    Regression of Charlie

    Summary: Charlie, 14, gets in trouble with the law and ends up being
    treated like a baby by his fed-up father.

    Part 1

    	Charlie was a _c_o_c_k_y fourteen year old. He had no choice but
    to be. Despite his fourteen years on the planet, he could still easily
    pass for ten. His body was entirely hairless and his penis was short
    and thin. Even erect, he could only reach the four-inch mark. While
    this fact made him very humble in the showers after gym class, it
    fueled his attitude at all other times. He felt the need to
    overcompensate for his shortcomings, and as he reached his fourteenth
    year, the 4 foot 11 boy started to rebel against all authority, talking
    back to teachers and disobeying his father.
    	Charlie's dad had never used spanking as a punishment. He felt
    Charlie was a sensitive boy who needed to be nurtured, and his bad
    behavior was merely a symptom of his insecurities. When Charlie
    misbehaved, he would be grounded for a week or so, permitted from
    listening to music or watching TV. Charlie's dad had been widowed when
    his little boy was only three years old, and Dad always felt guilty
    about punishing Charlie too harshly, since he assumed Charlie's bad
    behavior was merely a symptom of growing up without a loving mother.
    Instead of disciplining him, Charlie's father would cuddle the boy,
    holding him in his lap and trying to compensate for his absent mother.
    Charlie loved the attention; he enjoyed being babied and truly needed
    to be held and cared for. However, he also took advantage of his
    father's compassion by acting like a baby who needed to be cuddled
    every time he got in trouble. Doing so allowed Charlie to have the best
    of both worlds. He could misbehave whenever he wanted and be rewarded
    by sitting on his Daddy's lap and being held close.
    	However, as Charlie's behavior got more out of control, his Daddy
    began to reconsider his choice of punishment. The final straw was when
    Charlie was caught stealing. Charlie was a big hip-hop fan, but he
    couldn't afford to buy the Eminem CD with the paltry allowance his
    Daddy was giving him. So he decided to steal it from Sam Goody's. He
    was able to get the CD out of it's security case, and he slipped it
    into his jacket pocket. He probably would've gotten away with it if a
    security guard hadn't been watching by chance. The alarms didn't go off
    as he exited the store, but as soon as he passed through the security
    gates, the guard who had spotted his thievery stopped him. Charlie's
    jaw dropped when the man approached him, and he wet his pants as the
    man revealed he had seen him stealing the CD and he was now in deep,
    deep trouble. Charlie was incredibly embarrassed by the scene; crowds
    of people were staring at him as he was escorted by the security guard
    back into the store, soaking wet from the waist down.
    	The security guard chuckled to himself as he walked Charlie to
    the stockroom of the music store. It was always fun to catch boys in
    the act of stealing, since it humiliated them so badly. That this
    little boy had peed on himself in the process just made it that more
    entertaining.
    	"So little boy, you thought you could steal from us and get away
    with it?"
    	"I'm s-sorry sir," Charlie sobbed, "Please don't send me to
    jail."
    	"We're not going to send you to prison, boy," the security guard
    laughed. "We're going to call your parents, and let them punish ya. Do
    you always pee on yourself when you get in trouble, baby boy?"
    	"I'm not a b-baby," Charlie cried. "It was an accident."
    	"I bet you pee yourself all the time, little boy"
    	"I d-don't, I s-swear sir. I'm not a little boy. I'm fourteen
    years old!"
    	"Fourteen?!? Ha! You look like you're ten years old. You're more
    of a baby than I thought. Who still wets their pants at 14? You should
    be in diapers, boy."
    	Charlie was absolutely humiliated. He knew he looked younger than
    he was, and his wet pants only reaffirmed that he was very immature for
    his age. At least he knew his Daddy would understand. He felt bad for
    stealing, just because the guard had embarrassed him so much, but Daddy
    would make everything okay. He would clean him up and hold him, and
    make this nightmare end. As the security guard called his Daddy,
    Charlie found himself anxiously waiting for his Daddy to arrive. Sure,
    he'd be mad, but his Daddy would protect him from this mean security
    guard and save his little butt again.

    Part 2

    	Charlie felt ashamed and scared as his Daddy drove him home from
    the mall. He had never seen his Daddy this angry. Daddy didn't utter a
    word to Charlie when he arrived at the scene of the crime. Looking at
    his teenage son in wet pants, who looked like a grade school child,
    Charlie's father couldn't be more disgusted. His son was still a little
    boy. He couldn't allow Charlie to get away with misbehaving this time.
    He pleased the security by assuring him that Charlie would be firmly
    punished. Charlie had assumed that this was an empty promise, meant to
    get him out of the store without punishment, but he was wrong, just as
    he had been when he thought he could get away with shoplifting.
    	Charlie's apprehension grew as the car ride continued in complete
    silence. Nervously, Charlie broke the quietness.
    	"Daddy, I'm sorry I stole that CD. I'll never do something so
    stupid again."
    	Charlie's Dad remained silent.
    	"Please don't be mad, Daddy. I'm really, really sorry."
    	Daddy looked at his son and knew his remorse was not caused by
    his bad behavior. Rather, Charlie was just upset that he had gotten
    caught. He looked in Charlie's blue eyes and felt a tinge of pain in
    his chest. He loved this boy more than anything in the world and
    dreaded having to punish him. His instinct was to pull the childish
    teen onto his lap and cuddle him, kiss his little forehead and tell him
    that his Daddy still loved him. But Charlie's shoplifting conclusively
    proved that the sensitive approach wasn't working. Though he had never
    done it in the fourteen years he was a father, he had no choice but to
    take Charlie over his knee and spank him like the errant little boy he
    was. Daddy finally broke his silence.
    	"Charlie, I can't begin to tell you how disgusted I am with you."
    	"I know you are, Daddy, I'm sorry, I really am sorry, please let
    me--"
    	"Shut up, boy."
    	Charlie was startled by his Daddy's unusually aggressive tone and
    complied.
    	"Charlie, I thought that I was doing right by being lenient with
    you. I know you still miss Mommy and I've been trying to be both a
    mother and father to you since you were three years old. I love you so
    much that I've just wanted to hold on to you. If I lost you like I lost
    Mommy I wouldn't be able to go on."
    	Charlie hung his head and fought back tears as his Daddy told him
    how much he loved him. He was sure now that everything would be okay.
    Daddy pulled into the driveway of their secluded country home and
    parked the car. He saw his son trying not to cry, but when the two made
    eye contact, Charlie's tears flowed freely. Daddy told the boy to stay
    in his seat as he exited the car. Daddy walked around to the passenger
    side door and opened it. He unbuckled Charlie's seatbelt and picked the
    boy up. Holding his boy close to him in his arms, Daddy carried Charlie
    into the house, rubbing his back and soaking up the young boy's tears
    with his shoulder. Charlie was fourteen years old, but he looked like
    he was ten, and at the moment, cradled against his big father's chest
    in damp pants, he felt like he was a five year old little boy. The
    warmth of the moment felt wonderful to Charlie, and he was sure that
    Daddy had forgiven him for his grievances.
    	In a sense, Charlie was right. He would always have his father's
    forgiveness, no matter how horrible a transgression he made. But Daddy
    hadn't forgotten his only child's crime, and he knew that Charlie had
    to be spanked if he was going to learn his lesson.
    	As they entered the house, Charlie's tears subsided and his Daddy
    laid him down on the couch. Daddy rubbed his boy's tummy for a few
    minutes, continuing to calm the boy down before his impending spanking.
    Of course, Charlie knew nothing of this upcoming punishment. As he
    composed himself and tried to sit up, Daddy pushed him back down onto
    the couch. A startled Charlie inquired what was going on.
    	"Why can't I get up, Daddy? I want to change my clothes and go to
    bed."
    	"Charlie, you're not off the hook for what you've done today.
    I'll always be here to hold you when you're upset, but the fact is you
    broke the law today, not to mention the little trust I still had in
    you."
    	Charlie felt himself blush as he realized just how disappointed
    his father was. He loved his Daddy and was sad that he had let his hero
    down.
    	"How long are you going to punish me, Daddy?" Charlie asked
    hesitantly.
    	"I imagine about 20 minutes or so."
    	Charlie gave him a bewildered look. His groundings were always at
    least two or three days, and he had expected a much longer punishment
    because of the severity of the crime. Physical punishment hadn't
    crossed his mind.
    	"You're only going to ground me for 20 minutes?" This was too
    good to be true, Charlie thought to himself.
    	"I'm not going to ground you at all."
    	"What?" Charlie uttered, his mind trying to comprehend what was
    going on.
    	"It's obvious to me that grounding you is ineffective," Daddy
    said. "So I'm going to try a new approach. This time, you are going to
    be spanked."
    	The color drained from Charlie's face. Daddy had never spanked
    him before. This couldn't be happening. Suddenly, he felt incredibly
    helpless, lying on his back on the couch, in urine-stained pants, with
    his Daddy holding him down.
    	"Y-y-you're going to s-spank me?!?"
    	"Yes I am, and I think it's long overdue. Maybe I can beat some
    sense into you, not to mention some bladder control."
    	Charlie grimaced at the remark. He had hoped his Daddy hadn't
    noted the drying stain on his pants, and now he knew he had.
    	"Please don't spank me Daddy. I promise I'll be good!"
    	Charlie's eyes brimmed with fresh tears as his Daddy pulled him
    off the couch and onto his lap.
    	"I'm sorry, baby, but it has to be done. I can't have my little
    boy stealing from stores when I'm not around to look after him. Now
    let's get those wet pants off of you."
    	Charlie grimaced as his Daddy unbuckled his jeans and slipped the
    wet pair of jeans off of his body. His Daddy then pulled the t-shirt
    over his boy's head and threw it aside. Charlie felt very ashamed,
    sitting on his Daddy's lap in white briefs stained yellow in the front,
    smelling of stale piss. He prayed that his Daddy wouldn't take his
    undies off. He already felt like a little boy; having his Daddy see his
    immature penis would only make it worse.
    	"I can't believe you pissed yourself, son. You look like you
    should still be in grade school."
    	Charlie cried harder as his Daddy examined his piss-stained
    briefs. He was embarrassed by the little bulge his tiny penis and balls
    made, and was clinging to hope that his boyhood wouldn't be exposed.
    	"Well, it's not healthy to have those wet underpants on your
    skin. I guess they should come off also."
    	Charlie felt his humiliation grow as his father pulled off his
    wet briefs. His shame was complete as his hairless equipment was
    exposed to his father for the first time in years.
    	"Well, son. I see why you like to be cuddled like a little boy.
    It's clear that you still are one. No wonder you're misbehaving so
    badly. You obviously resent me treating you like a teenager. Well that
    stops here."
    	Daddy turned Charlie around, exposing his boy butt, and placed
    him firmly over his knee.

    Part 3

    	The smacks came quickly.
    	SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
    	Charlie cried out in shame and pain as his Daddy slapped his bare
    behind for the first time. He couldn't believe that his Daddy would do
    this to him, a big fourteen-year old boy.
    	"I'm sorry Daddy! I'll be good!"
    	But Daddy kept spanking, ignoring the cries of his wayward son,
    knowing that this was the only way to get through to him.
    	SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
    	Charlie tried to wiggle free, but Daddy had a firm grip on his
    little boy. Charlie was hysterical, screaming and coughing and choking
    on his tears.
    	"P-p-please Daddy, please stop!"
    	This fourteen-year old boy, who didn't look a day over ten, was
    sobbing like a toddler. His piss-stained briefs had long been kicked
    off. He was a helpless little boy at the mercy of his Daddy.
    	SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
    	Daddy decided that Charlie had been spanked enough, though the
    boy didn't realize the spanking had stopped until two minutes after it
    ended, he was screaming so loudly.
    	Daddy picked Charlie up off his lap and stood him up in front of
    him. Charlie quickly moved to cover his little penis with his hands.
    	"Put your hands at your side, boy," Daddy said sternly.
    	"Y-y-yes, Daddy," and Charlie complied, again exposing his boyish
    genitals to his Daddy.
    	"Son, I'm sorry that I had to do this, but I think we both know
    that your behavior has gotten out of control. I want to treat you like
    an adult, but you're clearly just a little boy. You need boundaries."
    	"But Daddy, I'm fourteen," Charlie whined.
    	"You may be fourteen years old, but you're still just a little
    boy."
    	Daddy guided a naked Charlie over to the mirror in the hallway.
    	"Look at yourself. You're not even five feet tall. You don't have
    a hair on your body below your neck. You're still a little boy."
    	"But....but"
    	"No buts. I made a mistake when I tried to treat you like a
    mature young man. You simply aren't ready for that kind of treatment.
    From now on, there will be new rules in this house."
    	Charlie fidgeted nervously, no longer conscious of his nudity.
    	"What are the new rules, Daddy?"
    	"From now on, you will be treated like a five year old boy. As
    your behavior and maturity improves, I will consider upgrading your
    status. But as of now, you are just a five year old little boy and you
    will be treated as such."
    	Charlie was shocked. He didn't know what to say. He could barely
    remember being five. What would this new life mean?
    	Daddy sensed his boy's confusion, and answered this unasked
    question.
    	"From now on, you will wake up and go to bed when I tell you too.
    Every night after dinner, you will be given a bath, where I will wash
    you thoroughly. And before you go to bed, I will powder and diaper you,
    as you are a little boy who cannot stay dry at night."
    	"But.. I don't wet the bed!" Charlie cried.
    	"Do you think I haven't seen the wet sheets you've snuck into the
    hamper? Who do you think does the laundry here? I know you've been
    having accidents at night. Be happy I don't keep you in Pampers all
    day. Judging by today, I'd have good reason to."
    	Charlie sobbed quietly. He knew he was beaten. He was just a
    little boy, a fourteen year old with a ten year old's body, now being
    forced to live like he was only five. He looked down at his naked self,
    and realized with shame that his little wiener and baby balls were
    about right for a five year old anyway. He nervously looked up to his
    Daddy, and asked just one question:
    	"Do you still love me Daddy?
    	"Of course, I still love my little boy," his Daddy smiled, and
    picked up little naked Charlie and cradled him in his arms. Charlie was
    relieved, but still very nervous. Hugs and kisses were great, but what
    will being a little boy 24/7 be like?