Frau Schimmel decided to give Gordon his space when they returned from Babykins. He spent the afternoon in his room doing homework while she went about washing all the new diapers and plastic pants and then hanging them out on the clothesline to dry in the warm September sun. She enjoyed looking out and seeing a full clothesline of diapers that were clearly not for a baby. Naturally she wondered what if the neighbors had noticed and what they might be thinking. More importantly she wondered if her young boarder had noticed. Surely, he had since his bedroom window overlooked the porch and the clothesline.
All here previous boarders eventually reached the point where they announced that they were not willing to live in her home and would be looking for alternate accommodations. She anticipated that Gordon would be reaching that point shortly but like with the others she was prepared and in Gordon's case she doubted there was any cause for concern.
She decided to call Mrs. Brown and after a few minutes of pleasantries Mrs. Brown suggested they get together for coffee because as she delicately put it,
"We have similar parenting philosophies and she wanted to share some of her thoughts and methods."
Frau Schimmel readily agreed and suggested they plan for a Sunday afternoon just before the long weekend in October.
Monday morning arrived and today would the first day that Gordon would be diapered at school and would potentially be a traumatic one for him. She prepared a special breakfast of pancakes; bacon and his favourite cranberry/grape juice then called him into the kitchen. She smiled as he walked by her and she could see his thick cloth diapers were hanging low inside his pajama bottoms which meant that once again wet during the night. The thick night diapers combined wit the extra liner was working wonderfully, and he had not had any leaks.
"Enjoy your breakfast while I lay out, you're clothing for today then call me and I will get you out of that soaked diaper."
Gordon let out a soft groan, "Is this really necessary?"
Frau Schimmel looked over her shoulder and tersely responded,
"Don't test my patience young man. We discussed this already and yes, it is necessary."
When he came out of the shower Frau Schimmel was waiting for him in his room. On the bed she had laid out the thick white training pants, white plastic baby pants, the cream, baby powder and the medication. She also took the liberty to lay out some baggy cotton trousers to better accommodate the bulkiness of his new underwear. And beside it was a nice babyish diaper bag that she had packed for his midday change at school.
He was becoming accustomed to the routine yet he still closed his eyes tightly and turned his head away as he laid down and spread his legs so Frau Schimmel could apply the medication around his anus and now his reaction was not nearly as unfavourable as she slid her index finger inside. She was even more bold this morning as she slid her finger out then applied an extra thick glob onto her finger and pushed it a little deeper and more forcefully into him. She quickly took a few photo with his bottom curled upwards and her finger pushed all the way in.
She noticed that even 48 hours after his spanking his bottom was still showing the tell tale signs of the spanking she had delivered at Babykins. He even winced a little as she rubbed the cream onto this bottom.
She cooed softly,
"Oh dear you are still a little tender, It's okay baby it will all be better soon."
She marveled at how realistic the training pants looked once they were pulled up. Just like those for toddlers there was extra thick padding on the front and between his legs. She pulled up the soft plastic pants up and over the training pants. She gave them a nice snap and patted him on the front noticing that his penis had already begun to swell.
"Alright Gordon finished getting dressed and I will drop you off at school. I will come by the school at 12:30pm and you are to meet me in Parking Lot near the stadium. It's nice a quiet there and I will put you into a dry pair of training pants in the back of my SUV."
Gordon looked at her in disbelief,
"Do you think I am going to wet myself at school? I'm just going to use the restrooms on campus. So don't bother I will be fine."
"You are forbidden from using the restrooms and to be honest I have doubts that you would be able to make it to he restrooms once the urge to urinate hits. It is almost 5 hours until I come to change you so the probability of you remaining dry is next to nil."
She waved her finger in front of his nose menacingly,
"If you are dry when I arrive I know you've used the restrooms and you I'm warning you now that the consequences of disobeying me are severe.
Understand?"
Within a few hours he had to pee but he figured he would use the restrooms now and remain dry then just before he was to meet her he would wet a little while he walked to the parking lot. He figured she would be none the wiser and everything would be perfect. Frau Schimmel was waiting at the appointed spot and she was a bit annoyed by his tardiness which he tried to explain was due to the long walk from his class to the far end of the campus to their meeting point.
She immediately opened the back of her SUV where she had put down the seat so there was room for him to lay down and he got into place. Without delay she removed his shows and pulled down off his pants followed by the plastic pants and training pants leaving him looking very helpless naked from the waist down on the changing pad. She picked up the training pants and noticed they were only mildly damp.
"Gordon, I know how much juice and water you had this morning and these are barely damp. Do you have something to tell me young man?"
Gordon shook his head and averted his eyes so she knew he was lying. She reached into the diaper bag and pulled out a hairbrush. Since Gordon was looking in the opposite direction, he did not notice the brush. She pushed his legs up to expose his bottom and then leaned into the back of vehicle so he would not be able to struggle. Without warning she delivered ten hard fast smacks on the same spot. Gordon yelped and struggled but to no avail. She stopped for a moment and warned him,
"I will be here at 4pm to pick you up."