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This story takes place when I was around 12 years old. My parents were very strict, especially my mother. My sibling were 5 years and 11 years old at this time. We got along pretty well (we had to). My sister was a jolly girl, often making me laugh, but sometimes very annoying. My brother was still having accidents at night, and one sibling was still on the way. I was good student, the lowest grade I was getting was D, or very rare E until this Thursday. I just came back from school and  I had very bad news. I got a F at math. To make matters worse, I got an E at english on Tuesday, but parents decided to let it slip that time. So there I was, before our door, scared what my parents would say. Not telling was not an option, since we had the rule to not hold any secrets. I found courage and I entered the house. Immediately after entering my house I heard voice: "Charles, you are late, your lunch is getting cold". "Sorry, mother." I said. I went to the table where my dad was already sitting. "How was your day" he asked. I was quiet. He saw something was not right, so he quietly asked "What's wrong?". "Dad, I just got F at math" I confessed. "An F. I understood the E, but F" said father, quietly enough to not let mom hear. "I'm sorry dad. I did study math I really did, but I focused at english, to get better grade tomorrow,..." I said, almost crying. "Shh, okay. Look, mum just received some very bad news and really upset. Not to mention she has the mood shifts because of pregnancy. Let's make a deal, I will explain situation to mother tomorrow, okay?". "Okay dad" I agreed. Suddenly we heard crying of my brother James. "You know what, as your part of a deal, you go check him" said father. I check James and found out that he just peed his underwear, and my sister Valeria laughed at him. Since my dad has done me a favor, I decided to repay it back, and told Valeria that she shouldn't tease him. "But he just peed his pants, hehe, like a real baby, hehe, you should put him in a diaper". "You will be put in a diaper if you don't stop teasing him" I defended brother. She pouted and went away. I took my brother to nursery and told him to climb on changing table (we didn't throw baby stuff away, because soon we would need for new baby). He didn't want to do it but I convinced him, put him in new pants (it was easier to do on a changing table) and we were set. At night, I couldn't sleep for some time. I was thinking about what will happen tomorrow when my mom found out about an F. I was worried, and after about half an hour I finally fell into sleep. "Mom, come here, Charlie has peed in bed, Mom!" was the sound that wake me up in the morning. Valeria climbed out of bed (we slept in same bed) and went to wake up mom. I didn't know what was happening just right then. I felt a cold wet feeling between my legs. A looked what that was and at that moment I knew what happened. I wet the bed. My pajama's were soaked to the knees. And about the bed- no wonder Valeria woke up screaming. The wetness reached her side of bed and likely woke her up. I didn't even have the time to get out of bed, mom was already here and boy she was mad. She said something in style of "a few days ago you got an E at school, and now you wet your bed like a baby. I would think that one bedwetter was enough per family, but no. I understand James, looses control sometimes, but you...". "But mom, I was very nervous last evening" I tried to defend myself. "And what were you so nervous about" asked mum. "I..., I..., about english today, I can totally get better grade than E, if I'm focused" I barely got out of mess. "Okay, why don't you study a bit more, while I change the sheets" proposed mother and I agreed. Afterwards Valeria helped mom prepare a breakfast. When it was ready mom, Valeria and I sat down the table and started eating. Father had left home early, and never ate breakfast with us. Mom called James down to eat. As soon as he came in mother ordered him to take off the pajama's to check his diaper. It was soaked. She was already upset because I wet the bed, and now she was angry at him. "Do you really have to pee in the diaper every single night". "And not just at night, yesterday he peed his pants as well" intervened my sister. "Really James? Really? Well, if you want to be such a baby, then so be it. For punishment you will spend the whole weekend in diapers. Charles, go change his diaper into fresh one.". "Ok mum" I said. Valeria asked, "Mum, can I change him instead. And I can put a diaper on Charlie too". I couldn't believe what I just heard. "You are surprisingly eager to change stinky diapers. Why?" asked mother. "Because yesterday Charlie threatened me that he will put me in diapers, but it turns out he could use one" said Valeria. But I had enough of it, "I'm not wearing the diaper, no chance. And I didn't threaten you, I just...". "Stop it, both of you" said mom. "Charles, go change James's diaper and pay extra attention to them. Next time you misbehave, well, Valeria just gave me idea". I did as she said. James surely didn't enjoy being on a changing table, but I told him, that if he tried to fight, it would only make things worse. I unfastened the tapes, took his diaper off, threw it in a bin, took one Pampers out of the pack, looked at the motif (clouds) and I thought about me having to wear that thing. I quickly concluded that I don't want to wear it. I lifted brothers bottom, slid diaper underneath and fastened the tapes. I could see how ashamed he was at the moment. Later in school, at english class, I improved my E to B. I actually did know enough to get A but I kept thinking what will happen when I got dome from school when my mother would know about the F. So I was a bit nervous all the time and the teacher noticed it. When walking home I was really worried how my mother would punish me for the F. Things didn't look well, as I have made her mad in the morning with my accident. When I came home, both parents were waiting for me at the table. They were not happy. Mom said "I just found out about your grade". Now dad spoke "And I found out, that you wet your bed like a baby". "But I didn't want to do it, none of it.". "We are still deciding about your punishment. A week with no TV and Candy seems very likely" said dad. "But dad, I got improved my english to a B just today. Please, don't punish me, I'm already improving without punishment" I said, giving a good argument. Dad seemed some how satisfied but my mom didn't. "Ok, you can watch TV, as you are improving at school. But about threatening your sister and bedwetting ...". "I won't do it again, I promise" I said. Mother continued "OK, let's make a deal. Today Valeria will put a diaper on you and you will sleep in it. If it's dry when you wake up, we will let you sleep without it. If it is wet, well, you will wear them this weekend at day too and Valeria will be in charge of you". "But mum, I wasn't really threatening her, she was teasing James and I told her to stop. If I have to wear a diaper, at least let me to put it on myself" I said. We agreed. In the evening, we watched cartoons on TV. When we went to sleep Valeria wanted to diaper me, but I said that I will do it myself. She can only change me if I woke up wet. I was sure I will wake up dry. I went to the nursery, took one diaper out of the pack, went to bed and I put it on. It was very clumsy to put on a Pampers by myself, but at least my sister didn't look at my private area. After few attempts, I succeeded in putting my pajama's on. It was a "funny" feeling having a diaper on myself. I mean it still was very embarrassing, but they weren't as uncomfortable as I believed it would be. I actually kind of liked feeling of it. I put my arm under my pajamas to touch my diaper, but immediately moved it as I heard Valeria was coming to my room. Without any concern I closed my eyes and started thinking how lucky I was to escape punishment. That night I had a nightmare but sadly I don't remember what it was about. I woke up with a "funny" feeling. At first I didn't know what that was. But next moment I remembered I was wearing a diaper and that was probably it. I looked at it. The bulk was kind of big but I remembered that even dry diapers can create a big bulk. The sheets were completely dry and I didn't feel any cold wetness so I concluded that I was dry. I closed my eyes again and took a little nap. Then I went out to the living room to watch TV. Valeria and James were already there as they were more early risers on Saturday but I enjoyed weekend morning naps. They both made fun of me for sleeping so long but I didn't care. Then Valeria ordered me with mom's voice to take off my pajamas like mother ordered James every morning. I took off my pajamas and said "Look, dry as a drought" not even looking down. Then something shocking happened. They both busted up in laughter. I looked down and put my hand on my diaper and realized OH, NO! My diaper was actually wet, and I didn't know it. I expected that a wet diaper would feel cold and wet like a sheet but it didn't. The diaper felt... actually kind of warm. I think I was never more ashamed in my life than this time. Valeria could now do with me as she pleased. She said in a voice they used to talk to babies "Don't cry little Charlie. Lets change your diaper". That was not an option. I ran to the kitchen to try to tell my mom what happened, but as soon as I entered she saw exactly what happened. I was cornered. Three minutes later I was blushing beet red as my sister changed my diaper and I could do nothing about it. To make matters worse she forbid me to put on my pants. So I spent all morning just in T-shirt and Pampers diaper size 6. Just before noon I needed to go to the bathroom really bad, but Valeria wouldn't let me. I was supposed to do it in my diaper, but I didn't want to wet it in front of her. Luckily I found an excuse and told her that I got to poop. She said "Ewww, you may go". I took my diaper off and only peed. For most of a day she lost interest in this "Diapering Charlie" game. But in the late afternoon she wanted to put me back in a diaper and I had to let her do it. Well she couldn't force me to pee, so I held it all evening. I woke up in the middle of the night. I really needed to pee. But if I go to the bathroom I could wake someone up and this could lead to more trouble. And on the other hand I frankly didn't want to get out of my cozy warm bed. I decided I would test something. I decided to pee in baby diaper on purpose. At first, I couldn't do it. But I focused on it and soon I could feel the first drops coming out. And then the whole stream. It was wet and warm, and the diaper absorbed it quickly. I must admit, I liked this feeling. I didn't even bother to take my diaper off and just fell asleep with a soaked Pampers on my bum. In the morning mum checked me and wasn't very pleased to see my full diaper. She told me that for every morning I will wake up wet I would have to wear diapers for one week. And if I stay dry all week I wouldn't have to wear it. I didn't tell my mum that I wet on purpose. And I didn't tell my mum that I started to like diapers. For rest of the day Valeria changed my diaper every time I wet them (I acted that I have to pee badly so they won't see that I liked it) and she seemed to enjoy that game. After that, father and mother used the diaper punishment for quite some time. But after 1 year James stopped wetting the bed almost completely and my parents didn't buy diapers size 6 anymore. And David's (our newborn brother) diapers were too small for us to wear. But when David grew a bit and got into size 5 and 6, the diaper punishments were back. I didn't wet the bed very often (once every 2 months), but sometimes before the weekend I did it on purpose just to have a diapered weekend. And about shame that I felt when my sister changed me, it was gone. I enjoyed her remarks and acting like mother. And also when she misbehaved I got to diaper and change her. I could see that she didn't enjoy diapering like me but said nothing about it.