| Title: | Degrading Punishment | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Name: | Darren | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Email: | Not given | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Gender: | Male | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Current Age: | 28 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Whom Story is About: | Myself, my friend | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Posting Date: | 11/22/09 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Summary: | After reading a lot of these stories I'm not so sure mine is the type you prefer on your site. I do not have a diaper fetish although I can see many people do by reading these stories. I can see some or most are fantasy and many true to life. I noticed some of the boys or men in these stories developed a fetish because of similar treatment I had. When I was 13 years old I was subjected to what you refer to as diaper discipline. To be blunt, it was the worst summer of my life even though in some ways I did deserve it. I grew up in Rhode Island and from the time I was a toddler until I was almost 19 lived with my grandfather. My mother was unwed and I assume the black sheep of the family. She evidently dumped me on my grandfather and joined the Army. I rarely saw her growing up and even today we are not at all close. My grandmother died when I was 5 so it was just the two of us until he got married again when I was about 8 or 9. He was never very strict with me and I pretty much did whatever I wanted. His new wife Marcia, was usually kind to me at first but I knew she really didn't like me being around most of the time. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Deekerian Score (20 is max.) [?]: | 12 (60%) |
I think I was around 10 or so when I started getting into trouble. I know now it was probably because I had little or no real supervision. The older I got the more trouble I got into and had some friends who were just like me. We shoplifted mostly at the large stores in Providence and would break into cars to steal things. Whenever I was caught my grandfather would punish me but I was usually only grounded or given chores for a week or two. It didn't stop me and I continued stealing and even vandalizing other people�s property. By the time I was 12 my friend and I would steal beer and whiskey mostly from their parents or my grandfather and I got drunk often on the weekends and more so in the summertime. My grandfather�s wife Marcia became furious with me and tried to get my grandfather to punish me more severely. He never spanked me and was very lenient most of the time. Marcia was a big woman and about 8 years younger than my grandfather. The first time she ever touched me was when I was 12. I was grounded at the time but snuck out that day and started arguing with my grandfather and her. I was using some bad language to them when she grabbed my hair and pulled me over to the kitchen sink and forced soap in my mouth. I couldn't believe it and she even smacked my rear end a few times while doing it. I tried to get away from her several times but I was always a skinny kid and a light weight compared to her. My grandfather just sat there and she continued pulling my hair and made me apologize to both her and my grandfather. I couldn't believe my grandfather let her do that to me, but he actually approved of it and told me so. It wasn't like he actually gave her permission to punish me but said I must obey her and that I had to respect her. They made me sit at the table as they discussed how to punish me. She insisted I be grounded another week and began scolding me and telling me what a brat I was as my grand father just sat there. She even scolded my grandfather for not punishing me enough for the things I did and all the trouble I got into. She then ordered me to my room telling me no TV for a week, no friends over and no phone calls. I sat shocked looking at my grandfather and he just let her dole out the punishment to me without saying a word. It was summertime and the next morning both she and my grandfather came in my room and took out all my pants and shorts and even my bathing suit. She told me if I wanted to sneak out again I would have to be in my underwear. For two weeks I never left the house and was finally allowed out again when I got my clothes back. If I was smart I would have changed my ways, but didn't. I continued as usual and was punished the same way several times where they took my clothes away so I couldn't go out. She began hollering and scolding me more even when my grandfather was at work. Her sister Reba was there one night and Marcia and my grandfather were telling her all the trouble I got into. That�s the first time I ever heard of diaper discipline only she called it diaper training punishment. They talked about it for a short time and Reba said it was done to her neighbor�s boy last year and it was the best way to straighten me out. I remember thinking at the time that it was ridiculous and that my grandfather would never approve of such a thing. The rest of that year, Marcia threatened me with it many times telling me I better behave or else. I even laughed a few times figuring my grandfather would never allow that to be done to me. School was done that summer and I had just turned 13. My grades weren't very good but I did pass everything and would go to high school in the fall. I hadn't gotten into trouble for a month or so mainly because I wasn't caught. A week after school let out 2 of my friends and I were drinking beer on a Saturday. I did a lot of bad stuff but had never stolen a car before. It was a Chevy pick-up and the three of us took turns driving it. We were drinking beer and smoking and having a good time until Josh hit a tree. Josh ran away but me and Terry got hurt and the cops got us. I only got a broken arm but Terry had a concussion and broken leg. None of us had seatbelts on and Terry's head hit the windshield. Josh was caught the next day but only had a few cuts from it. Needless to say both my grandfather and Marcia were furious with me. They brought me home from the hospital and hardly spoke to me only talking about how much it would cost my grandfather. I understand now that I am older, how disappointed and angry my grandfather must have been. I was sent to my room right away when we got home and I did say I was sorry but to deaf ears and could tell both of them wanted to kill me. The next day they didn't even speak to me at breakfast and again I was ordered back to my room. They soon came in and took my clothes away just saying I was grounded indefinitely leaving me in my underwear. Later that afternoon again without talking to me my grandfather, Marcia and her sister Reba came in my room and took out my desk and TV set. They replaced it with a picnic table from the backyard. Then they walked in again with a stack of diapers telling me to take off my underwear and lay down on the table. No way was this going to happen and even though my arm was in a cast and sling, I was able to break away from Marcia and tried to run out of my room until my grandfather grabbed me. The three of them forced me onto the table with my grandfather holding me down by my shoulders. I was completely hysterical and crying as both Marcia and Reba held down my legs and pulled off my underwear. All I had on was my t-shirt and I don't think I have ever been more embarrassed in my life. Marcia held my legs up at one point and spanked me very hard. I couldn't believe my grandfather was letting them do this. Marcia then put two diapers on me and a pair of rubber pants, telling me I would be in diapers for the entire summer. She had these real large diaper pins and even pinned my t-shirt to the diapers. I was probably screaming and remember sobbing so hard for so long it made me sick at my stomach. They made me walk to the kitchen and sit down. All my grandfather said the whole time is that I better learn to behave myself. From then on Marcia did all the talking except for a few times that Reba said different things to me. Marcia is the one to make all the rules. It was only late June and she informed me I would be in diapers until I went back to school. I was not going to have my TV back and could only watch TV in the living room if they allowed me to. At one point during this time I had to go to the bathroom and that�s when she informed me that I had to go in the diapers from now on. I must have looked pathetic because I started crying all over again when told I even had to poop in them. I begged them not to do this to me but my pleading and promising to behave had no effect. I was informed of daily chores I had which consisted of moping floors, doing dishes, washing windows and even washing my own diapers when needed. By lunchtime I had already peed in my diaper twice and even with rubber pants some ran down my leg. Marcia and Reba took me back to my room and made me lay on the picnic table again to change me. I begged again to let me put the diapers on myself but she just told me that as long as I misbehaved and got into trouble I would be treated like a baby. My t-shirt was even wet at the bottom and I just laid there not resisting this time. My grandfather just stood at the doorway the whole time they changed me. This time she put three diapers on me again with the rubber pants but no t-shirt which left me all the more embarrassed. I had to poop but held it in as long as I could and still think sometimes how uncomfortable it felt when I did. It was after dinner when I finally did poop and was also wet. I knew Reba was going home soon and Marcia had only changed me the one time. It was embarrassing enough for her do it but even worse when I was naked in front of Reba because she was quite a few years younger than Marcia. As luck would have it just before Reba was ready to go home Marcia decided to change me. I never told her I pooped and as I walked to my room I began crying again knowing Reba was also going to see me this way. When Marcia took of my diaper she didn't say a word about it but wiped me off a little. I didn't know what she was doing but left the room with me lying naked on the table in front of Reba. She was only gone for a minute or two and came back in with a wet wash cloth and began cleaning me off. She kept telling me to stop crying but I couldn't. Then to my horror she made me get up naked and go into the bathroom where the tub was filling up. I always took showers and don't even remember the last time I was in a tub. Reba just stood there the whole time as Marcia gave me a bath and they just talked about everyday things but would often scold me. I might not have cried loudly but continued to cry the whole time. Reba went home and later that night Marcia changed me one more time but made me wear 4 diapers and rubber pants at bedtime. It was only the first day of my diaper punishment but I actually thought about killing myself. Each day it became worse, I wore three diapers every day and four at bedtime always with the rubber pants. I had to do all my chores like that and washed diapers almost everyday. Friends neighbors and relatives of Marcia and my grandfather came in and out of the house and I would usually try to hide but couldn't if I was doing one of my chores. Marcia would mostly change me on the picnic table in my room but also changed me on the floor in the living room. She always asked if I had a bowel movement before changing me and if I did she always changed me in my room. If I only peed she made me go get diapers and bring them downstairs so she wouldn't have to go up the steps. My grandfather never changed me but was there many times when Marcia did. As the summer went on she changed me right in front of other women friends and aside from Reba also changed me in front of her other sister Doris. I think she did this just to humiliate me knowing I would start to cry all the time. The few times I tried to resist her she would have my grandfather hold me down or would call Reba to come over if my grandfather was at work. If I tried to resist her she would always spank me. Thank heaven she never changed me in front of my girl cousins but I know a couple of them peeked into room sometimes. They did see me in my diapers all the time and I knew they laughed about it but very seldom actually teased me about it. By August I didn't cry as much but still did once in awhile if she changed me in front of some other lady. I begged Marcia every day to stop diapering and bathing me and pleaded with my grandfather to have her stop. Reba was as bad as Marcia sometimes and would come over to watch me if my grandfather and Marcia went out. She even watched me a few weekends when they went away to the shore. Reba had a couple of different friends over at times and purposely let them watch as she changed me and one time let her one friend see her give me a bath. I was at the age then that I did get erections sometimes even though I didn't want to. It was extremely embarrassing when I got hard while getting changed or when they bathed me. None of them ever said anything about it but I knew they would laugh about it. I heard Marcia and Reba talk about me getting an erection once and they both laughed about it. I tried not to but sometimes couldn't help it. It mostly happened when they would wipe me off before putting clean diapers on me. They never touched me with their bare hands but would wash my anus, scrotum and penis with a wash rag. I guess I just gave up after awhile and accepted my fate. The humiliation and degradation continued the whole summer. I continued to be embarrassed each time Marcia or Reba changed me or gave me a bath. I constantly begged them to let me shower but I was told the bath was part of my punishment. I hated pooping in my diapers and the humiliation was worse and I was exposed naked for a longer time. I would listen from another room at times and could hear Marcia or Reba talking about me not just the two of them but with other woman friends and relatives. The things they said about me sometimes were not only humiliating but down right insulting. At times they talked about my penis, pubic hair and even my testicles and anus. They even talked about what a mess it was to clean me after I pooped. They told people all the bad things I had done and how stupid I looked in the diapers and rubber pants. They told people how much I cried about it and said things like I am not as tough as I thought I was and how I reacted when she spanked me. I guess most of it was true but it further degraded me and made me feel awful. When school started it all came to an abrupt end. I got all my clothes back and was able to use the toilet again and shower all by myself. The bad thing was that during the course of the summer a lot of neighborhood kids found out I was diaper punished the whole summer. Some of them even saw me in the diapers a few times. I was teased about it but if someone asked or talked about it I just denied it. Some of the older kids teased me for months. From time to time my grandfather and Marcia would threaten me about getting into more trouble. She told me she wouldn't hesitate putting me back in diapers and I knew she wasn't kidding. I guess it was fear but the only trouble I got into was minor things and was never put back in diapers again. Marcia even helped me with homework at times and I got good marks all through high school and never got into any serious trouble again. When I graduated high school my grandfather and Marcia even bought me a car. It was used but still the best gift I ever got. I graduated college and now am married and live in Boston. Only my wife and a few friends know about my diaper experience and both my wife and I agree it was extreme and cruel. It certainly worked on me and did straighten me out but I hated every minute of that summer. My grandfather died two years ago but I still see and keep in touch with Marcia occasionally. We never talk about that summer but she still tells me to be a good boy. At least I can now laugh about it now when she says that and don't hate her anymore. At least I only had it done to me for that one summer and have read some stories of boys that had it done to them years. I suppose someone could develop a fetish from it but it never did for me. I think the humiliation was the worst part of it. Even though I was 13 that summer I was treated like a two year old and was in diapers no matter who was in the house. Just the way people saw me in the diapers was bad enough but it was ten times worse if they saw me naked or being changed or bathed. I realize now what a crybaby I must have been that summer when I think about how many women saw my privates. I also think it was done intentionally by Marcia and Reba just to embarrass me as much as possible and purposely change me in front of other women. They rarely ever changed me in front of other men or even my uncles or male cousins. I only remember one time when Reba changed me in front of her husband. I don't know if they ever talked about it or planned it that way but they must have. There were a few times my female cousins watched from my bedroom doorway when I got changed. Two in particular who were 16 or 17 at the time. I think Marcia and Reba knew they were there but never chased them away although they never let them come into my room. When I was changed on the living room floor by Marcia I think the motive was to humiliate me. She always said it was too hard for her to go up and down the stairs but most of the times she changed me on the living room floor, there was some other women friend, sister or neighbor sitting there. I don't know who ever thought of diaper discipline but believe whoever did planned on the humiliation it would cause the victim of it. It is certainly a deterrent to bad behavior.
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