It might seem a little out of the ordinary, but at 17 I still quite enjoyed spending time with my Mum, and that included going away on holiday with her. I could have gone away with the few friends that I had, but I didn’t Mum to feel that she had to away by herself. Since my Dad walked away years ago, it was just me and her. I know she had tried dating other guys, not that she ever told me but nothing really seemed to work out for her.
So here we were at the caravan site. It was towards the end of the season when we would visit, it wasn’t hot, it wasn’t particularly lively, just the usual British caravan site. We couldn’t really afford to go abroad, and going end of season meant it was always relatively cheap. We generally visited the same site every year. Mainly because Mums friends owned the caravan we stayed in and they charged us a minimal fare. It wasn’t your bog standard caravan, it was a static home, with a nice little decked area outside for whenever it was sunny. It had all the mod cons, TV, DVD player, games console, 2 double bedrooms, kitchen area and toilet. Sadly it was just lacking a shower, but the shower block was only 5 minutes walk away so it wasn’t too bad. We had arrived mid-afternoon, I unpacked the car, Mum rustled up a spot of dinner and I did a bit of exploring. Well I say exploring, the place hadn’t changed much from the previous years of visiting. There was an on-site shop, bar, entertainment area, kids park, crazy golf and just over the banks behind our home was the beach. I wandered over there and as usual it was pretty desolate. There were a couple of people far out at the edge of the water, but barring that it was just murky sand and wind. Looking around the rest of the caravan park, it was pretty dead. From the hundred or so vans on site, I counted 3 or 4 that looked occupied which was typical for end of season. Most of the owners had shut down for the season, with overcast weather and most attractions closed there was little demand bar people like us.
“Ryan, do you want to head over to the shower block before Eve closes them for the evening? I’m going out with her later, so you’ve got the place to yourself.”
She handed me a towel and I headed over to the shower block. It was quite a luxurious shower block, individual shower units with high powered hot showers. It was probably better than most at home showers. Whilst I was showering Mum banged on the door to take my clothes so she could put them in the washer whilst I showered. Once I was done I towelled myself and unlocked the door, where Mum was standing outside waiting for me.
“I thought we would get this done here and now. After i’m going to get the washing, take it to Eve’s to dry and probably go straight for there. If we get this done here at least I know it’s done incase you fall asleep in the van, and you can always just put your pants on back at the van.”
Mum was stood right next to the changing table with a nappy resting on it. I knew exactly what the nappy was, a Tena Slip Maxi. The same nappy she had me wear every year we had gone on holiday and all because of one silly accident when I was 12 years old. On that visit, unexpectedly I had wet the bed, It was the first time I wet the bed in years, but Eve found out when doing the inspection and charged mum a vast amount for a new mattress. So ever since Mum had made sure that after 7pm she would put a nappy on me so nothing would get ruined. And she had even purchased a pair of plastic pants incase I was wetting.
“Please Mum, seriously? I’m 17 years old and you’re seriously thinking I need to wear a nappy. I haven’t wet the bed in years, this is getting silly now.”
“We have this same argument every year and every year is the same outcome. I can’t afford to have you ruin another mattress. I won’t take the chance of it happening again. Don’t think I won’t spank you either.”
Mum wasn’t of a particularly domineering nature, nor was she a disciplinarian. But every now and again she had this mean streak, a nature that made me stand to attention as it were. Her tone and manner would send a shiver down my spine and as she opened the nappy and set it out for me to lie on, I knew it was inevitable.
“We can either do this now whilst there’s just you and I in here or we can do it when someone walks in. The choice is yours.”
She stood there, one hand on her hip and the other pointing towards the nappy. Resistance was futile.As I dropped my towel, I clambered on to the changing table and just closed my eyes. Mum dropped a plentiful supply onto my groin, gripped my ankles and expertly lifted my legs to expose and powder my bum before releasing them. She spread them slightly and taped the nappy on me. She helped me off the table and patted my backside, adjusting the leg cuffs slightly. I stood there and looked at myself in the mirror, against the backdrop of my semi-tanned body, the crispness of the white nappy stood out a mile. At 17 years old there I was stood helpless in a nappy and all for the sake of an accident 5 years ago.
“Right, i’m going to head over to the launderette to pick up the washing, I’ll head over Eve’s and be back later.”
She had left before I had even a chance to ask the questions. She had left me in a complete state. I looked around, in the stalls, by the changing table and on the floor, but I had no clothes to wear. Mum had obviously been in and taken the clothes i had worn to the shower block to the launderette as well. All I had was my flip flops and this nappy, that every time I moved it emitted a deafening crinkling noise. I had no idea where the launderette was so trying to get to mum was no use. And I couldn’t hang about the shower blocks because somebody would be over to close them shortly or knowing my luck, somebody would come in and see me.
I stood there for a few more minutes contemplating my predicament, a predicament where my mind was about to be made up for me. I stuck my head out of the door and noticed the cleaner was heading over to the block armed with her mop and bucket. Directly opposite the entrance to the shower block was the cleaners office. I prayed that she was heading that way, it might give me a short window to escape the shower block. But that would mean I would have to run for it, and head for my caravan. In my head I planned the route,from memory I remembered there was one, possibly two vans that were occupied.
I hid just inside the doorway as the cleaner went past, the plan was in motion as she entered the cleaning cupboard and that was my cue to get out of the shower block. I dashed out, i didn’t even look over my shoulder, I didn’t care if she saw me from behind. I headed towards a van I knew was unoccupied and gathered my breath for a second. I had 4 rows of vans to negotiate from here, the first occupied one was in front of me. I leaned round the corner and glimpsed a couple just entering the van. Whilst there backs were turned I dashed past there van and straight behind another, that looking through the window I knew was empty. I could feel the goose pimples and hairs all over my body standing on end through fear and the adrenaline rush. The next slightly worrying thing was the weather, the wind was picking up a fair bit and as I looked to the sky,the white afternoon clouds had been replaced by grim, dark evening clouds. Regaining my composure I just dashed straight to my van. I ran onto the decking, clattering into the concrete plant pot and grabbed the door handle. My heart sank, the handle didn’t budge. The door was locked and in my haste, I realised the key was in the clothes mum had took. Then, I perked up, I remembered there was usually a key under the plant pot. I lifted it hoping with optimism that there would be a key. My heart sank when all that was there was the outline of the key in the dampness. Speaking of dampness, as I felt disappointment, the howling of the wind and the crinkling of my nappy was interrupted by what i can only describe as a rather terrifying clap of thunder. So loud and so much of a shock to me that I let out quite the torrent of pee. I looked down at myself to see the crisp wet had now been replaced by a darker white, much like the sky. Accompanying the thunder, was the rain and an instant it started bucketing it down. I just turned round and sat on the step, despondent. I looked down at my knee, the trickles of rain had turned the graze where I hit the plant pot into a trickle of blood running down my shin. I sat with my chin slouched into my hands as the rain started to come down.
As the rain started to come down, my despondency was interrupted by a banging on the window from the caravan opposite. I looked up to a see a hand banging on the glass, I could barely make out through the rain that the hand was beckoning me towards the van. It was a catch-22 situation, either stuck out in the rain and risk getting hit by thunder, or get inside the van with a stranger, the latter option was my choice.
I walked across the grass, into the door that was ajar. The relief to be in the warm was good, but the apprehension and nervousness about who was in here was making my heart pound. I stood in the corridor, waiting for what felt like an eternity as the door to the main area opened. The door was opened by a female, she had a dressing gown on, her hair wrapped in a towel obviously she had just been showering.
“Hi, are you OK? Come in, come in…”
I just stood nervously as she again beckoned me to come in. I took my trainers off, I was always courteous when entering someone else’s property. There was a silence, broken with the steps I took and the crinkling of the nappy.
“I’m Nicki, Eve’s daughter. Please take a seat, I’ll get some disinfectant and the first aid kit for your knee.”
I could meagrely reply. I didn’t want to sit down on the settee as I was wet from the rain. She disappeared out of the room and came back shortly with supplies and a towel. I quickly dried myself off, and sat down on the settee. She brought a stool over and sat down in front of me.
“Is your Mum Janet?”
“Yeah. She’s gone over to see Eve.”
“Cool I’ll give her a ring now and let her know what’s going on.”
Nicki got back up again and fetched her phone and called her mum, asking to speak to my mum.
“Hi, Janet, Yeah he’s fine, it appears he got locked out of the van. He’s had a bit of an accident…” She chuckled before continuing, “…No, not in his nappy. He’s banged his knee and got a small cut. I’m just treating it now… a couple of hours. He will be fine here, just knock on when you’re back. Bye.”
I must have turned a thousand shades of red when she mentioned the nappy. I mean she couldn’t struggle to miss it. I was wearing only that now and she was kneeling right in front of me.
“So come on, let’s address the elephant in the room. What’s with the nappy?”
“It’s a long and stupid story. Basically like 5 years ago we stayed in the van and I wet the bed. It’s the first and last time I ever did it. It seems stupid but every time we visit now she makes me wear a stupid nappy for bed.I’m 17 and she still makes me do it.”
“Oh i’m sure mum has mentioned you before. She gets mad when kids wet the bed. She’s always joked that all kids staying in her vans should be in bedtime pull ups or nappies.”
I just smiled back as she cleaned up my knee. Disinfectant stings, like you wouldn’t believe. This stuff was supposed to be good for you. Once she had finished, she put a plaster on it, probably just for it effect seeing as it looked like a kids plaster.
“There you go, all done. So, how come you’re in the nappy now?”
“Mum thought it would be a good nappy to change me after my shower. But inadvertently she took all my clothes, with the key in. And i thought there was a spare key under the pot. But that’s missing as well.”
“Is it wet because of the rain or…”
“Well, like I heard the clap of thunder and it kinda caught me off guard.”
Could I have gone any redder? I mean not only was i sat in front of her in a nappy, but she had also noticed i had peed in it.
“I was supposed to be going out tonight with a couple of friends but the weather has put paid to that. I’m just going to get dressed. Feel free to put the TV on.”
She handed me the remote, before sticking the fire on and leaving the room.
I had time to recompose myself and think about Nicki. I’d hazard a guess she was early 20’s, from the picture on the side she had shoulder length brown hair. She wasn’t fat, nor was she skinny, I actually had this little crush on her. She had an infectious smile, thinking back to the last 10 minutes she never once stopped smiling. Or was she just laughing at me and my predicament.
I pulled the curtain behind me back slightly to the rain was not torrential. Like you couldn’t see more than a few feet ahead, typically british weather. I thanked my lucky stars that Nicki had allowed me into her place. A rumble of thunder in the distance reminded me that had I still been out there, the consequences could have been disastrous.