It was very late, and Richard Timms grumbled a bit as his rambunctious son Tinson ran throughout the store excitedly. The nine year-old otter had been very rowdy today, probably from having just a bit too much sugar, and this little shopping trip was enough to make him excitable again. Probably hoping for a little treat at the end… Well, that wasn’t happening.

It was probably time to give the boy a good spanking and have him settle down, but just doing that was a bit boring. As he turned down the medicines aisle, he noticed a display shelf with Elementary School Pampers on them, ranging from 3rd to 6th grade. He could see more of them in the next aisle over… Hmm…

He carefully swung his cart around and started browsing, grabbing some of the Mickey Mouse-themed diapers for 4th graders. It had been a while since Tin had finished his potty-training, and Richard had to admit that seeing his son and other cubs in diapers always put him a bit over the edge… Perhaps this was the perfect way to get rid of all that extra energy.

He was about to leave with the diapers and some diuretics when something else caught his eye. A new product was out… “Burn and Learns”. They were little absorbent pads filled with capsaicin cream that lined diapers, and any wetness would activate an intense burning sensation. That sounded fun. There were three levels, each increasing in intensity and longevity, and they had cute little flames and race car designs on them. Tin loved cars.

A pack of the level one and level two pads were casually swept into the cart, and Richard kept on walking. He eventually found his boy over in the toy aisle, where Tin was avidly looking over the various new toys and playsets.

“Alright, let’s scoot on outta here, bud.”

“Okay!” The cub looked a bit longingly at the shelves of toys. “Um…?”

“Not today, Tin. It’s late, and we gotta get to bed.”

“Okay…”

Tin miraculously didn't notice the diapers during checkout, and he sat humming happily to himself in the backseat as they returned home. Shopping trips were always fun, but it was a shame that he hadn't been able to get a toy or anything…

After putting the groceries away, Richard hid the diaper supplies away in the closet, almost feeling a bit antsy at the thought of being able to use them. A whole scheme was already forming in his mind… And he felt no regret as he had Tin take a diuretic before bed. “It's a special vitamin I want to try out.” He smiled. “It'll make you big and strong.”

He took one himself, as it would be easy to make any accident of his look like his son's. Soon they were happily cuddled together in bed, and the poor lad was unaware of the fate awaiting him in the morning.

“What's this…?”

The boy awoke groggily, far earlier than usual. Was it time for school already…? He looked up at his dad and frowned at the rather upset look on his face. “W-what's wrong?”

“See for yourself.” He patted the bed, and Tin noticed a cold wetness all over him, something he hadn't felt in a while. Around where he was laying was a rather large wet spot. 

“Oh… O-oh!” He cried. “I'm sorry… Uh…”

“I'm a bit shocked, Tin…” His dad shook his head. “I didn't think we'd need to go over this again. But wetting my bed? I thought you were a big boy now. Almost ten!”

“I am…! I… It…”

“Look, there's no need to be ashamed.” His dad patted his leg. “Accidents happen. But this isn't something that's about to be a regular occurrence, you know. We'd better take care of this quickly.”

The cub watched with slight fear as his dad went to the closet and pulled out… Diapers, of all things… He should've known. He blushed a bit as the package was torn open. “D-Dad, I don't think-”

“Hush, now. You know the rules. Same as in pretty much any household. Cubs who wet the bed clearly aren't ready for big boy underwear. Getting to use the toilet is a privilege, not a right.”

“B-but I am a big boy!” His protests were ignored, and he frowned as something else came out of the closet, a small package of something that said “Burn and Learn”. A fluffy pad was taken out and placed inside the diaper, making it more poofy. His dad stretched the thing out just a bit before patting his legs.

“Come here, son. Let's get this over with.”

Tin sighed and jumped off the bed, walking over slowly and putting on the poutiest face he could muster. His dad wrapped the diaper around his wet bottom and made sure everything was strapped securely, giving him a small whack on his puffy butt. “There you go! You're ready for anything, now.”

“This is… S-silly…”

“Just as silly as wetting the bed. But look… It has Mickey Mouse on it. I know you love him. And the pads inside have race cars.”

“Y-yeah…” Tin blushed. Those were things he had been far more enamored with when he was younger, but it was still embarrassing. “Do I have to wear them all day…?”

“Of course! Gotta prove you're a big boy, after all.” He was pulled into a tight hug, and his hair was ruffled. “Let's go get ready for the day.”

After the morning routine, his dad made him some breakfast and started explaining to him how the diaper worked. He had to stay dry for the entire day if he wanted a shot at getting underwear privileges back, and any wetness would activate the burn pads inside.

“B-burn…?”

“It's like a tiny little spanking, sort of. Just a reminder that big boys don't wet themselves. I'm sure you'll be just fine, Tin. This'll be a breeze for you.”

Unbeknownst to the boy, another diuretic had been slipped into his breakfast. He nodded happily though, putting on a brave face despite how awful the situation was. The diaper was comfy, but fairly large, and made his shorts bulge rather obviously. A light crinkle sometimes came out whenever he walked, too. If the kids at school found out he was diapered… He'd no doubt be teased ruthlessly. That would probably be harder to avoid than wetting himself.

Tin's worst nightmare came true as he was dropped off and his dad called out to him loudly: “Don't forget to keep those things dry!”

He blushed and waved his dad off, and as he turned around he immediately came face to face with some of the worst kids in school: Gregor and his gang.

Gregor was a tiger in 6th grade, an older boy who was rather dominant; loud and proud of his big boy status and terrorizing any little cubs who had the nerve to bother him. And a lot of things bothered him, number one being cubs in diapers. Him and his two friends, Auggie and Jason, were quick to sniff out cubs being punished and embarrass them to the best of their abilities. Tin had had a few run-ins with them before, usually from getting in the way (and foolishly trying to defend a bullied cub, which had left him with a very sore bottom) and seeing them right now was probably the worst thing that could happen.

“Hey, little boy.” Gregor sneered. “What's that I heard your dad say?”

“Er… N-nothing.” He said a bit quickly.

“Coulda sworn he said something about 'staying dry’... And I don't ever make mistakes. What's your name?”

“T-Tinson…”

The dog on the right, Auggie, clicked his tongue. “We've met this kid before, Greg. He's that real annoying guy in my class I always talk about, remember?”

“Oh yeah… I think I remember you.” Gregor leaned down into the otter's face. “Fourth graders are always brats, to be honest.”

“Hey!” Auggie pouted.

“Oh come on, like you aren't a brat.” The bird on the left, Jason, laughed. “Didn't you get The Stool just last week?”

“Yeah… But…”

At that moment, the bell rang. It was time for class to begin. Gregor narrowed his eyes and backed away, kicking the ground slightly. “I'll have Auggie keep an eye on you, Tinson. I'm sure you know full well how babies are treated around here. So you'd better hope you're big enough to get through the day.”

Tin meekly waited for them to disappear from view before rushing to class. Stupid bullies… There was no way he was gonna get messed with by them, though. He could totally go dry all day and show his dad just how behaved he was!

-

Tinson grunted a bit as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was trying so hard to hold his pee… He couldn't lose! He had gone nearly half the day with no problems, and if he dared to wet himself now, those Burn Pads would definitely make things uncomfortable. Waiting for the teacher to have a pause in the lesson so he could raise his hand and ask to go to the bathroom. He needed to prove once and for all that he was a big boy, show those bullies and his dad that he actually knew how to use the bathroom. Which he did! It's just...

"And there we go..." Mr. Wilder said. "Any questions? I know it can get pretty difficult multiplying these numbers sometimes..."

"M-Mr. Wilder!" Tinson raised his hand, eliciting some giggles from the back of the classroom. Auggie...

"Ah, what is it, Tin?"

"May I go to the bathroom?"

More snickers. Mr. Wilder shook his head sadly. "There's not much time left, Tin, and I've got to go over yesterday’s homework. Surely you can wait just a bit?"

"I... I really have to go..."

Mr. Wilder glanced at a note on his desk and sighed. "I'm sorry, Tin, but I can't. Just try to wait until the bell rings."

Defeat. Tin almost whimpered as he put his hand down, pressing his legs together and hearing a slight crinkle from under his pants. He couldn't wait! He had to get through the day without being wet! But as Mr. Wilder started to drone on again, he found that he just couldn't hold on any longer and let loose, filling his dry diaper with a torrent of wet warmth. It felt so good letting go, but this was immediately cut short as a burning sensation started spreading through the front and bottom of the diaper. Tin grimaced and instinctively pressed his legs together from the pain, but that only squished the diaper and made things worse. The thought of what this would mean dampened the mood severely. He'd have to go the rest of the day in this wet, burning horror, be teased if his classmates found out (which they would, no doubt), and then... His dad...

He swallowed nervously, struggling to hold back tears now from the pain, which had finally stopped getting worse, but the burning in the front of his diaper wasn’t getting any less intense. Stupid Mr. Wilder! It wouldn't have taken long for him to go pee... And this lesson was easy, anyways. Tin was really mad at whoever was dumb enough to invent these stupid pads.

Once class had ended, Tin was stopped by the bear in question, who seemed a bit exasperated. "Tin, I'm afraid I'm going to have to call your father."

"H-huh?" Immediate fear started to well up in the poor boy. "W-why? What did I do wrong?"

"You know full well." Mr. Wilder held up a sticky note that was pasted on his computer screen. "Your dad called me saying you’re on timeout. No bathroom privileges, and I have permission to punish you as I see fit, if necessary."

"A-ah..."

"I have a lunch meeting to get through, however, and I don't have the time to deal with you right now." He pointed at the boy a bit accusingly. "You're a good kid, Tin, but you should know better than to ask for big boy privileges when you're grounded. Did you wet yourself?"

"Yes..." Tin admitted, now blushing fiercely.

"Good. Hopefully that's enough to teach you. I'll still be calling your father to let him know what you did, though. Now go to lunch. I expect you back here during recess for the call."

No recess... The nightmare continued to expand, and having to tell his dad what he did... Maybe the punishment wouldn't be so bad if he just came clean?

On the way out of class, Tin was stopped by Gregor and his little dopey posse. The otter tried his best to maneuver away from them, but they were onto him like predators, grabbing him and pinning him against the wall.

"Hey, baby." Gregor grinned. "How hard did you wet yourself in class?"

"I-I didn't!" But the older tiger was already feeling up his crotch, squishing his wet diaper. Tin hissed as the burning increased, spreading underneath his balls and butt. It almost felt like a rash with how intense it was. He couldn’t cry, though, otherwise they’d laugh at him even more...

"Aww, check it guys... Baby's all wet now..."

The other three bullies took turns groping him, throwing further insults and derisions as Tin tried his best to get away. They enclosed him though, and other students passing in the halls ignored his cries. Gregor's gang always meant business; their victims had to fend for themselves, and diapers were always a red flag. It meant you were being punished for something, and no amount of chivalry or friendliness was enough for a cub to stand up to bullies or adults.

"I wish we didn't have to do this to ya, bud." Gregor said. "But you're a fourth grader! Auggie here's in the same grade and you don't see him in diapers."

"Haven't worn them for years." The dog on the left smiled. He seemed rather fond of feeling up Tin's butt.

"What'd you do to piss off your daddy, anyways?" Jason asked.

"Oh-ho-ho... That's right. Auggie here was lucky enough to hear the little call your dad gave Mr. Wilder. Go on, tell everyone why you're padded up in the first place."

All the groping and hot breath on his face was making Tin a bit blushy, and he desperately wanted to get away. Maybe telling them would placate them. "I w-wet my bed..."

Gregor pressed an arm to his chest threateningly as the others snickered. "Oh no, don't lie. Whose bed was it?"

"My... M-my dad's..."

Guffaws and laughs. "You still sleep with your daddy?!" Jason crowed. "What a baby."

"Hey, I still sleep with my dad..." Auggie said.

"Well you're just as much of a baby as he is, then."

"At least I don't wet my... Huh?"

Auggie had just groped Tin's crotch, and there he felt the otter's tiny boner. He looked a bit surprised, but then grinned savagely. "Hey guys, check this out."

Tin bit back a moan as they all grabbed his crotch. He was in for it now...

"Looks like our baby really loves having his wet wiener touched by his friends..." Gregor said. "Say... Why don't we have a little fun with him, then?"

"Let's make him more wet." Jason suggested.

"Ooh, good idea."

Tin yelped as they grabbed him and dragged him over to the nearest bathroom, a little ways down the hall. There were a few kids in it, but they all left rather quickly, not wanting to get caught up in any unnecessary punishment.

"G-guys, please, I gotta go get lunch and then go back to class..." Tin panted. "Mr. Wilder wants me..."

"I'm sure Mr. Wilder can wait." Gregor sneered. "You're lucky you have such a nice teacher. REAL guys like Mr. Dennis would be right in here with us to teach you a lesson."

They pushed him into the big handicap stall and locked it, ensuring he had nowhere to go. Tin was on the verge of crying at the thought of what these bullies might do to him, but he knew it was always better to just do what he was told. There wasn’t any way he’d get out of this, after all. Teachers often commended the work of bullies like Gregor who put unruly cubs in their places, and would occasionally join in the discipline if they had the time. Other kids wouldn’t dare come help in fear of being punished themselves. 

"Take off your clothes." Auggie ordered. Tin gingerly pulled off his shirt and blushed as the hem of his diaper was revealed, poking out from under his shorts. Gregor took his shirt and threw it in the corner of the stall, and soon did the same with his shorts, leaving him standing there in his diaper, feeling vulnerable and silly. A slight bulge in the front showed that he was still hard and deep down enjoying this attention, as all good cubs should. 

“D’aww…” Jason cooed. “Look at the little Mickey Mouse diapey.”

“That thing’s big, man… You really are a huge baby, after all.” Gregor licked his lips. “This is gonna be great.”

As he wondered what to do next, the bullies started undoing their own pants, revealing three cute little boy peckers that made Tin feel a lot hotter. Were they gonna make him suck their wieners? That wouldn't be so bad; he sucked Dad's all the time, after all, and these guys were-

"On your knees." Gregor ordered, and Tin obeyed, opening his mouth wide ahead of time. "Haha, hey look! The baby's eager for his little drink."

Drink...? Tin didn't have time to ponder this as the three boys surrounded him and started peeing all over him, covering him in hot smelly cub urine. A decent amount of Gregor's got in his mouth, and he sputtered a bit, trying to spit it out.

Gregor grabbed the cub's mouth and forced it open before shoving his cock down his throat. “Drink it all up.”

Tin gurgled as the hot stream filled his throat, struggling to swallow as much as he could. The other two boys had finished peeing on him and were now jacking off, and once Gregor finished he started humping the otter's face.

"I bet you can't even cum yet, huh?" The 6th grader laughed. "Well, I'll teach you how to do it. First, you gotta find a n-nice warm hole..."

"Hey, uh, Gregor..." Auggie zipped up his pants. "We're totally gonna miss lunch, man."

Go ahead, then. He kept humping, holding Tin's head firmly so he wouldn't squirm away. "I'll be done in a sec... Teachin' this baby a lesson..."

“Whatever.”

The other two left, leaving the stall door wide open, and Gregor continued happily raping Tin's face. He could put up with it, having faced similar treatment from his dad, but it was still a bit painful and tough on his jaw. The taste and smell of pee surrounded him, and he couldn’t help but admit that it was making him a bit excited… He started rubbing himself through the diaper, and Gregor noticed this almost immediately, pulling out to ask the boy a question. "What do you think you're doing?"

"G-guh...?"

"It looks like you're trying to touch yourself..." He shook his head. "How naughty. Baby boys aren't old enough to touch themselves."

"I'm n-not a baby!"

“That's not what this says.” Gregor toed the diaper. He pulled Tin up and sat down on the toilet, pulling the boy over and pinning him down onto his lap. “And you know what happens to boys who are bad…”

This was an all-too familiar position for the young otter. Tin cried out and tried to wiggle away, but the tiger was far stronger and bigger than him, and it quickly became a useless effort. He whimpered as his diaper was pulled down, revealing his bare wet bottom. “P-please, Greg, anything but that! I'll finish sucking you if you want... J-just don't…”

The cub's ass was already a bit red-looking, hinting at past punishments, and Gregor took a closer peek inside the soggy thing. “Oh! Burn and Learns? You must’ve made your daddy really mad, hehe.”

“G-Gregor, ple-”

Gregor silenced any further protesting with a sharp swat, making the boy yelp a bit from the sting. “Hush. Stop complaining and take your spanking, baby.”

Swat swat swat swat. Gregor swung fast and hard, taking turns with each cheek, making Tin gasp and cry with each hit. Feeling the otter squirm underneath him made him quite hard, and he was enjoying this a lot. Skipping lunch to play with little brats was always fun, and his ass was really soft...

A random kid suddenly walked into the stall, a nervous-looking rabbit boy who seemed surprised to see them. He looked very young, definitely no more than a 2nd grader, and seeing two older boys (and one getting spanked while wearing a diaper) was a frightening surprise. “O-oh, uh... Sorry for interrupting…?”

“Naw.” Gregor purred, giving Tin one last good whack, finally pushing the boy to tears. “You need to pee?”

“Y-yeah...?”

“Wow! You’re way more potty-trained than this poor baby is…” He jeered. “Well, this little baby here has a diaper just waiting to be filled. Why don't you come help him out?”

The kid looked around a bit sheepishly before coming up and undoing his zipper, taking his tiny dick out and emptying his bladder into Tin's diaper.

“Pee on his butt too, he likes that.”

He nodded and aimed for Tin's sore cheeks, making him moan a bit as the hot liquid ran down his backside. The rabbit boy started blushing, and quickly finished his business and carried on his way.

“Thanks!” Gregor called as he left. “I'm totally gonna mess with that kid if I see him again…”

The bell suddenly rung. Lunch was now over, and it was time for recess. Gregor pulled up the rather heavy diaper and pushed Tin off of him. “Hope that was enough fun for you, baby boy. Enjoy your fire diapey! Next time you're gonna be swallowing my cum.”

The tiger left the stall with a laugh, and Tin groaned as he carefully adjusted his diaper and put his clothes back on. He was drenched and very obviously smelled of urine... His diaper was warm and soggy from that kid's pee, too, and the rest of the burn lining had activated, making it very uncomfortable. It wasn't a high absorbency pad, and any more accidents would no doubt make it leak! Tin bit back more tears as he washed his face and arms in the bathroom sink. His butt was sore and wet, and he smelled like a toilet... This was awful. There was no way he could get through burning like this...

He wished he didn't have to go through all this. He used to laugh at other cubs forced​ to wear diapers as punishment, whether from wetting themselves at school or from an accident at home. He'd never thought he'd find himself padded up, though, and his first day being so was already a disaster. His dad had told him he had to stay dry for a week before even thinking about normal underwear again... But if he wasn't allowed to use the bathroom, how would he stay dry?

He winced a bit as he waddled back to class, his bloated diaper and smarting butt making it hard to walk. Mr. Wilder wasn't in yet, so he had to stand outside the classroom awkwardly, groups of kids passing by and giving him strange looks as they saw his messy fur and got a whiff of him. His shorts were bulging a bit, especially in the front, and his shifting around uncomfortably would sometimes bring out a few crinkles. Some kids giggled at this; the boy was definitely wearing a diaper, and a sopping wet one at that.

After ten minutes of this, Mr. Wilder finally came round the corner, frowning at Tin's appearance. “What happened to you?”

“N-nothing…”

That was clearly a lie, but he wasn't in the mood to pry. “Let's get this over with.”

They were in the classroom and dialing Tin's dad within seconds. The poor lad trembled, thinking of what would be waiting for him now. An extra hard spanking... A timeout on the naughty stool... Or getting used with no lube... That was always the worst. He-

“Hello...?”

“Hi, Mr. Timms. This is Tin's teacher, Mr. Wilder.”

“Ah, yes. Is something wrong?”

“I think Tin can go ahead and tell you himself.” He handed the phone to the boy in question, and he took it very slowly, his doom coming at him via telephone. 

“H-hi, Dad…”

“Hey, sport... What sort of business have you been up to, today? First day in diapers and you're already being a rascal?”

“N-no, I just…”

“Ah, I don't want to hear any excuses. Big boys always own up to their mistakes.”

This was awful. “I asked…” Tin sniffled, “ I asked to go use the bathroom…”

“Hmm, I see. Didn't I tell you that toilets are only for boys who are potty-trained?”

“Y-yeah…”

“I know it's hard getting used to this the first time around, but it's always important to learn from your mistakes. We'll deal with this when you get home.”

“Okay…”

“Love you, Tin.”

“Love you too, Dad.”

He handed the phone back, and after some brief chatting, the call ended. “Alright. I'm sure your father can deal with you just fine. Go sit down and start on your homework.”

Sitting down was the opposite of what he wanted to do right now, but he obeyed. His ass was incredibly sore, and he slightly leaned to the side so he wasn't fully sitting down. This alleviated the pain somewhat, but it was still aggravating.

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. Two and a half hours until school ended. More lessons from Mr. Wilder, more sneering and snickers from Auggie in the back. Tin was anxious about his upcoming ordeal with his father, and his mind started wandering and daydreaming more, wondering what his punishment might be, if he'd ever get out of these diapers, what possible ways to maybe sneak to the bathroom during school... Maybe remove the Burn Pad… But then his dad would...

“Tin.”

Maybe he could bring a fresh diaper with him and change into it at the end of the day. His father had been making him drink lots of water lately, so there wasn't really the option of not peeing.

“Tinson!”

“Y-yes!?” He snapped out of his daze and wildly scanned the board. Vocab!?

“I asked you a question.” 

“Wh-what... Could you repeat it, please?”

Mr. Wilder sighed. “I don't like repeating myself, Tin... And it unfortunately seems like you've been needing a lot of that lately.”

The class tittered a bit, and Tin blushed. Could he catch a break?

“Why don't you come up here for just a moment?”

Oh no... He meekly set his pencil down and stood up, trying to walk to the front of the classroom as normally as possible. The backs of his thighs were wet from his soggy diaper being squished down and leaking a bit, and it made the whole ordeal even more terrifying. If he started leaking onto the floor… As nice as Mr. Wilder was, none of the teachers Tin knew tolerated leaking, and being forced to clean up drippy messes was something he hated doing. The burn was calming down a bit, after everything that had happened in the bathroom, but it was still uncomfortable, and he blushed harder as he stood at attention in front of the class.

“Y-yes, Mr. Wilder?”

“Tell the class the difference between a synonym and an antonym.”

“Oh, uh… A synonym is… A word that’s close to another word? And… An antonym is two words that are opposite of each other.”

“Hmm… What’s a synonym for ‘distinguish’?”

Distinguish? What kind of word was that!? It was on the board, though… Tin wracked his brains, trying to come up with an answer. It sounded like ‘extinguish’, which he was sure meant putting fires out and such. Maybe that was it…?

“Er… Ex… Extinguish?”

“What?”

“A synonym for distinguish is ‘extinguish’.”

Mr. Wilder looked frustrated. The exact opposite of what Tin was hoping he’d look like. “I’m afraid that’s… Completely wrong, Tin. ‘Distinguish’ means to tell things apart from one another. ‘Extinguish’ means to stop something, essentially.”

The class gasped a bit as Mr. Wilder went over to the corner of the room and pulled out what Tin was fearing the most: The Stool.

The Stool was a small wooden stool about 3 feet high, with a removable center where Mr. Wilder would attach dildos for the troublemaker to sit on. They started out average-sized at first, but the more serious your crime, the larger and more uncomfortable the attachment would be, resulting in a very sore and stretched bottom by the end of the day. Tin gulped as Mr. Wilder selected the second biggest one, 3 inches wide and 8 inches long, and started setting it into the stool. 

“We've had a bit of trouble with you today, Tin, and we might as well 'extinguish’ any and all bad behaviors while we can.” He said, bringing the stool over to the front of the class. “Pull down your pants.”

Tin blushed and very slowly started undoing his zipper. He couldn't believe this… What was worse, The Stool or having to show your diaper to the entire class? More laughs and giggles broke out as his soggy Mickey Mouse diaper was revealed, and he groaned as Mr. Wilder picked up his shorts and examined them.

“You almost leaked all the way through! Not a good start to potty-training, my boy. Anyhow, let's get this over with.”

The class watched rather eagerly as the teacher undid the opening in the back of Tin's diaper and started gently lifting him up onto the stool. As terrifying as it was, seeing dumb baby kids punished was always a great source of entertainment. There were few who really felt sorry for Tin; he was in diapers for a reason, after all, and if he couldn't pay attention in class then that was his own fault.

“W-Wait!” Tin cried as the tip of the dildo touched his sore cheeks. “N-no lube…?”

“Hmm…” Mr. Wilder clicked his tongue. “I completely forgot! But I'm sure that you can handle it dry. Your bottom's already plenty wet.”

Taking the second biggest attachment with no lube! Some of the kids laughed a bit. That was definitely gonna leave some bruises, and make it hard for poor Tin to sit for a while.

Tin squirmed as he was pushed down onto the toy, his hole starting to stretch too wide too fast. He'd taken his dad's cock plenty of times, but something big like this with no preparation… “Ow… Aaah! It h-hurts!”

Mr. Wilder ignored him and kept pushing him down, almost to halfway. The tent in his pants was starting to become more obvious; he was generally a nice teacher, but when a cub needed to be punished he sometimes went a bit overboard. He resisted the urge to slam the kid all the way down onto it and break his ass, as he knew the boy was already in for some discipline at home.

Feeling the toy fill his burning hole soon made Tin start crying, and he struggled not to sob too loudly, blinking and wiping back his tears as fast as he could. He could handle this! He was… A-aagh… He was a big boy… His butt had been played with many times before…

Right when things seemed to get a little better and he had almost taken the whole thing, Mr. Wilder pushed him down hard, forcing the rest of the toy in and making Tin cry out pathetically, wetting himself just a bit from the sudden fullness under his belly. His lap was strapped in so he couldn't stand up, then the final touch was added: a large pacifier with a cock-shaped nipple, to keep the boy quiet as he endured his pain. He inserted it into Tin's mouth and strapped it into place, eliciting gurgles from the boy as his throat was filled and it became hard to breathe.

“Alright, there we go.” He stood up and the class quieted down. “There's a little under an hour until school's over. As you all know, this is what happens to cubs who don't do well in school. They become useless babies that have to be taken care of. And I know all you boys have your sights set on dreams and aspirations and such. Let's finish up this lesson, hmm?”

The minutes went by horrifically slowly. Tin was unable to focus on anything but the pain splitting his bottom open and the girth stuck in his throat, and he did his best not to squirm around; that only made it hurt more, and you got in more trouble for trying to move around. There were several times he almost started choking, but always managed to regain a fair amount of breath. This was a bit bigger than he was used to, and having it just in his throat and not moving at all like his dad's penis usually did was making it all the more difficult. The wetness from his diaper was uncomfortable as well, the little spurt from before activating the last of the burning spots right on his wiener. It was light, but the pain increased more and more over time, and soon he was struggling not to squirm as his penis and balls burned intensely. 

Tears were running down his cheeks full-force. The pain made him need to pee, but if he peed, it would only burn worse! Eventually he couldn't hold it any more, though, and let loose another little stream, crying out as his crotch suddenly lit up in pain. Everything was blurry from tears and dizzy from the burn and lack of air… He couldn't last much longer…

After what seemed like an eternity, the bell rang. Everyone packed up and started leaving, Mr. Wilder reminding them about homework once again. Tin whined as he watched the classroom empty out. He'd be free! He could go home!

“Alright, Tin.” Mr. Wilder squatted down in front of him. “Your dad's coming in to pick you up. I figured you might have a bit of trouble walking after this.”

The cub’s eyes widened. His dad would see him like this... That would probably be even more embarrassing than everything else! He’d totally be stuck in diapers forever…

He endured the pain a bit more, grimacing as the classroom door opened and his father walked in. The older otter was of a rather sturdy build, and Tin had always thought his dad looked rather “cool”, like some sort of buff hero. Right now, though, he looked stern and more like a menacing villain. He smiled rather oddly at seeing his son strapped in and helpless, and started having a rather long conversation with Mr. Wilder about something. Tin tried his best not to whimper too loudly; his dad hated whiny boys, and he wanted to put on the impression that he was handling this rather well. Between his occasional sobs he picked up on some words from the conversation that only increased his shame and anxiety.

“...general disobedience…. disrupted my lesson… disrespect towards you…” Mr. Wilder and his dad were facing away from him, passing the educational posters and settling in front of the behavioral chart that Mr. Wilder kept. Tin’s name usually had gold stars, but this week it had several large, red “X”s. It was true that he had been a bit rowdy this week… B-but...

After a bit, his dad came over to him. “Hey, sport. Looks like you're having quite a time there.”

Tin blushed and blinked back more tears.

“You've filled your diaper up nice and full, I see…” He squished the front, pressing the burning area down more onto his crotch and causing him to whine very loudly. “And it seems the Burn Pad worked well. Guess it wasn’t strong enough to remind you to stay dry, huh? We’ll take care of that later.”

Mr. Wilder undid the straps and lifted the boy off of the stool. He groaned as the toy slipped out of him with a pop, leaving his hole sore and gaping. The pacifier was taken out as well, and Tin gasped for air, drooling a bit as he regained his composure. “D-Dad-”

“Nuh-uh.” His dad held a finger to his lips. “Baby boys don't talk, especially if they're in trouble. Let's hurry up and get you home, okay? We have a lot to work on tonight.”

That primal fear started setting in again, and Tin shivered a bit as he was taken by the hand and led out of the classroom. This fear grew as they started walking out with him still half-naked. “My shorts…!”

“Don't worry, I have them right here!” He held up Tin’s backpack, with his shorts and that night’s homework peeking out of the top. Tin didn't think he could dare ask to put them on before they left, and so he stayed quiet and kept his gaze focused on the ground as they left the school, avoiding the laughs and whispers of other kids and adults as he waddled down the hallway. Between his full diaper and his aching butt, it was hard to keep up with his dad's brisk pace, and all the people seeing him made him want to cry even more. There was no way he would ever live this down…

When they got to the car, Tin yelped a bit in surprise as his dad opened the back seat to reveal a plush booster seat. “In ya go, buster.”

He climbed up and sat down on it slowly, wincing in pain as his sore bottom pressed against the firm chair. He was strapped in and handed a sippy cup full of what looked like juice, but a quick sniff revealed it was… Pee...

“I want you to drink all of this before we get home, okay?”

Tin nodded and hesitantly pressed the spout to his mouth. This was definitely the first of his punishments, and choking down the hot liquid wasn't fun. He still had a bad taste in his mouth from Gregor's dirty pee, and though his dad was a little more hydrated, it was still a trial.

They drove home rather slowly, taking a longer route through the neighborhood, but eventually Dad was pulling into the driveway of their house. Tin clamped down on the bottle with his teeth, trying to keep himself from shaking in fear and pain. His doom was coming…

His dad came around and opened the door, taking the sippy cup from him and checking how much was left inside. “Barely halfway, huh? I thought you liked Daddy’s pee in your mouth.”

Tin looked down, feeling hot and a bit sick from the drink. His stomach churned as the seatbelt was undone and he was led into the house. Each step he took was painful, and he hoped that some of the punishment might involve standing in the corner or something. He really didn't want to have to sit down again…

Once inside, he was taken by the hand up to his own room and laid down on the bed. His room was always a bit kiddish, lots of remnants of his toddler days still present that hadn’t been changed as he always slept with Dad now. It seemed a lot more different, though; the bedding and sheets were Paw Patrol-themed (he hadn’t watched that in ages!) and there were large plastic straps set onto it, along with a set of mitts. He hadn't been strapped down for the night in a while (the last time being several months ago when he was caught touching himself in the tub) and while it was bearable, it still wasn't something he liked at all.

His dad started taking his shirt and his shoes off, and he grumbled a bit as he was undressed. He could do that himself!

“Aww, what's with the pouty face?” His dad cooed. “You should be thanking your daddy for getting you nice and naked. You look absolutely adorable in that big diaper, you know.”

He groped Tin's crotch, pressing the Burn Pad against his son's wiener and causing him to cry out. “D-Dad…! Ooww…”

“What's wrong?” He continued pressing down, torturing Tin with the wet heat. “We gotta make sure you use these pads up before I give you new ones.”

“N-new…?”

“That's right. I wasn't joking at school, Tin… We gotta teach you how to be a big boy, after all!” He winked and turned away. “I'll be right back…”

Tin sniffled as his dad left the room, immediately reaching down to pull up the hem of his diaper and air himself out a bit. The burn made him hiss and pant a bit; it was starting to get really intense, and he swore a rash was coming up around the backs of his legs… This diaper was way too wet… He had to get out of these horrible things! Maybe Dad would change him before the night was over… But new Burn Pads didn't sound fun at all.

He heard footsteps and immediately stopped touching his diaper, meekly curling up a bit as his dad came back in. “I've brought everything we'll need for tonight. Let's see…”

The open pack of diapers, a new pack of Burn Pads with two flames on them, a bottle of lube, a pacifier with a strap, and… the paddle… Tin resisted a whimper as he watched his dad set the big wooden handle beside his feet. He only got paddled if he was really bad, like lying or breaking something (most often both…) and he reflexively tensed up thinking of how hard his dad would swing it. A few heavy swats were more than enough for his butt to be hurting the next day, and with what he's already gone through…

“I'm disappointed in you, Tin…” His dad sighed. “I thought you'd be able to handle being in diapers for just a bit and remember that you're supposed to be using the toilet, but it seems you're really in need of some training!”

“I'm… I'm sorry, Dad…”

“I know you are. But sorry isn't always enough, love. I've told you this before.” He sat down on the edge of the bed and patted his son's bare belly. “Asking to use the bathroom when you're in diapers… Ignoring your teacher and disrupting class… I've taught you better than this!”

“I… I know…” Tim whined. He was crying again, desperate to find a way to give his bottom some rest. “I p-promise I'll be good… A-and not wet myself anymore…”

“Good, good… I know how much fun diapers can be, trust me… But you're supposed to be a big boy now. Almost ten years old! I don't want to have to put you back in diapers permanently…”

Little did the boy know that that was exactly what his dad wanted, and the man grinned as Tin hiccuped and apologized some more, pleading that he'd do better tomorrow and wouldn't be bad. Hearing his son beg for mercy, seeing him in a poofy, soggy diaper crying and sniffling… It pushed all of his buttons, and the thought of training Tin back into diapers and dependency made Richard unbelievably hard. He reached over and hefted up the paddle, much to the cub's horror. “D-Dad…!”

“Hmm… I know you're just doing your best, Tin, so I'll give you a choice. Either you can get spanked and then disciplined with lube, or we can skip the spanking and go on to the discipline… With no lube. What would you prefer?”

Oh, man… Tin gulped, trying to get his thoughts back in order. 'Discipline’ meant he'd be taking his dad up his butt, and not soft and fun like he usually did… Discipline was hard and rough, and even with lube it made his insides hurt with just how fast his father did it. No lube, though… After taking The Stool with no lube, his poor hole was crying out in pain, and he hated the feeling of his bruised hole more than anything else…

He hated a lot of this... 

But maybe… If he accepted the spanking, he'd get a little lighter punishment? His dad probably didn't think he'd go for that one… And lube would make things easier in the end…

“We don't have all day, Tin…” Richard said a bit quietly. “Do you want me to choose for you?”

“N-no…! Um… Uh… I think…”

“Yeah?”

“The… first one…”

His dad's eyes lit up. “You want to be spanked?” The older otter had simply been looking for an excuse to go without lube, but this was even better. He had to take him up on his choice before he had the chance to regret it.

“Er-”

“Alright, then.”

His dad sat down and picked Tin up, pulling him over onto his lap, and the boy immediately felt regret. “W-Wait! I mean…”

“Too late, son. You made your choice…” His diaper was pulled down, revealing his sore, rashy bottom. “Let's just get this over with, hmm?”

He rested the paddle against his son’s bottom, relishing the squirms and sobs the boy was emitting. The punishment had barely started, and he was already a crying mess… 

“What's the first mistake you made today?” He asked.

“U-um…” Tin struggled to remember. The morning seemed like it was ages ago. “A-asking to go to the- A-AAAH!”

Before the boy could finish his sentence, the paddle cracked against his cheeks sharply, and the intense pain was already too much to bear. He reached back and covered himself as best as he could, instinctively trying to protect his poor butt from further punishment.

“It was you wetting my bed this morning… It's a shame, doing that when you have the privilege to sleep with Daddy.” He grabbed his cub's arms and pinned them to the small of his back before smacking him again. “And that's for covering yourself. You know you're not supposed to hide your bottom from Daddy.”

“I-I'm sorry…” Tin mewled. “P-please, I promise I'll be good…!”

“I know you're a good boy, Tin, but these past few days have been rocky.” He pressed the paddle to his cheeks and rubbed them with it, making the boy groan. He was starting to feel his dad's erection poking his belly, and that was a fearful reminder of what was next. “What's the next thing you did wrong?”

“U-um… Wetting the bed… And then asking… For the bathroom…?”

“Yup.” CRACK! “I told you that you get potty privileges back if you come home with a dry diaper… And thinking you could get around me through your teacher was very naughty.”

Tin was sobbing pretty hard now, sniffling and groaning from just two smacks. It was music to Richard’s ears, but if this whining kept up, they might have to use a pacifier…

“What was your next mistake, hmm?”

“E-er…” He coughed, trying to remember what it had been. He had asked to use the bathroom… And then…? “U-um… I… U-uhh…”

SMACK! “I-I dunno…! I’m s-sorry!”

“You wet your diaper.” His dad said. “And I’m sure those Burn Pads were very uncomfortable to deal with, hmm?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Your bottom’s very red… It seems it really doesn’t like those pads, so hopefully tomorrow you’ll watch out for them. Speaking of which, what was your next big oopsie?”

Oopsie…? “I, uh… I started daydreaming in class…”

“That’s right.” He swung the paddle extra hard this time, getting the perfect wail of pain from his little cub, and seeing his legs tense and curl up as he struggled in his punisher’s grasp made him very hard. The boy was certainly going to get it good tonight; he’d be lucky if he ever sat down normally again. “You probably missed a whole bunch of stuff you needed to know for tonight’s homework… And since you’re going to bed early, I’m sure Mr. Wilder will have a fun punishment in mind for when he comes around and sees you don’t have your work done.”

“Ooh, p-please… I can do my homework!” Tin cried. “I remember what we w-were going over…”

“Really? What was it?”

“S-synonyms and antonyms…”

Mr. Wilder had already told him what part of the lesson Tin had zoned out on, and he silenced the boy's protests with another hard smack. “It was really your vocab for the week, Tin. Those were just two words you had to look over, along with some other terms. Do you remember what term is used to describe good boys?”

He didn't, but his mind struggled to come up with an answer. He said the first word he thought of. “Smart…?”

SMACK! “A-AH! I mean… I mean…!”

Another hard spank. “It's ‘obedient’, Tin. Good. Boys. Are. Obedient!” He punctuated each of these with a smack, and Tin bawled as his tender cheeks were ruined by the wooden torture device. “And you've been lacking in that a lot lately. Getting more rowdy and rambunctious. Wetting yourself, not paying attention in class… Not drinking Daddy's pee…”

That earned him another smack, making Tin shake from the force of the pain and his tears. He gasped in relief, though, as his dad set the paddle aside and lifted him up, bringing him into a sitting position on his lap. The tent in the older otter's pants pressed against Tin's cheeks rather menacingly, but the boy was more focused on wiping his tear-streaked face. “I-I'm sorry, D-Dad.. I… I'll be good tomorrow, I p-promise…”

“Aww…” Richard kissed his boy on the nose, nuzzling him a bit. “I know you will, son. But that reminds me that there's another problem we need to deal with…”

He undid his belt and slipped his pants off and boxers off, revealing 9 thick inches of otter dad meat, eager to be swallowed up by his son's bruised ass. Tin frowned as his dad, instead of reaching for the lube, picked up the cub’s pacifier gag and started setting it over his head. “H-huh?”

“Open up.” Richard commanded. Tin quickly obeyed, grimacing as the bulbous nipple was inserted into his mouth. This pacifier was based on a dog’s knot (and a large one, at that) and having to suck on it was always a painful ordeal. Tin's mouth was just barely wide enough to fit the thing, and he whined a bit as it was strapped around his head. “Mmmph?”

“You may be getting older, but that's no excuse to forget my rules, Tin.” His dad said lowly. “You're my cub, and I expect you to remember simple things… Like what you're supposed to call me.”

Tin's eyes widened. He gurgled in protest as his hips were grabbed roughly and pulled down level with his dad's throbbing member. Lube! P-please, you p-promised lube!

“I guess it's time to remind you that you're mine, Tin. Did you think I wouldn't notice the smell of pee all over you? It's fine to play with your friends, but to think you were such a willing pee slut…”

It wasn't on purpose! Tin wanted to say. They were bullying me! But these thoughts were quickly erased from his mind as his hole was suddenly filled with 9 inches of dickmeat, brutally stretching out his hole and causing screams of pure pain. He'd been slammed down all the way to the hilt!

“What are you supposed to call me?”

“D-daddy!” Tin screamed, but the reply came muffled with the fat pacifier blocking it. Richard grinned and raised his son's bottom up before slamming it back down again, getting into a nice hard rhythm of screaming and fucking.

“I'll keep going until you can answer the question.” He said. “This only goes on as long as you want it, Tin.”

Tin wailed as his ass was brutally pounded, struggling to breathe and speak around the pacifier. He screamed Daddy over and over again, begging for mercy as his father happily destroyed his tight 9-year old hole. There were a few times when a fairly clear “Daddy” got through, but Richard was quickly lost in the feel of his boy wrapped around his meat that the cries were lost on him. He reached down and spread his baby's cheeks wide, thrusting hard and fast into the dry and swollen hole.

“Good boy…” He growled. “Good boys don't need lube to take their Daddy's cocks.”

Tin didn't reply. He was starting to get delirious from the pain, and his cries had softened to gasps and moans, his body rocking with each thrust. He wasn't a good boy… He was a bad boy, and this punishment was all his fault. His tiny semi-hard wiener bounced with each thrust, still sensitive and hot from the Burn Pad’s torture, and the pain assaulting his entire abdomen was starting to become unbearable. He had very nearly passed out when his dad pulled him all the way down once more, groaning as he filled his baby son with a nice hot load of daddy seed. Tin rubbed his warm belly, feeling the warmth spread throughout him. As much as it hurt, getting Daddy's load was always his favorite part of discipline…

“Hhhrgh… There we go… That wasn't so bad, hmm?” Daddy wiped the tears from Tin's face and patted his bottom. “You're a real champ… Oh…?”

They both looked down and saw that the front Daddy's shirt was wet with pee. Tin had been fucked so hard that he had pissed himself…

“...Well, that's what diapers are for, anyhow.” His daddy smiled. “Let's get you padded up and into bed.”

Tin shook a bit as he was pulled off Daddy's tool and laid down onto the bed. Cum oozed from his wide hole, and trying to clench to keep it in hurt way too much. His bottom was so sore… He didn't think he'd ever been in this much pain in his life…

Daddy came back with a new diaper, the same embarrassingly poofy Mickey Mouse one, a Burn Pad with two little flames on it, and something weird-looking that he hadn't seen before. It looked like some kind of fruit that had been carved into a pointed shape.

“You wanna know what this is?” His daddy smiled. “This is a ginger root. It's been carved into a nice little plug for your butt. You can buy them in packs at the store, and I thought it would be fun to try. I wasn't gonna use it, but… Not only did you pee all over me, we don't want this cum going to waste, after all, do we?”

Tin shook his head and obediently raised his legs up. A little buttplug wouldn’t be so bad, after everything else that had happened. The root was inserted, and he immediately tensed up and started screaming. It burned! The inside of his butt was on fire!

“Oh, forgot to mention that it might sting a bit.” He unfolded the diaper and lined it with the Burn Pad before padding up the boy. He looked so cute and snug, a little baby boy in a big diaper, red-faced and crying from his punishment. Richard was a firm believer that all little boys should look like this. He leaned down and started strapping Tin into bed, locking his hands into little mitts so he wouldn't be able to touch himself at all.

“I'm sure you're tired after all that, so go ahead and take a little nap.” He cooed. “I'll wake you up for dinner and a bath, and check your diaper. If you're dry, I might consider bringing you back down to the level one burn, okay?”

Tin nodded, squirming and groaning as he flared with more and more pain. The intense burning and pleasing his Daddy was all he could really focus on now, and he kept nodding, blinking back more and more tears. The straps kept him firmly in place so he couldn't move or squirm about, and laying down on his bruised bottom and burning hole was unbelievably torturous.

“Alright. Get some rest, champ.” His daddy turned out the light, gathered his clothes, and walked out, closing the door gently behind him. He could still hear a bit of Tin's groans and struggles from here, and it turned him on immensely. It was times like this he wished he had two boys… One to play with while another was being punished…

Ah, but his little tyke was already more than enough for him. It would be worth it to see him devolve, becoming more dependent on diapers and his Daddy just like the good old days. Curb that reckless little boy attitude right at the nub.

He chuckled a bit and headed off to the shower. This was gonna be loads of fun.