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.