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

The nappies Matron had put on Cub kept his legs apart and pushed his tail out, so he was lying almost on his front. This was his third night in nappies this week, and the second of three the headmaster had decided he would have to spend in the nursery as a punishment.  He wondered whether the headmaster would be along to check on him again. Smallest, who was in the next bed, might have an idea, but he had seemed to be asleep when Cub came to bed, and it didn't seem fair to wake him. Cub lay still and listened carefully for the sound of the headmaster's footsteps. He heard a sigh, and sounds of movement from the next bed.

"Want a cuddle?" Cub whispered, too quietly to wake Smallest if he was asleep

"Yeah!" Smallest replied, and hopped out of his bed and into Cub's in next to no time.  They arranged themselves muzzle to muzzle, limbs and tails companionably entangled.

"Did you get beaten again?" asked Smallest.

"No," Cub replied.

"Why are you sleeping here, then?"

Cub sighed. "It's a punishment the headmaster gave me. Three nights in nappies."

"Oh. That's mean. What did you do?"

"I was lying in bed, and holding my sheath."

"What's so bad about that?"

"I don't know, but Matron says the headmaster thinks that it's a very naughty thing to do, even when it isn't."

Smallest thought for a while, and then passed judgement. "That's not fair."

Cub sniffed as confusion threatened to overwhelm him again, then remembered the question he'd wanted to ask earlier. "Do you think he'll come and check us tonight?"

"Probably." Smallest replied. "He often does when a cub's been beaten."

"Oh dear." Cub said, unhappily. "He checked me last night, and woke me up this morning. I hope he doesn't pick on you again, too."

"Probably." said Smallest. "If he sees me."

"Better be ready to jump back into your own bed, then, I guess."

The cubs lay in silence, listening. They heard a few quiet footsteps, and then the solid click of a lock.

"I think Matron locked the door." said Smallest.

"Good." said Cub. "I hope it keeps him out."

"He's probably got a key."

"Well, we'll have a chance to hear the lock, at least."

The cubs lay together quietly, and soon drifted off to sleep. They didn't hear the headmasters footsteps, or him trying to open the door.

Cub woke very early the following morning. He needed to go to the bathroom urgently, but he could hardly move, let alone get out of bed, without disturbing Smallest. In a spasm of urgency, he reached to grab his sheath, but all he could grab was a paw-full of nappies.  Of course. He was wearing nappies. The next spasm of urgency was stronger, and he only just managed to hold it. The one that followed was too strong. He wimpered as he lost control, and felt the rush as his bladder emptied, and warm wetness engulfed his crotch and spread back to his tail and round his waist. He sighed. At least he'd be able to tell Matron he'd been awake when he wet his nappies, but he wondered whether he'd have made it to the bathroom in time if he'd been in his usual dormitory bed. The urgency gone, he relaxed, and soon fell back to sleep.

Matron awoke at her normal time, well before the headmaster's morning appearance. She decided she'd check on the cubs in the nursery before she started preparing their breakfast, and was glad she'd done so when she found them both sound asleep in the same bed. It wouldn't be good for them if the headmaster discovered them together like that, so she gently extracted the smaller cub and replaced him in his own bed. Then she quietly opened the curtains, and left the cubs to wake up properly in their own time.

The headmaster strode in as usual a few minutes later, and stopped just inside the door when he saw the curtains were already open. He directed his booming "Wakey-wakey!" at Cub, who sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"Learned your lesson yet?" he said, and added "Keep your paws off your privates. Don't forget." when he saw Cub's slightly puzzled expression.

Cub nodded. "Yes, sir."

Satisfied, the headmaster turned and left. Cub turned to look at Smallest, wondering when the other cub had gone back to his own bed, and glad that the headmaster hadn't noticed him. Smallest was stirring, sleepily. He turned over, and opened his eyes.

"Headmaster wake you up, too?" Cub asked.

"Yeah." Smallest replied. "Glad I wasn't still in your bed when he came in. Did you put me back here?"

"No. You were there when I woke up just now. You were still here when I woke up and wet myself earlier, though."

Just then, Matron came in with a large tray of breakfast.

"Come now. Time for breakfast." she said, and the cubs hopped out of bed to help her set the table. She left them to enjoy their breakfast.

"Somebody must've put me back in my bed." said Smallest.

"I guess it must've been Matron," replied Cub, "unless you sleep-walked."

The cubs chattered as they ate, and had soon finished their meal.

"You going home this weekend?" Cub asked, remembering the coming exeat.

"Yup. You?" Smallest replied, quickly adding "What're you going to do?"

Cub thought for a moment. "Probably spend it watching TV or playing games. What about you?"

"Probably have to spend lots of it helping look after my twin sisters." said Smallest.  "They're just starting to crawl and they get into everything." he went on, his tone half affection and half annoyance. "I hope they havn't broken all my things while I've been here."

Just then, Matron returned with a mat and bucket.

"Better get you two clean. Who's first" she said as she spread the changing mat on a bed. Smallest stepped forward first, and soon his sleeper was on his bed, his wet nappies in the bucket, and Matron was putting him back on his feet. Then it was Cub's turn.

"Do you remember wetting yourself this time?" Matron asked as she un-fastened Cub's soggy nappies. When he nodded she asked "And did you wake up before you wet yourself?" Again, he nodded. "Then you woke up when you needed to go, so you don't need to worry about wetting your bed when you're not wearing nappies. Ok?" she added, and dumped his nappies in the bucket.

He nodded in reply, and when Matron put him back on his feet both cubs darted across the passage to the shower room to enjoy a shared shower. Matron, meanwhile, made their beds, folded their sleepers and placed them on their pillows, then cleared their breakfast things away. She took the bucket of nappies to the laundry, and the breakfast tray back to the kitchen. When that was cleared and tidied away she headed back towards the nursery.

There was a message indicator on the out of hours contact system beeping in her office.  She guessed it was probably someone after the office, and hoping it would be open early, but she stepped in, poked the message replay button, and listened to the message. Then she picked up a handset, called the caller back, and had a brief conversation.

She walked up the passage just in time to see Cub and Smallest dart across from the shower room back to the nursery. She followed them in, attracted Cub's attention, and held the handset out to him.

"It's your mother."

Cub took the handset anxiously.

"Hiya." he said, then listened for a while.

"Awww. Do you have to? Why can't I come too?" he replied, and slumped as he listened to the reply.

"OK, I guess... Bye."

He gave the handset back to Matron and sat down on his bed dejectedly. Smallest broke the silence.

"What's the matter?"

"I can't go home this exeat, 'cos Mum has to go away."

Smallest hopped up onto the bed beside Cub and put an arm around him. Cub tried to blink back tears. Smallest shifted, turning so that he was sitting on Cub's lap, with both arms wrapped round him. Cub returned the hug, holding Smallest tightly, and sniffed.

"Maybe you could come home with me." said Smallest. Cub just hugged him closer.

"Would you like to?" Smallest added, pulling back a bit so that he could look at Cub face to face, and licking the tears from Cub's eyes. Cub nodded, a little uncertain, but not wanting to spend the time at school.

Smallest slipped off Cub's lap and turned to Matron, who'd been standing near the door watching the cubs' interaction silently.

"Please can I call my mother?" Smallest asked her. Strictly, it was against the rules, but Matron handed Smallest the handset, and he dialed his home number.

"Hi Mum."

"No. Nothing's wrong with me."

"Mum, can I bring a friend home tomorrow? Please?"

"It's Matron's phone."

"Ok." He handed the phone to Matron. "She wants to talk to you."

"You'd better get yourselves dressed and off to assembly." Matron said as she took the handset. She left the cubs to dress themselves, and walked off to her office, talking with Smallest's mother along the way. 

There were other calls to be made. As Cub and Smallest were heading for assembly she called Cub into her office and had him speak to his mother again. Then she put the two cubs' mothers in contact with one another. At break time she passed on messages to both cubs, and she spent much of the rest of the day ensuring that all the cubs going out on the exeat had suitcases ready for packing, or in some cases already partly packed. Cub's and Smallest's cases she placed in the nursery.

The school's evening routine included a little time for cubs to get their things ready for the morning. Matron was kept quite busy in the junior dormitories helping the younger cubs sort out their suitcases, and other teachers were busy in other dorms. The headmaster prowled all over, his glowering presence reminding all the cubs to keep their high spirits under control. Cub and Smallest both had to fetch things they wanted from their usual dormitories. Cub managed to avoid encountering the headmaster, slipping off to the nursery while the headmaster was occupied in another dorm. Both cubs had their suitcases packed, and made use of the bathroom, long before Matron arrived, a bit puffed, to get them changed for bed.

"Ok, let's get you two to bed. Off with those clothes." she said as she started laying out their nappies.

Smallest was undressed first. He hopped onto his bed and lay on the nappies Matron had set out for him. Cub finished undressing as Matron was pinning on Smallest's nappies. He followed Smallest's example, climbing onto his bed and lying on the nappies Matron had set out for him. He was watching as Matron finished pinning Smallest's nappies when he heard a most unwelcome sound, the headmaster's approaching footsteps. He stiffled a squeak just as Matron muttered something. Quickly she turned to him, and started putting his nappies on, so that he wasn't completely exposed when the headmaster opened the nursery door and strode in. The headmaster stopped abruptly when he saw Matron was still in the room and obviously busy.

"Ah. Just getting the babies ready for bed, I see. Good, good." he blustered.

Matron took her time getting Cub ready, and then turned back to finish dressing Smallest, ignoring the headmaster until she'd finished the task. She then inspected the cubs' teeth, tucked them into their beds, turned, and ushered the headmaster firmly out of the room, switching off the lights and closing the door after her as she left.

Cub shivvered. He hoped the headmaster wouldn't come back. He lay un-moving for a while, and the silence in the room suggested Smallest was similarly shaken.

Smallest broke the silence after a few minutes, whispering "Can we cuddle, please?"

As quietly as he was able to do, Cub slipped out of his bed and into Smallest's. The two cubs cuddled each other closely. Cub licked Smallest's nose. Smallest returned the gesture.

"I think I'm already wet."

"Me too."

"Nasty old goat."

"Yeah."

The cubs eventually fell asleep, still cuddled closely together.

Early next morning Matron again disentangled them, but Cub woke up enough for him to climb back sleepily into his own bed.

"Best you're not both in the same bed when the headmaster comes by." she whispered. Cub nodded sleepily, and fell back to sleep. Matron quietly opened the curtains to let the daylight in, and left the cubs to wake up in their own time.

They were woken by the headmaster, who strode into the nursery, all but bellowed "Wakey-wakey, baby cubs!", and shook them both roughly until they opened their eyes. He seemed to be in a hurry, because he didn't linger to tease them any longer, but strode out as energetically as he'd arrived, leaving the nursery door wide open.

As Cub lay blinking the sleep from his eyes he realised his nappies were wet. He remembered them being damp before he went to sleep, but figured he must have wet them some more during the night.

Matron brought in their breakfast tray a little later, and the morning routine went much as usual, except that they put the final items in their suitcases and then carried them to the hall before assembly.

The exeat started at break time. After the cubs had had their morning drink they collected their suitcases from the hall and waited to be collected. There was a lot of chatter about their various plans, but Cub didn't add much to it. He slipped away from his friends and found Smallest waiting where he had a good view of the vehicles coming in through the school gateway.

"There's ours." Smallest said when he spotted his mother's vehicle turn into the driveway, and he grabbed his suitcase and made his way to a suitable collection point, waving enthusiastically.  Cub followed him, glad to see his small friend looking happy for once, but anxious about the coming exeat. He hung back a little while Smallest was greeted by his mother, the small cub being lifted off his feet into an embrace. Then Cub found himself being led by Smallest to meet the cub's mother, and suitcases were being loaded into the back of the vehicle, and they all climbed aboard. Cub was guided into a front passenger seat, while Smallest took his place between two much smaller cubs on the seat behind, and when they were all securely seated, Smallest's mother drove the vehicle away from the school.

Cub, somewhat bewildered, wondered what the next few days might hold. He considered, briefly, whether he'd have preferred to stay at school, but then he remembered the headmaster's morning greeting, and dismissed the thought. He watched as the school gates disappeared from view. For the next three days, at least, he would be safe from any more of the headmaster's diciplinary actions. He relaxed, smiled quietly, and turned to watch the road ahead.