    Spanish Class

    Senorita Gare was our Very Attractive Spanish teacher. She had long,
    wavy brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a very slender body. All the guys
    in our Spanish class thought she was HOT!! Until one day. It was a cold
    winter day and me (Larry, age 14) and my buddies were walking to third
    period, Spanish class. It walked in the doorway and was greeted by the
    teacher herself. I quickly took my seat and chatted with my best friend
    Mike. Me and my friends were only in Spanish class because of Ms. Gare.
    So we really didn't pay attention. When I got home that day I was
    really hungry so I went to the kitchen. Waiting there was my mother
    with the phone in her hand.

    "Yes....Yes, Okay Ms. Gare... Don't worry, I have a punishment for him,
    All right, Bye." She hung up the phone.

    "Larry! You told me you wanted to be treated like an adult, and you go
    around and start shooting spit balls in Spanish class, AT GIRLS’ HAIR!"
    she screamed.

    "Sorry, mom." And I just walked to my room. My mom stopped me.

    "If I get another phone call from your school again, you’re going to
    wish that you were an adult!" and she walked out of the room. I went to
    my room and only came out for dinner and dishes, but I went back in my
    room. I heard a knock at my bedroom door. It was my mom.

    "I'm going out with some friends, your father will be home it an hour."

    As soon as she left I crept into my moms den and played Xbox. Then I
    heard the door open. I quickly shut off the game and ran out of the
    room. It was my mom.

    "Wow! You’re home early! I thought you went out with friends?" She had
    six bags in her hands.

    "I did, oh, and if the mailman comes with three large packages, tell
    him to deliver it to my room". I simply responded with a nod and
    watched TV. In a matter of minutes dad came home.

    "Hey, Larry, your mother called me to day saying that you got in
    trouble today." I looked at him, "Yeah? Soooo?" He stared at me.

    "Don't do it again." I nodded and we ate dinner.

    A few days passed and I had forgotten about what my mom said. So I
    tripped Helen Dons down the aisle in class and Ms. Gare saw. She
    pointed to the door and walked me to the principal’s office. He called
    my mom and she picked me up. I guess the mailman came because there was
    a big something with a sheet over it covering it. I asked my mom. She
    Ignored me. She grabbed my hands and held them tight and opened the car
    door with her feet. She threw off the sheet and there was a big
    carseat. She grabbed me and put me in the seat. I tried to get out but
    the front seat was blocking my escape. She pulled the arm down and
    buckled the buckle under my crotch. I tried screaming, but I was so
    shocked.

    "I told you if you’re not going to act like an adult I'm not going to
    treat you like one. So now you will be my little boy." I started to
    cry, but my tears made me fall asleep. My mom pulled over to the side
    of the road and got out to my side, facing the road. She unbuckled me
    and slid a big thick cloth diaper under me. She rubbed my balls with
    oil and powder then taped up my tapes. The she pulled out a pair of
    plastic pants and put them on me. Then she gently laid me down in the
    car seat and buckled me up once more. I woke up to my mother unbuckling
    me and picking me up. I realized I had no pants on, a diaper on and a
    shirt. I began to squirm in my mom’s arms, but then I tried to talk,
    but there was a pacifier in my mouth. I tried to spit it out but it was
    tied around my head.

    "Oh, look Arthur, the baby's up," my mom told my dad. We walked in the
    house and mom led me to my room. She opened the door and I saw a big
    changing table, crib, high chair, baby bouncer, stroller, and a big
    stack of diapers. Mom laid me on the changing table and undid my
    diapers.

    "Well, baby's not wet yet, better take care of that." She took out a
    pill and inserted it in my anus. She taped up the tapes and pulled out
    a bunny rabbit sleeper. She put it on me, zipped it in the back and set
    me down on the floor. She then told me the rules:

    "Okay, no sleeping in a big boy bed, no using the potty unless you’re
    with an adult, you must always be in a high chair while eating, you
    have to do everything I or daddy tells you, and you have to go to
    school in a diaper."

    My eyes widened and I started to cry again. My mom came over and picked
    me up and put me in the high chair. She fed me peas, carrots, and
    applesauce.