Herta This is in fact a true story that happened to me in 1957. It was many years ago and I dwell from time to time in the cherished memories. When I was 11 years old I had my first real yearning to start wearing diapers. It seems that my baby sister's supply of Curity diapers was just inviting me to try one. So one night I took one and put it and went to bed. It was wonderful and the soft cloth against me made me feel so good. It too was the first sensual encounter that I remember. I had my own room and was very careful not to get caught. Each morning before I got out of bed I would take it off and hide it under my bed. (Really in the slats holding up the mattress). I was terrified of my parents catching me. At the time we had a German woman, 24 years old or so, working as a nanny. Her name was Herta and as I recall she was real good looking, so much so that my Dad was constantly chasing the neighborhood boys away from our swimming pool when she was there. She too had no clue what I was up to with my diaper fetish. My room afforded me a lot of privacy and I was to become somewhat careless as it turned out. Each night when I went to bed I would not as a rule lock the door and that never turned out to be a problem. Until one summer night I went to bed with only my diaper tightly pinned around me. I always pulled the covers over me incase someone did come in unexpected. This night it was warm in my room and I must have pushed the sheet back off me while I was sleeping. Well, as luck would have it I over slept the next morning and Herta came to my room to wake me up. She knocked and at the same time opened the door to find me startled in a diaper. "My goodness, what are you doing?" she said as I grabbed the covers. I turned beet red and told her to get out of my room. As she turned to leave she muttered something about telling my parents. Then I freaked. "No, No<" I said, and she came back in and closed the door. She smiled and asked me to push the covers back and show her my little diapers. Oh god was I embarrassed. I said, "no way", and all of a sudden she laughed and pulled the covers off me leaving me sitting in the bed. "Oh, that's a nice sight," she said. "Why do you still wear diapers?" she asked. I said I liked them and didn't really need to wear them because I wet the bed or anything like that. She just smiled and said my secret was safe with her but I really needed to act like a big boy and diapers were not normal for an 11 year old. I said OK, but she then added that I had to learn a lesson about trying to do it again. With that she took my hand and lead me to the bathroom. "What are you doing?" I asked. She told me to be quiet and turned on the bath water. "Now, young man, I understand you're wanting to be a 'baby' again, and if that's the case, let me give you a bath." "NO!" I ran to the door but she had locked it and she grabbed my hand pushed me on the floor. She then told me to comply or my parents would find out. All I could do was lay down as she proceeded to unpin my diaper. "Well, well, what do we have here>" she said as she lifted my legs and pulled the diaper off. "You don't look like a 2 year old boy, do you? Now stand up and get into the tub." She took the soap and lathered me up all over, gently washing me. When she got my crotch area she handed me the wash cloth and told me to make sure it was particularly clean even though I didn't use the diapers. I was glad she didn't wash me because I know I would become hard for sure. During all this I was too ashamed to become aroused. Then she finished and told me to stand up and get of the tub as she took a towel and dried me off. "Now, wasn't that fun?" she asked and I just asked her to leave so I could get dressed. "Not so fast, young man, let's go in your room and see what we are wearing today." As I walked out she said "left" and told me to wait for her on the bed. She came right back and I could see the diaper behind her back. "Now, is it big boy underpants and diapers for you?" "Underpants," I said. "No, I don't believe you, so let's get you in diapers today and it will be our secret, and it will serve to remind you not to wear them again!" "Oh, NO!" I said. "Someone will notice." "No they won't. You will wear sweat pants over them." "OK, OK," I said. "Just leave so I can put it on." "Not so fast," she said. "That's not part of the lesson." I lay back on the bed as took my towel away. Now I was really getting apprehensive about this and she knew it. "Just relax," she told me, "because I am going to diaper you," She lifted my legs and slid the diaper under me and pushed my legs apart. "How about some nice baby oil for you this morning?" she said as she poured some into her hands. Then she rubbed some between my legs and under my butt. That did it I started to get aroused and she just winked at me (I know she had to have seen the earlier sticky spot on the diaper she caught me in). "I see the young man is liking his diaper change. We better get things pinned up." With that she used some powder and pinned the sides tightly. "You look so cute. Let's finish getting dressed and you can eat and go play outside." What a day that was as I was hiding from everyone and Herta was teasing me in private. Our deal was that night she would let me back in my underwear. When I went to bed that evening she knocked on the door and came in and made me let her see me in the diapers. She then put her fingers inside to see if I was telling the truth about not wetting and making sure they were dry. "Good boy," she said. I was kind of really hoping that she might again make me let her diaper me and was semi hard as she checked me. I guess that was a mistake because she handed me a pair of my underpants and told me to go into the bathroom and change into them and bring her the diaper back. Even though I was relieved the lesson was over. I always remember her gentle approach and non threatening ways. Obviously she recognized my earliest sexual feelings and didn't want to force the issue. She stayed with my family for another six months and I dared not to tempt fate again while she was still there. When she did leave I started back for a while but "grew" out of it until 5 years ago when I discovered the internet and the diaper sites for adults.