Later in school, at english class, I improved my E to B. I actually did know enoguh to get A, but I kept thinking what will happen when I got dome from school, and my mother would know about F, so I wa a bit nervous all the time, and teacher noticed it. When walking home I was really worried how my mother would punish me for F. Things didn't looked well, as I have made ker mad in the morning with my accident.

When I came home, both parents were waiting for me at the table. They were not happy. Mom said : "I just found out about your grade". Now dad spoke : "And I found out, that you wet your bed like a baby". "But I didn't want to do it, none of it.". "We are still deciding about your pushiment. A week with no TV and Candy seems very likely " said dad. "But dad, I got improved my english to B just today. Please, don't punish me, i'm already improving without punisment" I said, giving a good argument. Dad seemed somehow satisfied but my mom didn't. "Ok, you can watc TV, as you Valeria could now do with me as she pleased. She said in voice they used to talk to babies: "Don't cry little Charlie. Lets change our diaper." . That was not an option. I run to kitchen to try tell my mom what happened, but as soon as i entered, she saw exactly what happened. I was cornered. Mom, come here, Charlie has peed in bed, Mom!", was the sound that wakod me up in the morning. Valeria climbed out of bed (we slept in same bed) and went to wake up the mom. I didn't know what was happening just right then. I felt a cold wet feeling between my legs. A looked what that was , and at that moment i knew what happened. I wet the bed. My pyamas were soaked to the knees, and about the bed- no wonder Valeria waked up screaming, the wetnes reached her side of bed and likey woke her up. I didn't even had the time to get out of bed, mom was already here. And boy, she was mad. She said something in style "Few days ago you got an E at school, and now you wet your bed like a baby. I would think that one bedwetter was enough per family, but no. I understand James, looses control sometimes, but you...". "But mom, I was very nervous last evening" i tried to defend myself. "And what were you so nervous aboust" asked mum. "I..., I..., about english today, I can totaly get better grade than E, if I'm focused" I barely got out of mess. "Okay, why don't you study a bit more, while I change the sheets" propoed mother and I agreed. are improving at school. But about threating sister and bedwetting ...". "I won't do it again, I promise" I said. Mother continued "OK, let's make a deal. Today Valeria will put diaper on you and you will sleep in it. If it's dry when you wake up, we let you sleep without it. If it is wet, well , you will wear them this weekend at day too, and Valeria will be in charge of you.". "But mum, I wasn't really threatening her, he was teasing James and I otld her to stop. If i hat to wear a diaper, at least let me to put it on myself" I said. We agreed. This story has happened about 3 years after my first diapered punishement. It was summer and my parents started potty-training our youngest brother- David. He wasn't doing great job of it, but if i remember correctly - none of us were, when we were his age. My parents started buying pullups for him. But more often than not, if Daivd decided, he would actually try to go on toilet and not in his pants, by the time he got to potty, his pullups were already swagging full (or stinky).

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At night, I couldn't sleep for some time. I was thinking about what willhappan tommorow, when my mom found out about an F. I was worried, and ater about half an our I finaly fell into sleep. To our suprise, when dad came home, he brought large box of Pampers with him. Mom explained that they were for both David AND James. They (parents) had enough problems with changing diapers and potty training, so we (kids) will have to put matters in our hands. They will buy diapers as long as they have to, but will not change single diaper from now on. Meaning; James would have to wear diapers as long as David does, and all changing would be donw By me,Valeria or James. For rest of the day, Valeria changed my diapers everytime I wet them (I acted that I have to pee badly, so they won't see that i liked it), and she seemed to enjoy that game.

Three minutes later, I was clushing betroot red, as my sister changed my diaper and i coulddo nothing about it. To make matters worse, she forbid me to put on my pants, so I spend all morning just in T-shirt and Pampers diaper size 6.

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