Shamie blamed Helen for him peeing in his sleep.

"Shamie, you naughty little boy! You get in here right now! Where are you, -" Kendra Chalicre Tuard shouted across the halls and into every room.

"Shamie I uh." Jess, a taller than average girl with a soft goth style tried speaking casually through the door to the bathroom.

"Shamie where are you!"

"Think..-" Jess began knocking on the bathroom door.

"Does anyone know where my bed wetting bratty little son is?!'

"Yeah your mom is calling for you." Jess turned to face Kendra Chalicre.

"Ha ha ha did he really pee his pants again? Wow Shamie really never stopped wetting the bed!" Katie laughed as Mrs. Chalicre marched to the bathroom door.

"No! It wasn't me! Helen slept in my bed! Again last night!" Shamie denied the obvious as his mom unlocked the door and swung it open.

"Hey! What!" Helen was outraged instantly slamming her phone to the wooden table in front of her at knee level, quickly marching to stand in front of Shamie while his mom grabbed and pushed him into the main room of the gathering. "I didn't even sleep here last night, you idiot!"

"Oh, so your sister who has never in her adult or teen years or even double digits, hell I don't think she wet the bed since she was like 5!"

"Mom this is embarrassing!" Helen and Shamie spoke in unision, the one time they had ever agreed.

"What, I. Wow, Shamie, you not only peed your bed, you run away to the bathroom for what, to put your shorts away and change into your only clean clothes? No you will not be wasting those either. You're doing worse than trying to evade responsibilty, throwing your dear sister under the bus! How can you betray her like that!"

"I meant uh Elizabeth! It was her she took a nap in my-"

"Quiet!"

"Oh, well, mom..." Helen had always loved to see her middle brother getting spanked and all around humiliated, especially for such gatherings, but didn't want anyone to miss the fireworks. "I don't really care." She really knew everyone would know better than to believe it.

"Please can we do this later mom?" Shamie implored his parents and siblings, "I'll do the laundry all of it and I'll go to bed right after the fireworks and no!" Shamie was cut off mid sentence by the shock of his mom unbuckling the belt she had chosen for him.

"This is a tricky little thing, I recall letting you pick it out. Why would you choose such a nasty little belt?"

"I, I just, didn't want it to come undone! I don't umm oh. Mom no, please don't spank me."

"I didn't say I'm going to spank you."

"Oh! Wul, thank-" The room spun around and so many faces blurred past him and Shamie was now facing away from his mom, who peeled his pants and undies to his ankles, which she grabbed and **** out from the bundle of lower garments as continued scolding him. "AAAHH! NO MOMM!"

"pwahaha what a tiny baby!" Katie laughed.

"I told you." Helen reminded her friend.

"Not that I won't, Shamie, so you just stay still."

"Oh, I. Ah! Thanks! Mom please I can change myself!"

"No, you can't, and you will not tell me what you can and cannot do." Mrs. Chalicre handed him his dirty pee stained briefs. "You hold your own mistake up, this is proof it wasn't your poor sister." She forcefully seated him. "Now you sit down!" Kendra turned to her guests, who already had calmed their own conversations, as a courtesy to the host family sharing a very intimate yet universal dynamic, the familial discipline of a parent berating a child, and while Shamie felt immense shame at how he was scolded, pantless with his pee-soaked briefs exposed, none were very interested in just another boy getting scolded in time out. They got to enjoy cake and the coming show of fireworks.

"Sorry for the bother, my son Shamie peed his bed in his sleep last night, and now he's trying to blame it on his sister who wasn't even here!" She left the room and returned in a minute, trotting with a diaper in her hands and a smile on her face, soon joined by the wide grins of Helen and her many friends, loving the sight Shamie holding his immature underwear in the air, obviously stained with pee, and his tiny front member exposed to everyone to laugh at it while his mom trotted around holding a diaper over the boy she just loudly scolded for bedwetting.

"What oh no mommy please!" Shamie had already been humiliated by the loud scolding and his nudity and now was being not only teased with a diaper, but seriously scolded by his mother holding one.

"Ha hahh diaper baby! You're going to wear a diaper Shamie! Heahaha!"

"Yes, you stand up now." Shamie was lifted by his shoulders before his mom snatched his white underwear with a yellow blotch and tossed it in the nearest trash.

More guests arrived and his mother went to greet them, after forcing Shamie to crouch flatly on the bench, pulling his knees near his shoulders with his ankles flanking his butt.

"Yup, he's kneeling like. Well like he's about to get spanked again, and not that last birthday spanking his family gave him. Well yeah of course he's getting spanked literally, it was a birthday spanking, they were really slapping his butt, it was funny but this is just another thing entirely I didn't know little boys get spanked like this." Amanda spoke into her phone.