Finally Quit Resisting Summary: I was raised in Amato, Arizona and must admit I was a pretty bad kid. Constantly getting into trouble both at school and at home. My father took off on us (me, my mother and my sister) when I was 4. It was really tough on my mom for a few years and then we moved into a big house with my moms friend Maureen who was also divorced with 3 kids, 2 girls and a boy. At that time I was 8 and my sister was 11 her name is Dawn. Maureen’s kids when we moved in were Becky 12, Teddy 10, and Missy 9. The first time I ever saw a boy in diapers was a couple months after we moved in. Ted got into trouble at school. I was out in back of the house when I heard all this screaming and crying. I ran into the house and in the dining room Maureen had Ted bent over a table, naked from the waist down spanking him with a belt while my sister and one of his sisters were there. After that she put him on the table and put a diaper on him again in front of me, my sister and one of his sisters. My first thought was, "I'm glad she’s not my mother". Little did I know at the time that I would go through the same thing and worse over the next 5 years. The girls were spanked bare bottom also but never had to wear diapers. Depending on how bad I was I could sometimes be in diapers up to 4 or 5 days. Maureen talked my mom into punishing me this way. By the time I was in 4th grade they would treat Ted and me like we were little babies. We weren’t allowed to use the bathroom and had to go in our diapers, and get changed in front of the girls which made it even worse. The dining room wasn’t really used for dinners as we didn't have enough money to put a set of furniture in it. There was only a table and a couple old chairs and most of the time Teddy and I were spanked there and changed on the table. The first year or so I would try to hide or protect myself from the spankings and hide my privates while getting changed buy my mother and Maureen and sometimes my sister and Becky and Missy would hold me down while they did this. By the time I was 11 I realized if I just let them do it I wouldn’t get spanked as much so I finally stopped fighting it. They even let the girls see me and Ted getting a bath but the diaper changes were the most humiliating especially when the diapers had poop in them. We weren’t even allowed to close the bedroom door. When in diapers and at bed time I would have 4 or 5 diapers on sometimes. One time when I was being diaper punished for a weekend I was sick with a fever. My mom and sister were out at the time and Maureen took my temperature anally then gave me an enema in front of Becky and Missy which was probably one of the most embarrassing things I ever went through, since by that time I think I was 12. My sister and missy saw Ted and me spanked and diapered whenever we were punished but they never diapered us. Becky was allowed to change and bath us because she was the oldest and baby sat us a lot of times. As I got older I would get erections all the time and Ted actually showed me how to masturbate and how to in a diaper also. The last time I had diaper punishment I was almost 14. I was still embarrassed by it but sort of accepted it and got erections more often especially when they put oil or powder on me. I think that’s why they discontinued diaper discipline on Ted and me. Today I am 17 and Ted is 19. I never developed a fetish for the diapers but Ted has. He only wears them on weekends and Missy and my sister change him quite a bit since Becky lives in Nevada now. I haven't had a diaper on in over three years and when I was talking to Maureen one night, I mentioned to her that I think they stopped diapering me because of the erections and masturbating. She laughed and said, “Don't you realize how much better you behaved by the time we stopped? So I guess it did work, I haven't been in real trouble in three years.” Ted now does it for his own sexual gratification, and he hasn't been in any trouble either. If I ever have kid I’m not sure if I would put them through it, although I realize it is an effective punishment. The humiliation alone is punishment. Over the years I don't even remember how many of Becky, Missy or my sisters’ friends saw Ted and I diapered and even naked at times. And a lot of kids at school knew about it.