My Name is Michael I am currently 19 years old. I have one younger 
brother (4 years younger than me) and I have an older brother (7 years 
older than me).


PART 1:

I used to wear diapers to bed until I was 6 years old because I was a 
bedwetter. My dad wasn’t too happy about that so he stopped it after I 
turned 6. By then I wasn’t wetting my bed anymore. My little brother 
still wore diapers but I could never sneak any just to put on before I 
went to bed because every morning when my mom came to wake me up she 
would feel my crotch to make sure I wasn’t wet and she would be able to 
feel if I was wearing a diaper. But after about a year or so my little 
brother stopped wearing diapers so my mom put all the extra diapers in 
the garage. She no longer checked to see if I was wet every morning. I 
didn’t bother with them because I didn’t know what would happen if I 
got caught with one. But fortunately we often took long car trips to my 
grandma’s house, which was about a six-hour drive, so my mom would put 
diapers on my and my little brother just in case of an accident. But 
when I was 12 years old I just had to see if they still fit so I took 
about 2 or 3 diapers out of the garage and took them up to my room. I 
wasn’t really sure how to put one on by myself but somehow I did it I 
just laid the diaper on the bed and sat in the middle and then fastened 
the tapes. And then I heard someone coming up the stairs so I quickly 
put a pair of sweats on. My dad told me it was time for dinner so I 
just went downstairs still wearing the diaper and I figured I would 
just take it off tomorrow morning.

PART 2 THIS IS WHERE TROUBLE BEGINS:

I am guessing someone in my family saw it because when I woke up the 
next morning mom was just standing there. She told me to stand up and 
then when I stood up she told me to lay down on my bed so I did and she 
pulled down my sweats and saw the diaper. She then immediately pulled 
my pants back up and just picked me up like I weighed nothing. Then she 
took me to her room and closed the door so my brothers wouldn’t see 
what was going on and my dad was just sitting there on the bed. My mom 
put me down and left, closing the door behind her. My dad looked very 
angry. First, he slid down my pants and took them off of me and then he 
took off my shirt so all I was in was the diaper, and then he 
unstrapped the diaper and let it fall to the floor, so now I was naked. 
I had no idea what he had planned for me, but it wasn’t anything too 
good. Then he picked me up and took me over to his bathroom and told me 
as part one of my punishment he was going to give me my bath. I was so 
embarrassed only because I was almost a teenager and my dad was giving 
me a bath. But when he was done he just took me out of the bathroom 
naked and then gave me a towel and told me to go downstairs so I walked 
downstairs and just stood there waiting for my dad to come downstairs.

I noticed that both of my brothers were downstairs and my older brother 
had a friend over. Finally, my dad came down and picked me up in my 
towel and took me into the living room where everybody was and then he 
lay me down on the floor and told me to stay there, he would be right 
back. I was so embarrassed, everyone was laughing at me. I started 
crying, which was even more embarrassing, but the worst wasn’t even 
done yet. My dad came down with a diaper, powder, and a t-shirt. He sat 
down in front of me, uncovered me and then put the diaper under my butt 
and the he powdered me and the pulled the diaper up over my crotch and 
fastened the tapes. And then he put one of my smallest shirts on me and 
that’s all I could wear all day unless we went somewhere. My dad walked 
into the kitchen and everyone followed him except me. I just lay there 
on the floor crying. My dad came back into the living room and picked 
me up and took me into the kitchen. It was breakfast time but the 
punishment was just getting worse and worse. They had taken all of my 
old baby stuff out and told me I was going to be treated like a baby 
for the rest of the weekend, so at breakfast dad put me in my highchair 
to eat in front of the whole family.

After that was all over I just sat on the couch and watched TV. I asked 
mom if she could get me some juice or something. She did, except she 
came out with a baby bottle. I had fallen asleep on the couch from 
crying so much when I woke up I needed changing again. I told my dad I 
needed changing and he told my older brother to do it. That was 
embarrassing, so I went to my room and just watched TV up there for 
awhile. Then my mom came up and put me in my crib. I asked her not to 
but she did anyways and then I tried to get out and I couldn’t so I was 
stuck in there until she came to let me out. but it was my big brother 
that came to get me and when he picked me up I threw a tantrum but my 
parents weren’t home, so he was in charge and when I started to cry an 
kick. He just put me down and pulled me by my hand but he had to pick 
me up as we were going down the stairs, otherwise I would trip. He just 
laid me down on the couch and not to move. He went into the kitchen and 
called mom and dad, who were out at the store and told my dad how I had 
been acting. He said he would handle it when he got home. So my brother 
just made me lay on the couch until my dad got home. When he got home 
he told me to go wait for him upstairs, so I ran upstairs and just 
stood in his room. He came up picked me up and layed me on the bed. He 
took off my diaper that was already wet again and threw it away so I 
just laid there for about 5 minutes while my dad went to get another 
diaper and other things. When he got back up he took me to the bathroom 
he sat on the toilet lid and bent me over his knee with nothing but a 
shirt on he started to spank me and it just kept getting harder and 
harder it hurt so much I begged him to stop. I remember exactly what I 
said:

"Daddy, please stop! It hurts! I won’t do it again, please!" While I 
was crying, but he didn’t stop. After about 15 beatings he stopped. 
Then he took me to his bed and I just lay there naked. I don’t know 
why, he just told me to lay there and not get up, so I didn’t, but I 
ended up falling asleep. When I woke up there was a diaper next to me 
but I wasn’t allowed to put I on myself, so I yelled for my dad to come 
up and he did. Then he put my diaper on me and took me downstairs and 
we both just sat in the rocking chair together, except he lay me down 
across his lap so I could drink my bottle. He felt bad for me and just 
wished he didn’t have to be so strict on me. My butt still hurt pretty 
bad but my dad was being nice for the rest of the day. I didn’t get hit 
again that day. We just spent the day together doing cool things.

We were all about to go out for dinner but dad had to change me first. 
He felt even worse when he saw how red my butt was. He told me he was 
still going to have to treat me like a baby but I didn’t mind. When we 
went out to the car I saw two car seats. I knew the other one was for 
me but I wasn’t going to let that ruin my day, so I didn’t refuse or 
anything I just sat in the car seat. At least at the restaurants mom 
and dad didn’t make me sit in a highchair. I sat in between my dad and 
my big brother. When we got home my brother’s friend left and we just 
fooled around all night, but I wasn’t very happy, so I asked dad if I 
could just go to bed, so he took me upstairs changed my diaper and put 
me in pajamas and then put me in my crib, and then he said he would be 
right back. He brought me bottle of milk and then lay me down and 
covered me up and then left. I fell asleep instantly.

The next morning I woke up to my brother taking me out of my crib. I 
still was a little irritated with him but I was too tired to do 
anything. I just lay my head on his shoulder and then he lay me on the 
bed to change my diaper and then he took me downstairs to dad and he 
just carried! me around forever. It seemed he wouldn’t put me down but 
I wasn’t mad because I was still really tired.

PART 3: TODAYS LIFE

When I turned 18 I told my mom and dad how I felt safer and better in 
diapers and asked then if I could live there and if the would be 
willing to change my diapers. My mom said no but my dad said yes but I 
ended up staying after all. I now have a big crib, big high chair, some 
kind of big car seat so I can fit and I have diapers, of course.

PART 4: MY DAILY ROUTINE

  7:30- I wake up and mommy changes my diaper
  7:30- I go downstairs and eat breakfast
  8:00- I take a daily bath
  8:30- just hang out
  9:00- diaper check
  9:00- watch TV
 10:00- play out back
 11:00- lunch time
 11:30- nap time
 12:30- diaper check
 12:30- just do whatever
 1:00- pick up my little brother from high school
 1:30- snack time
 1:45- diaper check
 2:00- daddy comes home from work
 2:00- me and daddy sit on the couch and just talk
 2:30- we go outside and work on the yard
 3:00- lay down on the couch and drink a bottle
 3:45- diaper check
 3:45-6:00- we do watever all different stuff
 6:00- dinner time
 7:00- bathtime
 7:30- diaper change and get ready for bed
 8:00- go to bed