When your mommy asked me to babysit you, I was a little confused. I wondered why a grown man would need a babysitter. Well then she started to tell me things… like how you need looking after, or you end up getting yourself into trouble. She even told me that sometimes you still have “accidents”. Accidents?! I said, he’s a grown man, how is he still having accidents?! She explained that you were never really potty trained, she tried when you were little, but you just refused to learn. As you grew up it never got better, and now even as an adult man you still hadn’t stopped wetting yourself. She showed me your bedroom with the big changing table; the shelf with the diapers, wipes, and diaper cream. She said that even though she’d given up on you ever actually learning to use the big boy potty, that I should still give you a little spanking when you wet yourself. So today when I came over I knew what to expect. You did ok for the first couple of hours, so I thought maybe you were learning not to wet yourself. I took you to the park as a treat, pleased with your good behavior. I watched as you kicked your soccer ball around, having fun. A few minutes later I saw you stop and look down at the ground. You looked sad and worried. Slowly you picked the ball up and walked over to me. Samantha…. You mumbled. And then you just looked down, immediately I saw the problem. Your shorts were soaked from the crotch all the way down your legs. Even though your mommy had warned me I was still angry and disappointed. A grown man like you shouldn’t be wetting his pants anymore. Jason, I can’t believe you! I scolded. I grabbed your hand and pulled you along as we walked the short distance back home. Once inside I pulled you up to your bedroom and sat on the bed. Roughly I started to unbutton your pants. I looked up as I was pulling them down and saw how scared you were. I softened a little as you began sniffling. Oh, sweetie it’s ok, I murmured softly petting your hair. We’ll just do a quick soft spanking and then I’ll […]