Obligatory Content Warning: The following story involves cubs, nakedness, nappies (diapers) and wetting, beatings, and medical examination.  If this is offensive to you, DO NOT READ ON.

The school day went like many others before for Cub. He hardly even caught sight of Smallest, and certainly had no chance to talk to him. He was quizzed by classmates about his exeat, and particularly about his late return to school. He did his best to shrug off any questions that seemed unkind, and gave short answers to the rest.

By bed time he was feeling very apprehensive. When he finally got into bed he discovered that there was now a waterproof undersheet on it. Even if he didn't wet himself in the night, the other cubs in the dormitory would probably notice that before the week was over, however hard he tried to keep it covered. Tired from the school days's activities, he curled up in bed after lights-out, and lay almost motionless but unable to fall asleep for quite a while. he longed for the security a pair of night pants would have offered, and the comfort of sharing a bed with Smallest. Eventually he fell asleep, and only awoke in the cold grey light just before dawn. He made a quick visit to the bathroom, returned to his warm dry bed, and snoozed until the morning wake-up call. He did his best, when making his bed, to keep his dorm-mates from seeing the waterproof undersheet on his bed, and wondered how many dry nights he'd have to manage before it vanished.

During morning assembly his name was at the top of a short list of cubs who were instructed to attend the sanatorium after the mid-day meal. At mid-morning break Matron reminded him of the appointment, and by the end of the morning he was again feeling very apprehensive.

After the mid-day meal he took the familiar path to the sanatorium, and Matron directed him to the small waiting room there. Two other cubs were shown in shortly after him. One was Smallest. The other, one of Smallest's class-mates, was a small thick-set cub, and it was he who was called through into the examination room first, leaving Cub and Smallest alone together. Smallest moved to s seat next to Cub's.

"What's this for?" 

"Dunno."

"Homesick?"

"Yeah, a bit."

"Me too. Were you wet last night"

"No. Were you?"

"No."

"That's good."

"Yeah."

They sat in silence for a while. Eventually the small thick-set cub emerged from the consulting room and left. Smallest was summoned next. Cub sat in solitary silence, trying not to worry, until Smallest came out. When he did so he was still doing up his buttons, and he gave Cub a wry smile as he left.

Cub entered the examination room to find an unfamiliar doctor at the sink washing his paws, and Matron closed the door behind him. She then asked him to take his all clothes off, and she folded them into a neat pile as he did so. The doctor then asked him to climb onto the examination bed.

"I'm told you've been wetting your bed. Is that so?"

Cub nodded, looking down.

"How many times in the last week?"

Cub counted back, trying to remember when he'd woken up wet, and when he'd wet only because he'd been in nappies and couldn't use the bathroom.

"Four. No, five. I don't know." he admitted.

The doctor looked at a board to which some notes were clipped.

"And this is something that started recently?"

"Yes, after..." Cub didn't know what to say

"After what?"

"About two weeks ago, when..." again, he stumbled to a halt, but this time also trying to hold back tears.

"When what happened?"

"When I was punished." he concluded, as his tears started to flow.

"Ok. I'll need to examine you thoroughly, so lie down and try to relax."

Cub lay down, his arms across his front, his paws covering his privates, his legs slightly apart, and his tail straight down between them, twitching nervously.

"Please try to relax. I'm not going to hurt you. Take some deep breaths." the doctor said, lifting Cup's arms and laying them to his side.

Then he began to examine Cub thoroughly, from head to tail. Cub was mostly prepared for the way the doctor looked in his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and the way he tapped and listened to Cub's chest, asking him to sit up, and lie down again more than once. Cub was less prepared for the way the doctor prodded, poked and squeezed at his tummy in most uncomfortable ways, and when the doctor examined Cub's crotch, he did so far more thoroughly than Becky had done in the shower. The most unpleasant bit of the examination came at the end, when the doctor asked Cub to roll onto his side and pull his knees up to his chest. Cub felt the doctor push something right into his rear, and poked and prodded Cub from inside. When, finally, the doctor was done, Matron washed and dried Cub's rear, and then he was allowed to get dressed again.

"Well, there's nothing obviously wrong with you. We'll take some samples and do some tests, though."

The doctor drew some blood from him, and sent him to the bathroom to produce a urine sample. When Cub had done so, he was sent back to his normal school day.  Again his class-mates questioned him, and when he tried to brush off their questions, some of them began to invent answers for him, and taunt him with them.  Eventually one of them pushed him too far, and Cub, fighting back tears, lashed out, thumping the culprit across the muzzle just as a teacher walked into the classroom. The teacher didn't ask for explanations, checked the culprit for injuries, and then told Cub to see the headmaster after the evening meal.

The rest of the day was subdued, and shortly after the evening meal he went via the bathroom to the headmaster's office. He wasn't surprised when the headmaster didn't ask him to explain why he'd thumped the other cub, or to find himself being put in position for another beating. He braced himself for the pain, but this time he was given three strokes on each side, and the headmaster delivered them with more force, and Cub couldn't hold back his tears. Then the headmaster made him turn round, and checked to see whether he'd wet himself again. Satisfied that Cub's pants, at least, were dry, the headmaster then sent Cub, whimpering, back up to his room.

When the other cubs heard what punishment he'd received they were sympathetic, and some of those who'd teased him were even apologetic, but none of it helped Cub feel any less miserable. At bed-time he tried to curl up in bed, but the bruises from the headmaster's beating were too painful, and he found he had to lie on his tummy to avoid making them hurt even more. He lay there, awake and miserable, for a long time before he finally fell asleep. When he awoke the following morning he was still sore, and very stiff, and very very wet. Worse, the other three cubs in his dormitory were already awake, and he could hear them talking to each other in hushed voices.

"Who's wet their bed?" one of the cubs asked, sniffing noisily.

"Not me."

"Nor me."

"Maybe it was because he got beaten again."

"Poor baby-cub. Can't take a beating without widdling."

"I'm going to tell Matron."

One of the cubs left the dormitory. Cub lay still, eyes closed, dreading the moment he'd have to face the others. Before long the cub returned, with Matron following him. Gently, she ruffled Cub's headfur to wake him up, and pulled his bedding back.

"Ewww! He's wet from nose to toes!" observed the cub who slept in the bed nearest Cub's.

"Get yourselves dressed and out of here, quickly!" scolded Matron, as she checked Cub's bedding.

He's right, though." she whispered into Cub's ear. "You are, and all your bedding's going to need a wash. Please get yourself out of bed. We'll have to take this all to the laundry."

Reluctantly, Cub got himself out of bed, put slippers on, and Matron piled all his bedding into his arms, using the last bits to wipe the waterproof cover that was now clear for all to see. He followed her down to the laundry, hoping none of the other cubs would see him and know what he'd done. He helped Matron load his bedding into a machine, and stripped off all his night clothes when she asked for them too. Then she directed him down the passage to the familiar nursery bathroom to have a shower. His day clothes were there when he emerged from the shower, and Matron sent him back to join his dorm-mates for the normal school breakfast. From the looks he got from other cubs he figured that many of them knew about his wet bed. He couldn't join any of the conversation around the table, and he left the dining room as soon as it was permitted to do so.

Cub was very quiet in class, and his class-mates, even the ones he'd have played with most often, left him alone. At break time he found a quiet corner of the playground and sat by himself. He was still feeling unable to join in conversation around the table at the mid-day meal, and by the evening he was thoroughly miserable, lonely and homesick. When he went to his dorm at bed-time his bed had been re-made and clean night clothes placed under the pillow. He found he was able to curl up in bed without the bruises from the headmaster's beating hurting too much, so he did so, with his back to the room, and tried to ignore the conversation of the other cubs in the dormitory. He didn't quite cry himself to sleep, but it was close. He awoke the next morning to the sounds of more hushed conversation.

"He's widdled in his bed again." said the cub in the next bed, contemptuously.

"Poor cub." said another, with rather more sympathy. "I'll get Matron."

Matron dealt with Cub in much the same was as she had the day before, but this time, when Cub came out of the shower he found clean night clothes waiting for him. Puzzled, he put them on, and sat down, not knowing quite what to do next.

"When you're ready, come through to the nursery." Matron said.

Cub walked across the passage to the nursery.

"I'll get you breakfast here. The doctor will be round later this morning, and I want him to check you again."

The promise of another doctor's examination didn't do much to help Cub's mood, but at least he didn't have to face all his class-mates, and he was sure that by now they all knew he'd soaked his bed two nights in a row. At least if he was in the sanatorium they might be prepared to allow that he'd done it because he wasn't well. After breakfast he lay on a bed, and was wondering just how boring the morning would be when Matron came in, with his more helpful dorm-mate behind her, bringing Cub's toy box and bedside cabinet. She sent the other cub back up to the dormitory with the bedside cabinet when they'd transferred all Cub's things to one in the nursery.

"I guess I'm sleeping here for a while?" he asked Matron when the other cub had gone.

"Yes. Until your wetting problem's better."

"Will I have to wear nappies at night?"

"We'll see what the doctor says, but I think nappies would be better than the wet bed you've woken up in the last two mornings."

"I guess they would." Cub had to agree.

His toy box provided distractions enough to keep him from getting bored. The doctor arrived just as the playground went quiet after the end of mid-morning break.

"So you've been wet the last two nights." he said, by way of greeting.

"I was punished again." Cub answered.

"So you wet your bed on purpose."

"No!"

"Then why did being punished make you wet your bed?"

"It hurt. I couldn't sleep the way I like to."

The doctor asked him to take his night clothes off, and examined him again. Cub flinched and couldn't quite stifle a yelp when the doctor touched his bruises, and the doctor then examined that part of him more gently but very closely. He didn't, this time, poke around in Cub's rear, much to Cub's relief, but he did examine the base of Cub's tail more thoroughly than before, something Cub found almost as uncomfortable. By the time the examination was over Cub was feeling quite sore again, and he was relieved when the doctor and Matron left him to get dressed and back to bed. He lay on his front so his bruises didn't hurt, and did nothing for a while. The sounds of the school day were a distant background he was glad to be able to ignore.

Matron brought him a mid-day meal. Then, after he'd eaten it and she'd cleared it away, she returned.

"Doctor wants me to put this on your bruises." she said, showing him a small tub of ointment. She pulled the bed clothes back and spread a towel on the sheet. "It's rather oily, and it takes a while to work in. If you need to, best visit the bathroom now."

Cub did so, and when he returned she asked him to remove his pants, lie on his front on the towel, and try to keep his tail out of her way. She put gloves on her paws, and then gently rubbed the ointment into the bruises on his thighs. At first the ointment felt strangely cold on his skin, and then seemed almost to burn, and his fur felt all stiff and matted. When she judged she'd applied enough, she closed the tub, removed the gloves, and then laid another towel over the parts she'd anointed so that he could relax his tail without it also being covered.

"You'll need to rest like that for an hour or so, then take a shower with lots of shampoo. Don't touch that stuff, and if you get it on your paws, don't touch your face, or your eyes and nose will sting like mad." she cautioned him, then covered him over, and left him be.

He lay still for a while, and as the effect of the ointment turned from almost burning to numbness, he dosed off. Matron roused him a while later, having looked in earlier and seen he was asleep.

"Best go shower that stuff off now. It'll have done all the good it's going to." 

Cub blinked and stirred, drowsily, and Matron repeated her words, whilst drawing back the bedclothes. She helped him get out of bed without leaving any of the residue on anything other than the towels she'd placed for that purpose, and he padded across the passage to the bathroom, holding one towel around his waist.

He had a long shower, partly because the residue took a lot of washing to remove, and partly because the shower felt warm and relaxing. He discovered, once he was dry, that his shirt was in the bathroom, but his pants were not. He checked the passage was clear, and then darted back into the nursery to find them and put them on. He realised that he was feeling much less sore than he'd felt since before the beating, and Matron noticed his brighter mood when she returned to check he'd finished his shower.

"It's a free afternoon this afternoon. You could get dressed and go play with everyone else if you feel well enough." she suggested.

Cub considered the suggestion, and shook his head, not ready to deal with the teasing he expected would come his way. Matron warned him that he'd probably be visited by one or two of his teachers if he stayed in, but Cub decided that was probably the lesser risk. He took the precaution of getting back into bed, though, just in case.

Sure enough, a while later, two teachers turned up, both bringing him some homework to do. Both were on subjects he found reasonably interesting, so he started on the work when they'd left. He was busy at it when a third teacher came in; the one who'd sent him to the headmaster two days earlier.

"Ah. Good to see you're doing some work. Here's some more to keep you busy." she said, placing a book on the bedside table. "There'll be a test on chapter 7 tomorrow. If you're not in class I'll bring it here for you to do." She pause briefly, waiting for Cub to look directly at her. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow.  With all the time you've got, I expect you to get top marks." the teacher said as she headed for the door.

Cub looked at the book. It was one he'd been struggling with, didn't like at all, and was certain he'd fail the teacher's test however hard he tried. He ignored the book and got on with the other work he'd been brought.

Matron brought him an evening meal, and then came round just before the youngest cubs' bedtime.

"Do you want to wear nappies tonight?" she asked him. "You don't have to, but I think it might be best if you do."

Remembering the previous two mornings, he agreed, and she told him she'd be round to put them on him after the junior dormitory's lights were out. She returned a little later with nappies and a sleeper, put them on him, and tucked him into bed.

"Good night. Sleep well." she said as she turned off the light, then she shut the door. Cub was soon asleep.