The weekend does have its many privileges. For starters, there’s no school which means no homework assignments. I’m glad going to school on the weekend isn’t a thing but one of the fifth graders told me that if you’re bad in middle school or high school, you have to go in on Saturday and do chores as punishment. At least that’s what he said because his older sister had to do it a few times but I’m not sure if trust what fifth graders say. But most important, it’s the one time that I can do some secret naughty things at night; things I’ve never told anyone, not even Joey.
It’s hard to explain but I’m gonna try my best. My parents have told me that I was a stubborn pup when it came to that part in potty training where I switch to underwear instead of training pants. It wasn’t because I had accidents all the time. It was because there was something about having that soft touch on my body, almost like a baby blanket. Once Mom and Dad decided that I was fully trained, I worried that I would never have that comfort again. But then Brady was born.
Brady has a number of issues. I know Mom and Dad talk with the teachers nearly every month to make sure his “ICPP” is working. I guess it stands for “Individual Child Performance Plan” but I always giggle when I say the individual letters out loud. This means he has to go to special classes because something’s wrong with his brain and he can’t keep up with other people. On top of this, he still wets the bed despite being potty trained to the best of his ability. This means he’s stuck wearing training pants every night after Dad gives him a bath. None of us know if it will go away but for now, there’s a supply of those training pants that I can access whenever I want to. It helps that our waists are roughly the same size so I don’t have to worry about them feeling too tight.
Right after video games, I went to the bathroom to relieve myself and brush my teeth. After dinner, I slipped a pair of training pants under my pillow for later tonight. I won’t lie, it’s pretty scary to do this every time because of how crinkly it can be if I touch it the wrong way. I know it seems like Mom and Dad can see and hear everything that happens but I don’t want to get in trouble for something this embarrassing. I came back out to the living room to tell them both good night and do our usual bedtime routine: a hug from Mom and fist bumps from Dad. Nothing out of the ordinary. I get back upstairs and into my bedroom. Finally, it’s party time.
I slip off my sleep shorts and undies and reach for those training pants. I guess this batch has a polka dot pattern with some that vanish if they get wet. Not necessarily my favorite design on anything but I can’t be too picky here. I get both of my legs inside and slide it up before putting my sleep shorts back on, just in case I get a surprise visit. I place my undies under my pillow and then climb into bed, getting cozy for the night.
I let my mind wander as I get used to the feeling of wearing them again. The soft padding on my butt and my weenie. The guarantee of safety that it won’t leak and ruin the sheets for the most part. Knowing that they are the “just in case” pants if I were to have an accident. It almost felt like I was being hugged down there or had someone touching me. And then I thought of the bus ride home and how Joey let me touch his weenie. All of a sudden, I started to get that funny feeling down there again and now I got a stiffie.
I’ve never had this happen when I wear them in secret. I go to adjust myself and realized that the tip is slightly above the waistline and is sticking out. I roll over onto my belly and it’s almost like I was struck by lightning. I guess my weenie rubbed up against the padding and it felt…good? It’s hard to say. I wondered if I could do it again and so I started to rub my body against the mattress. It came back just as strong as the first time. What is this magic?
I keep going and as this happens, I start to think of Joey. I wonder if he’s done anything like this or knows about it. Maybe I could show him at our next sleepover. If he does know, he certainly hasn’t told me. I’m not sure why he would do that. But then I started thinking about rubbing our stiffies together if we laid on top of each other. Why do it separately if it’s twice as good together? Made sense to me. Would we do it with our sleep clothes on or would we be extra naughty and be naked? Would we kiss? Would we get caught? 
“You okay, sport?”
I instantly froze as Dad opened the door. I didn’t even hear him knock.
“Y-yeah. Just can’t get in the right sleep spot.”
“Okay. You were tossing and turning so much that we could hear the bed move from downstairs.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay, sport. Just try and get some sleep. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
Dad closed the door and went back downstairs. I’m not sure which was scarier, the fact that Dad almost caught me doing something I probably shouldn’t or him seeing me wear those training pants. I’m not even sure he believed what I told him. What I do know is that my stiffie was no longer there and my weenie was now damp. I pat the front of my pants and in shock I realize that the close encounter with Dad must’ve made me pee myself without realizing it. At least there’s no sign of a leak.
I make my way over to the bathroom to clean myself up. I look at the pants in the mirror and most of the special polka dots are missing. I pull them off and look at the trash bin and find it hasn’t been emptied yet. I place them in the bin but underneath some other garbage to cover my tracks. I dry off my weenie with a towel, flush the toilet to make it sound like I had to use it, wash my paws, and then head back to bed.
Of course, how can I sleep now after that? I can’t wait to try that again but really have to make sure that nothing like tonight happens. It’d be cool if I had the whole house to myself so I could play with my weenie whenever I felt like it and no one would bother me. Maybe even go around the house naked. Boy wouldn’t that be fun. Maybe do that with Joey one day if he wants to…maybe.