I’ve been a bedwetter my whole life, but I was never punished for it until I turned 13. Up until then, my mother figured it wasn’t abnormal for a girl to wet the bed, but a bedwetting teenager was not acceptable. Starting on my 13th birthday, she started marking off days that I woke up wet. I had worn pull-ups to bed until I was 11, but then they no longer fit. Even though the package says “up to 125lbs”, they would simply rip down the side at night and my bed would get soaked. My parents had to buy adult diapers from the medical supply store, which were more expensive than pull-ups. I think the extra cost is part of the reason my mother was so upset and why my father let her punishment for it.
As part of my punishment, my mother would check every night at bed time to make sure I was wearing a diaper. In the morning, I had to find her and let her see if the diaper was dry or wet. If it was dry, I had to remove it carefully and save it for that night. If it was wet, I had to mark it off on the calendar and sit at the table with the family to eat breakfast in my soaking wet diaper. My younger brother and sister always thought it was hilarious to see me wearing a diaper.
On the first Saturday of each month, my mother would count the number of wet nights I had. Five or less was considered an improvement. If it was more than 5, she would start by taking me over her lap for the same type of spanking I would get for any other infraction, but then I had to bend over the kitchen table and she would give me one swat for each wet night with her school paddle. After my spanking, she would put me in a diaper for the rest of the day. She would ‘check’ my diaper several times throughout the day, then take me to the bathroom to sit on the toilet for fifteen minutes. The same way she potty trained all of us. If I had to use the bathroom between diaper checks, I had to wait. If I couldn’t hold it, and wet the diaper, my potty training was extended to Sunday as well. That only happened three times ever and only because she would get sidetracked with projects and forget to check on me. During my potty training days, I had to stay in the house wearing only a pajama top and my diaper. If my siblings brought friends over, I was allowed to stay in my room, but my mother had no issues with dragging me down the hall to the bathroom while people watched.
When I was 15, my nighttime wetting slowed considerably and by 16 had all but stopped. For some weird reason I missed the attention I had gotten for wetting the bed and craved the punishment and humiliation. After two months of only wetting the bed 2-3 times, I missed the potty training days and sitting at the breakfast table in a wet diaper. So I started wetting in the morning on purpose. The first month, I did it just enough to earn a punishment. The following month, I was wet half the month.
That was part of my life all the way up until I was 19, when I finally got enough scholarships and grants to go to college. I knew I was going to miss the punishments when I moved away, but it was shortlived. I met an awesome guy on FetLife and he has taken over where my mother left off. He is much better at it too.