12-Year-Old Back in Diapers Ages: 8, 9, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18+ Current Age: 38 I first realized I liked wearing diapers when I was 8 or 9 years old. I used to wear 3-4 pairs of underpants and would take an old plastic ice cream bag and poke leg holes in it and wear it as a pair of plastic pants and sleep in it. Some times I would wet in it because I did not want to get out of bed. I got caught several times like this by my mom and got spanked every time but I kept on wearing it. One time I went out and bought a pair of toddler size plastic pants and wore them over my underwear and wet in them and slept in it; I got caught. The first time I had the plastic pants on and was spanked for it but I did not let the spanking keep me from wearing my diapers. I can't explain it, I just for some reason like wearing diapers I sleep better when I am diapered than when I am not. I was 12 years old and I started wetting the bed again. For some reason I wet the bed for a week and I decided I wanted and needed to wear a diaper to bed so I went out and bought some disposable diapers and that night I put a diaper on and went to bed. When I woke up the next morning I was wet as usual, but I did not have the wet sheets or wet clothes so I continued to wear a diaper to bed every night. I woke up one morning and my mom had come into my room and saw me in my diaper and wanted to know what was going on. I told her I had started wetting the bed and I needed to wear diapers at night. She was not real happy about it but said if I wanted to wear diapers to bed I could. I continued to wear my diapers to bed but one morning I woke up and my diaper was not that wet so I kept it on after I got up and went around the house in a tee shirt and my diaper. My mom came home and saw me like this and got mad because I did not need to wear my diaper during the day. I told her that it was not real wet and I just had not taken it off yet. She made me go into my room and told me to lie down on my bed face down and then she came in. She pulled the back of my diaper down and I asked what was going on and she said if I was going to act like a baby I was going to be treated like one; then she spanked me. After my spanking was over I was told to roll over and my diaper was refastened. I was told to stay in it for the rest of the day. By this time I had to pee bad but did not want to use my diaper, but I was told since I liked to wear it so much I had to use my diaper for the rest of the day. I held it as long as I could but finally I let it go and soaked my diaper. After a while mom asked how it felt to be in a wet diaper during the day. I said, "not too good" and she let me take it off and get cleaned up. After that I was told if I got caught again in my diaper during the day I would be spanked and spend the entire weekend in nothing but my diapers. I went to bed that night diapered as usual and the next morning I was wet so I took my wet diaper off but instead of getting dressed like I was told to I put a dry diaper on and stayed in my room. You guessed it, I got caught again and this time I did not have a chance to have my diaper pulled down. I was spanked while still diapered, and good thing this time, because during the spanking I wet my diaper and that made it worse. My spanking was longer than usual, and after I was spanked I had to stand in the corner in my wet diaper and if I moved out of the corner I would get another spanking. I finally was allowed out of the corner but not allowed to get dressed, and that's how I spent the rest of my weekend. In fact, I spent a number of weekends in nothing but my diapers, but I got used to it and I liked wearing my diapers. I was more comfortable in my diapers. I was spending a lot of my weekends getting spanked and wearing diapers. I was still 12 years old and my mom was going out of town on business for a week and leaving me with a babysitter. She had told my babysitter all about my diapers and what to do, and my sitter had no problem with it. I get dropped off at my sitter's house and my mom left. My sitter asked what I wanted to do and I said I wanted to watch TV. She said, "okay, but first there is something I have to do." I said, "okay what is it?" She said, "take off your pants and underwear and lay down on the couch so I can diaper you." I said, "I don't need diapers during the day. I only need them at night." She said she heard that I like to wear them all day and I said no, I was not going to wear them. She got a little upset and told me again to take off my pants and underwear and I said no again. The next thing I knew I was across her lap with my pants pulled down and getting a spanking. I was crying, begging her to stop and she said, "Are you going to let me diaper you?" and I finally said yes and the spanking was over. I finished taking off my pants and underwear, still crying, and lay down on the couch. She took out one of my diapers and slid it under me and fastened it. She sat me up and said, "Now, that is not so bad, is it?" I hated to admit it, but it was not that bad. The diaper was comfortable and I kind of enjoyed wearing it. She let me watch TV and I was sitting there on the couch in my diaper and tee shirt watching TV. I had to pee bad and I asked if I could use the bathroom and she said, "you are wearing a diaper; go ahead and go in it." I said I did not have to use the diaper during the day but she said I had no choice so after holding for a while I went ahead and wet my diaper. She came in to check on me and found my diaper was wet and had me lay down on the couch again. She changed my wet diaper and I went back to watching TV. It was dinnertime and we sat in front of the TV and ate dinner. After eating dinner I had to go to the bathroom really bad, but I was still not allowed to use the bathroom, so you guessed it, I wet my diaper and this time I had to poop in it. I held it as long as I could but I finally let a load go in my diaper. It was getting late in the evening and my sitter came into check me again and found I had wet and messed in my diaper. She said, "What a good boy! You used your diaper like you were supposed to, and without being told!" This time I went over to the couch and laid down and let her change my diaper. It was getting close to bedtime now and I was still in the living room watching TV when my sitter came in with a bottle and asked if I wanted her to give it to me. At first I said no but after I thought about it, it sounded kind of fun, so I told her I would drink the bottle. She had me come over to her and get up in her lap. She put the bottle in my mouth and I started to drink. The next thing I knew I was falling asleep in her lap. She picked me up and laid me down on the couch and I went to sleep. I woke up the next morning in a wet diaper but I felt good and I asked my sitter if she would give me another bottle that night and every night I was there. She said yes, she liked having someone to baby and I liked being babied, so that is how I spent my week with my baby sitter-- diapered and being a 12-year-old baby. It was fun. I was back home and still wearing diapers at night for my bedwetting and most of the time on the weekend or whenever I was not in school. The spankings had stopped for the most part with a few exceptions. I was allowed to wear my diapers but there was a new catch. Instead of a spanking I was getting punished with diapers. As much as I liked to wear them I didn't like being told I have to wear them. I got into trouble at home and instead of any other punishment I got diaper disciplined, which meant I was diapered all the time except for school. From the time I got home my pants and underwear were pulled off. I was diapered until it was time to go to school the next morning and if there was no school I spent the day in nothing but my diaper and a tee shirt. I had to use my diaper for what it was made for. I was changed regularly, but the fact was I was 12years old and in diapers all the time. This punishment worked because if I got into any other trouble I was going to have to wear my diaper outside with no pants over it. Needless to say, I never got in that much trouble. After awhile I did not mind getting punished because I found that I liked wearing diapers and did not feel comfortable unless I was diapered. I had just turned 13years old and still wet the bed but I still liked wearing my diapers all the time. Mom thought as I got older I would grow out of wearing my diapers but I never did, so she finally gave up and just let me wear diapers any time I wanted to. I have a cousin who had wet the bed all his life and one night when he was staying with me I suggested he try wearing a diaper. At first he was unsure but then decided to try one, so we went upstairs and got ready for bed and he put his diaper on. I put mine on and we came back downstairs and watched TV in our diapers. The next morning when we got up we were both wet but he said it was better than wet sheets and clothes. He, too, liked wearing a diaper to bed, and he wore one every time he came over and he would wear his, even after he got up in the morning until he was ready to go out for the day. If we did not go out we spent the day in our diapers. To this day I still like wearing a diaper to bed. I sleep better when I am diapered than when I do not have a diaper on. Oh, by the way, the last time I was spanked I was 14 years old, and that happened because when I got up one morning I was already wet but I had to pee again so I wet my diaper again. I guess it was too much for the diaper to hold and it leaked all over my bed. When I was found out the diaper came off and I was spanked. I think that was the worst spanking I ever got, not that it hurt badly, but I was 14 years old and I was getting a spanking. It was more embarrassing than anything. That was the last time I had a babysitter, but I kind of missed having a babysitter who would diaper and baby me. I still kept a bottle and would drink it some times when I was real tired. I never got caught with my bottle.