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DADDY'S BABY BOYS
Dan is the younger of the two brothers. Just the cutest little boy you could ever know. His light blonde hair seemed to reflect sunlight and glow. His green eyes shown like emeralds and seem to twinkle. Four foot eleven and 87 pounds of energy that seems to be unstoppable most of the time. He was 7 years old but if you asked him he would insist that he was almost 8 and you better not call him a 7 year old! Eric on the other hand was generally a bit more reserved than his brother. Eleven years old, he was beginning to grow into a fine young man. He stood a head taller than his little brother at 5 foot 3. Soaking wet right out of the tub he weighed about 125 pounds. Almost getting to heavy to pick up and hold! He had blonde hair too but it was darker and more like his dads. Everyone says that Paul Newman's blue eyes were special, but Mark's blue eyes, even at 11, could melt the heart of any girl he looked at.
A while back, both of the boys were horsing around and fighting and generally just being boys and rough housing. They both knew better than to get too rough but one thing led to another and Danny fell down a flight of stairs. He didn't break any bones or anything, but after being in the hospital for a week for tests, we did find out that inside he had been hurt. Due to a tear inside because of the fall Dan would never have control of his bladder ever again. We had a choice really of putting a tube in him and hooking him up to a bag, or, he could spend the rest of his life in diapers. After talking about it for a while, we decided to put Danny in diapers. It was easier than having him hooked to a bag and would let him still run around and play. Both Dan and Eric were very well behaved and quiet the week after Dan came home from the hospital. They knew that they were going to both be punished for being so careless and rough. Their mom told them that they would be but that she was going to put it off for a week before she did it. After a long talk with the boys, their mother gave them the promised punishment. Danny tried to get out of it saying that he was punished enough because he was hurt, but their mom explained to him again that they were not being punished for him getting hurt, but for fighting in the first place and being so careless. Mom had sentenced them both to a long hard spanking from her to be topped of by a spanking from me, their dad.
Saturday afternoon after the ball game on TV got over she called the boys to the living room. Danny was first. His pants came down and his diaper came off. Mom pulled him over her knee and began spanking him with her hand. Not very hard but for a long time. Danny began crying even before his spanking began. When mom let him up his bottom had been well warmed and reddened. He was sent to a corner to stand while she spanked Eric. Eric usually didn't cry before he was spanked but this time he was. He had been feeling real guilty about Danny getting hurt. Mom quickly pulled his shorts and underpants down and pulled him over her knee as well. She spent the next fifteen minutes spanking him like Dan. Not very hard but long! His backside as well was well reddened by the time he was sent to stand in the corner. With Eric standing there crying now too, mom called Danny back over. He had expected to have his diaper put back on and was a little surprised when she put him back over her knee and began spanking him again. This time a lot faster and harder. Dan was sent back to the corner and Eric then got the same treatment that his brother had gotten before being sent back to the corner as well.
45 minutes later the crying had ended and the boys were standing there quietly showing off the spanked behinds. I spanked Danny and sent him to his mother to get diapered. When I called Eric over for the last of his punishment he began crying again and saying he was sorry. I think it would be safe to say that I gave Eric a spanking that he won't soon forget. When I stopped spanking him, he laid there over my knee crying for a while before I stood him up and pulled his pants back up. Both boys were sent to their rooms for the afternoon.
Things went pretty good for a while. Danny didn't like having to wear diapers. He complained that he wasn't a baby and that he had been teased at school because some kids found out he wore diapers. We tried some smaller diapers that wouldn't be so big, but he would just have to be changed more often. That seemed to work. But at home he was kept in cloth diapers most of the time just because they were less expensive. He couldn't change himself cause he couldn't pin the diapers so they wouldn't fall off. So Eric or Mom would take care of that. Least, that's the way it was until Mom and I got into an argument about me doing more to help out. She was right though. I did need to spend more time with the boys doing things. Even if that meant changing diapers a lot more often.
Trouble is, I didn't realize that I might have been being too one sided on my attention to the boys, or how little that attention really was! Things had settled down and had started to become habit. Danny got used to wearing diapers all the time. He still didn't like getting teased, but then no one likes that. It all became almost second nature. I would change Danny's diaper, barely paying any attention to him at all as he laid on the floor in the living room before bed while I watched the news or something on TV. That was about to change.
Danny had been in diapers now for a few months and we were no longer having any problems with him about it. We'd talk once in a while and reassure him that he was growing up and that he wasn't a baby. Lately though it was Eric that seemed to be getting into all the trouble. He was moody and irritable but when he was asked, he always said nothing was wrong. He had been grounded somewhat. No sleepovers at any friends houses and he couldn't have any friends over either until his attitude improved.
I sent the boys to bed early, well, early for a Friday night. They had both been pushing the limit and I warned them that they were both looking to be spanked. After another half hour of noise and playing around coming from their bedroom, I called up again and asked them if they wanted me to come up. I told them if I had to that I would use the strap on them both!
About an hour later with some noise every now and then still coming from their bedroom, I quietly made my way up the stairs and listened outside their door. "Shhhh! I think I heard dad coming up the stairs!" Danny told Eric.
"Naw! He's to busy watching TV!" Eric replied. The boys listened quietly for a moment just to be sure. "Come on Eric! Either put a diaper on or let me put one on you. It's not that bad. Sometimes it even feels kinda good."
Why was Danny trying to get Eric to put a diaper on? I wondered.
"No way Danny! If mom sees it she'll yell at me for taking your diapers and think I'm weird!"
"So you'd rather pee the bed and wake up soaked every night and not get any sleep? I'm getting mad at you're being such a brat all the time lately!"
"Sorry, I don't mean to be. But if Dad finds out, he'll think I'm doing it on purpose to try to get attention and I'm not! If I could help it I wouldn't wet the bed!" "I know. But you wet the bed twice last week and three times already this week! At this rate in a couple weeks you're going to wake up swimming!" Both boys laughed at this.
"It's not funny Danny! I don't like wetting the bed." "Yeah, well mom and dad are going to find out sooner or late "Well, I'll deal with that when I have to."
I decided that no was a good time to end this conversation. I slapped the bedroom door loudly with my hand and pushed it open. In the dim light form the night light that was on between the two beds, I saw both boys jump and try to hide under their covers. I flipped on the light. "What the hell is going on in here!?" I asked loudly. "I sent you two to bed over an hour ago and you're still up playing around?"
I left Danny covered up in bed and hiding. I took Eric by the wrist and pulled him up out of bed. Taking him by the arm I began to lead him out of his bedroom and to mine. On the way out, I grabbed the belt that hung on a hook by their door as a reminder to them to behave. Eric saw it and as all kids didn't like it a bit. He tried to pull away but I held him firmly.
"Daddy! PLEASE! Not the belt! I'll go to sleep! I'm SORRYYY!" Tears began rolling down his face. He had felt the belt only once before when he had been caught playing with matches. Both him and Danny. That had been the only time I had ever spanked them with the belt. I sat down on my bed and stood Eric in front of me. I pulled his pajama bottoms down and let them fall to the floor. I just looked at him for a moment standing there sobbing and put him over my knee.
"Give me one good reason Eric why I should not use this belt on you."
"I'll go to sleep Daddy! I'm sorry! I'll be good from now on! I promise I will be!"
I let him lay there a few minutes until he relaxed. When he was sure if he was going to get it or not I gave him two moderately hard spanks with the belt and stood him back up in front of me.
"Don't you ever try to hide when something is wrong with you. You should have told me last week that you wet the bed. If you ever try to hide anything like this again, I'll spank you so hard you won't sit down for a year! Is that clear?" I scolded him.
He stood there holding back the tears and sobs as best he could. "Yes Sir!" he rubbed his behind. "Perfectly!" I smiled at him. "Now, go get one of the disposable diapers."
Eric took off running leaving his pajama bottoms on the floor in front of me. He quickly returned not only with a diaper but the baby powder as well. I laid him down on my bed. Just like when he was a little baby, I lifted his legs and slid the diaper under him. After a spray of baby powder that left a powder cloud, I let his legs down and spread them. With a tug I pulled the diaper up between his legs and fastened the tapes to hold it in place.
Standing Eric up in front of me I helped him back into his pajama bottoms.
"From now on until I say differently Eric, you WILL wear a diaper to bed."
"Thanks Daddy!" he kissed me on the cheek. I took Eric back to his room and tucked him into bed. Before hanging the strap back on it's hook, I turned Danny on his stomach, covered him up and gave his well padded behind a good hard smack with the belt. "Now go to sleep both of you! If I have to come in here again tonight there are going to be a couple of bare bottoms burned!"
I turned out the light and left them to fall slowly asleep.
The next morning being Saturday the boys slept late. Late for them at least. They came bounding down that stairs about 8 am in a race to see who could get breakfast first. They slid to a stop on the kitchen floor when they saw that I was already up and waiting for them. They had already gotten dressed but hadn't put their shoes on in hopes of being quiet enough to eat and slip out before that got roped into doing Saturday house work. As Danny slid on his stocking feet he lost his balance and slid into Eric knocking his feet out from under him. Both boys ended up sitting down hard on the floor. I gave them my angry father look and then broke out laughing at them.
They got up laughing off the floor and fixed their breakfast. We talked a little about what they had planned on doing all day. Their plans didn't exactly match mine for them but there was some room for compromise. After we were all done eating we still sat there talking for a while. "Well Eric?" I asked him.
"Well what, Dad?"
"Did you wet your diaper last night?"
Eric's face turned bright red from embarrassment. I knew it would but I wasn't going to let him hide it anymore either.
"Don't Daddy me. Just answer my question."
"Yeah." Eric answered and kind of hung his head in shame.
"Yeah nothing!" Danny piped in. "I helped him get the diaper off and I told him that he would be swimming soon!" "Shut up Danny!" Eric gave him a dirty look. "Enough!" I told both of them. "You'll probably outgrow it Eric so don't worry. I was talking with mom last night and she reminded me that you are scheduled for a physical in two weeks anyway. We'll get your plumbing checked out then."
Eric turned red again and Danny giggled at this as well. Eric's and Danny's pediatrician was a female doctor and Eric was beginning to be embarrassed by being naked in front of her. He'd still have to be checked out though. He'd live.
I told the boys that they could go out and play for an hour before they started their work. I reminded them not to be late getting started or I would give them enough to keep them working hard all day long. I went to work out in the garage for a while.
The boys showed up to get to work right on time. Danny was sent inside to help mom do some house cleaning. Eric's first job was to get the lawn mowed. With our huge back yard where the neighborhood usually played ball that was no light task. I helped Eric push the lawn tractor out in the open. I watched as he checked to oil, gas and belts. Everything okay, he started it up and drove off to get cutting. If he didn't play around too much he could get it all done in a couple hours. Once in a while one of the neighborhood boys who were a little older would stop by and watch. Their dads thought that they were too young to be using a riding lawn mower.
I went inside for a break and immediately got roped into changing a diaper. Danny was soaked and was beginning to show wet spots on his shorts. I took Danny to his room. He went right over and got all the diaper changing stuff and laid down on his bed. He lifted his legs as I pulled his shorts off of him. Unpinning his diaper I pulled it out from under him. I let him lay there bare while I folded the cloth diapers to put back on him. Taking the baby wipes I cleaned him up all over and lifted his legs pushing his bottom into the air and washed it off as well. While I had his behind in such a vulnerable position, I gave it a good smack with my hand and told him next time to make such he put some plastic pants on so his pants wouldn't get wet. I powdered him and pinned the cloth diapers snugly into place. Dan stood up and stepped into the plastic pants I held open for him. He put on some clean shorts as I tossed his wet diaper into the pail and put away the powder.
Danny went back to helping mom. He still had to dust in the living room and clean the bathroom. Eric was pulling the mower into the garage as I went back out. I never could figure out how he did it, but he looked like he had just spent the last day and a half on the dustiest road ever. Rivers of sweat running down his face and cutting their way through the mud. It's hard work sitting down for two hours riding around!
I tossed him a Pepsi and he took a short break before cleaning up the tractor and putting it away. Since it was nice and hot out, he was looking forward to his next job. He kicked off his shoes and socks and pulled off his T-shirt. Eric pulled out the hose and set about washing the car and the truck, not being too careful about not getting wet himself. In fact, with the cool water from the hose he rinsed all the dirt off of himself and did his best to stay wet as he worked out in the sun.
A couple of his friends came by and helped him out a little. Very little. They talked mostly. I looked up from what I was doing and to yell at him to stop playing around. A couple of the girls were out there at the street on their bikes watching and talking about what they might do this afternoon and what movie they might be able to go see. Eric was standing in the back of the truck with the hose pouring water all over himself. He was being a bit of a show off. Eric tossed the hose down and jumped over the side of the truck to the ground. His feet hit the ground and he stood up spreading his arms like he just did a triple somersault on a trapeze. Surprise to him, his soaking wet shorts continued down to his ankles. He scrambled to pull them back up as the group of kids laughed at what happened.
Red faced Eric came into the garage.
"I'm sure glad I didn't have a diaper on then!"
"Maybe that should be a lesson to you about showing off. Next time you might have a diaper on. Then what will you do?"
"I'd probably die!"
Eric cleaned up and went inside to get changed. Danny had finished helping mom inside and was ready to be turned loose to go play as well. Not bad! Everything all done before 2 for a change. The boys got cleaned up and dressed. After several phone calls we piled into the truck with several neighborhood kids and headed off to the mall. The kids were dropped off at the theater while mom and I did some shopping. Without the boys being around we bought some special surprises for both of them that they would learn about tonight.
We got home late that afternoon or maybe you could call it early that evening. We had rented a couple movies to watch this week- end. It seemed too hot to cook dinner so we threw in a tape to watch and ordered out for pizza. It was a good movie for kids and they had fun as they ate and watched it.
At 7:30 mom announced that it was bath time. Both boys moaned and complained that it was too early! In the first of several surprises for the boys that night, I got up and got Danny going. He headed for the bathroom while I got some clean diapers and PJ's for him. When I entered the bathroom he had started the shower and was getting undressed. I turned off the shower and filled the tub to give him a bath. I helped him finish getting undressed and picked him up and set him down in the tub.
Danny didn't put up too much of a fuss. He did complain that he was a big boy and could take his own bath. I told him that I knew that but that I was his father and I could GIVE him a bath if I wanted to. I scrubbed him from head to toe making sure I got his neck clean and having fun as he slid and squirmed around as I held his ankle firmly and scrubbed the bottom of his very ticklish feet. Eric and mom must have thought I was drowning him the way that he was screaming with laughter!
After I finished washing and playing with Danny, I started the water draining. Standing up, I picked him up and holding him at arms length over the draining tub I shook him in my outstretched hands to shake off the excess water. Standing him on the top of a step stool I threw a towel over him and began drying. I wasn't too careful not to tickle him either. After a few minutes of hiding his head in a towel to dry his hair, I draped another dry towel over his shoulders. I picked Danny up to carry him. Holding him on my left arm and making sure his bare bottom was not covered with the towel, instead of taking him to his room to get him diapered and dressed, I took him to my bedroom where his mother was waiting for him. Dropping the towel on the bed, I flipped him over and bounced him on the bed as well. Before he could get away though I grabbed him again and holding him by his ankles, I picked him up and held him upside down over the floor near mom. I spread his legs apart.
"Look at this!" I told my wife. "He's starting to get a diaper rash. I think before it gets any worse, he needs to have some of that creme stuff put on. For that matter he can stay naked for a while to and let the air dry him up too." I swung Danny and dropped him face down back on the bed. He scrambled to crawl away from me and his mother. He screamed with laughter as his mother caught him and pulled him by the leg close to her. I left them there and went to take care of Eric.
I got his bath ready and called him. He was a bit embarrassed as I sat him down and took off his shoes and socks and undressed him. It had been such a long time since the last time I had given him a bath. As he began to step into the tub, I lifted him up and set him down into the warm water. Like Danny, I scrubbed Eric from head to toe as well. Taking time on the dirtiest part and the most ticklish as well.
I lifted Eric out of the tub and dried him off while the water drained. He seemed to get a little dizzy as I dried his hair hidden in the towel and almost fell off the step stool where I had stood him just like Danny. He complained that he wasn't a little boy a little but not as much as Dan had. When I turned my back for a second he took one of the towels and began to fasten it around his waist to go to his room.
He was a little surprised when I pulled his towel away and tossed him naked over my shoulder. He was laughing and fought to get down until I slapped my hand down on the naked bottom bent over my shoulder. I carried him to join Danny and mom. He was embarrassed from being naked so much. Even more so when I stood near his mom, grabbed his knees, and spread his legs too. I asked if it looked like he was getting a rash too. His mom examined him slowly and informed me no, but it wouldn't hurt for him to get the same treatment as Danny to prevent a rash. I dropped Eric face up over his mother's lap for her to take care of him. While I went to clean up the bathroom, she took care of the boys and let them wrestle around naked on our bed. When I returned I began wrestling and tickling both boys and told them that I was going to take them out front to get a lot of fresh air. Mom went to get a couple things ready for what we had planned for the boys next. Plus I think she wanted to make sure I cleaned up the boys bathroom. When she returned about 30 minutes later, I had Danny tangled up in my legs and Eric was sitting on top of me and had me pinned to the bed. Eric was struggling to keep me down.
"Anyone ready to get diapered?" mom asked the two boys as she stood there holding up two disposable diapers. "I AM!" Danny called out from where he was trapped. "Not till I get Dad!" Eric continued his struggle.
Eric was holding me by my wrists and I moved quickly spreading my arms and making him fall face first into my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and held him on top of me.
"Okay! Get him now!" I told his mother. She came over and began slapping his still bare bottom with her hand. He jumped around trying to get away but there was no way that was possible.
"OKAY!! OKAY!! I give!" Eric laughed.
The play spanking stopped and his diaper was dropped on top of us. I released Danny and his mother pulled him over to diaper him. Eric rolled over off of me and I got up and pulled him over and diapered him. By the time I got him done, mom and Danny were already walking out of the room. I stood Eric up on my bed. Turning around, he wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist and I carried him on my back down to the living room. I held his feet firmly as I headed for the front door. Eric panicked cause he only had on a diaper.
"We just have to go across the street so I can borrow something." I teased him.
"Let me down Daddy! NO! Please don't take me out there like this!"
I opened the front door, checked the porch light and made sure it was off, then closed and locked the door. Eric relaxed. Mom and Danny were already out on the back porch. They were sitting there in the porch swing and mom was holding Danny and swinging. I slid Eric around in front of me and sat down in the rocker on the other side of the porch. I pushed Eric's head down on my shoulder and sat there with him holding him and looking at the stars and talking very quietly.
I could feel Eric relaxing as I held him and we talked. I gently rubbed his back. It must have been 7 or 8 years since the last time we sat like this out on the porch. We both had missed doing this.
We had heard Danny tell mom that he was thirsty and wanted a drink. Eric couldn't see what they were doing, but I could. I watched as their mom leaned Danny back on her lap and stuck a bottle in his mouth. Danny was shocked and put up a bit of a struggle but quickly settled down and began drinking the bottle as his mom held it for him.
I turned Eric around and laid him back to hold him so he could look up at the stars as we rocked. I softly rubbed his legs and chest and rocked some more.
"Can I get a drink too Daddy?" He asked me. I smile down at him. "Sure Son."
His right arm was kind of trapped under my left arm as I cradled his head and back. I reached down and picked up the baby bottle of hot chocolate that mom had placed there earlier. Before Eric knew what was happening, I stuck it in his mouth and held his hands away from the bottle. Eric sucked on the bottle until it was empty and just smiled up at me.
We watched a meteor shower go by through the night sky and as we slowly rocked, Eric fell asleep there in my arms.
Eric's bed-wetting had turned into a nightly occurrence. We had been assured by his pediatrician that there was nothing physically wrong with him. Eventually he would grow out of it, but in the meantime it was a good idea to keep using the diapers at night. She told us that there were a lot more 11 year olds who wet the bed than we were aware of. From talking more with her she led me to believe that it was a pretty normal thing to happen and I gathered from what she was saying that most if not all of Eric's friends were going through the same thing. Maybe that would explain why the boys were not having any camp-outs together or spending nights at other friends houses. They were too embarrassed about it.
"Daddy!! Wake up!"
Eric was standing beside my bed and shaking me.
"Daddy!! Wake up!"
I slowly focused my eyes and looked around. A glance at the clock told me that it was 4:30 in the morning.
"What's wrong Eric?"
He was standing there with his legs crossed and shifting his weight from foot to foot and holding the front of his diaper with his hand. He was still half asleep and rubbed his eyes with a free hand that had been shaking me a moment ago.
"I gotta pee real bad and I can't get this thing off!"
he was almost crying.
I sat up in bed and reached out for him. I pulled Eric to the bed and laid him down on his back. In the dim light from the hall I worked to unpin his diapers. I pushed his hand out of the way and pulled the front of the diaper down. I was about to pull it out from under him and help him up when a stream of pee shot up into the air at me! The little stinker was doing it to me again just like when he was 2 months old! He quickly grabbed for his spraying nozzle to stop the flow. Just as quickly I pulled the front of his diaper back up over him and pushed his hand out of the way. I could see him relax as relief set in and he laid there wetting the diaper.
"Are you done?" I asked him a few moments later when it looked like he was done peeing.
"I'm sorry dad!"
"It wasn't your fault. Heck, you can only hold it so long."
Tears were flowing from Eric's eyes. He was so embarrassed by what had happened. I pulled the soaked diaper out from under him and using the baby wipes that are kept by the bedside I cleaned up the mess and slowly and thoroughly washed off Eric as well. For some reason there were no diapers on the night stand were there should have been. So I decided Eric was going to just have to go back to sleep in just his T-shirt.
I pulled Eric around and up into the bed between his mom and me. Laying down beside him I pulled the blankets up and cover him and me up. I held my son close as he calmed down and stopped crying. He soon fell fast asleep. Later that morning at breakfast, Danny and mom thought it was funny what happened with Eric. He blushed bright red as I told the story. I tousled his hair and we finished eating. Both boys ended up blushing though as I talked with their mother. In spite of all the precautions we had taken, both boys were getting a pretty bad diaper rash. Since it had been so hot out lately we had set up the pool in the back yard. Both boys looked at each other with delight as I suggested to their mom that they spend plenty of time out back today getting some fresh air. Mom smiled and agreed. She knew what I was talking about. The boys would find out.
I kissed the boys, warning them to behave, and their mom and headed off to work. For most dads that meant a long drive to the office fighting traffic. For me it meant a quick walk to the other side of the house. It was nice to be able to work out of the house. Only once in a while did I have to go to the office downtown. When I was working though, my family knew better than to constantly come running in to interrupt what I was doing. Every now and then it did happen though.
My wife told me what happened later. After the boys cleaned up their room they came running down in their swim trunks to head out to the pool. She had stopped them at the back door and asked them where they thought they were going. When they answered she asked if they had their room clean. They told her yes. She told them to get those swim trunk off right now. Both boys saddened and hung their heads. They must have thought they had more work to do before they went out to play. Hanging their heads they started going back to their room to change. Mom asked them where they were going and told them to get their trunks off right now! Both boys got really nervous. That could only mean that mom was going to spank both of them for something. They hesitantly pulled their trunks down and stepped out of them. Standing their naked looking at mom.
Mom opened the back door and told them, now they could go as she gently herded them out the door. There was a brief exchange of words about "I'm not going out like this" and "you can go out and play like this, or I can spank you first and you'll still go out like this and play." The boys quickly grabbed their pool toys and jumped into the water hoping that none of the other kids would come over. Their mom had told me she watched them for a while and then when they got comfortable with the idea of being in the back yard naked and playing, she went back about her other work. It turned out the I did have to go to the office downtown for a while. It was lunchtime by the time I got back. Actually, it was after lunch. The boys had already eaten and were laying on their backs on the lawn chairs in the sun waiting for mom to tell them they could go back in swimming. Like little babies they laid there eyes closed and with their legs spread apart. They didn't hear me when I came out. Standing there I smiled and decided to tease them a bit.
"April! Did you come over to go swimming with the boys?" I said out loud.
Both boys must have jumped about 2 feet into the air straight up! They quickly covered their front with their hands and sat up trying to hide that they were naked. Both of them looking around for April. April was one of the neighborhood girls about Eric's age that came over to play once in a while.
"Relax!" I told the boys. "No one is here."
"Don't do that Dad!" Eric told me. "A guy could get hurt moving so quickly!"
"I just wanted to see if you were sleeping. I don't want you to get sunburned down there." I smiled at them. "We're not sleeping!" Danny told me. "Can we go back in the pool?"
"That's what I came out to tell you. Mom says that you can. You guys getting enough fresh air?"
"PLENTY!" they both told me.
I picked each of them up and tossed them up into the air and into the pool. They asked me to come play with them but I had to get back to get some more work done. Playing with then in the pool would have to wait for another time. About an hour later I heard their mom tell them to get out of the pool and get dried off. Once they were dry they could come in and get dressed after she put some medicine on their rashes. Since mom had taken their towels, they had to lay out in the sun until they were dry.
While the boys played quietly in the house and I worked, I also made several phone calls to parents in the neighborhood to talk to them about what appeared to me to sound like the wide spread problem of bed-wetting among out kids. As it turned out, it was even more wide spread than I think anyone could believe. With the exception of only a couple children, every boy and girl was wetting the bed at night. Their ages ranged from 3 to 18 and the problem also varied among them from only once in a while to every night. I told parents that I would be calling them again if they did not mind. None of them did.
I decided though to try an experiment to see if it would work to get the kids over their embarrassment about it and to start having fun like kids should. I made two more phone calls and invited Danny's and Eric's best friends parents to come over for a cook out that evening. It would keep exposure to a minimum in case I was wrong cause both these parents only had the one child.
I decided that I better sit down with my wife and tell her that we were going to have a bit of a back yard party tonight and explain to her what I had found out and what I was planning. The boys were out and about playing. There were four boys that were going to be in for a bit of a surprise tonight.
After work around 5 the other parents and boys came over. There was some small talk for a while as the boys made their way out back to play. They had started for the Nintendo but I kicked them out of the house instead. The wives sat talking with the husbands out on the back porch till they decided to head for the kitchen to get some food ready and exchange some recipes. The boys had asked the dads to come play some ball with them.
Around 7 with the sun starting to go down I told Eric to get out the grill and get it fired up. He was the proud big boy to do as he was asked. Ever since I had caught him playing with matches, after punishing him, I knew that he didn't do it any more. However, under a watchful eye from a distance I did let him behave grown up and light the grill and at times the fireplace as well.
With the moms bringing out the food to cook, the dads gathered again to cook and talk. The boys were sent to get changed to go swimming. They could go in the pool until it was time to eat and would be allowed to go back in later as well. As they splashed around in the pool I decided that it was time to break the ice on my plan.
I asked the other two fathers why didn't they just let their boys spend the night. Now, you have to picture this. These boys had never spent the night at a friends house. None of them. All because they were too embarrassed about wetting the bed and wearing diapers. I had asked this loud enough for the boys to hear. All four of them got very quiet very quickly. They relaxed some when the other two fathers told me that they probably couldn't stay.
As we all sat around eating hamburgers and hot-dogs, the mothers brought up the subject of the boys staying over again. The boys who had been sitting together on the grass talking became silent and almost turned white with fear that their problem would become known to their friends. Danny's friend Michael went over to sit by his mother and told her that he didn't think it would be a good idea. He didn't want to stay. Eric's friend Mark was getting very nervous again too. I could tell from the look on Eric and Danny's face that they were not too keen on the idea either. As far as the boys were concerned they were not spending the night. They didn't know that it was already decided that they would be staying.
Mark thought he was going to die when his mother spoke up.
"Well, if Mark is going to be spending the night. I'm going to have to go home and bring over some of his diapers for bedtime."
"MOM!! HOW COULD YOU!??" Mark got up to run away but his dad caught him and pulled him onto his lap. Mark began almost crying.
Eric was the next one to start getting over his shame and embarrassment real quickly.
"There's no need for that!" my wife told Mark's mom. "I'm sure that Eric's diapers will fit Mark."
Eric had moved beside me sitting on the grass and hid his face in my leg. "MOMMY!!"
"Do you think his diapers will fit Michael, too?" his mother asked as she held him so he couldn't run off either. "Probably not," I told her. "I'm sure that one of Danny's will though."
"That's good! Some mornings Michael wakes up so wet I'd swear he was a fish!"
Michael turned so red and buried his face in his mothers shoulder.
I explained that Danny had to wear diapers all the time and I also explained why. Danny took it all okay. He was pretty much okay with having to wear diapers all the time anyway. He just hated it if someone found out and teased him though.
The parents continued talking and generally ignoring the boys as if they were not there, but not letting them run off and hide either.
"I have been thinking about putting Mark into diapers all the time." his mom explained. "I think he likes it and he is so much better behaved when we have him in diapers." Mark turned a bright red. The other boys were still red too but their color was returning to normal. It was decided that the boys would be spending the night and that there would be no problem with having them all in diapers. The boys were allowed to go back in the pool so they went off to play quietly and talk.
It seemed that the plan was working well. The parents sat around talking some more. I had explained to them what I had found out from all my phone calls and what I had heard from the doctor. We talked about what we were going to do with the hiding of this diaper wearing.
Long about 10 I sent Eric and Mark to go get some diapers and other changing stuff to bring out. When he returned, the mothers took charge. The boys were stripped out of their swim trunks and laid down on the grass to get powdered and diapered. After goodnight kisses and hugs they were all sent in to go to bed. After two hours of more talking all four of the diapered boys fell asleep no longer being embarrassed about being diapered in front of their friends. They still didn't know about the rest of the neighborhood, but they would find out in a week or two.
It took a couple weeks to figure out just what we were going to do. Most of the parents were surprised to learn that bed-wetting and diaper wear was so wide spread. As parents, we had let our children down by allowing them to hide it and be ashamed of it. We needed to make a drastic change rather quickly to make up for that mistake. At the same time we wanted to teach the kids a lesson about hiding things and not cause too much embarrassment. We at long last came up with a reasonable solution. Again, after dozen of face to face discussions with parents and dozens of phone calls, we put the plan into action. Everyone was going to get together for one big backyard party.
All week long as time permitted, fathers stopped by and brought over tents and set them up in our back yard. A few extra barbecue grills were brought over and put into place. Mothers stopped by comparing menu needs and making trips to the store. We even had a second pool brought over and set up so the littler kids could be separated from the bigger and rougher older kids.
Everyone gathered on Saturday morning around 10. Danny and Eric were so excited some of the other kids were ready to get going too. I grabbed my loud speaker and got on with it quickly so no one could back out.
"OKAY! Here we go! Before we start, let's go over the rules quickly. Today's party is a kids secret costume party. The winner is going to get a thousand dollar shopping spree at a toy store. For you older kids, you'll get to choose the store if you win. The winner will be judged on the most original costume and the most secret. If anyone knows about your costume other than one of your parents, you are disqualified."
There must have been forty kids wrapped in blankets to hide their costumes standing in front of their smiling parents.
"The other rule was that you had to make your own costume out of things that are around your home. You couldn't go out and buy anything for the costume that you didn't already have."
Kids and parents all nodded. I made a big deal out of it and went to each child one by one. Into the microphone they had to say their name and confirm that only one parent knew what their costume was and that they didn't buy anything that they didn't already have at home. The smallest entrants right up to the older teenagers told everyone that they had followed the rules. The older ones were a bit nervous. They didn't quite put their finger on it, but I was getting them to admit that the diapers were something that was not a new idea and had been in their home.
With a drum roll and a clash of cymbals, parents pulled the blankets from their children and tossed them away. There was dead silence for a moment or two as everyone looked around in total surprise. 40 kids of all ages dressed in nothing but T-shirts and diapers.
Before things got out of hand, 17 year old John's mother, grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him out in front of the group. She came over and took the microphone from me. "Yes," She said and got their attention. " Yes we did trick you. Every one of you by your own admission has said that the diaper you are wearing was something that did not need to be bought. From looking around to see how well they fit, it seems that everyone has been wearing diapers for some time. Even my little Johnny here!" She held him around his waist pulling him close and slapping the side of his diapered bottom. Little Johnny stood a foot taller than his mother and his face turned bright red.
I took the microphone back.
"Every one of you has been so ashamed of wetting the bed and wearing diapers that you never even told your best friends. Never went over to stay at a friends house overnight, and never had any friends over either. Parents too are guilty of hiding this also. We only found out about this quiet by accident. I think you all need to be punished for such behavior!"
Parents heads nodded and children looked around and got nervous again.
"Kids, this is your punishment." A few heads hung. Faces turned red. A couple protests and appeals to parents. "None of you will be allowed to leave this yard. You are all sentenced to a camp out and sleep over for the next three days."
A chorus of cheers and "All Right!"s went out.
"Parents.... You are all sentenced to make sure that the kids are all fed and have fun."
Even more and louder cheers went up. Kids jumping up and down everywhere.
I smiled and looked around and then made a few more faces turn a bright shade of red.
"That includes changing wet diapers!"
I started picking up a couple boys and tossing them into the pool. The party had begun. All the kids swimming and playing and having fun. It no longer mattered that they were in diapers or who saw. They were all kept in diapers the rest of the day and that night. Sometimes some of them would gather in a group and could be overheard talking about how long they had been wearing diapers or how long they wet the bed.
Later that day we announced the winner of the costume contest. It appeared that there was a 40 way tie for first place. Which was kind of what we had planned on anyway. That way each parent gave each of their children a 25 dollar prize. They were each also given a certificate announcing that they were a first place winner. Complete with a blue ribbon and gold seal.
The next couple days, the kids were allowed to not wear diapers during the day. A few of them did though just to show off and be different. Danny had to wear diapers. Eventually everyone found out why and no one ever teased him about it either. Mark chose to wear his diapers. I think he liked to and the way they felt. He had almost won the contest because he had a pacifier hung on a ribbon around his neck and was also carrying and almost empty baby bottle of juice. I saw him later and he looked so cute laying there on the grass with a couple other boys drinking his bottle. After that party, it wasn't unusual to see kids in diapers. At night, every now and then you'd see a boy or girl in diapers walking to a friends house carrying a blanket or toys. Quite often you could see Tommy on his bike wearing nothing but a diaper as he delivered the morning papers. Just another typical day in the diapered neighborhood.
Danny and Eric did have other adventures in their diapers. Danny didn't have much of a choice, but Eric did. But then, that's another story.
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