He was used to getting his way, sniveling and whining to his mother who had molly-coddled him throughout his childhood. Perhaps it was the lack of a father figure in his life that had prevented him from ever being fully potty trained. In any event, Stephen was still wearing diapers and plastic pants, well into his 12th year. And most weekends, he toddled around the house wearing babyish dresses and diaper shirts, all of which were designed to make changing him that much easier.
But his mother, finally reaching her wit's end, decided to send the simpering sissy to an exclusive school which promised "special attention" for boys in need of firm discipline.
On his first day at school, his mom dressed him in his brand new sailor suit, a sissy ensemble of baby blue and white lace that did little to hide his thick, bulging diapers under the thin, glittery material of his stretchy snap-on shorts.
When Stephen was first ushered into Ms. Sterne's office to meet his new princicpal, he quickly wet himself in fear and trepidation. Ms. Sterne's idea of getting to know her new students consisted of a bare-bottomed, over-the-knee spanking with her spencer paddle. In all his sheltered life, Stephen had never received anything more than a brief hand spanking from his mommy.
Now he was about to find out, just how little his method of whining was going to get him at his new school.