I can remember as if it was yesterday in the early seventies being a young boy and being a bedwetter back then there was no discrete protection to wear if you had bladder problems and there was no understanding in general of physiological aspects to children health and not having a understanding mother who thought my late development leads to my peculiar fetishes I have to-day.
I was late out of day time nappies around the age of 4 and even wore a nappy if we were going somewhere where it might be difficult to get to a toilet I can recall if certain suit trousers were got out for me to wear I was to be nappied that day,and still can recall my trouser be done up over my terry nappy and plastic pants and feeling embarrassed by the end of the day when the wet nappy was removed
my mother took me to the doctor and found nothing physically wrong with me reckoned that there was little wrong with me and gave her the belief that my bedwetting was due to being lazy which changed her attitude towards me and shortly after that she took on a approach of punishments and humilation,firstly I remember she said to me that I must like being wet so in the mornings I was to keep my wet nappy on and she would remove it when she gave me permission which she used to to humiliate me I can assure you as a young boy being in a wet nappy if someone called round was terribly embarrassing, I used to hold on to making bowel movements as I was afraid of asking her anything in the morning as on these mornings of extended nappy wearing I tried to keep my head down and say nothing but on a few occasions I left it to late and would dirty my nappy the first time I was left in my poopy nappy for a while how long I cannot remember long enough to get a bad rash the second time she took my nappy off near straight away some compassion was shown,but the third time I to this day cringe at recalling the event I had just finished breakfast and got the urge to poo so learning from past experience was asking for my nappy to be removed when I filled it with poo she went into a rage and sent me to the bathroom up stairs to wait for her so I am standing there as a boy in a dirty nappy and I hear go to the cupboard where she kept the cane up the stairs she came screaming I going teach you a lesson you will not forget! I started to cry when she came through the door cane in hand she didn't cane me on that occasion but told me I was a big enough baby and to stop crying and pulled down my plastic pants holding them up to my face telling me that I should be made to lick them clean.
I was never actually caned for wetting the bed but was often caned and put in a nappy to go to bed early for being naughty I have a memory of a dinning chair that was put in the middle of living room for administering the cane the anticipation of getting cane was nearly as bad as the strokes you knew your bare bum was about to receive
well that is some of my painful memories as a young person shared with you
as I write this I am sitting in a wet nappy (through choice) but I do indulge in other fetishes attached to my story.