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Thief's Punishment

I developed my diaper fetish at a young age. The reasons for it are involved enough that I will save that for another story. This story, however, is about my later teenaged years. Between the ages of 10 and 14, I would often tape together 4 baby diapers to create one big diaper that would fit me. It wasn't waterproof or anything, but it certainly felt good. At that point, I had no idea that adult diapers even existed, but in the ninth grade I made a huge discovery.

During P.E. one day, the coach asked me to run to the nurse's office to pick up a box of ace bandages. The nurse directed me to a supply closet to grab what I needed, as she was busy with a sick student. The supply closet was full of boxes with all sorts of medical things, including a big box filled with Attends. I had no idea what Attends were back then, but the drawing of a diaper on the front piqued my interest. When I opened the box and found diapers big enough to fit me, I was in heaven. I snagged a couple, hid them in the box of bandages I was sent after and made a stop at my locker to put them in my backpack.

Over the next several months, I often found a reason to visit the nurse's office where I could snag more diapers. Then one day my luck ran out. The nurse caught me leaving the storage room with two Attends inside my coat. She assumed I was stealing them to perpetrate some sort of practical joke on other students, which saved me some embarassment. She did, however, call my mother and explain that I was stealing adult diapers that were meant for disabled students.

When I got home, my mom was pissed. She told me she had to buy new diapers to replace the ones I had stolen, so she took me with her to the drug store where she bought two bags of Attends. Once home, she dragged me to my room where she told me that she knew all about the weird diaper stories I had written, but she just assumed it was in my head. My punishment was to spend the entire weekend in the diapers I craved so much. I tried to fight it as she began pulling down my pants, but the threat of a mall trip in just diapers put a quick stop to that. After taping me up into a diaper, she led me by the hand to the living room where both my sisters (one older, one younger) saw me.

My older sister spoke first, "Oh my god! What's going on?!?"

Mom's response shut everyone up for a good long while. "This is what happens when you piss me off!"

I expected a lot more teasing from my sisters, but I think they were simply dumbfounded at my mom's new choice of punishment. I wore diapers for the next 48 hours and had to use the diapers and not the restroom. Mom changed my wet and messy diapers in the middle of the living room floor, in front of my sisters. It was a very embarassing weekend, but at least she didn't publically humiliate me. When my friends called or showed up, they were told I was grounded and sent home.

I figured this would be a one time punishment, but it turns out my mother was rather fond of the effects. She began to use diaper punishment as her preferred method of punishment. About a month after my weekend in diapers, my older sister Tina was caught making out with a boy my mom had forbidden her to see. Her punishment was a weekend in diapers. I felt a bit odd whenever she would walk by, because my mother knew about my fetish and I didn't want it to look like I was enjoying my sister's punishment.

Over the next few years, diaper punishment was common in my house. It wasn't much of a punishment for me, so I would often do things on purpose to be punished. I spent about one weekend a month in diapers. Tina had a diaper weekend about once every other month and my younger sister, Melissa, was about once every six months.

- Darrell

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