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The Bedtime Routine
Background
Once upon a time there was a family called the Thompsons. They lived in a small Midwestern town called Fayetteville, a suburb of Chicago. I lived on the same street as the Thompsons, my name is Eric Franklin. My parents raised me as an only child, dad worked as an Architect. Mom was a homemaker and worked P/T as a maid in our neighborhood.
John Franklin was a hard working Architect and good father. Mary is devoted to her husband and child. She knows the neighbors well because she has worked one day a week cleaning house for several of them. You know people like to gossip and Mary has heard it all.
The Thompsons have two boys in Elementary School. Jeff age 10, is in 5th grade and Bill age 11, is in 6th grade. The boys are very well behaved for their parents Mike and Sara. Mike is a doctor and Sara is homemaker like Mary. It’s rumored that mom spanks for discipline and diapers Jeff and Bill for bed every night. Jeff and Bill are good students and small for their age.
Their bedtime routine consists of an early shower after finishing homework. Next Sara takes each boy to his room and puts him in diapers and plastic panties for the night. All the parents and kids in the neighborhood have heard about this bedtime routine. Poor Jeff and Bill get teased a lot about this and are known as diaperboys. I did not make a habit of teasing them.
Their routine did not matter to me, until I was given some bad news. Dad is going to Chicago to work on a project, he will be gone for a month working long hours. Mom is leaving to stay at grandma’s house in Chicago, to take care of her because she broke her hip. I got the news I was to stay at the Thompsons for the month and to obey them.
The following story is my recollection of the embarrassing events that took place after my arrival. Again I am Eric and at the time I was age 11 and just started the 6th grade in the same Elementary School. My story begins with mom and dad breaking the news to me about having to stay with the Thompsons. I did not like the idea, obviously due to the rumors about them.
Chapter One
“Dad and I are going to Chicago to stay for a month,” mom said, “you can’t go since school just started and it is too far to travel.” “Daddy has to work the whole time and mommy must take care of grandma who broke her hip,” mom said.
“Where am I going to stay?” I asked, “who can take care of me for a month?”
“It’s all planned Eric,” mom stated, “Sara Thomson will be glad to take care of you and you can catch the bus to school with her sons.”
“No way I can stay there!” I exclaimed, “you know how she spanks her boys and diapers them for bed like babies!”
“I am sorry honey, but we have no choice,” mom said, “I am sure she will take good care of you and I already told her you don’t wet the bed.”
I was horrified when I got the news. This woman will want to include me in her bedtime routine. Mom didn’t tell me but that is exactly what Sara has planned. She told Mary, my mother that I will have to be treated like an equal with her boys to avoid any conflict. Sara even got permission to diaper me before bed and spank me if I needed it.
“You will stay with the Thompsons,” dad insisted, “and you will obey them, attend school, and behave.”
I got the word from both mom and dad and grimly accepted my future. Not knowing mom already agreed with Sara’s bedtime routine and discipline, I assumed I would not be treated like her sons. I was made to promise to obey the Thompsons or be in big trouble when mom and dad get back home.
Being an 11 year old boy, I really had no choice in the matter. Mom is already packing for her, dad, and me. She packed my socks, underwear, and clothes. Today is Saturday, September 14th and mom and dad are going to Chicago this afternoon.
“I just about have your things packed,” mom said, “then dad can drop you off at the Thompsons in time for supper.”
“Alright mom, but Sara better not include me in her bedtime routine,” I insisted.
“I am sure she won’t do that,” said mom knowing she really is, “I told her you have not wet the bed in years.”
Mom did not want to tell me the truth, knowing I might pitch a fit about it. She figured what I don’t know can’t hurt me. I was told Sara would put me over her knee and spank me for disobeying or for bad behavior. I didn’t like the idea of being spanked, but I am already spanked if I misbehave at home. At least I am not going to be put in diapers like a baby every night.
Dad carried my bags out to the car, along with his and moms luggage. I got a big hug and kiss from mom and said goodbye with a tear running down my cheek. I have not been away from home for more than a weekend before.
“We are at the Thompsons,” said dad, “now you remember your promise to be a good boy.”
Dad warned me that him or mom better not get a call about any problem with the Thompsons. I again promised to be good and obey them. I am also friends of Jeff and Bill, we play together at recess and around the neighborhood. Dad escorted me to the door with my luggage and knocked.
“Hello there Eric you look nice today,” said Sara, “welcome to our home and you will be treated like one of my own boys.”
I didn’t like the sound of what she said and politely greeted Sara anyway. I was invited inside and she took my luggage with her.
“Thank you so much Mrs. Thompson for agreeing to watch our boy,” dad said, “here is $500 for your babysitting and to buy the extra food you will need.”
“Don’t worry about a thing,” said Sara, “I am happy to have another boy in the house for a month.”
Dad smiled and went back to the car to pick up mom. They finished loading the car and headed to Chicago. Grandma will soon be out of the nursing home.
“Hello dude glad to see you,” said Bill the boy my age, “we can have lots of fun playing with my electric race car set.”
“I have cool video games to play,” said Jeff, “we will have fun when schools out.”
I went along with them to Bills room and we started racing the small slot cars. I have been here before, but always had to leave by their 7 pm bath time. Each boy has his own room and mine is down the hall.
“Eric stop playing and let me show you to your room,” said Sara, “you will need to unpack and join us for supper in 30 minutes.”
I went to the spare room with Sara and was shocked at what I saw. This was the boys old room and had 2 large cribs for sleeping, a diaper table, and 2 highchairs. I could not believe Sara was going to have me sleep in a crib!
“These are the only spare beds in the house,” Sara said, “I am sorry but you will have to sleep in a crib for a month.” “The boys wear diapers to bed honey,” she continued, “so you will be diapered every night too.”
“No mamm, I do not wet the bed and will not need diapers,” I stated firmly, “I can sleep on the couch, not in a crib.”
“Don’t tell me what you will do!” exclaimed Sara, “your mom should have told you about this.” “You get 1 warning Eric, so don’t talk back to me again or I will put you over my knee and spank you,” Sara said sternly.
This is turning out worse than I could have imagined, not only will I be diapered for bed, but I will be sleeping in a crib. Sara is going to treat me like her boys. I hang my head, embarrassed at the thought of Sara spanking me and putting diapers on me. This is no way to treat an 11 year old in 6th grade.
“I am sorry mamm, this is quite a surprise for me,” I said, “mom did not tell me about all this.” “You don’t need to spank me I will be good,” I continued.
I unpacked and met the others at the dinner table. Jeff and Bill are now teasing me about my room with the crib and sleeping in diapers again, crap this sucks.
“Stop the teasing now!,” Sara demanded, “or I will spank both of you after supper.” “Eric is new to all this and we don’t want to embarrass him,” she said.
I see now that the rumors are true and much more, Sara is a very strict mother. I sit down at the table and we say Grace. The food looks really good, Sara made fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, and a salad. For desert we had banana cake with fudge icing on it. Dinner is at 5:30 pm nightly, after Dr. Thompson comes home from his private practice.
“The dinner is great Sara,” said Mike, “I brought a case of diapers from my office, so you will have plenty for the boys.”
Mike is a Pediatrician and can get extra absorbent disposable diapers in children’s sizes. He brought home new snap on plastic panties and pull on style. I am not liking this situation at all. Why is Sara going to treat me like a baby every night?
“It’s 6 pm and you boys have an hour to play till bath time,” said Sara, “please stay inside after supper.” “Mommy will get your diapers, plastic pants, pajamas, and baby powder together for after your baths,” Sara explained.
We went back into Bills room to race slot cars again. Jeff and Bill are both very shy, more than I thought they were. They both are momma’s boys for sure.
“Sorry dude but mom likes all children diapered for bed,” said Bill, “you will get used to it.”
“I don’t seem to have a choice,” I stated, “your mom already threatened to spank me over her knee if I talk back or don’t obey her.”
Right at 7 pm Sara fills the bathtub in the hallway and the one in the master bedroom. She stops by to tell us that Jeff and Bill will bathe together in the hall bathroom and I will bathe in the master bathroom.
“I want you kids to bathe and wash your hair,” Sara said, “then report to your rooms and lay on the bed.” “I will come by one at a time with your diapers and pajamas,” she told us. “There is nothing to be shy about Eric,” said Sara, “you are no different than my boys to me, you need to be diapered for bed.”
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