Bedwetting

Martin woke in wet sheets again. He had started having accidents a week ago, and they hadn't stopped since. He had no idea was was wrong.

He stood by the bed in his soaked underwear, waiting for his mother. She sighed when she came in and saw him, yanking down his underwear.

"Again? You're too old for this, Martin!" She bent him over, holding his face in his humiliating puddle as she spanked his bare butt with the hairbrush. Martin was bawling like a baby in no time, his mother making him carry his sheets to the washer naked and stand in the corner until it was time to put them in the dryer. It was utterly humiliating, especially at his age.