    Summary: A boy is made to attend a new private school after being
    expelled from his public school, and after a wetting incident, finds
    out what the new punishment that was just passed in the school is all
    about...and what will happen to him when he gets home....

    Punishment At St. Peter's Private Catholic School

    The following is a fictional story about the punishment one naughty boy
    receives at an all-male private Catholic School, and how the punishment
    is carried out after he returns home that day. The school mentioned
    does not actually exist and any likeness to a school in the real world
    is unfounded and/or a mere coincidence.

    It was an unreasonably hot and humid day, on the outskirts of a
    Kentucky highway, in the middle of September, as Ben Roth, a 13-year-
    old boy, was on his way in a car driven by his mother, to another day
    at St. Peter's Private Catholic School for boys. Ben sighed as he
    thought of another day of boring textbook assignments, and harsh
    lectures by his monotone-speaking instructors. He also wasn't looking
    forward to another day in the crappy uniforms set forth by the school
    that he had to wear on a daily basis. He hated the plain cotton white
    button down shirts, and the dreadfully warm black slacks, and he
    superbly hated the red tie he had to wear around his neck everyday. The
    school also outlawed shorts, even on hot days such as this for no
    apparent reason, other than making the students miserable.

    When Ben's mother heard Ben's sigh of disgust, she asked, "Ben Honey,
    What's the matter? Do you need to make a potty break?" Ben sighed again
    as he hated when his mother talked down to him, he was almost a
    teenager after all. Ben replied, "No Mom, I do not need a potty break,
    and please, I am thirteen, can you at least use the word bathroom, or
    restroom. Potty is a baby word." To which his Mom replied, "Well you
    know what happened last time you held it too long, and I am not buying
    you anymore new pants until at least January. Plus, you are still my
    baby boy, no matter how old you get. So, what's bugging you, kiddo?"
    Ben again sighed and said, "Please mom I am not a baby and that was an
    accident. I thought you said you would not bring that up any more?
    Besides, I am only a bit upset at the fact that I have to go to this
    boring private school. I wanna go back to Woodlands Public School,
    where all my friends are. I hate St. Peter's and my only friend is
    Corey, as all the other boys are mean or weird." This statement made
    Ben's mother pause for a moment, but then she replied, "I am sorry for
    bringing that up, but I want to make sure that something like what
    happened that day does not happen again. But, you know you are not
    allowed to go back to Woodlands, you were expelled for painting
    graffiti on the southern wall. I tried to defend you but they are dead
    set that you committed that misdeed, and this is the only school that I
    could find for you on such short notice, that would accept you." Ben
    replied hastily, "But I didn't write that graffiti on the walls, some
    older boys did, and when I was walking by they ran and I was blamed for
    it. I can't believe that nobody believes me." To which his mother
    replied, "I believe you honey, but this is the best I can do." Ben just
    sighed and sat in silence for the rest of the trip to his school, which
    was a 45-minute drive. He hated making his mom go out of her way to
    drive him everyday but no buses would come out that far to pick him up.

    Ben just decided to look out the window for the remainder of the trip.
    He stared at the parched desert and sun baked highway for what seemed
    like an eternity before he saw his school in the distance. I was a
    large 3-story building painted a dark gray, and bleached white in some
    places, and surrounded by a chain link fence. It eerily reminded Ben of
    those prisons you see on TV, and it overall felt like a prison to Ben.
    Almost everyday, he was reminded by the look of the school, that he was
    here because he was charged with painting graffiti on the walls of his
    school and this was his punishment. He thought that this punishment
    could only be exceeded if they whipped him everyday, or gave him a
    lethal injection. He thought that even people in prison had a better
    deal than him.

    His mother pulled their station wagon up to the front of the school,
    and as Ben was about to get out she said, "Be sure to use the bathroom
    before class, honey, remember what I said about that. Have a nice day
    at school!" To which Ben replied under his breath, as he exited the
    car, "Yeah, thanks a lot." And off he went; backpack on, up the stairs
    into the main building of the school. Ben decided not to heed his
    mother's advice, as he did not feel the need to relieve himself. So he
    decided to go to his locker.

    He was putting things away from his bag into his locker, when Corey
    came up to him. "Hi, Ben." Corey said with the same depressed tone that
    Ben had been displaying that morning. Ben replied, "Hey Corey.
    Something the matter?" Corey said, "You bet there is. The school is
    enforcing some new punishment plan for our grade level this week. But,
    for some reason, only the parents and teachers know anything about it.
    They won't tell us anything." To which Ben replied, "It's probably just
    a threat. No need to worry about it that much." To which Corey
    answered, "I don't know, it seems pretty serious, they even opened up a
    new wing of the school for the purpose of the punishment. I was gonna
    sneak in to see what it is all about after third period, you wanna
    come?" To which Ben looked down and quietly replied, "I don't know, I
    am here because I got in trouble to begin with, I don't want to be
    punished again." To that Corey said, "Yeah I remember that now. You
    don't have to come, but I am going. I gotta know what's up." And with
    that the warning bell rang and Ben quickly closed his locker and said,
    "Have fun Corey, don't get caught. Be sure to give me the details, I
    gotta run, so, bye." Corey also said bye as Ben ran off to make his
    first period class just in time. He hated his first class, and its
    teacher, Mr. Rumpelt, but he managed to get through it. Next was
    science, which he enjoyed but it was lackluster at best, and then math,
    again boresville. As he left 3rd period, he felt the need to relieve
    himself but just shrugged it of, as he figured he would do it after
    fifth period, when he took his lunch break. But he couldn't help but
    wonder if Corey was at the new wing of the school checking out the
    details on the new punishment the school was going to enforce. Little
    did he know, Corey was already caught, and was receiving that
    punishment as he entered his fourth period music class.

    Music was somewhat fun, even though he played the flute, and not the
    drums as he wanted to. But, he could not really concentrate on his
    flute playing, because he had started to notice the increasing need to
    relieve himself grow stronger with every passing minute. And the worst
    part was, Music was his longest class, and he didn't think he could
    make it. He started to count the moments as the conductor and teacher,
    Sister Trumpest, motioned for them to start their newest song. As Ben
    began to play his flute, his attention left his bladder, and he
    unknowingly began to wet his pants. When he had finally noticed, the
    pee had already left a noticeable wet patch on the inner sides of his
    slacks, and some of the other boys near him started to giggle at the
    sight. When Sister Trumpest heard the giggling she stopped the music
    and came down the row to see what was occurring. She stopped and me,
    and I turned deathly white. That's when she said, "Mr. Roth, just what
    do you think you are doing? Why are your pants wet?" To which in horror
    I replied as an uproaring laughter filled the room, "Because I peed in
    them." Sister Trumpest then told me to gather my things and head to the
    Nurse, which I did, in haste. When I got up, I noticed the damage. My
    pants were sopping wet, and the chair was also, and the walk out of the
    class was detrimental to my self-esteem, as everyone pointed and
    laughed. So I quickly mad my way down the hall to the nurse's office.

    When I arrived at Nurse Doe's office, a lovely woman, with a soft,
    caring voice, that all the boys wanted to get with, greeted me. Nurse
    Doe quickly analyzed my problem by the look of my pants, and said,
    "Looks like you had a little accident there, Mr. Roth." To which, I
    just blushed and nodded. So she closed the door behind me, and told me
    to follow her, to a more secluded room. When she saw that we were
    alone, she proceeded to undo my pants, to which I said, "I can do
    that." And she replied, "No, I have to. It's the rules." So I let her
    remove my pants and soaked underwear, and she told me to sit, on the
    examination table. Then she left the room. As I sat there, I pondered
    what my mom would do to me when I got home. This would most likely get
    me a spanking, or I would be grounded. Both did not sound too good.

    It seemed like hours had passed when Nurse Doe finally reentered the
    room, but in reality it was only a few minutes. I was still half naked,
    and when she entered she was carrying a brown paper sack, which I
    thought contained a pair of new clothes for me, and in the other hand
    she held a file. She reached her desk and put down the bag, and then
    approached me with the file. Then she spoke, "In accordance with the
    school's new code, I am authorized to give you the details of your
    punishment." To which I responded, "What punishment?" To which she
    replied, "The school has just adopted a new code to deal with
    troublemakers or those who make bad choices. You chose to empty the
    contents of your bladder in your uniform and on school property, and
    not in the designated area to which you are allowed to do this. Thus, a
    punishment must be followed through to be sure you do not attempt this
    again. The punishment is rather harsh, even for first time offenders,
    so we can make sure all acts from this point will not occur again." To
    which I replied, "I was never informed of this." To which she said, "We
    know. But, your parents were, and they had to sign a consent form, and
    your mother did." She showed me the file with my mother's signature
    before she continued. "In accordance with St. Peter's Private Catholic
    School for boys, I am authorized, in the case that a student, such as
    yourself, between the ages of 12-16, that willingly messes and/or wets
    their pants, or makes a mess of school property with such bodily
    fluids, to make sure all further bodily fluids be restrained from
    exiting the student's body in a way that does not please the code.
    Thus, I am to administer the corrective garments to make sure that the
    fluids are contained in a manner to our liking." She pauses, and I
    quickly ask, "Garments? You don't mean…" To which she replies,
    "Unfortunately yes, I believe what you are thinking does fit that
    category. But, since we are a school that has not had an incident such
    as this except for younger students between the ages of 4-8 years, we
    only carry those garments for those children, but you look small enough
    to fit them, so I must continue."

    With that said, she goes over to the bag and pull out a package of
    Pull-ups, Buzz Lightyear smiling at me the entire way over. She
    continues, "Since this is your fist offense, you are only required to
    wear the training pants, and we will not diaper you fully until said
    occurrence happens again in a manner unfit to our liking. But, since
    the code is strict, I must inform you that all offenders will be moved
    to a different part of the school, one with facilities that are
    structured around your needs. I also must inform you that, if you had
    messed your pants also, or just messed your pants, without also
    urinating, I would have to skip this step and diaper you fully, but
    that is not the case. So, as soon as we get your butt into one of these
    Pull-ups," With that she opens the package and pulls one out, "We can
    get you situated in your new classroom. Do you have any questions?" I
    was shocked, I almost could not breath, nonetheless answer, so I just
    shook my head, no. With that she had me stand up and proceeded to put
    the training pants on me, and wouldn't, you know it, they fit
    perfectly, since I was on the skinny side and was rather short for my
    age. After she was done putting the Pull-ups on me, she said, "Well
    your shirt looks a little wet so I got you another one, and also, I am
    not authorized to let you wear anything over the training pants as part
    of your punishment, so the new shirt is a bit smaller." With that she
    changed my shirt, which did nothing to hide the fact that I now looked
    like an infant, and led me out into the hall, making me hold her hand.
    She led me to the new west wing of the school and through a number of
    doors. Luckily classes were in session so nobody saw me.

    When we finally arrived at a door with no window labeled, P 401, she
    said, "This is your class, Punishment 401, please enter and give this
    note to the teacher." With that she hands me a slip of paper, and pats
    me on my rear end, and I open the door to my new fate. What I saw next
    shocked me.

    Part 2 – Getting used to punishment…

    I entered the room; slip in hand, training pants on, and short shirt
    covering just my belly button. When I entered, of course everyone was
    looking at me, along with the teacher. But, as I saw, I was the least
    punished of the group. Everyone was in diapers, short, tall, fat, or
    skinny, and all age groups, including Corey! He looked away from me and
    blushed fiercely. I proceeded to he teacher, gave him the note and he
    read it. Then he said, "Students, We have a new classmate, today.
    Please say hello to Ben. (I got a small hello). It seems Ben here wet
    his pants in music class, and now he has to wear the Pull-ups as a
    punishment. But, seeing as you are all fully diapered and in the most
    trouble, it seems Ben is the one who is least punished in this group.
    So no teasing, as he could easily do it back. Now I will have you sit
    in the back Ben." With that I go to the back desk, blushing heavily.
    "Now, we were all stating, as you walked in, why each of us are here, I
    believe we left off with James. Go ahead James." With that the heavy
    set, but small boy, who had red hair and freckles, and was wearing a
    Pampers size 6 diapers, complete with Barney designs, stood up. He then
    announced to the class, "Hi everyone, I am James, and I am here because
    I pooped in my pants and tried to hide them in the bathroom." The
    teacher responded, "Very well done James. Corey you are next. Please
    proceed." Corey stands up, he is wearing a Pampers Cruiser, with Elmo
    designs, and he says, "Hi, I'm Corey, and I am here because I was
    caught spying on the new punishment wing, and when I was caught I was
    so surprised that I well, I…" Corey looks to be choking back tears, but
    finishes with, "I wet and messed my pants." The teacher responds with,
    "very good Corey, and don't be upset, because all your classmates are
    here because they are either troublemakers, or because they have
    trouble with the potty." With that Corey starts to cry, puts his head
    down and sits.

    The teacher passes him the tissues from his desk, and continues, "You
    are all here because you are in the beginning of your punishments for
    not using the restroom correctly. And, at this point currently, only
    Ben may ask for the potty when he needs it, as the rest of you must use
    your diapers for a week before you are allowed to be put back in Pull-
    ups as Ben is in. Also, your parents have been notified of your
    accidents and this punishment will continue when you are at home. We
    have sent each of your parents the supplies to continue your
    punishments and an outline of the rules, and they will explain them to
    you when you return home. For now we will continue our lesson plan."
    With that the teacher continues on with a lecture about the human body,
    primarily the bladder and sphincter, so we can better understand our
    accidents and why they happened.

    We were all listening attentively to our new teacher, when the final
    bell rang. Instead of letting us leave, the teacher leads us all to the
    back of the school, where our parents are waiting. I wanted to say bye
    to Corey, but he left in such a hurry, that I did not have the chance.
    When I walked up to my Mom's station wagon, still only wearing a Pull-
    up, a t-shirt, and carrying my backpack behind me. I did not like the
    look in her eyes. I knew I was in for it. But, to my surprise, she said
    nothing, and just the back car door for me. When I motioned that I
    wanted to sit up front, she pointed to the back, and to my surprise, a
    large car seat. When I looked at her with a face of distraught, she
    simply said, "Babies who wet their pants are not allowed the front seat
    and must be securely strapped into their car seats." I blushed, and did
    as I was told, as I did not want to get into any more trouble. I
    climbed into the car seat, and my mother strapped me in, and closed the
    door. She then got into the car, started it, and we were off. Since it
    was at least a 45-minute car ride, I got bored quickly. So I just
    stared out the window, and I soon fell asleep.

    I was woken up later by my mother saying, "Ben, Honey, wake up." So I
    slowly opened my eyes, and to my horror, as I adjusted myself slightly
    in the car seat, I felt a squishy feeling around my crotch area. I
    looked down and noticed that all the stars and planets that indicated
    the non-wetness of my Pull-up were gone, and I was now sitting in a
    very uncomfortable, and sopping wet Pull-up. "I must have wet in my
    sleep," I thought, "but I haven't done that in a long time. What is
    happening to me?" With that I started to cry softly, but my mother soon
    comforted me, by holding me in her arms, and she said, "It's okay baby.
    Don't cry. This happens to all babies, so you have nothing to worry
    about." That statement did not comfort me at all, but I did stop
    crying. But that's when I realized where we were. It wasn't home, but
    the local pharmacy that is close to my house, and to my horror, my
    mother wanted me to come inside with her.

    I started to struggle with her, and said, "I don't want to go in, I
    don't have any pants on and my Pull-up is wet. Can't I stay in the
    car?" To which my mother replied, "No you can't, I need to have you
    fitted for some nighttime diapers by order of the school and I did not
    bring you any pants to wear so you will just have to deal with it."
    With that I gave up fighting her, as it might mean a worse punishment
    when I got home and she led me by the hand up to the pharmacy. I got a
    couple strange looks from some older people as I walked into the
    pharmacy, led by my mom in my condition, but the worst was from a
    little boy and his mother, when the little boy looked at me and said,
    "Mommy, look! That big boy wears the same underwear as me, but his
    stars are gone. When I lose my stars, I get a spanking. Do you think he
    will too, mommy?" and his mother replied, "Maybe, Scotty, maybe, but at
    if you lose your stars again, it's back to diapers, and I think that is
    where that boy is going." With that I blush very badly, and we walk
    past her to the diaper aisle.

    An attendant is there, and when he sees me he asks, "Let me guess,
    Pull-ups not working for you so you need a better diaper, right ma'am."
    My mother nods her head and says, "Yes something for the night time and
    a lot of them. Preferably with children's designs." To which he
    motioned for us to follow him. He pointed to a package on the shelf,
    and said, "Goodnites are the latest craze for bedwetters, and they have
    these cute BMX designs I think your son will enjoy, but I do believe
    your son can also fit into these. They would be a bit tight though." He
    holds up a package of Curity Runarounds complete with Bear in the big
    blue house designs, and a package of Curity Ultra Fits Baby diapers,
    size 6, complete with a strip of cartoons running across the top. My
    mom looked at the packages and said, "Those will do, I will need about
    5 packs of each." The attendant just nodded and proceeded to check us
    out.

    At the checkout counter, and older woman was ringing up our purchase,
    when she said to my mother, "He is so cute. I have a 5 year old who's
    having trouble with the potty as well. How old is he?" To which my
    mother just smiles and says, "Oh he's 13. Isn't that right Ben?" To
    which I nodded my head. The clerk got a puzzled look on her face, but
    continued with, "Well, some boys train slower than others, I guess."
    With that she finishes up our purchases, and we take them out to the
    car. But instead of get into the car my mother lays a towel on the back
    seat, and produces one of my Curity Ultra Fits from the bags, and tells
    me to lay down on the towel so she can change me. I look at her and
    say, "Here in public, please can't it wait till we get home!" To which
    she replies, "Look I'm not the one who pisses his pants at 13 years
    old, so lay down so I can change your wet diaper or I will have that
    lady in the store do it!" I quickly lay down, certain that everyone in
    the parking lot now knew what was going on. With that she pulls off my
    Pull-up, and puts the Curity diaper under my butt. "Lift up," she says
    and proceeds to finish by taping the diaper at the front with relative
    ease. "A perfect fit!" She exclaims with a smile on her face. With that
    I am strapped back into my car seat, and we are on our way home.

    To be continued…