SPANKED IN A DIAPER I'm a man in my forties, and back when I was about 11- 12, I got the spanking of my life while in a diaper. I had worn diapers at night till about 5 years old, and I guess I never forgot how good it felt. When I was about 9, I found the box with our old diapers, pins and plastic pants, and for a kick, tried one on, and wow! It was great for a while, but one day mom caught me, and after a lecture about acting my age, she took it away, and that was supposed to be that. But a couple of years later, I found them again, and this time being more careful, started to sneak around in a diaper, complete with the diaper-pants. Because I was quite small for my age, though the whole thing was tight, it all still fit. I would put one on, and after a while, even peed in it, figuring out that I could wash the diaper and hide it in my room to dry. No one knew, and sometimes I would even wear one out to play. I was surprised that the diapers were never noticed, even under shorts while in the park, but anyway, no one ever said anything. Everything was going great, till that Saturday late in the summer. As I said, no one seemed to notice my diapers, and even my parents never said a word about the time when I was 9 and I was caught in one, so I guess I started to get a little brave and wear them even when it was risky. That Saturday, I had woken up late, and as was often the case, with a diaper on. I slipped on my shorts and T- shirt without taking off the diaper and diaper-pants, figuring if no one noticed so far, why should today be any different. But as soon as I got downstairs, mom grabbed my brother, sister, and I, and said we were leaving right away to go clothes shopping for school. Now because I was dressed, and caught off guard, I could not think of a reason to go back to my room and change, and while I stalled, my mom just said let's go, and off we went. I was starting to panic, though, because if I was trying on pants and shirts, mom's focus would be right on my behind at times, and surely she would notice what I had on. But then things got even worse, because on the way out to the car, my sister pulled me back a bit, and said "I know what your wearing, and so does Eric (my brother) and soon mom will, too!" I could not believe my ears! I wondered how long they knew. But I then figured this was my way out as I could go leave it in the bathroom at the mall, and if my brother saw it, it would not matter. So when we got there, I immediately said I had to go to the toilet, and of course Eric followed me. But in the bathroom, He said "if you think your getting out of this easily, you're wrong-- if you leave the diaper here, I'll simply bring it to mom, and she'll know for sure. You might as well take your chances, and stay in it," and with a laugh he left. Both my siblings were older than me, and it was easy for them to push me around at times, and this was one of them. In we went to the clothes store, and mom picked some things for me to try one, and then followed me into the change room. Now I was really scared, and as I closed the door of the booth, she was surprised as I was never shy about her seeing me in my undies before, but to my relief, she did not push it open. I started to change into the first set of clothes, and when I saw what they looked like in the mirror, my heart leapt, because they actually made the diaper more apparent, but mom was rushing me out so she could see, and she was getting impatient with my stalling, so out I went, and right away, I could tell she thought something was no right, and told me to turn around, and then touched my pants. I was caught! Right away, she nudged me into the booth with her, and pulled down my pants, showing off my plastic pants with the obvious diaper underneath! Her first reaction was disbelief, saying "I thought you were not going to wear these again!" and then anger, saying "now you are in big trouble. Your father will not be happy, but I've a mind not to wait till we get home!" My parents were still believers in spanking, so now I was very afraid! Telling me to put on my shorts, she then led me from the store, telling my smirking brother and sister to continue. By now I was crying, pleading with mom "not a spanking-please don't spank me here" but of course all kinds of people heard me and, this made her even angrier. As she dragged me to a bench off to one corner, she said "don't make this worse-- maybe I won't have to tell dad." and with that yanked down my shorts, leaving me in the diaper for anyone who wanted to see, and of course, a few did. Now back then, it was not completely rare to see a child being spanked in public. But seeing an older child in a diaper certainly was. Thankfully her lecture was short, all about disobeying her, disappointing her, and (her words) "really 11 and wearing a wet diaper!" With that she pulled me over her knee, and proceeded to spank me like a baby, with her bare hand through my diaper. I kicked and cried and struggled, but this just drew more attention, and made her madder and spank harder. To be continued