I was around seven years old and I had been bored all day. My mom asked if I wanted to go to the store. I told her ‘yeah’ and we hopped in the car.
There was a long stretch of country between our house and the store we were going to, and it would be hours before we saw much of anything again, so my mom asked me if I needed to use the bathroom. I told her I would be all right.
Not 15 minutes into the trip, I had to pee. I held it for another 15 minutes or so until it got bad, then I finally yelled: “Mom, I gotta pee bad!” She obviously scolded me for not going at home but she stopped and let me pee in some bushes. When I got back in the car, she promised me a good spanking if I pulled another stunt like that.
An hour or so later, my stomach started hurting – I had to poop now. I held it as best I could, but eventually it started to hurt really bad. I told my mom I had to go but she threatened to stop the car and put me over her knee, so I tried to hold it longer.
“Please, mommy, it hurts!” I couldn’t hold it much longer. “We’ll be there in a few minutes, Mark,” she replied. But a few minutes weren’t long enough, and I soiled my drawers for the first time since I was a baby. I remember it squishing in my underpants.
Needless to say, my mom was furious. As soon as we got into town she stopped at a store, marched me into the bathroom and took my clothes off. She threw my undies away and then my shorts, as both were soiled badly.
She stood there as I finished pooping, waited for me to wipe my butt, then I was over her knee faster than I could protest. She whacked my butt good and hard till I cried. She let me up to rub my bottom and told me to stay there.
She went back to the store and came back with a big diaper. “What are you gonna do with that?” I asked, as I cried. I knew the answer, and there was nothing else for me to wear, but I backed away as she tried to put it on me.
She started fuming and grabbed me by the shirt and bent me over the toilet and proceeded to spank my butt till I was screaming. The whacks burned and I begged her to stop and told her that I would wear the diaper. She spanked me a few hard times more, then put the diaper on me.
I saw friends later and they never stopped teasing me about it, and I made quite a few scenes, ensuring further punishment. On the way home, my mother pulled over next to some woods. She went into the trees and came back with a switch.
She told me to take my diaper off and get out of the car, and that I was going to be switched. I was crying as I got out of the car, and wailing as she bent me over the hood.
The hot metal stung my privates and the switch quickly burned my backside. All I could do was scream and beg as she brought the switch down a good 20 times, leaving marks on my bottom with each whack.
I couldn’t sit down in my seat and I cried the whole ride home. As if that wasn’t enough. I got a huge spanking from my father after he got home and he made me apologise to my mom. I remember I had marks on my butt that didn’t fully heal for days and I couldn’t sit without the sting coming back. I was a good boy for months after that.