SUSIES SUMMER IN DIAPERS Although Susie Springer’s occasional bed wetting problem was well known in her extended family, it was especially embarrassing that Saturday morning when the eighteen year old woke up to find her pyjamas soaked once again. That was the weekend her father had company. It could have been worse. At least the company was her favorite uncle, Uncle Jack, and his daughter, Amanda. Though Amanda was a year older than Susie, they had grown up together almost like sisters with many summers at Uncle Jack’s lakeside cottage. And now they were visiting the Springers for the Christmas holidays. Had this happened a few years earlier, Susie would have been much less embarrassed at having Uncle Jack and Amanda around. Amanda herself had wet the bed, and had only outgrown it with the help of a special summer before at the cottage. While no one had ever told Susie about the details, it had apparently involved diapers and a new round of toilet training. The thought of her favorite teenage cousin in diapers had intrigued Susie greatly. Yet she was also glad her father had never tried anything like that. Fortunately, it had never come to that since her own problem had largely subsided by the time she turned thirteen. They worked out a little routine. Susie had to stay in bed each morning until her father came in to inspect. If she was wet, he pulled her out of bed, sat down on her desk chair, and put a folded towel over his lap to keep his clothes dry. He then pulled Susie’s wet nightie up, placed his daughter over his lap, and peeled down her white cotton panties before giving her a good five minute spanking. It was the spanking as much as anything which had Susie so worried that morning just before Christmas when she woke up wet. In a house with thin walls with her uncle and cousin sleeping just down the hall, she knew they would hear everything and ask questions at breakfast. It was little consolation to know Amanda herself was still spanked by Uncle Jack when she misbehaved. For Susie had reached the age when she was now acutely conscious of her body. She didn’t want anyone else to know she was still treated like a little girl, much less that she wet like one. And she certainly didn’t want to have to face her favorite uncle and older cousin at the breakfast table after they had just listened to her cry her way through a bare bottom spanking. Even worse was the knowledge that Uncle Jack would probably know why she was being punished since the whole idea had been his suggestion. She had even overheard her father telling Uncle Jack about her morning spankings on the phone two weeks earlier. It was bad enough that he knew. It was far worse to be spanked in the same house and have to face her uncle and cousin afterwards at breakfast while everyone discussed your wetting problem. A big lump formed in Susie’s throat as she worried about what was about to happen. It wasn’t long before she heard the sounds of her father coming down the hall. Then he was already in her room, opening her curtains and greeting her as usual. ‘How’s my little Angel doing this morning? Did you sleep well, honey?’ he asked. ‘Please, Daddy... not with Uncle Jack and Amanda visiting ... please can’t you wait until after they leave?’ Susie pleaded in a loud whisper, trying to keep everything a secret until the very end. ‘Susan Springer. Daddy is only going to ask you one more time and then he’s going to take you downstairs and spank you in the living room. Would you like that, Miss Wettums? Would you? No ... I didn’t think so. Now do as Daddy says and don’t make him angry.’ Yet even as she begged for mercy and dragged her feet, she allowed her father to lead her firmly over to her desk where he pulled out the chair and sat down. Holding on to her firmly with one hand the whole time, he reached for the towel which was always left on her desk as a warning at bedtime and draped it over his knees. He then lifted Susie up by the arms as if she weighed nothing and pulled her forward well over his lap until her wet nightied bottom was high over his right knee with her feet kicking helplessly in the air. His left hand rested on the small of her back, keeping her head and shoulders well down toward the floor. As soon as he lifted Susie into the air and onto his lap, she began crying freely, as if a dam of resistance and false hope had burst and she was now free to get a head start on her crying. Her crying only intensified as her wet nightie came up over her hips and her Daddy lifted her up, again effortlessly, in order to draw her soaking wet white cotton panties down just below her knees. By the time the first spank, Susie had given up caring who heard what was happening and was crying openly like an eight year old, begging ‘Daddy’ not to spank her, and promising not to wet anymore. Though she didn’t want Uncle Jack or Amanda to hear her crying on top of everything else, the certainty that they would only added to her complete humiliation and intensified the very girlish sense of dependency which allowed her to cry in such a loud, infantile manner. By then, Susie could no longer respond coherently through her sobs. Instead she did the only thing she could manage ... she cried her heart out just like a real baby until her father decided she had had enough. Afterwards he held her in place rubbing her bottom until her crying subsided before letting her up and taking her into his lap for a nice good hug. ‘Do you promise Daddy you’ll try to be a good girl and keep your bed dry from now on, Susie?,’ he asked as she cradled her head against his shoulder. It was always the same question and she nodded as she hugged him back, glad that her spanking was over and that the cuddling she loved more than anything else had replaced it. She always wanted that cuddling to go on forever. But sooner or later, her father had to stop. On spanking mornings, he always gave her a bath dressed her himself to make her feel even more like a naughty child. That was something Uncle Jack had suggested. And he always put her to bed early that night, with a warning of what would happen the next morning if she was naughty and wet her bed again. By the time they got down to breakfast, Uncle Jack was already cooking scrambled eggs and Amanda was sitting at the table drinking orange juice. Both of them smiled warmly as they greeted Susie, her face still red from her crying. She did her best to greet them and felt better when Uncle Jack gave her a big hug. ‘Dan, I repeat my offer to take Susie for a summer of toilet training at the cottage if her problem persists. It worked for Amanda and I’m sure it would solve Susie’s little problem if it persists in May.’ As luck would have it, Susie’s problem did not get better that spring. By the middle of May, her father warned her that she would have to spend the summer at Uncle Jack’s cottage where he would toilet train her all over again. If anything, that prospect made Susie even more tense and prone to bedwetting. At times when she continued to wake up wet three or four mornings a week, Susie herself wondered if she didn’t need to try something else. And though the thought of nightime diapers at her uncle’s cottage was very scary, it was also a little comforting and even exciting. After all, her favorite cousin had gone through it and it had worked. When school ended, Susie’s father loaded her summer clothes into the family station wagon and drove her off to Uncle Jack’s cottage on Lake Erie. It was a private beach community, with homes and cottages scattered every few hundred yards down the beach for miles. Though Susie was frightened at what lay ahead, she was glad it would remain a family secret, shared by three other people at most. ‘Your room is right between mine and Amanda’s which will be very convenient. Don’t be alarmed by the hospital bed you’ll be using. I got it last summer from a local hospital which was going out of business and found it very helpful for Amanda. It’s just what one needs in a situation like this. And because it’s so high off the ground, we’ll be pulling the railings up at night so you don’t roll over in your sleep and fall out.’ She also noticed two restraints attached to the sides of the head board. When she lifted one up to see what it was, Uncle Jack said, ‘Don’t be alarmed, Susie. Those are just velcro restrainers to keep your hands out of the way for the first few weeks during diaper changes until you get used to things. Why don’t we put your clothes away, sweetheart, shall we?’ It was only when Susie turned that she saw the tall dresser against the wall behind the door. The bottom half was divided into three wide drawers. At waist level, the dresser receded two feet, forming a table top, before rising another two feet with three cupboards. The table top was laid out with numerous containers of vaseline, baby powder, baby oil, and baby wipes with plastic baby bottles and pacifiers at one end. Among the various things Susie saw an open jar of Vaseline with a thermometer sticking out of it. A big lump quickly formed in her throat. It was all too much for her to absorb at once. Of the three cupboards above the table area, stacks of cloth diapers filled the one at left. Two parallel piles of disposable diapers were stacked neatly in the central cupboard. There must have been at least fifty of them. And the cupboard at right was full of folded plastic pants. She watched as her uncle went through them thoughtfully, holding them up one at a time as if he wanted her to see all the different kinds before he chose one. There were opaque white pants with pastel animals, pink and blue pants with ruffles on the seat, and lots of semi-transparent pants in pink, yellow, and whitish grey. Holding up a pair of semi-transparent pink plastic pants, he put them aside on the table top and replaced the others. Turning to her with a little smile, he said, ‘I think these will do nicely for today, Susie, what do you think?’ Tears began trickling down Susie’s face as she began realize her uncle was not going to wait til bedtime to diaper her. ‘Don’t cry, Angel. Uncle Jack is going to take good care of you this summer. I suppose you can’t help be scared at first but diapers are the best way to take care of your problem, you’ll see. Deep down inside, someone who wets regularly at your age is just not ready to wear big girl clothes yet. The best way to learn to stay dry is to turn back the clock to the beginning and start all over with a new round of more thorough toilet training. And that means regular diapers for awhile until Uncle Jack sees that you are ready to begin using the potty.’ He came over and gave her a long hug as she cried quietly, at once terrified and yet immensely relieved that at last someone was going to take care of her and take away all of her big girl responsibilities. ‘There ... there ...that’s my Susie Girl ... you have a good cry sweetheart ... you’ll feel a lot better.’ He held her closely in her arms as her crying intensified and kept her there, stroking her hair and telling her what a good girl she was until it finally began to subside. He was pleased when she put her arms around him and hugged him back toward the end as her crying came to an end. Only then did he ask her if she was ready to put away her clothes. When Susie nodded, he released her from his arms and allowed her to begin unpacking as he opened the top drawer. TO BE CONTINUED…….. |
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