Steve’s
Diaper Discipline: My History
Chapter
1
Outline:
I was an only child to “well-to-do” parents who spent more time worrying about their social lives than paying attention to me. At an early age I discovered one way to get attention was to wet the bed and later I progressed to wetting and messing my pants.
It
all started at age 6 and initially my mother thought it was normal so her
solution was to put me back in diapers to save on laundry and to hopefully
shame me into changing my ways.
At
age 13 I did something awful to embarrass my parents and my mom took drastic
measures to punish me, stop me from seeing my friends, teach me a lesson and it
would forever have an effect on me.
My Story:
As an only child I was spoiled from an early age with material things but not with attention. My father was a successful businessman who traveled continuously, when he was home he and my mother entertained clients and attended social gatherings. My mother enjoyed the trappings of being a rich wife and didn’t hesitate to go shopping 3-4 times a week or “do lunch” with her friends. I on the other hand seemed to be an afterthought and starved attention.
I
recall being slow in potty training and this frustrated my mother, looking back
maybe I was doing it on purpose in order to keep my mother’s attention. I also
enjoyed the feeling of a wet diaper but didn’t like the teasing I got from my
little friends at the age of 3-4. I think it was the teasing that pushed me to
give up my diapers much to the relief of my mother.
However,
at age 6 when I started Grade One something tweaked inside me and for some
unknown reason I started wetting the bed at night. The first few times mom said
nothing but by the time it happened 2-3 times in a week mom resorted to putting
a plastic sheet on my bed and waking me up a few times a night to go use the
bathroom. It was in the second or third week of these wettings that mom finally
got a little more drastic in her approach. She woke me up one Saturday or
Sunday morning to discover that I had wet again she scolded me,
“This
has gone on long enough if you’re going to act like a baby I’m going to put you
back into diapers just like a baby!”
Without
another word she sat down on the edge of the bed took me by the arm and pulled
me across her knee. With one quick yank my pj bottoms were down around my ankle
and she delivered 5-6 solid smacks on my moist bottom. I was crying more from
the shock and shame of the spanking than the pain as she sent me into the
bathroom to get cleaned up while she removed the wet bedding.
Mom
was so angry with me that I was forced to spend the day inside instead of with
my friends, I whined and complained so she sent me over to my grandparents home
while she went out shopping. It was just before dinner when my mom called me up
to her room, I walked in and there on the bed lay piles of cloth diapers,
plastic baby pants, baby powder, cream and baby pins.
I
remember stopping in my tracks but before I could turn and run she firmly
grabbed me by the arm and lead me over to her bed.
She
sat me down and spoke to me in firm yet kind motherly voice, “Now Stephen this
bedwetting has got to stop but in the meantime you are going to have to wear
diapers and baby pants to bed every night until you prove to me that you’re a
big boy and can stay dry at night. Do you understand?”
“But
I promise to stay dry”, I complained.
Mom
would not listen to my objections as she began to unbutton my pants then firmly
pushed me into the laying position to remove my underpants. I whimpered and to
quiet me she reached over and gently shoved a baby’s pacifier in my mouth,
“There,
there quiet down while mommy diapers you.”
She
swiftly slid 2 thick cloth diapers under my bottom, lifted my legs and spread a
thick glob of white cream over my bum and between my cheeks as I struggled.
I’ll never forget the weird feeling as she pulled the thick, soft cloth up
between my legs and pinned them on very snugly. Next came the plastic baby
pants which she held up, gave them a shake to figure out which way was front
and pushed them up my legs and over my diapers.
She
pulled me to my feet and had me stand in front of her while she adjusted the
plastic pants to make sure the diapers were sealed inside. I could see myself
in the full-length mirror hanging on the back of her door, my thick diapers
filled the plastic pants creating a big bulge in the front and a very rounded
bottom that made my bum look huge.
I
was not too pleased with the situation and as a result my mom put me in my room
for a nap while she prepared dinner, she warned me that if I removed my diapers
she’d make me wear them to school which was warning enough for me not to do it.
Dad
came home that evening and was shocked to find me in the family room wearing
diapers and a t-shirt just like a toddler. He was far from pleased about my
wetting and agreed with my mom’s choice of diapers.
All
through Grade 1 and most of Grade 2 I was regularly diapered in the evening
without much fuss on my part, none of my friends knew of my diapers but half way
through 2nd Grade that all changed. It was during recess on a cold
winter day when I had a “big accident”, I suddenly had to poo and went inside
to use the washroom. The teacher monitor stopped me in the hallway and as she
unzipped my snow pants my bowels rumbled and I filled my pants with a big soft
load. She was an older lady and not the nicest teacher, she got very angry and
marched me to the nurse’s office where she called my mother.
Mom
came to school and was furious with me, she assumed that I had messed my pants
on purpose to get attention and because of this incident she was missing an
engagement with a friend. She cleaned me up and took me home where mom really
got upset with me. She didn’t believe for the second that it was an accident
and that now I was messing my pants as a form of rebellion. She sent me to my
room and a few hours later informed me that I would be grounded for a month and
during that time I would be sent to school with diapers on under my clothes.
It
turned out that younger kids in my school often wore diapers and the school had
arrangements for these types of situations. To avoid too much embarrassment I
was excused from Gym class and the school nurse would handle any accidents and
diaper changes. Within the first 2 days my friends noticed my plastic pants
exposed at the back of my pants and I was relentlessly teased at recess and at
lunchtime. I was so upset that I wet my pants but instead of going to the nurse
to get changed I suffered through afternoon classes in a wet diaper.
One
afternoon on the way home from school some of the older kids tormented me, they
had heard about my diapers so during the walk home through a wooded area they
cornered me. They teased me calling me, “Baby Stevie”, “Pee-pee Pants” and
wanted to know if I needed my diaper changed.
I
started to cry and one of the boys pushed me down to the ground and held me
while a couple of others pulled down my baggy pants to reveal my diapers and
plastic baby pants. They howled with laughter as I ran home bawling like a
baby. Mom was so upset, she cuddled and soothed me like a baby. The boys were
severely reprimanded but it did little good for me because every kid in the
school now knew I wore diapers.
For
the next few years I was diapered at night when my wetting problems arouse. By
the time I was 13 and entered high school I was starting to rebel, create
problems at school, hang out with the wrong crowd and experiment with drugs. My
spoiled upbringing and lack of attention from my parents was starting to show.
What would happen near the end of 8th Grade would be drastic and
effect me forever.
All
through Elementary school I was teased about wearing diapers to school. The
switch to high school was a chance for me to start off with new friends. I had
begun to hang around with some of the rougher kids in school and as the months
passed I became more and more disobedient, and it was that summer that I pushed
my mother to the breaking point. I was already staying out late, drinking beer
and smoking pot in the park and the final straw came the first week of summer
vacation.
A
group of us decided that it would be fun to break into a house to obtain some
alcohol and as luck would have it a neighbor saw us and called the police. When
they arrived we all ran but I was the only one who was caught. Due to our
family’s prominence in the city my parents were spared the public humiliation
of me being charged with “Breaking and Entering” instead the police officer
brought me home and spoke directly with my mother. She was furious and
guaranteed that she would deal with the situation and that nothing like this
would ever happen again.
When
the officers left she sent me to my room and instructed me to wait for her, it
was almost an hour before she finally came in and I could see that she was
still furious. Without a word she grabbed me by the arm and lead me down the
hall towards her bedroom, before I knew what was happening she yanked down my
pants and gave my bottom a hard swat through my underpants. She sat down on the
edge of the bed and pulled me over her knee as if I were a small child.
The
first few smacks were partially shielded by my underpants but then she pulled
them down and continued on my bare bottom which stung. Soon I was struggling to
break free but I was small for my age and my mother was a large person. The
more I struggled the harder she hit me until I was now crying like a baby to
make matters worse I lost control of my bladder and peed all over her lap and
the bedspread. She finally stopped lead me back to my room and told me that I
was grounded for the entire summer which meant I was not to leave the house
without her permission.
It
lasted all of 2 days before I snuck out one evening to meet my friends but mom
discovered that I was gone and drove around looking for me. When she found me
at a friend’s house she literally dragged me out of the house, smacked me on
the bum a couple times my bladder was full and the sharp smacks caused me to
pee my pants right beside the car, she just shook her head in disgust and drove
home without a word.
It
was about a week later when she revealed her planned punishment and way of
controlling my behavior for the rest of the summer. One morning after getting
out of the shower I discovered that she had locked all my clothing in the
closet I went to her room and demanded to know what was going on. Mom closed
the door and told me to sit down while she explained.
“You’ve
demonstrated that I can’t trust you to stay alone in the house without running
off to be with your delinquent friends, and now you leave me no choice but to
take drastic measures to top it off. You can’t seem to control that bladder of
yours. Your father and I have been much too lenient with you in your upbringing
and now we are paying the price, you’ve embarrassed us in front of our friends
and to prevent further embarrassment to the family I’ve guaranteed to the
police that you will never cause any more problems in the town. So starting in
the fall we are removing you from your regular school and will be attending a
private Catholic school which has strict disciplinary rules and high scholastic
expectations. In the meantime I’ve decided that the best way of teaching you a
lesson is to take away your privileges and to confine you to the house until
school starts. To ensure that you don’t pull the same stunt again you’re going
to be in baby diapers and plastic pants 24 hours a day and you’re going to use
them for their intended purpose. This will guarantee that you won’t be leaving
the house and the discomfort of wearing a wet and messy diaper will hopefully
break you of this habit.”
I
swore at her, “There’s no f---ing way...” before I could finish the sentence
she slapped me once across the face, the shock was worse than the pain but what
came next was even worse.
I
looked up and she was holding a thick cloth diaper and super large white
plastic baby pants. I tried to run out of the room but she grabbed my arm, and
told me to lie on the bed or I would regret it.
I’ll
never forget the humiliation of lying there as she pinned the thick cloth
diaper on me and slid the plastic baby pants up over the diaper. It was so
thick that the plastic pants billowed out like a baby’s.
“There,
I think that will prevent you from running off to be with your friends, won’t
it?”
I
was about to complain but the look on her face stopped me dead in my tracks.
“Get
used to it, my little one, because for the next few months I’m going to treat
you like a little baby boy. This will keep you under control and hopefully
break you of this stupid wetting habit of yours. It certainly looks like I’m
going to have to get some new pants and shorts for you to wear over those
diapers because you’re not spending the entire summer at home. You’ve proven to
me that you can’t be trusted alone and I’m not going to sit around looking
after you during our glorious weather.”
That
afternoon thankfully mom left me at home while she went out shopping. All my
clothing was locked away so I was trapped at home with nothing to wear except
these thick diapers and plastic baby pants. She sat me down at the kitchen
table with a pad of paper and pencil.
“I want to write the following sentence 300 times in my absence, ‘If I behave like a delinquent brat and can’t control my bladder like an infant I will be treated like one’, if you don’t complete them by the time I return you’ll have to deal the consequences. Do you understand?”
I
nodded by head and slowly started to write while she watched over me. She
chastised me for writing so slowly since she didn’t plan on being out for more
than a few hours. I watched from the window as she drove down the long tree
lined drive to the street. I contemplated my options for a few minutes and even
double-checked the locked closet in the faint home. I could get my clothing and
run away from home.
Mom
was gone for a few hours and when she returned I was still far from completing
my lines. Before even checking the lines she patted the bottom of my plastic
pants and then reached inside to discover that they were still dry.
“Did
you use the bathroom while I was gone?” she said in a accusing tone.
Even
though I had I denied it mom sensed that I was not telling her the truth. She
had that disapproving look on her face and when she checked my progress on the
lines she got angry.
“Make
it 500 lines, Stephen, and if you’re not done by bed time you can start again
in the morning from zero!”
She
went over to the refrigerator removed the pitcher full of orange juice and
placed it in front of me along with a glass.
“I
have some unpacking to do while I’m gone start drinking and don’t stop until
the pitcher is empty.”
It
was shortly before dinner when all that juice started to have its effect. I
squirmed and fidgeted in the chair as mom stood over me with her arms crossed
against her chest.
“Come
with me!”
She
grabbed me by the ear, causing me to yell out in pain and shock, she led me out
of the kitchen and upstairs to my bedroom. She had attached hospital style
handrails to my bed, effectively turning it into a type of crib, all the models
and things a 13 year old would have in his room had been removed and in their
place were stacks of cloth diapers, plastic pants, baby powder, diaper rash
cream and safety pins.
”It’s
time for your afternoon nap but first I want you to wet those diapers for me.”
I
refused for a minute but the urge to pee was uncontrollable by now. Although I
had wet myself many other times all of a sudden having my mother order me to
pee while she watched was so humiliating. I started to whine, tears suddenly
developed in my eyes as I released by bursting bladder into the thick soft
diapers. Within seconds I could feel the diaper get heavy plus the flow was so
strong that the diapers weren’t even absorbent enough to absorb the pee causing
a pool of bright yellow pee to form in the crotch of the plastic pants.
Mom
lead me over to the full length mirror and made me look at myself in a soaked
diaper with a puddle of pee visible through the semi-transparent while plastic
baby pants.
“Now
I’ll change you after your nap I want you to fell the discomfort of a damp
diaper for a few hours. Maybe a nice diaper rash will break you of your wetting
habit.”
I
could feel the sloshing inside my plastic pants as I walked uncomfortably over
to my bed. Mom grabbed the waistband of the plastic pants and pulled then up
towards my chest forcing the puddle of pee against the thick double diapers so
it would be absorbed. I lay on my back and could feel the unmistakable coolness
of a plastic mattress cover under my sheet, mom raised up the railing and
warned me not to get out of bed until she returned. She pointed to the “baby
monitor” on my nightstand which would notify her of the sound of me climbing
over the railing.
She
kissed me on the forehead, “There, there my baby sleep a little.”
Chapter
5
I
lay there in my wet diaper and drifted off to sleep and was woken up by mom
pulling down my plastic pants and unpinning the soaking wet diaper. I started
to sit up but she gently pushed me back down on the mattress as she told me to
lift my bum so that she could replace the diapers with a new dry one. I must
have slept awfully heavily because she had somehow slid a changing pad under my
bum before removing my plastic pants.
I
was small for my age barely over 5 feet and skinny as a rail, combine that with
my long straight hair, which was the style in 1976, I was an easy target for
teasing at school. Mom was a tall, heavily built woman so she had no problems
lifting me by the legs to raise my bum of the changing pad.
Before
pinning the diaper into place she slid a couple of diaper liners under me first
and proceeded to apply powder and cream to my bottom as if I were a baby.
“Don’t
do that”, I pleaded still groggy from sleep.
She
ignored me and then the unthinkable happened, while she rubbed the thick white
cream around my balls and penis I started to get an erection.
“What
is this all about? This is not suppose to be enjoyable, getting an erection is
disgusting,” Mom exclaimed loudly.
She
quickly flipped me over onto my stomach and smacked me again on my bare bottom
until my struggles turned to squeals of pain. By the time she was done my
erection was gone and she rediapered me.
“Don’t
ever let me catch you masturbating or the next spanking will be with the wooden
spoon!” she said in a stern voice.
She
told me to put a T-shirt on and come down to the kitchen for dinner. I’ll never
forget the humiliation of standing here with my head down while dressed in a
short t-shirt and thick bulging diapers. Later that evening I’d find out what
it feels like to do something real babies do...
Chapter
6
I sat at the table
on the verge of tears, never looking up at my mom and slowly eating my dinner.
I didn’t know what to say or do the last thing I wanted was to upset her again.
When she was done I said in a soft voice,
“Would you like me
to clear the table?”
“Yes”, was her
only response.
I started to place
the dishes in the sink when my glass slipped from the plate I balancing it on
and smashed down on the tile floor.
“You did that on
purpose didn’t you, you little brat?”
Before I could
answer she swatted me on my padded bottom and pointed to the corner.
“Stand there with
your nose pressed against the wall and your hands behind your back until I tell
you to move. After I clean this up we’re going to have a chat and I’ll deal
with you.”
I stood there for
a couple hours during which time I peed my diapers twice because every time I
started to squirm mom would tell me to stand still. The thought of what was
going to happen next was more of a concern than my wet diapers. When she
finally put an end to my “corner time” first she reached inside to feel how wet
I was.
“Don’t think that
you’re getting changed just because those diapers are damp you still need to
experience what real babies feel before I’m going to change you.”
At the time I
didn’t know what that meant however before the end of the day I would find out.
She sat me back down at the kitchen table to finish writing my “lines” I had
over hundred more to do but she told me that I only had an hour before bedtime,
for every line not completed I would have to write 10 more in the morning.
I wrote like crazy
but still had about 50 to go when she announced that it was bedtime. She looked
the pages over and announced that tomorrow I would have to start over and the
total was 500!!
“That’s not fair!”
I whined.
“You should have
thought before you embarrassed us by stealing, you have a lot to learn, young
man, and over the next few months I’m going to make sure that you learn your
lesson.”
She grabbed me by
the arm and took me upstairs to get ready for bed, I brushed my teeth while she
waited for me in my room. When I came in she was holding a one piece sleeper
instead of my usual pajamas, I knew than to object and once she had my arms and
legs in she zipped it up to my neck. I remember looking at my self in the
mirror and noticing that the sleeper was made of thin pale blue material that
did nothing to hide my diapers.
Next she took a
small luggage lock and fed it thought the zipper and a ring she’d sewn into the
neckband and locked it so I couldn’t remove the sleeper. She handed me a glass
of water and 4 pills.
“Here these will
help you sleep better after such a trying day”.
She laid me down,
pulled the sheet up before kissing me on the forehead.
“Now you sleep I
don’t want to leave your room until I come and get you in the morning. If you
need me you cry out but you’re not to get out of bed. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head
and even though it was still light out I was becoming so tired. Within minutes
I drifted off to sleep.
I remember waking
up some time in the middle of the night, the house was quiet and it was pitch
black. I still felt very sleepy and it took a few minutes for things to come
into focus. What I did realize that I had to poo so badly, my stomach was
growling and I knew that I had to get to the bathroom fast. I jumped out of bed
only to discover that I was locked in my room.
I banged on the
door and called for my mom, within a minute she arrived.
“What did I tell
you about getting out of bed!”
“I have to go to
the bathroom”, I whined.
“Then go…….”,mom
responded.
I assumed that she
meant I could use the bathroom so I scooted by only feel her big hand grab my
shoulder.
“Where do you
think you’re going?”, she growled.
“I, I, I,” I
stammered only to be cut off.
“I meant go ahead
and use your diapers, that’s what they are for”, she snapped.
By now I was
hopping from one foot another in the hopes that the urge would pass.
“I have to poo
mommy”, I pleaded with her.
She tightened her
grip on my shoulder as she guided me back to my bed and made me sit on the edge
of my bed. Sitting actually reduced the urge to go for a few minutes while she
lectured me again.
“I told you before
Stephen that for the next few months you are going to be restricted to diapers
on a full time basis. That means I am going to treat you like an infant, dress
you like one and lastly there are no bathroom privileges. Yes, I wasn’t kidding
when I told you that you would be using your diapers for everything!”
“No way!! You
can’t do this to me!” I screamed.
Without warning
mom gave me a solid smack across the face with her right hand,
“You watch your
mouth, young man, the next time you raise your voice to me I’ll wash that mouth
of yours out with soap. I had planned on changing you after you soiled your
diapers but now you can stay in those dirty diapers until morning.”
She stood up and
told me to mess my diapers while she waited. I shook my head in objection and
could feel tears start to well up in my eyes. Mom gently pushed me back into a
laying position, then lifted my legs and spread them slightly.
“Now be a good
baby and make a ‘stinky’ for me”, she cooed.
I resisted for
maybe a minute by clenching my butt cheeks tightly together but the pressure in
my bowels was getting to be too much. I’ll never forget because I started to
cry and almost as if it were involuntary I lifted my hips off the bed as the
poo started to force open my sphincter muscles. The poop started coming slowly
and then as if a dam had burst a huge load of semi-hard poop exploded out and
filled my diaper spreading in all directions.
My crying had
progressed to bawling like a baby so mom positioned me in her lap and cuddled
me until I calmed down. I must have fallen asleep in her arms because the next
thing I knew it was just becoming light (probably around 5:00am) and I could
feel the heavy load In my diapers when I shifted my weight.
I immediately
called out for my mom and when she appeared she refused to change me and told
me to stay in bed until breakfast in a few hours.
I was helpless and
all I could do was lay there until she decided it was time to get up. It was so
humiliating to lay there in a soiled diaper, every move I made caused the
sticky mass to spread even more. God, how could I spend the entire summer like
this?