I was a serious bedwetter as a young child and then finally stopped when I was 6 or 7. I was happy to be over that but when I hit age 12, unsure if it had anything to do with puberty, I started wetting again. It became a regular problem and my mother more or less turned a blind eye to the fact that she had a teenager wetting the bed. I was happy about this because the idea of her approaching me on the subject was terribly embarrassing.
But then my sister came along with the authority to punish me and she decided she wasn’t going to just ignore that I was wetting the bed.
The first time she notice my wet sheets she didn’t punish me about it, she just clearly told me that it was no longer going to be ignored. She told me the next time I wet my bed she wanted me to confess it to her and then we would discuss the consequences. She said it in such a tone that didn’t seem angry so I felt actually willing to confess.
When it happened several days later, I woke up, changed out of my wet underwear, and then went across the hall. I didn’t realize how embarrassing it was going to be to say out loud that I’d wet the bed until it became the moment to admit it. But I did. She didn’t seem angry. We went into my room and looked at my bed. She helped me take the wet sheets off and told me I would have to wash them after school.
At no point did she seem angry, instead she seemed willing to help me with the situation. Finally she mentioned a punishment, saying that she would discuss it with me in detail after school but she wanted me to know that I was grounded. She said the way it would work is that I would be able to stop being grounded by going 7 days without wetting the bed. If I continued to wet, I would remain grounded, but one week with a dry bed would get me out of it.
I should say now that I know the understanding is that punishing someone for wetting the bed is not the correct approach, but this was less accepted back then and I think she was genuinely trying to give me the type of punishment that would help me stop wetting. It seemed like the most positive punishment she’d ever given me.
After school she presented me with an empty notebook and gave me a sentence to write over and over. Considering how many times I wrote it, I should remember what it was but I don’t. She assigned me to write it 1000 times and told me to work on it while I was washing my sheets. I did exactly as I was told.
When I was done, she looked over my writing and approved it. Then she told me that because I had been good and confessed that I’d wet the bed, that was going to be my whole punishment. But she said that she would be checking my bed periodically to make sure I’m confessing it when it happens and if she catches me not confessing she will spank me.
I admit I was shocked when she said that because even though she had once spanked me along with my mother, she had never actually spanked me entirely on her own, and I didn’t think she ever would. But I guess I was wrong.
Things continued like this for a long time. I would go for a while without wetting the bed and I would get some freedom, and other times I would wet over and over and remain grounded for a while. Each time I would write that same sentence 1000 times and I filled more than one notebook.
She would randomly check my bed two or three times a week, almost never on weekends, and I was able to wet a few times and risk her not finding out. But I was careful about it because I knew there was always a chance she’d check.
Many months later, I was in her room one day being nosy with her stuff when she surprised me by coming home and quickly running to her room. I didn’t have time to leave so I hid in the closet. She never closed her closed door, so I had to leave it open to not be suspicious, and it was hard to hide in there with the door open, but I did my best.
Turns out she had been invited to someone’s pool and she had come home to quickly change into her swimsuit. She stripped completely and then put on her swimsuit and I watched the whole thing. I had never seen her naked before and I immediately felt embarrassment and guilt for seeing that.
The very submissive side of me made those feelings of shame and guilt stay with me, and I really felt like I had done something very bad. The following Saturday morning I woke up from having a naughty dream and I was feeling very aroused and guilty at the same time. I was in a dry bed, but I started thinking about how if I wet the bed and didn’t confess I could get my sister to spank me, and at that moment for some reason that felt like a really good idea.
I didn’t spend much time thinking about it, I just emptied my bladder right there in bed on purpose and enjoyed feeling the warmth of it. Normally when I would wet in my sleep I would wake up in a cold wet bed so the freshness and warmth was almost nice.
There was a normal routine I followed when I woke in a wet bed. First I would take of my wet underwear and rinse them out in the sink the bathroom I shared with my sister. Then I would go confess before I did anything else because not confessing right away might give the impression I was trying to hide it. But in this case I wanted to seem like I was hiding it.
I was hoping she’d come out of her room and see me rinsing out my wet underwear, so I kept standing at the sink rinsing them for a long time. But she didn’t come out and I eventually gave up. Normally I would take the underwear and put it in a laundry basket that would also get my wet sheets. In hindsight, I’m not sure why I always rinsed out the underwear only to put it into the laundry, but it was just a normal thing at the time.
In this case, I took the rinsed out underwear and put them in a spot that was visible in my room but would also look like I was making an attempt to hide them. Then I went into the bathroom and shut the door. While I was sitting in there, I heard my sister come out of her room and go into mine, and I could only hope that she noticed what I had left visible for her.
I left the bathroom and was about to go into the kitchen when she came out of her room and played innocent that she was about to going to check my bed. Clearly she already knew because it was highly unusual for her to do this on a Saturday. I realized I had to act like I didn’t want her to find the wet bed to make this seem more real. So first I tried to play it off like checking was unnecessary.
When that didn’t work of course, I just straight up confessed. I knew that would be the logical way to play it. I told her I had been just about ready to tell her that I’d wet the bed. Of course that didn’t play with the fact that I had just tried to talk her out of checking. And that I’d clearly not followed my normal procedure of admitting it right after I rinse out my underwear.
Fortunately, she did as I was hoping and called me out an my obvious lie. She emphasized that not only would she have to punish me for wetting the bed and not confessing, but also for lying.
I didn’t know what would happen next because she’d never spanked me before. She seemed to be thinking about it too, and then she said that since my bed was wet with pee she would have to spank me on her bed. Then she paused, seemed to think about that, and then changed her mind and told me she wanted me to lay in my own pee while getting spanked.
That wasn’t something I’d expected. She instructed me to strip completely naked and lay down on my bed. I knew she had the authority to tell me what to do, including the authority to spank me, but I admit it was almost shocking to be told by my sister to take my clothes off. But I reminded myself that the whole reason that I’d wanted to be punished was because I had seen HER naked, so this was a big part of my punishment.
I took my clothes off and stood there naked in front of her, feeling extremely embarrassed, but wanting to feel that way. I had just dropped my clothes at my feet and she pointed down at them and told me to fold them neatly. It was almost as if she knew this humiliation of being naked was exactly the punishment I needed.
I laid down on the bed and she spanked me with her hands. It was the first time being spanked by someone other than my mother and it was interesting to note that my sister spanked harder.
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