Steve’s Diaper Discipline: My History

 

Chapter 1

 

 

Outline:

 

I was an only child to “well-to-do” parents who spent more time worrying about their social lives than paying attention to me. At an early age I discovered one way to get attention was to wet the bed and later I progressed to wetting and messing my pants.

It all started at age 6 and initially my mother thought it was normal so her solution was to put me back in diapers to save on laundry and to hopefully shame me into changing my ways.

 

At age 13 I did something awful to embarrass my parents and my mom took drastic measures to punish me, stop me from seeing my friends, teach me a lesson and it would forever have an effect on me.

 

My Story:

 

As an only child I was spoiled from an early age with material things but not with attention. My father was a successful businessman who traveled continuously, when he was home he and my mother entertained clients and attended social gatherings. My mother enjoyed the trappings of being a rich wife and didn’t hesitate to go shopping 3-4 times a week or “do lunch” with her friends. I on the other hand seemed to be an afterthought and starved attention.

 

I recall being slow in potty training and this frustrated my mother, looking back maybe I was doing it on purpose in order to keep my mother’s attention. I also enjoyed the feeling of a wet diaper but didn’t like the teasing I got from my little friends at the age of 3-4. I think it was the teasing that pushed me to give up my diapers much to the relief of my mother.

 

However, at age 6 when I started Grade One something tweaked inside me and for some unknown reason I started wetting the bed at night. The first few times mom said nothing but by the time it happened 2-3 times in a week mom resorted to putting a plastic sheet on my bed and waking me up a few times a night to go use the bathroom. It was in the second or third week of these wettings that mom finally got a little more drastic in her approach. She woke me up one Saturday or Sunday morning to discover that I had wet again she scolded me,

 

“This has gone on long enough if you’re going to act like a baby I’m going to put you back into diapers just like a baby!”

 

Without another word she sat down on the edge of the bed took me by the arm and pulled me across her knee. With one quick yank my pj bottoms were down around my ankle and she delivered 5-6 solid smacks on my moist bottom. I was crying more from the shock and shame of the spanking than the pain as she sent me into the bathroom to get cleaned up while she removed the wet bedding.

 

Mom was so angry with me that I was forced to spend the day inside instead of with my friends, I whined and complained so she sent me over to my grandparents home while she went out shopping. It was just before dinner when my mom called me up to her room, I walked in and there on the bed lay piles of cloth diapers, plastic baby pants, baby powder, cream and baby pins.

I remember stopping in my tracks but before I could turn and run she firmly grabbed me by the arm and lead me over to her bed.

 

She sat me down and spoke to me in firm yet kind motherly voice, “Now Stephen this bedwetting has got to stop but in the meantime you are going to have to wear diapers and baby pants to bed every night until you prove to me that you’re a big boy and can stay dry at night. Do you understand?”

 

“But I promise to stay dry”, I complained.

 

Mom would not listen to my objections as she began to unbutton my pants then firmly pushed me into the laying position to remove my underpants. I whimpered and to quiet me she reached over and gently shoved a baby’s pacifier in my mouth,

 

“There, there quiet down while mommy diapers you.”

 

She swiftly slid 2 thick cloth diapers under my bottom, lifted my legs and spread a thick glob of white cream over my bum and between my cheeks as I struggled. I’ll never forget the weird feeling as she pulled the thick, soft cloth up between my legs and pinned them on very snugly. Next came the plastic baby pants which she held up, gave them a shake to figure out which way was front and pushed them up my legs and over my diapers.

 

She pulled me to my feet and had me stand in front of her while she adjusted the plastic pants to make sure the diapers were sealed inside. I could see myself in the full-length mirror hanging on the back of her door, my thick diapers filled the plastic pants creating a big bulge in the front and a very rounded bottom that made my bum look huge.

 

I was not too pleased with the situation and as a result my mom put me in my room for a nap while she prepared dinner, she warned me that if I removed my diapers she’d make me wear them to school which was warning enough for me not to do it.

 

Dad came home that evening and was shocked to find me in the family room wearing diapers and a t-shirt just like a toddler. He was far from pleased about my wetting and agreed with my mom’s choice of diapers.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

All through Grade 1 and most of Grade 2 I was regularly diapered in the evening without much fuss on my part, none of my friends knew of my diapers but half way through 2^nd Grade that all changed. It was during recess on a cold winter day when I had a “big accident”, I suddenly had to poo and went inside to use the washroom. The teacher monitor stopped me in the hallway and as she unzipped my snow pants my bowels rumbled and I filled my pants with a big soft load. She was an older lady and not the nicest teacher, she got very angry and marched me to the nurse’s office where she called my mother.

 

Mom came to school and was furious with me, she assumed that I had messed my pants on purpose to get attention and because of this incident she was missing an engagement with a friend. She cleaned me up and took me home where mom really got upset with me. She didn’t believe for the second that it was an accident and that now I was messing my pants as a form of rebellion. She sent me to my room and a few hours later informed me that I would be grounded for a month and during that time I would be sent to school with diapers on under my clothes.

 

It turned out that younger kids in my school often wore diapers and the school had arrangements for these types of situations. To avoid too much embarrassment I was excused from Gym class and the school nurse would handle any accidents and diaper changes. Within the first 2 days my friends noticed my plastic pants exposed at the back of my pants and I was relentlessly teased at recess and at lunchtime. I was so upset that I wet my pants but instead of going to the nurse to get changed I suffered through afternoon classes in a wet diaper.

 

One afternoon on the way home from school some of the older kids tormented me, they had heard about my diapers so during the walk home through a wooded area they cornered me. They teased me calling me, “Baby Stevie”, “Pee-pee Pants” and wanted to know if I needed my diaper changed.

 

I started to cry and one of the boys pushed me down to the ground and held me while a couple of others pulled down my baggy pants to reveal my diapers and plastic baby pants. They howled with laughter as I ran home bawling like a baby. Mom was so upset, she cuddled and soothed me like a baby. The boys were severely reprimanded but it did little good for me because every kid in the school now knew I wore diapers.

 

For the next few years I was diapered at night when my wetting problems arouse. By the time I was 13 and entered high school I was starting to rebel, create problems at school, hang out with the wrong crowd and experiment with drugs. My spoiled upbringing and lack of attention from my parents was starting to show. What would happen near the end of 8^th Grade would be drastic and effect me forever.

 

Chapter 3

 

All through Elementary school I was teased about wearing diapers to school. The switch to high school was a chance for me to start off with new friends. I had begun to hang around with some of the rougher kids in school and as the months passed I became more and more disobedient, and it was that summer that I pushed my mother to the breaking point. I was already staying out late, drinking beer and smoking pot in the park and the final straw came the first week of summer vacation.

 

A group of us decided that it would be fun to break into a house to obtain some alcohol and as luck would have it a neighbor saw us and called the police. When they arrived we all ran but I was the only one who was caught. Due to our family’s prominence in the city my parents were spared the public humiliation of me being charged with “Breaking and Entering” instead the police officer brought me home and spoke directly with my mother. She was furious and guaranteed that she would deal with the situation and that nothing like this would ever happen again.

 

When the officers left she sent me to my room and instructed me to wait for her, it was almost an hour before she finally came in and I could see that she was still furious. Without a word she grabbed me by the arm and lead me down the hall towards her bedroom, before I knew what was happening she yanked down my pants and gave my bottom a hard swat through my underpants. She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me over her knee as if I were a small child.

 

The first few smacks were partially shielded by my underpants but then she pulled them down and continued on my bare bottom which stung. Soon I was struggling to break free but I was small for my age and my mother was a large person. The more I struggled the harder she hit me until I was now crying like a baby to make matters worse I lost control of my bladder and peed all over her lap and the bedspread. She finally stopped lead me back to my room and told me that I was grounded for the entire summer which meant I was not to leave the house without her permission.

 

It lasted all of 2 days before I snuck out one evening to meet my friends but mom discovered that I was gone and drove around looking for me. When she found me at a friend’s house she literally dragged me out of the house, smacked me on the bum a couple times my bladder was full and the sharp smacks caused me to pee my pants right beside the car, she just shook her head in disgust and drove home without a word.

 

It was about a week later when she revealed her planned punishment and way of controlling my behavior for the rest of the summer. One morning after getting out of the shower I discovered that she had locked all my clothing in the closet I went to her room and demanded to know what was going on. Mom closed the door and told me to sit down while she explained.

 

“You’ve demonstrated that I can’t trust you to stay alone in the house without running off to be with your delinquent friends, and now you leave me no choice but to take drastic measures to top it off. You can’t seem to control that bladder of yours. Your father and I have been much too lenient with you in your upbringing and now we are paying the price, you’ve embarrassed us in front of our friends and to prevent further embarrassment to the family I’ve guaranteed to the police that you will never cause any more problems in the town. So starting in the fall we are removing you from your regular school and will be attending a private Catholic school which has strict disciplinary rules and high scholastic expectations. In the meantime I’ve decided that the best way of teaching you a lesson is to take away your privileges and to confine you to the house until school starts. To ensure that you don’t pull the same stunt again you’re going to be in baby diapers and plastic pants 24 hours a day and you’re going to use them for their intended purpose. This will guarantee that you won’t be leaving the house and the discomfort of wearing a wet and messy diaper will hopefully break you of this habit.”

 

I swore at her, “There’s no f---ing way...” before I could finish the sentence she slapped me once across the face, the shock was worse than the pain but what came next was even worse.

 

I looked up and she was holding a thick cloth diaper and super large white plastic baby pants. I tried to run out of the room but she grabbed my arm, and told me to lie on the bed or I would regret it.

 

I’ll never forget the humiliation of lying there as she pinned the thick cloth diaper on me and slid the plastic baby pants up over the diaper. It was so thick that the plastic pants billowed out like a baby’s.

 

“There, I think that will prevent you from running off to be with your friends, won’t it?”

 

I was about to complain but the look on her face stopped me dead in my tracks.

 

“Get used to it, my little one, because for the next few months I’m going to treat you like a little baby boy. This will keep you under control and hopefully break you of this stupid wetting habit of yours. It certainly looks like I’m going to have to get some new pants and shorts for you to wear over those diapers because you’re not spending the entire summer at home. You’ve proven to me that you can’t be trusted alone and I’m not going to sit around looking after you during our glorious weather.”

 

 

Chapter 4

 

That afternoon thankfully mom left me at home while she went out shopping. All my clothing was locked away so I was trapped at home with nothing to wear except these thick diapers and plastic baby pants. She sat me down at the kitchen table with a pad of paper and pencil.

 

“I want to write the following sentence 300 times in my absence, ‘If I behave like a delinquent brat and can’t control my bladder like an infant I will be treated like one’, if you don’t complete them by the time I return you’ll have to deal the consequences. Do you understand?”

 

I nodded by head and slowly started to write while she watched over me. She chastised me for writing so slowly since she didn’t plan on being out for more than a few hours. I watched from the window as she drove down the long tree lined drive to the street. I contemplated my options for a few minutes and even double-checked the locked closet in the faint home. I could get my clothing and run away from home.

 

Mom was gone for a few hours and when she returned I was still far from completing my lines. Before even checking the lines she patted the bottom of my plastic pants and then reached inside to discover that they were still dry.

 

“Did you use the bathroom while I was gone?” she said in a accusing tone.

 

Even though I had I denied it mom sensed that I was not telling her the truth. She had that disapproving look on her face and when she checked my progress on the lines she got angry.

 

“Make it 500 lines, Stephen, and if you’re not done by bed time you can start again in the morning from zero!”

 

She went over to the refrigerator removed the pitcher full of orange juice and placed it in front of me along with a glass.

 

“I have some unpacking to do while I’m gone start drinking and don’t stop until the pitcher is empty.”

 

It was shortly before dinner when all that juice started to have its effect. I squirmed and fidgeted in the chair as mom stood over me with her arms crossed against her chest.

 

“Come with me!”

 

She grabbed me by the ear, causing me to yell out in pain and shock, she led me out of the kitchen and upstairs to my bedroom. She had attached hospital style handrails to my bed, effectively turning it into a type of crib, all the models and things a 13 year old would have in his room had been removed and in their place were stacks of cloth diapers, plastic pants, baby powder, diaper rash cream and safety pins.

 

”It’s time for your afternoon nap but first I want you to wet those diapers for me.”

 

I refused for a minute but the urge to pee was uncontrollable by now. Although I had wet myself many other times all of a sudden having my mother order me to pee while she watched was so humiliating. I started to whine, tears suddenly developed in my eyes as I released by bursting bladder into the thick soft diapers. Within seconds I could feel the diaper get heavy plus the flow was so strong that the diapers weren’t even absorbent enough to absorb the pee causing a pool of bright yellow pee to form in the crotch of the plastic pants.

 

Mom lead me over to the full length mirror and made me look at myself in a soaked diaper with a puddle of pee visible through the semi-transparent while plastic baby pants.

 

“Now I’ll change you after your nap I want you to fell the discomfort of a damp diaper for a few hours. Maybe a nice diaper rash will break you of your wetting habit.”

 

I could feel the sloshing inside my plastic pants as I walked uncomfortably over to my bed. Mom grabbed the waistband of the plastic pants and pulled then up towards my chest forcing the puddle of pee against the thick double diapers so it would be absorbed. I lay on my back and could feel the unmistakable coolness of a plastic mattress cover under my sheet, mom raised up the railing and warned me not to get out of bed until she returned. She pointed to the “baby monitor” on my nightstand which would notify her of the sound of me climbing over the railing.

 

She kissed me on the forehead, “There, there my baby sleep a little.”

 

Chapter 5

 

 

I lay there in my wet diaper and drifted off to sleep and was woken up by mom pulling down my plastic pants and unpinning the soaking wet diaper. I started to sit up but she gently pushed me back down on the mattress as she told me to lift my bum so that she could replace the diapers with a new dry one. I must have slept awfully heavily because she had somehow slid a changing pad under my bum before removing my plastic pants.

 

I was small for my age barely over 5 feet and skinny as a rail, combine that with my long straight hair, which was the style in 1976, I was an easy target for teasing at school. Mom was a tall, heavily built woman so she had no problems lifting me by the legs to raise my bum of the changing pad.

 

Before pinning the diaper into place she slid a couple of diaper liners under me first and proceeded to apply powder and cream to my bottom as if I were a baby.

 

“Don’t do that”, I pleaded still groggy from sleep.

 

She ignored me and then the unthinkable happened, while she rubbed the thick white cream around my balls and penis I started to get an erection.

 

“What is this all about? This is not suppose to be enjoyable, getting an erection is disgusting,” Mom exclaimed loudly.

 

She quickly flipped me over onto my stomach and smacked me again on my bare bottom until my struggles turned to squeals of pain. By the time she was done my erection was gone and she rediapered me.

 

“Don’t ever let me catch you masturbating or the next spanking will be with the wooden spoon!” she said in a stern voice.

 

She told me to put a T-shirt on and come down to the kitchen for dinner. I’ll never forget the humiliation of standing here with my head down while dressed in a short t-shirt and thick bulging diapers. Later that evening I’d find out what it feels like to do something real babies do...

 

 

Chapter 6

 

 

I sat at the table on the verge of tears, never looking up at my mom and slowly eating my dinner. I didn’t know what to say or do the last thing I wanted was to upset her again. When she was done I said in a soft voice,

 

“Would you like me to clear the table?”

 

“Yes”, was her only response.

 

I started to place the dishes in the sink when my glass slipped from the plate I balancing it on and smashed down on the tile floor.

 

“You did that on purpose didn’t you, you little brat?”

 

Before I could answer she swatted me on my padded bottom and pointed to the corner.

 

“Stand there with your nose pressed against the wall and your hands behind your back until I tell you to move. After I clean this up we’re going to have a chat and I’ll deal with you.”

 

I stood there for a couple hours during which time I peed my diapers twice because every time I started to squirm mom would tell me to stand still. The thought of what was going to happen next was more of a concern than my wet diapers. When she finally put an end to my “corner time” first she reached inside to feel how wet I was.

 

“Don’t think that you’re getting changed just because those diapers are damp you still need to experience what real babies feel before I’m going to change you.”

 

At the time I didn’t know what that meant however before the end of the day I would find out. She sat me back down at the kitchen table to finish writing my “lines” I had over hundred more to do but she told me that I only had an hour before bedtime, for every line not completed I would have to write 10 more in the morning.

 

I wrote like crazy but still had about 50 to go when she announced that it was bedtime. She looked the pages over and announced that tomorrow I would have to start over and the total was 500!!

 

“That’s not fair!” I whined.

 

“You should have thought before you embarrassed us by stealing, you have a lot to learn, young man, and over the next few months I’m going to make sure that you learn your lesson.”

 

She grabbed me by the arm and took me upstairs to get ready for bed, I brushed my teeth while she waited for me in my room. When I came in she was holding a one piece sleeper instead of my usual pajamas, I knew than to object and once she had my arms and legs in she zipped it up to my neck. I remember looking at my self in the mirror and noticing that the sleeper was made of thin pale blue material that did nothing to hide my diapers.

 

Next she took a small luggage lock and fed it thought the zipper and a ring she’d sewn into the neckband and locked it so I couldn’t remove the sleeper. She handed me a glass of water and 4 pills.

 

“Here these will help you sleep better after such a trying day”.

 

She laid me down, pulled the sheet up before kissing me on the forehead.

 

“Now you sleep I don’t want to leave your room until I come and get you in the morning. If you need me you cry out but you’re not to get out of bed. Do you understand?”

 

I nodded my head and even though it was still light out I was becoming so tired. Within minutes I drifted off to sleep.

 

I remember waking up some time in the middle of the night, the house was quiet and it was pitch black. I still felt very sleepy and it took a few minutes for things to come into focus. What I did realize that I had to poo so badly, my stomach was growling and I knew that I had to get to the bathroom fast. I jumped out of bed only to discover that I was locked in my room.

 

I banged on the door and called for my mom, within a minute she arrived.

 

“What did I tell you about getting out of bed!”

 

“I have to go to the bathroom”, I whined.

 

“Then go…….”,mom responded.

 

I assumed that she meant I could use the bathroom so I scooted by only feel her big hand grab my shoulder.

 

“Where do you think you’re going?”, she growled.

 

“I, I, I,” I stammered only to be cut off.

 

“I meant go ahead and use your diapers, that’s what they are for”, she snapped.

 

By now I was hopping from one foot another in the hopes that the urge would pass.

 

“I have to poo mommy”, I pleaded with her.

 

She tightened her grip on my shoulder as she guided me back to my bed and made me sit on the edge of my bed. Sitting actually reduced the urge to go for a few minutes while she lectured me again.

 

“I told you before Stephen that for the next few months you are going to be restricted to diapers on a full time basis. That means I am going to treat you like an infant, dress you like one and lastly there are no bathroom privileges. Yes, I wasn’t kidding when I told you that you would be using your diapers for everything!”

 

“No way!! You can’t do this to me!” I screamed.

 

Without warning mom gave me a solid smack across the face with her right hand,

 

“You watch your mouth, young man, the next time you raise your voice to me I’ll wash that mouth of yours out with soap. I had planned on changing you after you soiled your diapers but now you can stay in those dirty diapers until morning.”

 

She stood up and told me to mess my diapers while she waited. I shook my head in objection and could feel tears start to well up in my eyes. Mom gently pushed me back into a laying position, then lifted my legs and spread them slightly.

 

“Now be a good baby and make a ‘stinky’ for me”, she cooed.

 

I resisted for maybe a minute by clenching my butt cheeks tightly together but the pressure in my bowels was getting to be too much. I’ll never forget because I started to cry and almost as if it were involuntary I lifted my hips off the bed as the poo started to force open my sphincter muscles. The poop started coming slowly and then as if a dam had burst a huge load of semi-hard poop exploded out and filled my diaper spreading in all directions.

 

My crying had progressed to bawling like a baby so mom positioned me in her lap and cuddled me until I calmed down. I must have fallen asleep in her arms because the next thing I knew it was just becoming light (probably around 5:00am) and I could feel the heavy load In my diapers when I shifted my weight.

 

I immediately called out for my mom and when she appeared she refused to change me and told me to stay in bed until breakfast in a few hours.

 

I was helpless and all I could do was lay there until she decided it was time to get up. It was so humiliating to lay there in a soiled diaper, every move I made caused the sticky mass to spread even more. God, how could I spend the entire summer like this?