"Wet" the bed

What I forgot to do was check the calendar to make sure I wasn't about to start my heat cycle. This was made worse by my still motherly mother waking me up by yanking back the covers to see my lower half sitting in a pool of my own juices, and I'm not entirely sure if she knew what it was, or if she was just playing innocent. "Katey, time to...KATEY! You wet the bed?!" she shouted and in my state, I still sat up rather slowly, even though her shouting brought me out of my tired state. With out missing a beat, she grabbed my arm as she sat on the edge of the bed, and yanked me over her lap, the hard, firm, 50 spankings she gave me, to my bare butt, (I have no idea when she yanked my shorts down) served to finish waking me up.

"Now, you stay here a moment," she insisted and left the room a moment, leaving me laying sitting on the edge of the bed with my hands in my lap to hide any view of my privates from whatever prying eyes would want to see them.

Mom returned with a diaper in one hand and some wipes in the other. I instantly groaned in horror! "Mom, I'm not a baby any more!" I protested as she tossed the plastic pants on my bed.

"Really? That big wet spot on your bed says otherwise, now lay down on the non-wet side of the bed," she insisted.

And reluctantly, I obeyed, groaning and moaning the entire time as she guided my legs apart to clean up my privates. After about half a minute of me groaning, though, she popped a pacifier in my mouth with shut me up. I couldn't watch at she sprinkled a little baby powder, which, I would be grateful for later, and then slipped the diaper on me and it fit perfectly, which told me she came prepared which made my cheeks flush a bit.

"There," she quipped as she sat me up and gave me a kiss on the forehead, pacifier still clamped tightly in my mouth. After a moment of just smiling at me, she stood up, "Come on. Dad's got breakfast cooking."