Growing Up As a Bedwetter

well as I said I have had many different experences relating to my bed wetting specail as a teen at boarding school no one bar the night nurce or staff new i wet the bed she would just come round every three hours wake me and send me to the toilet and if the bed was wet she would just change the sheets so when i came back from the toilet i would just get back into a nice dry bed.  however at hiome it was a different story my father was army though and though and lasyness as he called it was not tolorated i grew up in a family of 6 boys and one girl and two of use were bedwetter he was 5 years older than me.  every moring we would rise and have to mark our charts with a W (for wet) or a D (for dry) 

until 12 I would just get a spanking every so often for the wetting but on my 12th birthday this all changed up till then i would hear my brother getting a belting every saturday moring and had to sleep in his wet soiled bed every night till after his belting.  when i rose on my 12th birthday and went to the kitchedn as always still in my wet pjs there were a few presents on the table for me the first was a new plastic sheet for my bed the other was a long thin box which dad gave to me when i opened it it contained a long thick leather belt inscribed on it was "for bedwetter" he tole me to take it to my room where he followed me and made me hang it on my door he then ordered me to ***** my bed putting the new plastic sheet on it and the same soiled sheets then he told me to ***** and hand him all my pjs he said from this day on you will sleep naked and there will only be one wash day in this house from now on that being a sunday (it was monday) that night and and until sunday i had to sleep in my wet bed every night nothing was mentioned again about the bedwetting till saturday night when just before I went to bed dad said :do not rise boy till i have been in" when i woke that sunday moring wet yest again at around 7am he came in closed the door toke the leather belt off the door and came over to my bed pulling the blankets back showing a very wet bed that had been soiled every night he just look then told me to get on my stomach as he pulled me down the bed till my face was in the wetest part as he rubbed my face in it then proceeded to dish out a sound belting of 25 strokes.  when he was done he just said now take those sheet to the bath room and wash thenm this ment taking them and washing them by hand in the bath i was not permited any cotheing at this time for the next two hours i had to just keep washing them till every stain was out then he came in and gave me a pair of shorts and tole me to take them out and hang them on the line when i returned he sent me to the toilet made me drop my shorts to my feet put my hands on head and just stand there looking at the toilet bowl so everyone that passed the toilet could see my red *** i had to stay there for about three hours till the sheet were dry then i would be sent out to bring them back in and remake my bed once the bed was remade i would then have to go to the kitchen and sit at the table and write out two hounred time :i must learn to use the toilet at night no my bed" once this was conplete nothing more was siad about it till the following sunday when it would all be repeated again as i got older so did the number of stroke i got till i was 15 when he just stopped and i was just made to sleep in it and nothing was siad about it   I was greatful i only spend school hoilidays at home so only got this when home for the break unlike my older brother who got the same treatment every saturday morning 

today I have mix feelsing about the bedwetting some parts of me say i still need to be punished for it i stopped wetting every night when i was 17 but it started again mid twnetys of and on however today i am now wetting tow to three nights a week have been told it relates to stress