Diapered One

	I have been in diapers and rubber pants ever since I 
was eight years old, and this is how my baby life all 
started.
	When I awoke one morning I found myself lying in a 
urine soaked bed. I got up and started getting my wet 
pajamas off when I heard my mother say that it was time to 
eat breakfast. I didn't have enough time to change my wet 
underpants, so I just pulled my jeans on over the wet 
underpants, I thought I could change later.
	While we were eating breakfast my mother thought she 
smelt something, but she could not tell where it was coming 
from. When I finished breakfast I dashed up stairs to change 
my clothes. I had just enough time to change, get my books 
and get to the bus. That afternoon when I came home my 
mother was waiting at the door, she told me that she had 
found out what she had smelt this morning, with that she 
marched me up to my room to produce the evidence. She asked 
me what had happened here last night. I tried to pretend 
that I didn't know, and with that she took and put my face 
down onto the bed and held it there for a while. After that 
she marched me into the spare bed room. To my amazement she 
had changed the room into a baby's room, it had a crib, 
changing table and some of my old toys from when I was a 
baby. She then told me to strip out of my clothes, I did 
very fast, and come over to the chair by the side of the 
bed. She told me to bend myself over her knee, and she 
spanked me until my butt was as red as a beet. Mother then 
told me to get up on the changing table, and she put some 
cool baby lotion on my red bottom. Then she produced a white 
flannel diaper, and proceeded to lift my legs and spread it 
under me. She pulled it up between my legs and pinned it at 
the sides. Next she also pulled a pair of rubber pants over 
the diaper, and said this would keep everything dry now.
	I was then taken down stairs where mother started to 
make me lunch. She told me that from now on when I came home 
from school I would remove my clothing and get on to the 
changing table and have my diapers put on, and they would 
stay on until the next morning when I went to school. She 
made me a bottle of warm milk, and told me to drink it all, 
because this is all I was going to get. That evening I was 
fed some kind of mush for supper, and another bottle of warm 
milk. After supper mother told me to go and play in the 
living room with some old baby toys she had brought down 
from the attic. By this time all the milk had made me need 
to pee, so I went into the bathroom and started to remove my 
diaper, when mother caught me. With one hand she drug me to 
the living room, and put me over her knee for another bare 
bottom spanking. She told me I was not to remove my diapers 
under any situation and I must use my diapers for what I was 
wearing them for. She then refastened my diapers and rubber 
pants, and told me to go and play. By now I had to pee bad 
and it started to flow and flow until my diapers were soaked 
and sagging. I had to remain in my soaked diapers until 
bedtime, when I was changed and put into a new set of 
diapers that were doubled to protect me for the night. I was 
then given another bottle of warm milk, and put in the crib 
upstairs. I didn't know it at that time but this was to 
insure that my diaper would be very wet in the morning. In 
the morning, mother came up and helped me out of the crib, 
and sure enough I was as wet as any one could get. She 
brought me down for breakfast. I was given bottle of warm 
milk and fed some more mush. I was then put on the changing 
table and had my soaked diapers removed. Mother then cleaned 
me up and dressed me in my school clothes and sent me off to 
school. She reminded me to come straight home from school 
for my diaper discipline.
	I have worn diapers to bed every night since, and I 
wake up every morning with a wet diaper. Well, it's time for 
my bottle of warm milk and then off to bed for another 
wonderful night of diaper delight.