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Setup This section was taken from a Quora post . Names have been altered to keep the anonymity of the people involved. My wife's lover is a financially successful businessman and was an All-American college athlete. He also is a board member of a posh local country club and is an accomplished amateur golfer. One Friday evening a few years ago, Mommy (my wife) told me that George (her lover) was playing golf Saturday AM and that he wanted to take me along. I had only played mini-golf and was excited to have a chance to play on a real golf course. I rose early on Saturday to iron my best pair of dark grey Dockers dress slacks and then put on a Teal Blue RL Polo golf shirt. Mommy is an early riser, but she had invited George to spend the night. So I made morning coffee and waited… George and Mommy have been lovers for nearly 7 years. But he had been out of town for a few days on business so it was no big surprise to overhear the mattress thumping and the unmistakable gasps and exhortations of a women's orgasm as my Mommy was being laid and satisfied by George in the master bed. I have been celebate since 2012… I have learned to respect George for being the man he is and even look up to him as a mentor and role model. So listening to him take a man's pleasure like that wasn't the most humiliating part of the day. I heard soft voices after they finished and then they showered. Mommy is a beautiful woman. She emerged from the bedroom 1st with her make-up looking perfect. She wore a fashionable summer sundress over a bathing suit. George and Mommy have their own circle of friends and she planned to relax at the pool while the men played golf. George finally emerged from the bedroom and sat with Mommy at the breakfast table. He also wore dark athletic slacks and a royal blue RL polo shirt with his country club logo embroidered on the right sleeve. I brought the coffee I had made to them and began to pour it into their mugs. I said good morning to George who looked at me and started to laugh. He looked at Mommy and asked quickly, “Why is he dressed like this” ? Mommy answered, “Didn't you say you were taking him golfing today?” George laughed again. “ I AM taking him golfing, but I want him to be my caddy” Then Mommy giggled and said, “I was surprised but I actually thought you wanted him to be your golf partner". George explained “This is a father & son golf tourney for charity. The men are bringing their sons to caddy for them. I have no children so I thought he might enjoy being my caddy boy" Mommy gushed saying that George's offer was thoughtful and that I should thank him. I did say thank you but I was very disappointed and felt ashamed. George had been speaking to Mommy as if I wasn't there. The ultimate humiliation was his instructions. George looked over at me and told me “You have to get changed. Club tournament rules only permit the men golfing to wear slacks. Caddy's and boys are required to wear beige khaki shorts, white socks, black sneakers.” He went to say that the caddies would be given a club t-shirt to wear and a bib emblazoned with the name of the man golfing. Mommy looked at George with adoring pride. Then told me to hurry to my room and get changed so we wouldn't be late. Less than a minute after I entered “my” room, mommy walks in and begins to tell me George is if we don’t hurry up… She begins to underdress me, and redress, as if I’m a toddler, constantly reminding me how happy I should be that daddy (George) is willing to take me on this father/son golf tournament. By the time she’s done dressing me and pushing me out the door towards the kitchen I look like an overgrown toddler, with extra short pants, long socks and a nice plain t-shirt that’ll be replaced whatever the club has to offer. As I was being pushed out the door by mommy, I suddenly remembered that I haven’t had anything to eat since last night. When I told her, she replied that daddy has some granola bars he might share with you. I then found myself, with no keys or wallet standing in front of George’s car, with my own home locked behind me. George motioned for me to come towards the trunk, and there he explained the different types of clubs he has, and which he uses when. He said that he’ll tell me what he needs, but it is up to me to know which is which. When he was done he opened the back passenger door and motioned for me to get in. As he was driving towards the club (a 15-20 minute ride) he explained the rules of the day. Rules: You are to follow club rules. Throughout the day, you will call me Sir You’re required to do the exact same activities as the other kids, ideally the same as the youngest kid there. For every club you get wrong, there’s a spanking at the end of the hole. If you miss more than 2 clubs per hole you’ll get a bare bottom spanking Finally, you will not talk to any other adult, unless spoken to. All males are replied to as Sir, while women may be replied to as Mame. If she’s one of your mommy’s friends you may refer to her as aunty. Is that clear?! The rest of the ride was silent… Pre-Game By the time we had arrived a bunch of mommy and George’s friends were there with their kids. I was pleasantly surprised to see Pam, her bull Jim and her husband / his caddy Bobby. Pam quickly came over to us and gave George a hug, turned to me with a smile. Without saying much, she took my hand and, almost like a child, led me to get changed. Once she’d swapped my shirt, she guided me over to Bobby and, with a teasing grin, asked if either of us needed to use the restroom. When we both said "no," she simply ignored our answers and, almost on instinct, ushered us toward the bathroom to give it a try. Bobby was able to go, but I couldn’t manage even a drop. “I haven’t had breakfast,” I mentioned to Aunt Pam, and she quickly reached into her purse, pulling out a granola bar and handing it to me. When we returned to Sir, the event was just about to begin. I was instructed to carry Sir’s big bag as he walked with his friends toward the course. Game The first few holes were pretty uneventful. Bobby, an avid golfer, was focused on helping Sir choose the right clubs and equipment each time. However, at some point, Jim noticed that Bobby was also giving me a hand and mentioned it to Sir. Sir didn’t take kindly to it. He got angry and told me to come stand by him, his voice sharp. From that moment, things took a turn for the worse, not just for me, but for George as well… Mommy showed up around the fourth hole, just in time to watch and cheer us on, though her arrival did little to ease the tension. By the time we reached the fourth hole, I couldn’t seem to pick the right club at the right moment. George was already far behind in terms of par, while I was struggling just to stay upright after the numerous spankings I’d received. Each one seemed to take more out of me than the last. By the sixth hole, the pressure in my bladder became undeniable. I could feel the urgent need to pee, and when I mentioned it to Sir, he simply told me to go ask Mommy or Aunt Pam. Both of them gave me the same answer: if I was a big boy, I should be able to hold it until the end of the round—nine holes in total. Mommy took it a step further, saying that if I couldn’t hold it until the end of the game, maybe I wasn’t big enough to be Daddy’s caddy after all. Her words stung, adding to the pressure I was already feeling. It wasn’t just about holding it anymore—it was about proving I could handle the responsibility, even if I was barely holding it together. The eight hole was the worst for me. Due to the rising bladder, I couldn’t concentrate on the club George wanted, and it had taken me too long to bring him his club. This time he didn’t even wait till the end of the hole. He simply dragged me by the ear to a nearby bench and began to spank me butt naked. What stopped him from continuing was when the pee from the previous hole began leaking on his trousers. Next thing I knew, mommy was putting me in a diaper, telling me to suck my thumb, as George stood over me wearing what appeared to be my pants. Drive Home The drive home was crazy. George was mad he lost the game, mommy tried to calm him down. But he insisted that I’m nothing more than a baby, and it’s all because she’s over protective of me. Then it all of us, foul odor,, I had stenched my diaper. We got home, mommy changed me and while it was still daylight put me to bed. Before she closed the door for the night, she said “you know you’re no longer a man, but rather a baby. Right?...”