I felt my butt being swatted strongly, and I now knew it was Mom who was doing it. The tears began flowing, and so did many apologies, but to no avail. The spanking went on for what seemed like ages. Finally, after my rear had was beet red, Mom finally stopped and I was told to go to my room. You boys!” We had only been in the water a couple of minutes when we heard a loud, female voice. It was Mrs Danbury, a close neighbour to my uncle and aunt. “For pity’s sake, get out of there at once! Don’t you know there could be a croc about?” Why haven’t you taken his pants down?” Doreen asked with interest. “Oh my dear, that’s far too vulgar.”“But you used to cane Rory on his bare bottom?”“Ah that’s different – he’s my son, whereas this one is merely in my charge. I’ve no desire to see what he’s got down there! But pants up nice and tight, and we have a perfect view. Now we’ll see who’s boss, young man!” Get dressed – I’m taking you boys home.” Tom and Peter never questioned her authority to do so or thought of running off, as I would have done, and as I was in the minority, I felt I had to go along with it. Having restored pants, shorts and T-shirts to their proper positions, we followed like sheep as Mrs Danbury led us home.

I awoke in the middle of the night. It was dark, and I realized I was trapped in the crib...and i had to go pee.....really bad. I wondered for a moment about calling out to my mother to let me out, then realized something. I was wearing a diaper. What would it feel like to just wet it, like a real baby? I might as well put it to good use! That's all right, Honey," my aunt said when I got to her. "Little babies need to be diapered at night. Nothing at all wrong with that." She patted my diapered bottom. "Just like your little cousin Shannon over there."

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It was then that I realized that a wet diaper was something more than cold and clammy. It was heavy. Kerala boasts of the oldest dance form Theyyam and its avant garde derivative, the Kathakali of the hugely tactile eyes and brow punctuated with swirling arm movements all performed under large colorful painted masks. As is often the case, though, life and attitudes outside the metropolitan areas were somewhat far behind in terms of their thinking, in some cases decades behind. I found this out for myself when Mum fell ill, and Dad decided to park me for a while with my Uncle Darren and Aunt Lindy at their home in Toogoolawah. Doreen seemed only too delighted to assist. “What do you want me to do?” she asked. “We’ll let’s see how co-operative he becomes,” Aunt Pam replied, “we’ll start with the cane.”

In this capture, a bit of work has been done to bring out the glowing red hot mass of coal which otherwise would not be possible. The only protection is a thin sheath of coconut palm cuttings that are placed on his body and as the show continues, it tends to catch fire ever so often. The heat from the glowing red hot coal at 10 feet away was unbearable and uncomfortable.and a nightmare with a camera and a tripod and surging crowds. Nothing that a mere mortal can complain about when right in front of your eyes goes on the spectacle of extreme fortitude for almost an hour or more. Must be for Shannon," she mused. "Toddler diapers. They're pretty big. Probably even big enough to fit you!" She began to smile now.Oh, thank you honey!” she said catching her breath and swallowing a little, as if somebody else had done it and I relieved her! She kind of looked around for a minute and then gave me a funny look. “So, uh, what exactly was this all about?” She said as she pulled her hand and ankle bonds up simultaneously. “uh well… I just thought it would be fun to tie you up, and I wanted to test out this stuff from school in science class. It’s called chloroform. I didn’t use much.”

I remember actually grinning and not really taking her seriously, and yet feeling quite excited, with a combination of disbelief and adrenalised elation! I asked her if it was true that she’d caned her Rory across his bare bottom, but she just told me that it was none of my business – what was my business right now was my own behaviour. First we were just there through dinner. Then it came time for supper. "You CAN'T leave now, and drive all that way hungry, Junior," they said to Dad. They always called Dad Junior, since he was named after his Daddy. I wondered since I was named after my Daddy, should I be called "Third"? Is that so?" my mother said. "Well mister, you've got another thing coming. I WAS going to let you have the side down while you slept in there, but since you are acting like an ungrateful spoiled BABY, a crib is where you belong...with the side UP!" I thought Aunt Lindy was going to cane him there and then but instead she turned to me. “Adam, trousers and pants down, please.” I was really embarrassed at my aunt seeing my willy and tried to cover it up as I slid down my clothes but she laid a light stroke of the cane on the side of my thigh. “Hands by your sides. Nothing I’ve not see before, child.”IndianMira is the type of Indian cam model you need to watch if you want an authentic taste of classical Indian looks. This model loves to wear nice saris and once she takes them off, you get one of the curviest Indian cam girls with a side of nasty. 8. SailonTyn– Enthusiastic and Orgasmic

She found some baby powder and sprinkled it on me, then snugly fastened the diaper using the tapes that were on it. The next thing I knew, Aunt Pam was holding my arms firmly so I couldn’t move, and Doreen was unzipping my jeans. Then I was pulled across Pam’s knee in a daze.Then it was punishment time. “Peter, take your shorts and underpants down.” Peter did as he was told. “Now lie over the edge of the bed, here.” She tapped the place indicated with the cane and Peter lay down, his small bare bottom upturned.