Chapter 3: Rising Action
The morning after, a Saturday, Kyle woke up before Jay. This was pretty unusual, Kyle quickly realised the bed was wet again and was resigned to putting his new plan into action - starting when Jay woke up.
Jay stirred, slowly opening his eyes to the familiar sight of Kyle sitting on the edge of the bed, a stern look on his face. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and immediately felt the cold, damp sheets beneath him. His heart pounded, and he looked down, trying to hide his body with the sheets.
Kyle's eyes narrowed as he took in the state of the bed. "Fuck, Jay," he growled. "Again? Really?"
Jay's face flushed with shame, and he looked away. "I'm sorry, Kyle," he mumbled. "I don't know what to say.
Kyle calmly remove the sheets, pulled the soaked undies off Jay, then pulled him over his lap, in a now familiar position - though this time his face was face down in the pee wet patch.
Not messing about, Kyle just dutifully and firmly smacked Jays bum red raw, no warm up this time. The tears came quickly.
Jay's ass was on fire, the stinging slaps from Kyle's hand echoing through the room like a harsh, punishing symphony. The smell of piss filling his nostrils as his face was pressed into the damp sheets. It was humiliating, and yet, there was something about it that made his cock throb, his body aching for more.
"Fuck, Jay," Kyle growled, his voice laced with frustration and desire. "You're a goddamn mess. Can't even keep your fucking sheets dry."
Jay let out a whimper, his ass clenching as another slap landed.
Kyle kept going before stopping, Jay thought it was over - it was not.
Kyle reached for a belt he had placed in reaching distance the night before, a blubbering Jay listened carefully.
"Listen Jay, from now on I am going to take charge, each time you pee yourself you can expect this treatment, and if that doesn't help - I am sure we can be more creative."
Kyle then said "this is one way.. there are others" bother whacking Jay 5 times with the doubled up belt - easily more effective than the hand spanking.
Jay yelped with each blow, his body tensing as the belt struck his already sore ass. The blows were sharp, stinging, and left welts that would surely bruise. The sound of the belt against flesh filled the room, a harsh, brutal symphony that left Jay's eyes watering and his nose running.
"Please, Kyle," he begged, his voice muffled by the sheets. "Please, I can't take anymore."
But Kyle didn't stop. He brought the belt down again, the leather whistling through the air before connecting with a crack against Jay's ass.
Kyle then stopped, sensing he had made his point.
He had - Jay realised Kyle meant it this time.
He apologised for being so lax with the bedwetting etc. and promised to do better and remembering to wipe.
over the coming weeks, for the most part things improved, with some spankings along the way of course. Down to maybe 3 a week instead of 6 or 7, which was definitely a big win from Kyle - even if he was missing the thrill of it.
One night, Jay woke up with an urgent need. He shifted in bed, trying to hold it in, but it was no use. He let out a soft whimper as warm liquid soaked into the sheets beneath him.
Kyle stirred beside him, a low growl escaping his lips as he took in the scent of piss. "Fuck, Jay," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.
Jay's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what was coming.
Kyle just rolled over, saying "we'll deal with it in the morning" - a short but unexpected reprieve for Jay, it was just enough to allow him to get back to sleep.
The anticipation was almost unbearable. The bed linens were cold and damp beneath him, a harsh reminder of his transgression. He held his breath as Kyle's hand gripped his shoulder, pushing him onto his stomach.
The room was filled with the rustle of clothing being discarded. Jay's heart pounded in his chest as he heard the unmistakable sound of a belt being pulled through loops. He tried to wiggle away, but Kyle's hand pressed firmly between his shoulders, holding him in place.
"Stay still, you fucking little brat," Kyle commanded, his voice thick with desire.
Jay could feel the warm breeze of the bedroom on his bare ass, which was still aching from the night before. He held his breath as he heard the leather belt whistling through the air before it landed with a sharp crack on his already tender flesh.
"Ow! Fuck! That hurts, Kyle!" Jay yelped, his hands clenching into fists as he tried to suppress the tears that were welling up in his eyes. The pain was intense, but it was the humiliation that really got to him. He was a grown man, for Christ's sake, not some fucking kid who couldn't control his bladder.
"This is the last time we wake up to wet sheets" snarled Kyle before stopping, he was never a morning person so the snarling didn't surprise Jay, it was the 'This is the last time' bit.
Even if he wanted to stay dry at night he knew there was no way, not every night, not even if he was extra careful.
Jay pondered this for the rest of the day on and off.
Bedtime came and Kyle seemed oddly excited, given this morning, that was a surprise, Jay decided to have a shower after Kyle, when her came to the bedroom, Kyle had a wide smile, clearly pleased with himself.
On the bed was something white and thick - it appeared to be a diaper!