Pinky peed the bed!

*SPANK* "OW!" "YOU FILTHY BRAT!"

Pinky was yanked up by his arm, still naked except his shirt soaked in sweat and now urine. His mom decided to let him and the girls sleep in, and woke him an hour after they did. The girls had just eaten breakfast and now Madeleine ran into Pinky's bedroom and instantly started recording.

"Madeleine! Get out! Ah!" Pinky glanced at her and held his hands over his tiny cock and was immediately spanked for it. "Ow! AH! Aahh.. Ooh! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Mom, Madeleine! Wahh!"

His mom wrapped an arm around the bedwetting boy and spanked him around his room.

"You don't get to talk like that! You're going to get a spanking for wetting the bed and later today, you'll get another spanking for shouting at her!" She took his shirt from him, which left him completely naked, and handed it to him. "Hold this!" She spanked him down the hall in front of the girls, all were lined up on either side him outside his room, and all the way to the laundry room.

*Spank spank spank spank* His bottom was slapped sideways and flat forth as the girls followed and ridiculed him.

"Ahahahaha!"

"Pinky wets the bed! Pinky wets the bed!"

"Now grab your blankets and sheets, all of them, 1 at a time!" She spanked Pinky as she walked him back to his room and had him grab his soiled blanket, and back to the washing machine, spanking him as he hopped and pushed the sheets down in, back again to his room. The girls each stood a distance apart to record him as he was marched and spanked through his house, and after he stuffed all his laundry in the washer, Pinky's mom then held a dime to a wall made him place his nose on it.

"Don't move, until the washer is done. Then you're going right back after you put it in the dryer. After you make your bed, you'll be spanked for wetting the bed like a preschooler. After your spanking we're shopping for diapers."

*GASP* *clinkdinging* Pinky gasped and dropped the dime. "Oh no Mommy I'm sorry!"

His mother instantly picked the dime up and put him right back.

"You'll be sorry. One month from now, you'll get another spanking for it. I'm writing it on the calendar." His mom could be heard writing while he stared at a blank wall and stomped in place, holding his bottom. Every guest over the next month would see that in bold marker that he was going to get spanked!

Sure, it wouldn't be visible until the 1st when the next page was pinned up, and even then they would need to actively look at the calender, but the possibility that his sister wasn't going to point it out to everyone she could was almost as small as his penis. He could already picture her giggling and lifting the page to point at the date his butt was going to have with his mother's palm.

The washing machine buzzed and rumbled behind him, the girls laughed as they played, and his mom contemplated what to do with him.

"How can we make him take this seriously?" She asked, not actually expecting answers from her daughter and guests, as though the pain in Pinky's rear end and the embarrassment he felt were less than unforgettable.