An Accident

Spankings are embarrassing enough, but how must they
feel after dirtying our pants like little babies? Mark
shares on this very subject . . .

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. "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 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." 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 the car,
and that I was gonna 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, and as if that wasn't enough I got a huge
spanking from my father after he got home and he made me
apologize to my mom. I remember I had marks on my butt that
didn't fully heal for days and couldn't sit without the
sting coming back.

I was a good boy for months after that.