My Bed Wetter Finds out What Happens When Pink Punishment Pants are Added to an OTK Spanking Punishment

Who would have thought that a story about an OTK spanking punishment would include an exasperated mom, a bed-wetting son, and a pair of pink plastic pants? Me, that’s who, lol! And you as well, if you know me at all. Let me explain. It all started out with the discovery of yet another bedwetting accident…

“I warned you, didn’t I?  Why is it that you can’t seem to get yourself up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom like all the other boys?? Why is it you persist in being a chronic bed wetter?”

I have once again found his bet wet in the morning.  This was the last straw. At times I think he does it just to infuriate me. To be defiant and see how far he can take this incipit bedwetting. To forever be a bed wetter just to get my ire. Well, I’ll teach him, if it’s the last thing I do. Grabbing him by the wrist, I drag him into my bedroom.  Standing him in front of me, I strip every piece of clothing off him, wet PJ bottoms, Underoos and all.

“ You are sadly mistaken, little boy, if you think I am going to allow you to get away with wetting your bed night after night,  You will learn – if I have to beat your defiance out of you ‘til you are bruised and welted, then I will.”

Oh Yes, this OTK spanking punishment is going to be pushed to a whole new level

My hand goes up and comes down on his bare bottom with a crack that rings through the air.  He flinches at the sharp stinging; a cry escapes from his lips.  His spankings continue one harsh slap after another. I’m unrelenting as they rain down on his burning butt cheeks, each more painful than the previous. He tries to wiggle and escape my hand as it rains down on his now red bottom. But won’t relent as I press my other arm across the small of his back, pressing him even farther into my lap.

Then, without warning, with the next swat of my hand, his bladder gives way.  His muscles that were knotted just a moment ago relax as the release of the warm fluid spreads, filling him an oh-so-brief soothing sensation…but then…

“OH MY GOD!!!  I can’t believe you just did that!! You pissed on my lap?? Really?  Think you’re being funny?? Well, I will teach you a lesson you will never, EVER forget funny boy!!”

With me at my boiling point, I stand him up, leaving him frozen in fear, standing there, urine still trickling down his legs, his tushie deep red and throbbing from the recent spankings, not knowing what to do.  Then I go to the other room and come back with a pair of pink plastic pants.

“Come here little girl, step in your piddling pants.”

The next phase of his punishment was unfolding before his very eyes

In complete shock, he steps into them robotically.  I inspect them, making sure the pink plastic pants are firmly in place; satisfied with my handy work, I continue his spanking.  The pants were wet and hot and magnified the pain of the OTK spanking punishment exponentially. And his wails increased exponentially as well.

This was his initiation to this kind of spankings in the future.  From there on out, whenever he was bad, he was told to get his pink plastic pants and prepare for a good spanking.

And that is how the OTK spanking punishment with the pink plastic punishment pants came to be…

So tell me my little bed wetter, are you in need of some OTK spanking punishment as well? Feel the need for a particular brand of spanking in our own mommy phone sex session? Craving the humiliation and loss of control that comes from a fierce OTK spanking? Then call me and let the spankings begin!!

 

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