The Boy In the Diaper

Chapter 1

I used to get just about everything I wanted. If my mom 
would say "no" to something, I'd complain and jump around 
until she'd give in.
	When I was 8 years old, I was in second grade. My 
teacher & mother noticed my grades were dropping. It was 
concluded that I needed to wear glasses. I hated wearing 
them so I would pout and scream whenever my mother tried to 
make me wear them. I would eventually get my way. Besides, I 
didn't notice much of a difference in my eyesight with or 
without the glasses.
	When the end of the school year came around, I got a 
terrible report card. That's when my mother put her foot 
down and said that I must wear the glasses. They were 
originally just for wearing in school, as punishment she was 
making me wear them all the time.
	I then started screaming & crying saying "Mommy, I 
don't wanna wear these!" I jumped up and down in a tantrum. 
But this time my mother wasn't going to give in!
	She walked up to the attic and came down with a half 
full package of Pampers disposable diapers. Those belonged 
to my younger sister. After she was potty trained, my mother 
put the remaining diapers in the attic.
	At first, I thought nothing of it. I was too busy 
trying to get her to let me take these stupid glasses off. 
Then she dragged me by my arm into my bedroom. She told me 
to take everything off except my glasses. I removed my 
shirt, then, as soon as I dropped my pants down to my ankles 
to take them off, she unfolded a diaper and laid it on my 
bed, sat me on top of it and fastened the diaper tapes on 
both sides of my waist.
	As she stood me up, I looked down at the diaper. Oh, my 
gosh! This was worse than wearing glasses! I looked up at 
her and with a very serious face, she said, "Now, you are 
grounded, you will wear that diaper for the whole summer." I 
didn't think that was REALLY gonna happen. I thought if I 
keep complaining enough, everything would turn to normal.
	Then she added, "And, if I see you trying to take it 
off, I'll give you a good licking with THIS!" and she held 
up a metal hangar. I definitely didn't want that!
	She turned around and walked away. I started after her. 
My pants were still down around my ankles. They were sweat 
pants so I could still take a fairly regular stride but not 
much. With each step I took I could hear the diaper crinkle 
really loudly. It had the sent of baby powder.
	As I walked toward the kitchen where my mother was, 
Tears started welling up in my eyes. I looked up at her and 
said "Mommy, I don't wanna wear a diaper."
	My mother said, "Well, you're gonna! From now on, once 
you're grounded, your grounded!"
	From under my glasses, the tears started flowing down 
my cheeks. I started to wipe them, but more and more just 
started trickling. As I cried I began to whine. I slowly 
went back to my room bawling and could still hear my diaper 
crinkling as I walked.
	I bent over, folded my arms on top of my bed. I buried 
my face in my arms and began sobbing. I knew that this time, 
my mother meant it!
	The tears dripped from my eyes and began to collect on 
the lenses of my glasses. My diapered butt was sticking 
upwards as I stood bent over the bed's edge. My mother came 
up behind me, stood and watched me for a few moments. She 
then started to spank me. I just stayed right where I was 
and started sobbing a little harder. After she hit my butt 
about ten times, she grabbed me by the arm and lead me to 
the corner.
	She put me there facing the wall and said, "You'll 
stand in the corner until dinner time." Then she went back 
to her work in the kitchen. The tears on my glasses were now 
dripping onto my cheeks followed by several more from my 
eyes.
	I stood there looking at the two walls and at the 
frames of my glasses which I wasn't used to seeing. I vainly 
whipped some of the tears from my soaking wet face pushing 
the glasses up to get my fingers under them. When I took my 
hand away, they dropped back in place on my nose. Then more 
tears started flowing to replace those I had just wiped.
	The smell and sound of the diaper continually reminded 
me of it's presence.
	An hour or so later, my mother stood in the doorway. 
"All right, come on out here for dinner," she said. Weeping 
mildly, with the pants still down around my ankles, I turned 
around and walked to the doorway, past my mother and she 
followed me to the kitchen.
	My 6-year-old sister, Angie, was sitting at the table 
waiting for dinner. At one end of the table was a high-
chair. I had a pretty good idea of who was going to be 
sitting in it! "Nooooo, Mommy!!!!" I said in a whining tone 
as more tears began to form. She sat me in the chair, 
fastened its safety belt, locked the tray into position, and 
tied a bib around my neck. I began to pout.
	Angie had a glass of soda. I asked my mom for some. 
"No, babies drink from a bottle" she said as she handed me a 
baby bottle. It had been a long time since I'd used one of 
these. I had a hard time remembering how.
	My mom said "If you're gonna act like a baby, I'm gonna 
FEED you like a baby!" She spoon-fed me while Angie got to 
eat like a big kid.
	When we were done with dinner, mom took me out of the 
highchair and without taking off my bib, she had me lean 
forward and place my hands on the edge of the kitchen table. 
She started spanking me again followed with a slap on my 
face. "Now you can just stay there like that for a while!" 
she said. More tears trickled down my cheeks and dripped 
onto the table.
	After the kitchen was cleaned, I was still leaning on 
the table's edge with my butt awaiting to be spanked again. 
Mom gave me another spanking along with some good old 
fashioned castor oil. Still wearing my bib, I spent the rest 
of the night crying and complaining to her trying to be let 
out of my punishment. Of course it was all to no avail. The 
diaper's smell and crinkling noise was a constant reminder 
of its presence.
	Later, Mom sat me in a small wooden chair in the middle 
of the living room floor. "You can just sit there and cry!" 
she said. That's what I did for about an hour. I couldn't 
play, I couldn't watch TV, I could only sit there. As it was 
called "The punishment chair."
	Then my mother took me by the arm and brought me to the 
bathroom and told me to get washed for bed. I did and she 
brought me into my bedroom and with me still in my diaper, 
glasses, pants around my ankles, and bib, put me in bed. I 
wanted to ask if I could at least take my glasses off but I 
knew she'd decline so I didn't even bother.
	Mom turned out the light and left the room closing the 
door behind her. I wept quietly to myself. I looked toward 
the window and saw that it was still twilight. I could even 
still hear the other kids outside playing. I've never gone 
to bed when it was still light out or before any other kids 
in the neighborhood. I figured that was just another 
consequence of being a baby.
	
Chapter 2

	The next morning, my mother came into the room to wake 
me up. As I got out of bed I asked, "Mommy, can I take my 
diaper off now?"
	"No, I said you'll wear that diaper for the whole 
summer," she said That started me crying again.
	As I came into the kitchen I saw Angie sitting there 
awaiting to see me in my glasses, bib, diaper, and pants 
down around my ankles. The crinkly noise of the diaper 
announced to her that I was coming. Mom put me into the 
highchair and Angie just sat there with a feint smirk as she 
watched the tears trickle down my face.
	After breakfast, Angie went out to play with her 
friends and I had to stay in the house grounded. I stood 
there at the window in my diaper and watched all the fun I 
was missing. My friends were all out playing. They were 
roller-skating, playing baseball, bike riding, swimming, 
etc. And I couldn't go out because I had a diaper on!
	I began blubbering, and walked up to my mom and said, 
"Mommy, I don't wanna wear a diaper, I wanna go out and 
play."
	She grabbed my arm and stuck me in the corner, saying 
"You just come over here and stand in that corner!" I then 
started sobbing uncontrollably louder.
	This is what things were gonna be like for me. Grounded 
in a diaper. My mom finally let me take the sweat pants off 
my ankles. She allowed me to take off the diaper to take a 
bath but I still had to keep my glasses on.
	A couple weeks later, my mom was baby sitting the 
neighbors' kid Jimmy. My sister would play with him when he 
came over. I was pretty board having to sit around the hot 
house in diapers, so with a pouty look and tears on my face 
I asked Angie, "Can I play with you and Jimmy"?
	"You can't because you're grounded." she answered.
	I walked up to my mother and said with a tear-filled 
face, "Mommy, I wanna go outside."
	"What, do you want to go out in a diaper and have 
everybody laugh at you"" she replied. I started sobbing and 
walked away.
	The next day was a rainy day and Jimmy was over again. 
I thought he and my sister would play with me because they 
wouldn't be going out either. They were in her room doing 
head stands & somersaults. I asked if I could play with them 
and Angie said, "You can't because you got glasses." She was 
right, these glasses were big on me and could fall off 
easily.
	I went up to my mother, and asked her if I could take 
them off. "No" was her reply.
	"But Mommy", I said, "Angie and Jimmy are playing 
gymnastics and I can't play with my glasses on!"
	She then said, "Well, that's part of being punished." I 
walked away sobbing.
	Later, they were playing hide-and-seek. Again, I asked 
Angie if I could play and she said, "You can't because your 
diaper is too loud and crinkly and it'll give away our 
hiding spot." Weeping, I took a loud and crinkly walk up to 
my mother and asked again if I can take my diaper off. After 
she spanked me for asking again, I walked away looking down 
at and listening to my diaper announcing my presence 
everywhere I went.
	Because of all the tears dripping off my face, my mom 
made me wear a dribble bib with the word "Baby" printed on 
it in large colorful letters. After pleading with her a 
couple times throughout the day she finally said, "I've just 
about had enough of you!" She spanked me and stood me in the 
corner for the rest of the day.

Chapter 3

	One Saturday, came a family outing. That is with the 
exception of me. Because my mom, dad, and sister would be 
all away for the day, they hired a teenage girl to babysit 
me. Mother explained that I wasn't allowed outside, had to 
stay diapered, etc.
	The babysitter's name was Kathy. I couldn't seem to get 
through to her that I was an 8-year-old kid. She kept 
treating me like I was 2. She'd coo at me, make me watch TV 
shows for toddlers, wouldn't let me play with anything that 
was small enough to fit in my mouth, and when she'd get mad, 
call me "diaperhead."
	This was an extremely hot day. Walking around in a 
thick diaper made it much worse!
	Kids were outside playing, swimming, bike riding. But 
all I could do was sit around in a diaper, grounded, as was 
my whole summer.