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

Smallest sat at his desk holding his pencil in one paw, his work book open in front of him, and tried to concentrate on the sums. His tail was twitching in agitation, and he slipped his other paw under his desk and into his pants to clutch his sheath. That helped, but not much. He still couldn't concentrate on the sums well enough to work out the answers. Tears began to roll down his muzzle as he placed the pencil on his desk and raised his paw again. The headmaster peered at him from the front of the room.

"Have you done all those sums?"

Smallest shook his head.

"Well, have you?"

"I can't..." Smallest replied, cutting short his response when the headmaster frowned fiercely. His usual class teacher would have let him go to the bathroom when he'd asked the first time, but today she was not in school. The headmaster was taking their class instead, and he made cubs wait. Earlier in the day Smallest had only just made it to the bathroom in time after a class ended.

"Go on, then. Quickly." the headmaster snapped.

It was too late. Smallest had already felt the rush, and warm dampness was spreading around his seat.

"He's done it." a cub seated at a neighbouring desk said as a puddle spread around under Smallest's chair.

The headmaster glared at him.

"Well, you'll just have to sit in it til the end of class." he said as he reached for a roll of paper towels, pulled off several yards, and made a show of piling it onto the floor to soak up the puddle. Then he made Smallest stand up, put several layers of paper on Smallest's chair, and told him to sit down on it.

At least there wasn't long 'til the end of the class, but the time dragged for Smallest. His damp clothing turned cold and clammy, and he was acutely conscious of the scent his puddle was producing. When the class was over the headmaster made him use yet more paper towel to dry off his chair and the floor, and then sent him to see Matron, making him take the whole pile of damp paper towel with him. He had to walk across the playground, and several other cubs sniggered and pointed at him as he went.

He rang the bell at Matron's door.

"Oh dear." the old bear said when she opened the door and saw Smallest standing there. "Follow me."

She led him to a bathroom near the end of a corridor, showed him a large bin into which he could put the damp paper towel, a bucket into which he could put his damp clothes, and a shower-dryer unit.

"Get yourself clean. I'll be back shortly."

Smallest undressed. All his clothes were damp. He felt exhausted, and thoroughly miserable. He got into the shower, and let his tears flow freely as he showered.  By the time Matron returned he had switched the blow-dryer on and regained some of his composure.

"The headmaster sent me a note about you." she said when he emerged. "You're very tired, aren't you." He nodded.

"Good. He insists you must wear nappies for the rest of the day, so I'm going to put you to bed in the nursery. That way no other cubs will see you wearing them."

Smallest didn't know what to say. He did sometimes wet his bed at night. At home he wore absorbent pants to catch that. At school he just had to deal with damp bedding in the morning. He wasn't the only cub who did that, and he could manage it, even if it was a bit humiliating. Nappies, however, were for babies. His twin sisters wore nappies, and he'd even changed them often enough, but they were still babies. He'd never seen nappies that might be big enough for him to wear.

Matron led him across the corridor into a room with four beds in it. On one of them some cloth towelling lay, folded in a curious way. Matron picked him up and laid him on the towel, and he realised they were old-fashioned cloth nappies. They easily big enough to fit him. She spread his legs, wrapped the nappies between them and under his tail, and pinned them in place. Next she slipped some waterproof pants on over them, threading his tail through a hole at the back, and finally put him into a one-piece sleeper which zipped closed at the back. If he wanted to take anything off he'd have difficulty. He looked at Matron in confusion.

"What if I need to go to the bathroom?" he asked.

"Just use the nappies. Don't try to hold it." she answered, and tucked him into the bed. 

"You go to sleep now. I'll wake you up and bring you supper later." After a thoughtful pause she added "You were wet the last two nights, weren't you?"

He nodded.

"I think I'll keep you in here tonight as well, then. You need some proper sleep."

She closed the room's curtains and left. Smallest wriggled for a while, confused and tired, until he found a position that wasn't made too uncomfortable by the bulk of the nappies. Then he fell asleep.

He awoke to the sound of voices and footsteps.

"He was exhausted, so I put him to bed." said Matron

"In nappies, I trust." said the headmaster. "If he's asleep I won't wake him."

Smallest concluded, from the tone of the headmaster's voice, that it would be best for him to appear to be asleep. He knew that his baby sisters were all floppy when they were asleep, so he tried to relax completely and breathe very gently. He hoped that the rapid beating of his heart wouldn't give him away.

The headmaster came in, saw his eyes were closed, lifted the covers off his rump and prodded his nappies, and then left.

"You're keeping him in overnight? Then I'll be along to wake him up tomorrow morning." the headmaster said to Matron as they walked back out. Smallest didn't much like the sound of that.

When Matron came back just before supper time Smallest was properly awake, and wet. Apologetically, he told Matron.

"Don't worry. I'll change you after supper, and then you can go to sleep early."

She brought him supper on a tray, and he ate it while sitting at a small table by the window. After supper she came with a mat and a covered pail. She spread the changing mat on the bed. and took his wet nappies off, dropping them into the pail. Then she sent him across the corridor to the bathroom to have another shower. He took his time and made use of all the bathroom facilities. When he returned to the nursery there were clean nappies already folded waiting for him.  Matron soon had him ready for bed. She gave him a mug of a hot milky drink and left him to read for a while. Then, well before even the most junior dorm's lights-out time she returned, tucked him into bed, took the empty mug, and left him to sleep, turing out the light and firmly closing the door as she left.

True to his word, the headmaster woke Smallest up the following morning by striding into the nursery and calling out "Wakey, wakey! Baby cub!". He then pulled the bed clothes off Smallest's bed and slapped his nappied rear. "Ah, little soggy bottom, I hope you won't make any puddles in class today." he added. Then, without waiting for an answer, he strode out.

Matron came in soon after, bearing a breakfast tray. When Smallest had finished his breakfast she returned to take his wet nappies off, and left clean school clothes on the bed. She sent him to the bathroom and reminded him not to be late for the school's morning assembly. Smallest showered, dressed, and was in the assembly hall just in time.

When he got to his classroom he was glad to find that the scene of his humiliation had been carefully cleaned. He was even more glad that his normal class teacher was back. He did receive a few unkind comments from other cubs, but none of them mentioned nappies, and he was able to ignore the rest. He also took care to visit the bathroom at every class break, and got through the day without needing t visit it during a class. 

During the morning break Matron asked him whether he wanted to spend another night in the nursery. He considered the option. The term's first exeat was only two days away, and then he'd get three nights at home. He decided he'd be better back in his dormitory until then.

Back in school after the short break, Smallest felt better able to handle the school routine. His mother and Matron had agreed that he could sleep in the nursery if he felt he needed to, so at the end of a rather stressful day towards the end of the week he went to Matron's evening surgery.

"I think I need a nursery night." he told her.

"Ok. Come straight here at bed-time, and I'll get you to bed early."

Smallest did as she asked, and Matron was waiting in the nursery when he came down at the end of the day. She put his nappies and sleeper on, and left him drinking a hot milky bedtime drink. By the time she returned from her bed-time rounds he was already asleep.

The following morning his nappies were wet when he woke up. He also had an ache in his belly, and when Matron arrived with his breakfast tray only a minute or two later his nappies were no longer just wet.

"I couldn't hold it." he said as she put the tray down on the table by the window.

"Then we'd better get you cleaned up before you have breakfast." she answered as she lifted him out of bed and carried him across the corridor to the bathroom.  There she laid him on a table next to the sink, took off his dirty nappies, and cleaned the worst of his rear. Then she put him into the shower and told him to clean himself up thoroughly.

"Would you have reached the bathroom if you'd not had nappies on?" she asked him as he sat down for breakfast.

"Maybe. Probably not."

"Probably just as well you had nappies on, then." She paused. "If you have any trouble during the day come straight here. And maybe you'd better sleep here again tonight."

He nodded. She left him to eat his breakfast and go to assembly. By the end of the day he was feeling better, but went to the nursery anyway, and Matron put him to bed as before.

He woke up the following morning when the headmaster came into the nursery, announcing his arrival with a loud "Wakey, wakey!" call. However, to Smallest's surprise, he went to another bed to pull the covers off it, and slapped the padded rear of the cub lying in it.

"You'll keep your paws off your privates in future, I trust." he said, giving the cub another slap. Then he turned to leave the room, and noticed Smallest.

"Oh. Little soggy bottom!" he said cheerfully as he pulled Smallest's covers off.  "No puddles today, I hope." he added, and strode from the room without waiting for an answer.

Smallest pulled his covers back over himself, and looked at the other cub, who'd also re-covered himself. The other cub looked back at him. He was one of the biggest cubs at the school, and the small cubs all usually kept clear of him.

"Silly old goat. Thinks wearing nappies stops me." the cub said quietly, looking at the door through which the headmaster had gone.

"I guess you're the baby cub." he added, looking at Smallest.

Smallest flattened his ears, but didn't answer.

"I won't tell if you don't." the other cub said, then, after a pause, added "Those of us who get punished this way don't talk about it, anyway."

Smallest nodded in agreement.

A few minutes later Matron arrived, pushing a trolley along the passage. She pushed the door open, and called the two cubs to get their breakfast. They collected a tray each from her trolley, took them to the table, and sat down to eat.

Matron returned when they had finished eating to take the cubs' nappies off.  The older cub dashed for the bathroom as soon as she'd taken the nappies off him, and he was already in the shower when Smallest got there. He waited for the older cub to finish showering, and tried to shower himself as quickly as possible. He made it to morning assembly with almost no time to spare.

It was around the middle of the following week that Smallest again felt he needed a night in the nursery. He'd barely gone to sleep when he was woken up by vociferous protests from another cub.

"I won't! I won't!"

"The headmaster says you must, and he'll check on you in the morning if he doesn't do so now."

"No!"

"You'll probably get an extra beating."

"No!"

There was a long pause. Smallest peeked. The cub standing by the far bed was a year or two older than him. He was wearing his normal night clothes, holding them firmly on, and had clearly been resisting Matron's attempts to take them off him so she could put him in nappies.

"You're sure?" she asked.

"I won't wear them." the cub replied firmly.

"Very well. Get into bed."

She gently tucked the cub into bed, shook her head, gathered up the nappies and nursery sleeper, and left, turning out the light and closing the door behind her.

A few minutes later Smallest heard the headmaster's footsteps in the passage. He turned so that the headmaster wouldn't see his face, and pretended to be asleep.

The headmaster opened the door, turned the light on, and came in. He patted the other cub's bed, and then pulled the covers down.

"You're not wearing nappies?"

The other cub didn't speak.

"Why not?"

Again the other cub gave no answer.

"Why are you not wearing nappies, cub?"

"I won't." the cub replied, quietly.

Smallest heard the sounds of a little struggle, and then a dozen or more very sharp slaps, followed by the sound of the cub being put back into bed none too gently. Then the headmaster strode from the room, turning out the light and closing the door much more firmly than necessary.

The other cub was sobbing. After a while Smallest got out of bed quietly, and went over to the far bed.

"He's a nasty old goat." he whispered.

"Go away!" the other cub snapped. "Leave me alone!"

Smallest retreated to his own bed, and curled up small. The other cub went on sobbing for quite a while. Eventually Smallest fell asleep.

The headmaster's return in the morning was as noisy and brutal as his departure the previous evening. The other cub received several more sharp slaps, but Smallest was spared having his bed clothes pulled off. The other cub was still red-eyed and fighting back sobs when Matron brought their breakfast.

"Oh dear." she said, looking at him. "I did warn you."

The other cub got dressed as soon as he'd finished his breakfast, and Matron sent him off to wait for morning assembly when she came in to change Smallest.

Smallest didn't ask to spend a night in the nursery again until he'd woken up wet three mornings in a row, and even then he did so only when Matron sought him out in the playground at afternoon break time. That night, and his next few in the nursery were uneventful, and by the time the half-term holiday came round he was comfortable with the nursery nights arrangement again. He had several quiet nights in the nursery after the half-term holiday. Then, a bit over a week before the next exeat, things changed. Smallest woke up in his dormitory with a wet bed, wishing that he'd chosen to sleep in the nursery. At break time he asked Matron, and she told him to turn up as usual. At bed time she put him in nappies and tucked him into bed before she went off to organise the junior dormitory's bed time, and he soon fell asleep. He was woken up by the light being turned on. He hadn't heard any footsteps, so he pretended to be asleep, just in case, and listened. He heard Matron walking quietly out of the room, but she left the door open and the light on, so he rolled over, keeping himself mostly under the covers, and peeked.

Matron ushered a much older cub into the nursery. He looked like he'd just had a shower, as his fur was all fluffed up and he wasn't wearing anything. She picked him up, laid him on the bed, pinned nappies on him, pulled waterproof pants over them, and finally zipped him into one of the usual nursery one-piece sleeper suits.

"There, that's not so bad, is it." she said as pulled bedclothes over the cub.  "I'll turn the light out now, and perhaps the headmaster won't check on you 'til morning. Sleep well."

Matron left, turning out the light and gently closing the door. The other cub wriggled for a while, and Smallest lay still, remembering what had happened on previous occasions when other cubs had been sent to the nursery by the headmaster.  At least this cub had allowed Matron to put nappies on him. A few minutes later he heard the sound of the headmaster's approaching footsteps.

"If he comes in here, pretend to be asleep!" he whispered, hoping the other cub would hear him and understand. Then he rolled over, closed his eyes gently, and tried to relax well enough that he'd seem to be asleep.

The headmaster turned the light on as he came in, and strode straight to the other cub's bed. There was a pause, and then the sound of a sharp slap and a not quite stifled yelp of pain and surprise from the other cub.

"Sleep well, baby-cub. I'll check you again in the morning." The headmaster's voice was almost a growl, but he left the room, closing the door and turning out the light without giving Smallest any attention.

For a short while there was silence, and then the other cub started sobbing quietly. Smallest listened to the sobbing for a short while, then rolled over.

"Nasty old goat. Did he hurt you lots?" he asked the other cub.

There was no reply, and the other cub continued sobbing, so Smallest slipped out of bed and went over to his bed.  In the faint light seeping round the curtains from a light outside, Smallest could see the other cub was lying with his face to the wall. Tentatively, he reached out to touch the other cub's shoulder.

"He did hurt you lots, didn't he."

The other cub rolled over, and Smallest could see the tears in his eyes.

"You've been crying. Shall I cuddle you? I like to be cuddled when I've been crying."

He reached out to skritch the fur behind the other cub's ear, and the other cub reached out to skritch him on the back of his head. Smallest decided that wasn't a rejection, so he lifted the bedclothes a little. Then he climbed into bed with the other cub, and they both wriggled a bit until they could cuddle each other comfortably.