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Never Forget Your Teddy Bear

By

YLeeCoyote@juno.com

Mommy kissed me and tucked me into bed.  "Go to sleep, dear."  Then she turned out the light and closed my door.  I knew that Mommy and Daddy had company and would be very busy playing bridge for hours.  I put my wonderful teddy bear, Nicholas Roderick, who I call NR because it takes too long to say his full name, aside.  Then I slipped out of bed and got my book and my flashlight and got back under the covers to read about Mowgli.  I get spanked if I put on the light after I'm tucked in for the night.  Under the covers, is different since they can't see the light.  It's ever so much fun reading about wolves and a nasty tiger and the Red Flower.  I read and read and read and fell asleep.  Really, I just fell asleep because I did not put off the flashlight or close the book nor even hug NR.

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I snuck out the back door and ran into the woods.  Suddenly, I was through it. Before I could take even ten steps, I was seized by two big burly coppers.  I did not even have a chance to run to try to get away.  They each had one big hand tightly clamped about my upper arms.  They lifted me up as one said to the other: "This is the one for sure."

"Yes, that's Walter George Jones." said the other holding up a picture.  "The Sheriff will be pleased that we caught this rascal."  The next thing I knew was that they tied my hands behind my back and tied my ankles together and tossed me, like I was a sack of potatoes, into a wagon.  They talked about how I would soon regret my crimes.  That was definitely scary.

"Crimes?  What crimes?" I yelled but my face was stuck in some of the straw that lined the wagon so that they did not hear me.  Actually, I was glad about the straw because the wagon bounced a lot on the rutted road.  They kept at their rounds even stopping for lunch.  The horse ate.  They ate.  I starved.  The horse drank.  They drank.  I remained thirsty.  Later, they stopped for a snack and beer.  The horse was at the water trough.  I continued to be hungry and thirsty.  I ached from being tied up.  It was evening by the time they headed back and I had been tied up and ignored all day.  Even though I was thirsty, I needed to pee.  "Please, Sir, I have to go." I yelled but they ignored me as they urged the horse to go faster.  All I could think about was not wetting my pants like a baby which made me want to pee even more.  The bouncing of the wagon hurt.  Then I lost control and wet my pants.  I really couldn't help it.© YLeeCoyote

They pulled me out of the wagon at the jail.  The Sheriff was standing there and was pleased that they caught me, an arch criminal.  Then he saw my wet pants.  "The little baby wet his pants." said the Sheriff.  "Clean him up before you bring him into my clean jail."  They untied my ankles and I hobbled behind the jail house.  Then they untied my wrists and told me to strip.

When I hesitated taking, my briefs off, one yelled at me.  "Your tightie-whities too, boy.  They also stink of piss."  I was made to rinse out my stinking clothes and put them on a line to dry.  Then they rinsed me off with ice cold water – three big buckets full.  I was shivering when they took me inside.  I was put into a cell with just a shelf for a bed.  There was only a bag of straw for a mattress.  They put a diaper on me and told me to sleep and tossed a thin blanket at me.  No dinner; no exciting book to read; no good night kiss from Mommy; no warm pajamas; no loving NR to protect me all night.  I cried myself to sleep.

They woke me before dawn.  My diaper was dry and I begged for a toilet and food.  They did not say anything but dragged me outside.  I was pushed into the outhouse and they watched me go.  One of the jailers used my underpants to wipe the muck from his boots.  I put on my shirt, pants and sneakers leaving my underpants on the manure pile.  For breakfast all I got was a hunk of stale bread and some water.  I gobbled it down as I was so starved.  It was a long wait for the judge.  The charges were stealing and trespassing.  Some man pointed at me and said that I had stolen his apples from his orchard the previous week and I was convicted.  I was sentenced to be spanked – immediately.  I was pulled from the dock and a big court officer sat in a chair.  My pants were pulled down and I was pulled across his lap.

SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!

They were very hard spanks.  They hurt and I was crying.  But there were lots more.

SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!

I was bawling.  They pulled my pants up and I was put in the wagon and taken back to where I was arrested and ordered to go home.  I ran back all the way.

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Mommy was waking me.  I was in my bed and it was wet.  The book was wet.  The flashlight was wet.  Mommy was very angry with me.  She scolded me a long time.  And then she spanked me for reading under the covers when I should have been sleeping.  Mommy's spanking made me cry but it was not as hard as the spanking from the court officer.  Then she made me shower even though I had a bath last night.

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It was bedtime and Mommy came into the room.  She was holding a diaper.  "I don't need a diaper, Mother." I said.  And she reminded me of the rule about wetting the bed.  I explained that the policemen wouldn't let me go and I had wet my pants because of it and that it was not my fault.  She listened to the entire story while she diapered me and said it was just a dream for my bed was all wet this morning.

I told NR everything and he just nodded.  "You're supposed to protect me when I sleep." I scolded him.  "You're supposed to prevent nasty policemen from spanking me."

"I can't protect you, WG, if you don't hug me tight all night.  You even pushed me out of bed yesterday and I was on the hard floor all night which is why I didn't get wet." said NR looking very hurt.

He was right and I said I was sorry I blamed him.  I gave him a big kiss right on the tip of his nose and hugged him very tightly all night.  My diaper was dry in the morning and Mommy was pleased.  "Just two more dry nights and you won't have to wear the diaper anymore." she said.

The End

© Copyright A.I.L., November 17, 2008

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