He's fully clothed and not wearing diapers or getting spanked.

Like most other days. Pinky had to thank his lucky stars that this was far better than many other terrible experiences. His lucky stars were only the least mean to him, but whichever entities wrote his life story, were seldom kind to him.

The worst part of this morning was that it hearkened back to other times, not that it was less than awful in its own right. His sister shouting at everyone for the whole neighborhood and his classmates to hear that he so recently peed in his sleep, that girls waiting with him heard his mother scold him for it. It was terrible. Even now, Helena spent the whole bus ride sticking her head from the window and shouting at every opportunity that her older brother peed while dreaming and that he was going to get a spanking.

"How does she spank him?" A 25 year old lady asked.

"Usually mom strips him naked, she spanks him a lot." His sister answered.

"Yes, she only ever spanks him, never any of his sisters or brothers, I asked her mom and she said she only ever spanked him." {Helena}'s friend added.

Despite how much of his attention was his burning frustration with the current time, he also couldn't stop contemplating how everyone would recall several mornings that were far more embarrassing.

That his mother or sometimes sisters would spank him from his bedroom to the bus stop. He had been spanked outside bottomless, his tiny, circumcized penis on display for everyone, smaller than a mushroom.

That he was sometimes diapered in front of everyone. There were days his mother **** him to school wearing diapers with no pants or undies, usually made even more awkward by an undersized t-shirt and a bulky backpack.

It wasn't like he was at peace with any of the horrible things in his life, he was always anxious; he simply had not choice, and knew that worse was ahead. Even if today was among the best days of his life, he would wish it had never happened.

He sat between 2 of his half sisters, each laughing about boys and what big dicks their favorites had. Neither really cared much for size, each with a preference for palms or tongues, but loved to remind Pinky that his dinky dick was adorably finite.

"I bet they don't pee the bed!"

"Yeah but they're not little boys with tiny little weewees." "AHAHAHAHA!" Both his sisters laughed inches in front of him, making little gestures with a pinky or a pinch.

As they laughed and gossiped, he cried quietly with his hands on his eyes, humiliated that he was so clearly humiliated. They were loudly recalling how absurd he looked when, months ago, he was comically spanked around totally bottomless, walked outside with his bare buns being slapped in full view of everyone as his mom marched him to where he would wait for her to retrieve his backpack, then diaper him before the bus arrived.

It wasn't a revelation to anyone Pinky peed his bed, but it didn't have to be news to be embarrassing when his family announced it to everyone. He had the whole schoolday to look forward to another spanking and his mom's palm had proven good at hurting his butt.

Any day Pinky got spanked was probably worse than most, but even if he was spanked in especially embarrassing positions, it wasn't always one of the worst days compared to some of his life. He had often been in such pain that was so severe he swore he would never care about embarrassment again, and still the unending pain continued scorching his soul well over any milestone he could explain. The fear of the pain that was to come had him anxious over how painful and embarrassing it would be. He wondered in which room it would be. Would he be face down from his mom's lap or face up on his bed with his ankles held in the air? Looking at his sister laughing at him, he recalled how they had enjoyed seeing him punished before.

He didn't know for sure that he was not going to be tortured for hours in full view of everyone. He had no idea that today would he an OK day, meaning the worst he had to worry about was being spanked totally naked like a toddler on his mother's knees. Or with his ankles held in the air. His sister's discussed how, where and with what she'd spank him.

"What do you think she'll use? Just her palm? It is funny seeing his bottom get slapped that way! Heh hah hah"

"Hahahaha yeah but the brush just slapping his butt is also a funny thing you know! Hehahahahah!"

The bus finally neared the school. He already knew his sisters and all the other kids would run around and tell everyone what they heard his mother shout just before he boarded. After every stop, Helena had briefed whoever walked by her. She was sitting just behind the grinning bus driver and shouting at every student that Pinky had peed himself and was going to get spanked later after school. Now she would run off to tell everyone before first bell.