arguing,
being spanked and having a terrible day in general so
simply accepted the soft, fluffy toy as a source of some
comfort. Even though it was relatively early he was worn
out and didn’t put up any resistance as daddy stroked
his head then tucked him in.
out the light and waited a few moments to make sure he
settled down. He really hoped that, as if by magic, his
son would turn into the sweet considerate boy he knew
Thomas really was. Well, that’s what he hoped for. He’d
forgotten to tell him that there would be another test
about the number of dry nights before he could go back
to his proper PJs… but that could wait for another time.
sweetheart, see you in the morning.”
When Mary came
to bed an hour or so later she checked in on her baby
sister first, who was in her crib in her parent’s room
and kissed her night-night. Carrie was the cutest and
happiest of babies and Mary loved to see her little
sister sucking on her pacifier in some little dream
world of her own.
When she went
into her shared bedroom she was pleased to see her
‘baby’ brother fast asleep. Normally, he would come to
bed a few minutes later than she did so this was fun for
her, it really made her feel more grown up than him. His
Thomas the Tank Engine cover had slipped down revealing
his thick diaper and smooth plastic pants, she giggled
to herself because she suddenly had an idea.
tiptoed to the bathroom where some of Lizzie’s pacifiers
were being soaked in a mild hygienic solution and fished
the most colourful one out of the container. Like she’d
seen her mummy do many times, she rinsed it under the
cold water tap and patted it dry. Chuckling all the way
back to the bedroom she noticed that Thomas’s thumb was
covered in saliva, as if it had just fallen from his
mouth, so slowly replaced it with Carrie’s freshly
gleefully as her horrible, older brother intuitively
began to suck; the bright yellow plastic shield covering
his mouth pulsing as he unconsciously nursed.
To complete the
scene she made sure the teddy bear was placed in his
and kissed his cheek before climbing into her own bed
just a few feet away.
A little later,
Maria and Earnest looked in on the children to kiss them
a final goodnight before retiring. Both were fast asleep
but their parents smiled and emitted a couple of subdued
“Awws” when they noticed Thomas and his binky. Not sure
where he had got it from, but not even considering that
Mary might have something to do with it; they assumed he
must have hidden it in his bed earlier and turned to it
He looked so
adorable wearing only his night time protection and
clutching a teddy, whilst the binky added perfectly to
the scene. There was no doubt about it, when Thomas was
fast asleep he looked like a little angel.
looked like an angel, her big innocent eyes and shy
girlish ways masking a very cunning mind for a five
get over how sweet and babyish Thomas looked and it
conjured up quite a few happy memories of only a few
years earlier. She surreptitiously slid a finger under
the plastic pants to check he was dry, he was. Thankful,
she pulled up the loose bedding and firmly tucked in her
oblivious son. He didn’t wake up, merely appearing to
suck more feverishly as he settled himself back into
whatever dream he was having.
He seemed so
content nursing, so, his parents decided, if that’s what
he needed to come to terms with his current predicament,
they should include a soother in his new nightly
Thomas woke up
wondering what the strange yellow object right next to
his face was. It had been the first thing he’d noticed
as his vision refocused after a very heavy night’s
sleep. At that moment his mummy entered the room to wake
her children and get them ready for the day ahead,
Thomas off to school and Mary off to kindergarten.
immediately saw that her son had wet again, the clear
plastic pants allowing visual confirmation by the
indicator motif on his disposable. Mercifully, whatever
he’d let flow was contained in the diaper and his
bedding sustained no ill effects.
So this part of
the plan had been a success. Now she only hoped that her
wayward son would see the precautions they were putting
in place to stop him from wetting were practical. She
also hoped her husband’s latest plans would prove
Mary into the bathroom before she got to work sorting
Thomas out for the day ahead. Meanwhile, he noticed the
pool of drool on Carrie’s paci and the damp patch on his
pillow where it had been resting. He grasped that he
must have been sucking it during the night and wondered
why his parents had slipped it between his lips as he
“Mummy,” he said
picking up the yellow pacifier. “Why have I got…?”
smiled and hugged him stopping him in mid-stream.
“Yes, we don’t
mind. You looked so sweet and you seemed to be enjoying
sucking on it. If that’s what you…”
hug followed, together with a gentle pat to his bloated
He wanted to ask
questions but events took over as she suggested they had
breakfast first and she’d change him later once Mary was
He wasn’t happy
going down to breakfast wearing a soaked diaper but his
father was putting Carrie into her highchair and for a
moment suddenly wondered if that was also to be his
fate. All other thoughts and questions disappeared as he
stood terrified for a decision to be made.
His daddy smiled
as he fastened Carrie in place. She gurgled and tried to
repeat what her father had said.
sat down and found his squishy padded bottom not easy to
cope with but knew he didn’t dare complain… he still
bore the mental, if not the physical, signs of his
Once Mary had
finished washing she found that mummy had already laid
out her clothes for the day - the pink princess vest and
panties, her lovely pink and blue summery cotton dress
and to complete the ensemble, pink ruffled socks and
white sandals. She loved pink, it was her favourite
colour and now she saw herself as a big girl went ahead
and dressed without any help from mummy or daddy.
she toddled over to Thomas’s pile of clothes and was
pleased to see that resting on top of his Pinocchio
outfit was a large yellow disposable and extra soaker
pad, together with a pair of clear plastic pants. His
mother deciding that it would be easier to spot when he
wet if there was a clear view.
Mary only wished
she could swap the clear plastic panties for a pair of
her old pink ruffled ones, thinking they’d be much
nicer, but they weren’t on hand for her to even try. She
decided she’d look for them later as they were bound to
be in a pile of stuff they were keeping for Carrie as
she got bigger. Mummy recycled all their baby stuff and
Carrie was wearing some of the things that Thomas had
worn when he was a baby. She grinned at the thought.
However, she was pleased to know he was still being
treated as a baby, whilst she was a big girl and had
been able to get ready herself.
She appeared at
the breakfast table proud that she was dressed and
prepared for kindergarten, whilst her horrible brother
finished his cereal wearing a saturated diaper.
congratulated for being able to take care of herself as
she wriggled proudly under such praise.
When her parents
weren’t looking she pretended to sniff the air around
Thomas and held her nose in disgust.
“Who’s a stinky
little baby,” she barely whispered.
This of course
had the desired effect and Thomas got angry and threw
what was left of his breakfast at her. Luckily it missed
but he was immediately taken upstairs by his furious
father, all the while protesting, kicking and screaming
it was all her fault.
Crying he tried
to tell his daddy he was innocent but they’d all seen
him throw the dish and no one had seen Mary pull her
face. So down came his protection and a further half
dozen smacks were delivered to his red naked bottom.
Earnest’s reluctance to spank his son they had agreed
the short, sharp, shock needed to come from both
This was the
first time his daddy had spanked him and it hurt more
than mummy had… Thomas was wailing and indignant at how
unfair it all was.
Again he was
sore but the spanking had stopped him arguing, although
he felt unjustly punished for something that Mary had
done, except she had merely teased him, he threw the
bowl. Not surprisingly at seven years-old he didn’t
comprehend what difference that made as to why his
bottom burned for the third time in a matter of a few
Once daddy had
finished he looked at his son with a sorrowful
“You’ve got to
learn that no longer will you get away with anything.
Lying, anger or just plain disobedience will not be
tolerated and as long as you carry on with that
attitude… your little bottom will remain bright red.”
He held the
weeping boy close and stroked his sore bottom, he could
feel the warmth.
“I’m sorry son
but you need to learn, and learn quickly, that you
cannot do, or say, or act just as you please.”
Earnest wasn’t sure about this method of chastising his
son and, like his wife, hoped that in future the threat
would be enough. They had carried out their plan,
although spanking was completely alien to them and
regretted administering it almost as soon as it was
Daddy led him
into the bathroom where he washed Thomas down and wiped
away the tears.
Back in the
bedroom, as his wife had already laid out what he should
wear Earnest began the task of readying his son for his
second day of term. The subdued boy barely acknowledged
the operation as his father fastened him into his diaper
and pulled up the clear plastic pants. He hardly noticed
that the disposable now had a thick soaker pad added.
Daddy flattened them down making sure that everything
was completely contained by the crinkly plastic.
However, there was no getting away from the fact that
these were bulkier than yesterday’s protection and
filled his shorts out more.
This was part of
the ‘added’ plan Earnest had thought about to make
Thomas more aware of his actions. He’d disliked spanking
his boy but wondered if another reminder might prove
effective. His diaper would get bigger (more soak pads
added) if his teacher’s daily report was not one of
didn’t want to be dressed as Pinocchio again and pleaded
with his daddy not to make him but his protest was
ignored. Meanwhile, his little red shorts now showed a
distinct puffier profile and found his normal way of
walking strangely awkward, he had a slight waddle. He
complained to his mummy as she dropped Mary off at
kindergarten that he was uncomfortable but she just said
he’d get used to it as the day progressed.
It was a
wonderful warm day and as Mary climbed out of the car to
be greeted by her friends, she couldn’t help but grin
back at her despondent looking brother… after all… she
was a big girl and he was a shuffling little baby. She
was going to have a fantastic day playing with all her
pals but then she had another thought.
She wished that
all his mates on the estate could see him wearing his
nappy. In fact, she wanted all her friends to witness it
as well and wondered how she could make that happen. She
knew if she just tried to embarrass her brother her
mummy and daddy would not be pleased. She had to make it
seem like it happened by accident.
mummy led a reluctant Thomas into class, he could feel
the extra thickness of the diaper and sweaty heat his
plastic pants produced as he once again became the focus
of attention. All his classmates gathered around him but
thankfully Anthony, the boy who’d fondled his padding
the day before, to the relief of Thomas, wasn’t there.
However, the puffier shorts did make some of the more
forward boys and girls curious.
some chirruped, “see you got your liar suit on again.”
type of comment came from him and directed at some loser
in the wrong kind of t-shirt. He felt strangely
inhibited as they’d tugged at the bow or laughed at his
babyish red shorts with the suspenders.
found himself as one of the ‘picked on’ and surprising
for Thomas, he didn’t have a clever comeback. In fact,
he wriggled uncomfortably away from the comments and
unfriendly smiles - he just wanted to be left alone.
they mocked, “did your baby sister not need them?”
can be very spiteful, but ‘Hey’, look who they directed
All the other
kids were dressed normally; none had clothing that was
anywhere near as colourful, apart from Jeremy and Binda.
These two were the only classmates who wore vivid
garments. Jeremy because he liked bright colours and was
a fan of a certain very popular cartoon show on TV.
Everything he wore, from his little briefs to his
jacket, was somehow connected to that program. He was
also the youngest and most juvenile of the group and, as
Thomas had often said in a sarcastic fashion, he was
more like a six than a seven year-old.
Then there was
Binda who, because her parents came from Asia, dressed
their daughter in shiny vibrant fabrics that wouldn’t
have been out of place in a Bollywood movie, which she
also liked. At any opportunity she would start to dance
and sing, throwing her hands into a myriad of shapes,
her golden bangles ringing and tinkling to some lively
rhythm in her head.
Both these two
were the only ones who thought the Pinocchio outfit
looked okay. But Thomas being Thomas didn’t want to be
part of the group of ‘weirdly dressed’ people, so tried
to ignore their offered friendship. However, his normal
pack of friends had suddenly discovered other, more
interesting mates and found himself being side-lined.
Worse, he was now the subject of giggles and whispers...
he was no longer a leader of his little pack of school
friends. He was also frightened of too much movement
because of the subtle crinkly noise his new see-thru
plastic pants made and dreaded having to ask the teacher
to change him.
wasn’t there to spread the news he’d discovered the day
before, even without him Thomas’s secret was easily
identified. Everyone thought it terrific that their
little liar, their Pinocchio, the most confident but
unpleasant boy in class, should be punished like he was.
His thicker, more obvious padding giving the game away
as almost immediately, before the teachers had chance to
intervene, they were pulling at his shorts, pushing up
the legs holes and tugging at the waistband trying to
get a look.
them off as best he could but there were just too many
interested and grabbing hands that he found his
loose-fitting shorts pulled down revealing his see-thru
plastic pants and the undeniable large disposable
Everyone now had
a good look.
laughter and comments, pointing and pats, never had
Thomas wanted to be somewhere else as much as he did at
that moment. Then in front of his classmates the
resentment disappeared to be replaced by dread as he let
a stream of uncontrollable pee fill his diaper.
those extra soak pads his father had introduced meant he
was so well protected that probably nobody noticed.
However, as the warmth spread around his boyish bits he
worried that the indicator motif on the disposable might
activate at any moment. He desperately wanted to get
away from the crowd.
everything… he knew what he had to do and asked Miss
Martin, who had just entered the room, spurred on by the
shrieks and joyful laughter, for help.
His voice low
and trembling as the embarrassment peaked and his
“I need to, er,
I, erm, I’m, er, I need…”
This was a first
for him, actually, well almost admitting to something.
distressed appearance she quickly shoo-ed the other kids
away and helped Thomas into a small ante-room that
doubled as the school storeroom and first aid centre.
stood there in shock with tears streaming down his face,
never had he been so ashamed or scared of his friends.
He held tightly onto his dishevelled shorts that had
been yanked down revealing the view he was so desperate
to hide. Although he hated his mummy and daddy for
putting him through such embarrassment, at that moment,
he just wanted some sympathy and hugs from someone who
cared. Miss Martin provided that consolation.
In truth, this
was not what his parents had intended to be the outcome
of making their son’s diaper thicker. They’d wanted him
to realise that with each lie there were consequences
and, whereas, in Pinocchio’s story it was his nose that
grew, his daddy hoped that the increasing size of his
diaper might have a similar effect.
failed to realise just how awful and vindictive kids
could be and had not allowed for that element into his
reckoning. His muddled plan seemed simple but there were
too many other things that could influence its outcome.
The couple’s plan was falling apart.
Martin patted the crushed little seven year-old’s thick
padding offering soothing words and a warm embrace.
Thomas didn’t want to leave the safety of that little
room, or his teachers comforting hug. She, seeing an
opportunity that Thomas had offered, slid her hand down
the back of his shorts to check just how damp her
weeping pupil was. Thomas didn’t mind, he just didn’t
want to go outside and face his classmates.
Although he was
damp, Miss Martin guessed that his diaper could take
several more dowsing’s before he needed to be changed.
She re-fastened his shorts and smoothed the disturbed
fabric and protection back into place, gently patting
and stroking the boy’s padded bottom in reassurance.
Once back in
class and teachers present, stern words and disapproving
looks meant the mocking of Thomas all but ceased.
Miss Martin was
never totally on-board with this public form of
punishment but decided she would have words with
Thomas’s parents in the hope of changing their minds. As
it was, it certainly looked like it had been effective
in the short term because he was on his very best
behaviour, not wanting to upset either the kids or
kindergarten Mary was enjoying the feeling of being
grown-up and it affected the way she interacted with her
playmates. Before she’d never noticed how childish some
of the other pre-schoolers were, she was so much more
independent then them. Quite a few needed help from the
assistants to do some of the most basic tasks, whilst
others, like her big baby brother, were still wearing
She hadn’t known
that morning her daddy had to surreptitiously pull out
her frock because it was caught up in her princess
panties. He did it while telling her what a big and
clever girl she’d been in dressing herself. She, proud
of her abilities, hadn’t noticed the subtle manoeuvre.
Alas, her coordination wasn’t quite as good as she
thought it was.
When Maria came
to pick up her son at home time, she was confronted by
both a very distraught Thomas and an equally unhappy
teacher. Miss Martin took his mummy aside and explained
what had happened and was sure that the miserable boy
had learned his lesson as he’d been on his best
behaviour all day.
She also added
that all the teachers were of the same opinion that this
form of punishment was unfair and the Pinocchio suit was
no longer appropriate. The continued embarrassment of
Thomas would not be allowed in school time or on their
Maria was quite
taken aback by this attack on her parenting skills. She
and her husband had hoped that their attempt at a
‘short, sharp shock’ for their son to see the error of
his ways, was better than the prolonged battle they had
been engaged in and, which up until then, had produced
no results whatsoever.
now she had to see the error of their ill-conceived
Before she left
Maria had to promise that any further action would not
be taken which involved the school in any way. However,
Miss Martin agreed that if Thomas had an ‘accident’,
they would do all they could to make sure he was
returned to a dry diaper. As long as he requested that
help, otherwise they wouldn’t get involved … so it was
up to him to admit when he needed a change.
explained that he’d already asked her a couple of times
that day he needed help, so saw no trouble in future
from him on that particular issue. Marie was suitably
impressed and she experienced a shiver of pride run down
her spine. He’d admitted to something, so this was
tremendous and unexpected news.
Thomas sat in
the rear car seat looking gloomy and upset all the way
home. Marie felt those pangs of guilt that the ‘experts’
had warned her against but, with the condemnation from
school, she and Earnest would have to come up with a
Thomas had been so severely shocked by that day’s
experience he never wanted to go to school again. He was
also unaware of the conversation that had taken place
between mummy and his teacher and had no idea that his
Pinocchio days were at an end.
On the way they
picked up Mary who was still very pleased with herself,
chatting nonstop about how helpful and grown-up she’d
been and how all the teachers had said how grown-up she
was. Actually, none of them had said anything of the
sort. It was all in her five year-old head but
nonetheless, wriggled proudly in her booster seat again
showing off the fact that she wore her princess panties
and not a thick diaper.
down in his seat feeling the bloated and sopping diaper
and wishing his sister would just shut up. He also
wished he could do something to make it so she’d have to
wear a diaper as well. However, and this was a
tremendous thing for him to realise, if he did anything
naughty it would end up with him being punished and he
didn’t want that to happen ever again.
So he sat their
sulky, unhappy but more importantly, silent.
Back home and
Marie wasn’t sure how she was going to tell her husband
what had been discussed at school. In the meantime,
she’d stripped Thomas out of his wet clothes and put him
back into a thick, thick diaper. She noticed that the
usual whining and none cooperation was missing and that
her son now appeared to accept what was happening to
He lifted his
bottom when requested. He didn’t moan at the baby lotion
being rubbed in or the powder being sprinkled, normally
he’d pull a face of disgust at least but not this time.
The thick soaker pad slipped into his diaper and pulled
up between his legs was met with indifference and no
argument. He didn’t make a fuss as it spread his legs
wider and he didn’t object as the final crinkly plastic
pants were inched up and hauled over the bulging fabric.
Thomas was being
unbelievably passive even when she plonked him back in
the playpen with his little sister.
elements of the ‘plan’ that she still thought were
viable, or at least hoped they’d be, and wasn’t
prepared, at home at least, to abandon everything just
She was pleased
that Miss Martin had reported his change of attitude,
which was positive, perhaps that was down to what they
were doing so maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t all bad. She
decided to keep things as they were for the time being
at home, though obviously Thomas would no longer have to
wear his colourful outfit for school.
In fact, the
more she thought about it the more she saw this as a
great opportunity to show Thomas that his improved
behaviour was paying off. She would praise him for being
a “good boy”, she’d let him have treats because he
played nicely with his sisters and would offer small
concessions - staying up later, wearing pants over his
diaper, perhaps not even having to wear diapers to
school… if the positive reports kept coming from his
Whilst he played
with Carrie, who was overjoyed at once again having her
brother join her in her playpen, Marie was feeling
pretty pleased with her ‘revised’ plan.
surprising was happening with Thomas. His seven year-old
mind had made a great leap forward in understanding what
the word ‘consequences’ actually meant. He’d stopped
arguing with his parents, had stopped resenting being
put in diapers, didn’t object to having to play with his
baby sister and had calmed down considerably. He had
hated being the butt of jokes at school and for the
first time had realised how hurtful such actions were.
He hadn’t quite got the hang of not lying but thought if
he didn’t say anything he couldn’t be accused of being a
He also realised
that resenting Mary wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He
still wished she had to wear diapers but as it was his
problem, he wet the bed, there was no point in making
thinks worse so, if she made fun of him, he’d just have
to accept it.
There was a
knock on the front door and as Marie was in the kitchen
preparing a meal it was down to Mary to answer it.
Standing at the door, dressed in their soccer kit, were
four of Thomas’s friends, who didn’t attend the same
school as him. Mary smiled as she invited them in and
directed them over to where her brother was playing
dollies with his little sister.
The three seven
year-olds and one eight year-old stood in disbelief as
they watched their main player wriggle around a playpen
kitted out in a thick diaper and noisy plastic pants
whilst talking baby talk with his little sister. It only
took a couple of seconds for Thomas to realise he had an
audience and the sudden shock and mortification ripped
through his body that his mates had seen him dressed as
Tommy, er, do you want to play…?
One of the
equally shocked boys timidly asked as he bounced the
ball in his hand.
Mary watched in
some amusement as her ‘baby’ brother didn’t really know
what to do or say, he just looked stunned.
The older boy
looked in disgust and turned to his mates.
“I don’t think
we need a baby on the team. C’mon guys.”
He turned and
led the others straight back out the door.
hearing voices, Marie popped her head around the door
just in time to hear the damning words and see the boys
troop off without Thomas.
She saw how
devastated he looked and was angry at Mary for inviting
them in but, as she’d never told her not to let his
friends in she really had to settle with a disappointed
look at her daughter. Mary just looked wide-eyed and
innocent but inwardly was pleased, then even happier
when she saw her brother crying.
The tantrum that
would normally have happened as a result of such
embarrassment never materialized he just threw himself
down onto the soft playpen flooring and sobbed his eyes
out. Carrie tried to comfort him by gently patting his
bulky bottom and kissing the top of his head.
“Tomee don cry.”
His world had
just come to an end. How would he ever get over his
friends seeing him like that? It was a terrible state to
be in and as he lay there, eyes misted with tears, he
couldn’t stop himself from wetting his diaper, which
upset him even more.
Marie had seen
first-hand how Thomas had changed and her heart went out
to her eldest now he was in such anguish. She lifted him
from the playpen and gently rocked him in her arms until
the hurt had gone. Once this action would have brought
protest and rages but now all he wanted was to be
comforted. Whispering soothing words and tenderly
stroking his padded bottom she noticed he would need
changing very shortly but, for the moment that could
Mary was none
too pleased to see mummy cuddling Thomas but, she could
see the motifs on his diapers indicating just how wet he
was so, that was some consolation.
Whilst her older
brother was being babied she decided that she would look
after Carrie, once again proving what a big and helpful
girl she really was.
She amused her
with a game of dolly dress-up but noticed that her
little sister’s diapers also sagged and squelched when
wet as well.”
The “as well”
passed her mother by but the implication was there.
“Would you like
me to see to her… while you look after Tommy?”
“Thank you sweetheart that would be a great help.”
So, as Marie
hugged her son, the ever helpful Mary set about making
sure her charge was all nice, clean and dry. This had
the added effect of mummy forgetting all about her
involvement in recent events.
Once she had
Carrie all tidied up she ‘helpfully’ brought down fresh
diapers and plastic pants for her mummy, she knew Tommy
would need them.
Once the kids
were all tucked up in bed Marie and Earnest reassessed
their ‘plan’. Taking the opinion of the school on board
(as they could hardly ignore it) they decided that the
Pinocchio outfit had served its purpose and would no
longer feature in the grand scheme.
The report from
Miss Martin that Thomas’s attitude had improved was
greeted with relief but, to make sure it continued, he
was told he’d still have to wear diapers until they were
absolutely certain it was a permanent change.
breathed a sigh of relief hoping their brief venture
into spanking their child was now at an end. They’d
really struggled with justifying that side of things
but, and they had to consider the possibility, it might
have been the ‘short, sharp, shock’ needed to get Thomas
Come the morning
and a soaked boy greeted his mummy with a yawn and
stretch unaware that things were about to take a turn
for the better. She could see the bloated disposable and
helped her son from his bed and stripped him out of his
protection. As this was done she informed him what her
and daddy had decided about the Pinocchio clothes and
diaper. If he really didn’t want to wear a thick diaper
to school he’d have to prove he was responsible enough
to learn it was wrong to tell lies, make fun of people
or disrupt class.
Thomas understood what he was being asked to consider
and was also very thankful he didn’t have to wear the
stupid outfit any longer. Of course he didn’t mention
that he thought the outfit was stupid, he merely hugged
mummy in gratitude. His spirits picked up now he knew he
could get back to wearing proper clothes; he just had to
make sure he didn’t revert back to his old ways.
It would have
appeared that, in Thomas’s case at least, the ‘short,
sharp, shock’ had a meaningful effect.
Lying in bed and
feigning sleep, Mary heard all that was said. She didn’t
like the idea that things were so soon getting back to
normal with her brother. The scheming five year-old had
overheard mummy say that Thomas would have to stay in
diapers until he proved he could have a wet-free night
but he could be out of daytime diapers if he was able to
control his temper. This information gave her further
thoughts on how to prove he, along with Carrie, were big
babies, and she so much more responsible.
unconcerned with having to wear a diaper under his
normal school clothes because it was nowhere near as
thick as the previous day. In fact, it was hardly
noticeable at all and, despite the muffled rustle of his
plastic pants, he felt far more confident. His mummy had
said that if he maintained those good reports, then he’d
not have to wear thick diapers again but… the inference
was there and he understood.
Just being able
to wear his usual school polo shirt and shorts was such
a relief and was quick to get involved in his friend’s
After the shock
of the day before and his team mates seeing him in
Carrie’s playpen, he was just glad to have buddies he
could lark around with. Of course they hadn’t forgotten
his thick diapers but, without the Pinocchio costume,
and the lack of thick padding, the ribbing all but
Just the simple
fact he was no longer wearing the ‘Liars’ uniform seemed
to send a message to the class that he was no longer a
liar. How or why that should be no one really knew but
Thomas was accepted back into his gang with barely a
mention of the previous day. Of course there were some
whispers but in general, things had returned to the way
it had been.
well aware he was under incredible scrutiny from the
teachers, was well behaved, even towards Jeremy and
Binda, who he made a point of chatting to. He helped
Jeremy with some adding and subtracting, which was
something he’d never done before and the cartoon-loving
boy was overjoyed at being able to finally do something
he’d never quite understood before.
Miss Martin was
throughout the day Thomas was surprisingly animated,
fun, attentive and helpful – none of these traits had
been apparent before. Lunchtime passed off without
incident and he even offered the boy whose lunch he’d
stolen only a couple of days earlier his sweet treat.
surreptitiously asked the teacher to change him after
lunch and this was carried out without any of his
classmates being aware such a thing had happened.
When Marie came
to collect him she was proud that the reports were so
positive and Thomas beamed under the praise of both
mother and teachers. He liked this way of getting
attention and found it easier than he thought it would
to be nice instead of a bully.
Miss Martin and
the other teachers were shocked at this rapid change and
began to wonder if perhaps the strange punishment had
some value after all. However, it was early days and
things could change, look how they had since a few days
On the journey
home Mary tried her best to whisper things to her
brother in the hope of making him mad, he didn’t rise to
any of the childish insults. In fact, at one point mummy
had told Mary off for annoying her brother, which didn’t
go down well at all with the little schemer. She sat
there fuming and flapping her dress in annoyance and
also, as always, to prove she wore panties and not a
Over the evening
meal, as Earnest fed Carrie and mummy took a welcome
break she was full of compliments for Thomas. She took
great delight in telling her husband what the teacher
had reported and they heaped praise back on their
blushing son. He’d never been the recipient of such
admiration and wriggled (and crinkled) bashfully in his
seat as mummy patted his head in delight.
Mary tried to
interrupt saying she’d had a good day and been ‘very
grown-up’ but was not rewarded with the approval her
brother received. It was all about ‘him’ again and she
wasn’t happy at all. He even volunteered to continue to
feed Lizzie so his father could eat his meal without
interruption; this was met with nods of approval from
the real grown-ups.
Over the next
few days Mary saw her power slowly ebbing away as Thomas
was allowed to wear shorts over his much thinner
protection. The positive school reports had continued
and Thomas was quickly becoming a real friend to
Even when it was
bed time he was back to jim-jams which covered his
babyish plastic pants. She was as furious as any
powerless five year-old could be, he was beginning to
look a lot less like the big baby she’d hoped he would
stay and back to being her annoying older brother.
attitude towards her had also diminished and he took
very little notice of her whispered insults and general
irritation. She tried her best to get him into trouble
but it just wasn’t working.
Over the next
couple of weeks Thomas behaved impeccably at school as
well as at home. He was thoughtful, helpful and there
was no sign of the tantrums of old. Marie and Earnest
were congratulating themselves on a job well done.
There were other
developments as well as their son’s attitude. At one
point Thomas had gone four nights without wetting and
only had to continue for another three to be out of his
thick night time diapers and back into his PJs.
Mary had enjoyed
watching as her older brother was nightly wrapped in a
diaper and had his plastic pants smoothed down over the
padded material, whilst she simply wore a nightie to bed
with no such protection. In her eyes it meant he was
still a toddler but things were changing fast and it
looked like he’d soon be back to a diaper-free
confident he’d make it a complete week without wetting.
He knew the rule that he had to complete seven nights
without as much as a damp spot to be able to qualify for
a diaperless existence.
In fact, he’d
taken charge of his nocturnal bathroom arrangements and
found he could hold it if needed. He was also doing the
same during the day at school, so changes by the staff
had dropped to zero. It looked like in just a few days
things would be back as they were.
Knowing that if
he did wet at any point during those final few days
‘project PJs’, as Thomas had called his return to normal
nightwear, would be re-set and he’d have to start all
over again. This gave Mary had an idea.
No one was aware
of just how clever Mary was. Her plan was not one you’d
associate with a five year-old. It was devious and
cunning, and although had its origins in a book of
fairy-tales she’d read about naughty elves getting their
own back on some fairies, she executed it with
She pinched one
of his diapers and put it on Carrie. She often
volunteered to help mummy sort her sister out, so this
action wasn’t out of the ordinary. The fact that Lizzie
was wearing a much bigger diaper went un-noticed and
Mary was quick, once it was wet, to make sure it was she
who got to her little sister first. After all, she had
become mummy’s little helper.
Once the wet
evidence was in her possession she calmly hid the
offending article under Thomas’s bed for it to be
discovered later by someone else.
The morning of
its detection was greeted by denials by Thomas that he
had anything to do with it. He was in tears imploring
his mummy that it wasn’t his even though all the signs
pointed to a deception. Mary was sat at the kitchen
table when all this kicked off and some of the old
Thomas returned when he threw a tantrum because he
wasn’t being believed.
Though he could
do nothing else, and because his mummy thought he was
lying, he got a quick slap to his naked bottom followed
by a very thick diaper fitted in place for school.
stopped his tantrum immediately. Although in reality it
was just a tap, Thomas was aware of what it could lead
to and instantly stopped his fussing. The boy had
learned very fast how to avoid unnecessary pain. He
wasn’t happy about the thick diaper but at least he
hadn’t received a sore bottom this time.
Mary was very
pleased and sat innocently eating her cereal as her
brother was called a little liar and punished. She
couldn’t help but smile as she saw her tear-stained
brother sit grumpily at the table, his shorts padded and
huge with the plastic pants just creeping into view. He
was very upset and implored his daddy to believe him but
he couldn’t explain how the wet diaper had got there.
At no point did
anyone suspect Mary. Regardless of the fact that she had
been very vocal about being the ‘grown-up’ in the
family, her parents hadn’t made the link.
Because it was
always about Thomas, Mary’s involvement wasn’t
considered. As far as they were concerned no one was to
blame for the secreted diaper except the culprit Thomas.
They knew it was
a big deal for their son to get all his privileges back
and assumed that he was so scared that this one
transgression meant a return to constant diapers he’d
engineered a fresh diaper after soaking the one he’d
The fact that he
hadn’t admitted to the fraud when it had been discovered
was what made his parents angry. They thought he was
through with lying, yet here he was, caught red-handed
and refusing to admit his guilt. The poor boy wasn’t
believed and he spent the rest of his well-padded day in
an angry sulk.
At school he was
once again inhibited by his thick cushioning. The
teachers noticed the change in temperament and his
moodiness, though this time it didn’t spill over into
anger with his school chums. He hated his parents for
not believing him but he had no idea how the wet diaper
had got there.
He told Miss
Martin the tale and how excited he was to be soon out of
his diapers but that wasn’t going to happen now, he
broke down in tears. His teacher cuddled and consoled
him and thought he was probably telling the truth but
again, without another suspect, she had no answer.
This was a huge
setback for Thomas as it was for his parents. They had
been overjoyed at the rapid progress he’d made since the
Pinocchio suit and spanking days. They weren’t sure if
any of that had been the catalyst to their son’s rapid
conversion but were sorely disappointed that he didn’t
feel he could own up to his wet diaper and felt he had
to conceal it.
chance remark Earnest made to one of his colleagues at
work about kids lying had led to an eye-opening story he
hoped wasn’t true in his case.
had assured him that his own ten year-old son had gone
out of his way to do all he could to drop his older
sister in it because she was going to a concert but he
was too young. He really hated the fact that she was old
enough to do things that he wasn’t allowed and it drove
him mad with jealousy. Despite the sister telling her
parents what was happening they simply refused to
believe that their ‘Angel’ of a son could, or would, be
so divisive or vindictive.
complaints from his sister got to such a level that they
had to take notice and she became like an avenging
ninja, she left traps for her brother to fall into.
Pretty soon she had enough evidence to take to her
parents to prove what she’d been saying all along. Her
brother was being nasty.
There fears were
realised when they caught him using his sister’s
‘unattended’ cell phone to send a vicious text to one of
her friends. Caught in the act, and with the text still
on the screen, he had no defence. He complained that he
was being treated as a toddler, not being allowed to go
to concerts when his sister was and he regarded it as
parents didn’t see it that way and were angry with
themselves for not believing their ‘little angel’ could
do something so sly against his sister. They changed
their opinion once the facts were known and, after
apologising for their disbelief at their daughter’s
claims, set about teaching their son a hard lesson.
took away all his privileges and told him if he thought
he was being treated as a toddler before, he would be
given a chance to think again.
did was closely monitored; he wasn’t allowed to watch
any grown-up TV, restrictions placed on how much time
allowed to play with his friends and most infuriating
for the boy, early bath and bed time. To add further to
his punishment, and to emphasise he was acting like a
baby, they put him in a diaper and footed PJs every
With the threat
hanging over him that every time he acted up, lied or
was nasty to anyone (though especially his sister), his
bed time would be moved a half hour earlier, he dare not
work colleague observed: “They’re all little angels…
until they’re found out!”
This story set
off alarm bells in Earnest’s head. He’d completely
ignored the way Mary had been acting up in attempting to
get Thomas into trouble. Normally her huge innocent eyes
would have made the idea unthinkable but now, well, he
might have to re-think the way they had dismissed
He discussed the
story with his wife but she scorned the idea of her
sweet-natured, five year-old daughter being devious
enough to come up with such a plan. She thought it far
more likely that Thomas had been scared to admit having
an accident so near to his escape from diapers…
a shiver of recognition ran down her spine.
remembered some of the things her daughter said to try
and enrage her brother. It never amounted to much, but
there again mummy wasn’t always around when the two were
she recollected was how Mary was always happiest when he
was in his diaper and plastic pants because she’d said,
on more than one occasion, how nice it was that Carrie
had another baby to play with. At the time she just
thought she was being cute… but perhaps…?
They didn’t want
to believe she could be capable of such a thing, but
there again they didn’t want Thomas to be accused of
something when he was totally innocent.
They had to come
up with a plan and quickly, they didn’t want Thomas
reverting back to his old ways after he’d come such a
Over tea mummy
made sure that her son knew that his teachers had put in
a good word for him. Of course, Mary was sitting
enjoying her brother’s sullen look but the fact Miss
Martin had spoken up raised his spirits. Marie informed
him that, if he could go the next two nights, the entire
weekend, without wetting again, then he could go without
diapers as promised… but only if he didn’t wet.
As far as Mary
was concerned this was a complete betrayal. Mummy and
daddy had set down rules for him to gain back his briefs
and PJs and now they were reneging on the plan. It
brother had been the glum one, it was now Mary’s turn to
feel let down.
believe that after all she had done they still believed
Thomas shouldn’t be permanently in diapers. She had two
nights to prove to her parents that there was only one
of their children who wasn’t a baby, and that was her.
Carrie was going
to be in for a very wet weekend as her sister attended
to her every need. She fed her copious bottles of milk,
dressed her and changed her, insisting that mummy leave
it all to her. Marie knew something was going on but
didn’t know exactly what. However, she had put her own
little test into operation and hoped to see the results
– one way or another – pretty soon. Of course, Mary
again used her brother’s larger diapers to swaddle
Carrie and once a couple had been reasonably soaked she
hid them away until needed.
On the Sunday
night, after they’d been put to bed, no one except Mary
knew that hidden in a couple of locations were two very
soggy diapers. One had been concealed at the bottom of
Carrie’s diaper pail and the other secreted under her
She had planned
on discovering the evidence whilst looking for a lost
dolly and her mummy was in the bedroom as witness. She
would cry and say it wasn’t hers and that Thomas must
have put it there. She planned a little tantrum of her
own and hoped her usual look of purity and innocence
would divert any accusations back at her brother. After
all, he was the one needing diapers, he was the one who
wet the bed, not her… but she wanted more and in doing
so pushed her luck.
She bet this
wasn’t the only time he’d wet over the weekend and that
he might have hidden other soaked diapers elsewhere. She
even inferred that daddy should look in Carrie’s pail
for evidence. What she didn’t know was that Thomas’s
diapers had been marked and that tiny little spot on the
corner of the fabric would prove who was telling a lie.
When the newly discovered ones didn’t have the mark
mummy knew that the wet diapers were fake because he was
still wearing the dry marked one.
with the evidence of her failed evil plan, she
maintained her innocence and insisted it was Thomas who
was the wrongdoer. She couldn’t believe her parents had
caught her out and hoped that her constant accusations
of Thomas’s babyishness and need to wear diapers would
somehow sway them.
this barrage against her brother and continual denial of
her own guilt proved to mummy and daddy that she was the
‘little liar’ in their midst.
Now things had
changed on this particular Monday morning the atmosphere
was completely different. As a happy Thomas dressed for
school wearing briefs and no sign of a diaper, Mary was
weak with worry. Sleeping had been particularly
difficult once she realised her parents didn’t believe
her and became quite apprehensive as to what would
When her mother
came in carrying a pile of thick diapers, cream, powder
and plastic pants and the slightly altered Pinocchio
suit… Mary had her answer.
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