When I awoke the next morning, I had realised wetness was all around me. Embarrassed, I changed my sheets and stuck them in the laundry room. Unfortunately, my Mother was doing laundry that day. I was in my room finishing a homework assignment that Saturday afternoon when my Mother came in holding the pee-stained sheets.

“What is this?” she asked. I tried to make up an excuse but caught myself in a lie. “I don’t know.” “Don’t lie to me,” she growled.

So I explained the whole story. It would have been all right, but two years ago I was still bed wetting and my Mother threatened me with diapers until I stopped. She was angry that I had started wetting my bed – plus she was having a rough day with my two younger brothers, so she started yelling at me.

“I am very ashamed of you. Wait here.” I didn’t know what was going to happen, I sure didn’t expect a spanking.

My Mother came back in with my brothers on her arm and took us to her room. Spankings were always done in there

My mother lectured us for ten minutes then pulled out her chair and stuck it in the centre of the room. She motioned for my youngest brother Mitch to come to her. He was crying hard already. She smacked his bottom once. Then lectured and told him to clean himself up.

I was embarrassed for my brothers. Joe was told to clean up as well , and eventually both he and Mitch came back.

My mother pulled Mitch over her knee and took her time. “I am very disappointed (SMACK) in you (SMACK) Mitch. You (SMACK) shouldn’t (SMACK) be soiling (SMACK) like a (SMACK) baby!” Mitch was crying really hard and begging her to stop. He even tried to get away but she smacked him even harder. I counted how many Mitch received – 12 Smacks. When she was done, my mother sent him to the corner , with clear instructions not to touch.

Then came Joe’s turn and he cried harder then Mitch. The same method was used and he too received his 12 Smacks before being sent to the corner.

I just sat on the bed awaiting my punishment – which I still thought wasn’t going to be a spanking. “Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked me. “What do you mean?” She thought I was being smart. “Stand up, young lady, you’re next.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. I couldn’t believe I was getting a spanking.
“People that pee their beds like a baby will get punishments like babies,” was her reply.

I laid across her lap. I was dying of humiliation. Just as my Mother was about to land the first spank, my sister Jen came in and saw me. She quickly ran out.

My Mother then landed the first spank right on the middle of my bum, at the lower end. I received 20 hard smacks, and was bawling at ten. After than I stood in the corner. My Mother made us stay there ten minutes.

Unfortunately, while she was away, all three of us started talking about much it had hurt. Mother came back in and told us to come over, one at a time, and receive a second dose for talking. We started crying before we got on her lap. We each received 20 more. Then my Mother held out three diapers.

She fastened one on Mitch, who was crying with humiliation, then swatted his bum five more times. Then Joe argued and received another ten Smacks before the diaper went on him. Finally, I walked over and was put in a huge Depends diaper. I felt childish wearing a diaper over a sorebottom. I was sent to the corner with my brothers, and we stood there for half an hour. Then we were finally allowed back to our rooms.

To make matters worse, later my Father came home and spanked us again for giving my Mother such a hard time.

Before bed, Mother took off our diapers and to my dismay, replaced them with another. She gave us all a kiss and we slept. I didn’t argue, but just took my humiliation. For two days after that, I wore diapers to bed.

After that, I didn’t wet the bed again, ever – even if it was just an accident. It was my first real spanking and I will never forget it. My Mother stills jokes about it. She was such a loving mom and I never hated her for the spanking. Maybe I deserved it, maybe I didn’t.