I’ve been a diaper lover for as long as I can remember. This desire to be punished with diaper discipline led to one of the most memorable experiences of my life.
Mom knew all about my fantasies, because she had found my hand written stories of diaper discipline when I was only 13. She confronted me when she found them, but after a small talk she seemed convinced it wasn’t an issue and gave them back to me. After that she just ignored it like it didn’t exist. That is until a couple years later…
I was 15 at the time and I had to go to the nurse’s office to pick up some supplies for the gym teacher – ace bandages and such. The nurse directed me to a large walk-in closet and told me to take what I needed. What I found in the closet, besides the normal stuff you would find in a nurse’s office, was a huge box filled with Attends adult diapers. At this point in my life I was not even aware that they made diapers in adult sizes, so it was a pleasant surprise for me. I stuffed a few into the bottom of the box and then covered them with the stuff the gym teacher requested. On my way back to the gym, I stopped at my locker and hid the diapers in my backpack.
A couple times a week I would sneak into the nurse’s office and snatch a few more diapers. Before long, I had a nice little pile of diapers at home safely tucked away in my secret hiding spot. Everything was great until the day the nurse caught me. I was more embarassed to be caught stealing diapers than afraid of the fact I was caught stealing. I begged her not to call my mom, but she was convinced I was stealing them to harass and intimidate other students, so she insisted on calling my mother and telling her all about my thievery.
After school that day, I went home to find the entire stack of stolen diapers and my folder of fantasy stories sitting on the kitchen table. Mom yelled at me for several minutes about how stealing was wrong and how she was disappointed in me. After she calmed down, she asked me if I wanted to experience the things in my stories so bad I was willing to steal. When I nodded affirmative, she asked if she initiate that type of punishment for me now. I told her I thought about it all the time, but I didn’t actually want to do anything where someone would find out. She stared at me for a long moment, then told me if I didn’t want people to find out then I would need to make sure I didn’t get in trouble when I had plans. At this point, she grabbed one of the diapers from the pile and began unbuttoning my pants. She told me that my first punishment was going to be wearing the diapers I stole until they were all gone. This was a fantasy come true for me, but my heart was racing in fear because I realized that this wasn’t a fantasy and Mom had complete control.
Once my pants were off, she laid me on the floor in the middle of the kitchen and fastened the disposable adult diaper around my waist like she’d done it a million times. She handed me back my pants and told me to get them on, because we needed to go shopping and replace the diapers I had stolen. We went to a local pharmacy where Mom bought a package of new Attends. I was very self conscious of the diaper I was wearing under my pants as the crinkle they made when I walked sounded very loud and I was sure everyone could tell I was diapered. The fact that my mother was holding a package of adult diapers as she casually strolled from aisle to aisle made it seem even more obvious.
Shortly after dinner, I realized that I would need to go potty very soon. I figured Mom wouldn’t want to change messy diapers, so I asked her if I could use the bathroom. She told me that no bathroom priviledges was part of my punishment. At about 7pm, my diaper was still clean as I couldn’t work up to actually using the diaper, but the cramps in my colon were getting bad. It was this time that my mother told me it was almost bed time and I would be in bed by 7:30 during diaper punishment. She also made it clear that if I didn’t want to sleep in a dirty diaper, I better do my business before bed time. A few minutes later, I finally managed to overcome years of potty training and have a bowel movement in my diaper. It was disgusting and nothing like I fantasized about, but at 7:30 Mom came to my room with a clean diaper and wipes.
The next morning, Mom woke me up earlier than usual and told me that we needed to go to school early to replace the diapers I had stolen and apologize to the nurse. I had hoped she would let me wear normal clothes, but she changed my wet diaper for a dry diaper and told me to get dressed. The prospect of going to school in a diaper was the most frightening experience of my life, but I knew I didn’t have a choice so I tried to convince myself that if they made diapers for adults they must not be obvious.
We got to the school a full 45 minutes early and there was only one or two students walking around. Luckily Mom put the package of diapers in a shopping bag, so it was hidden from wandering eyes. In the nurse’s office, Mom gave the package of diapers to the nurse and apologized for my behavior. The nurse told my mother that she couldn’t accept a replacement, because it was against the rules for anyone other than a parent or guardian to bring supplies like this for other students. Mom then told the nurse they weren’t replacements – they were for me. She explained to the nurse all about my fetish and how from now on I would be diaper punished when I needed it. The pack of diapers we brought in were to be kept here for those punishment days when I might need a diaper change at school. I thought for sure the nurse wouldn’t go for it, but she just smiled at me and told my mom she would be happy to help out.
Because of the number of diapers I had stolen over the past few months, I was kept diapered 24/7 for the next two weeks. By the time it was over, I was ready to swear off my fantasies as it was nothing like I had imagined. I lived in constant fear that my friends would notice my diaper or my diaper would leak and mess my pants. At one point, I had to have a bowel movement at school and the nurse insisted she wouldn’t change messy diapers – only wet ones – so I was sent home early and had to walk a full mile home in a very messy diaper. Then Mom refused to change it until bed time. That was my first bout with diaper rash.
I thought for sure this was just Mom’s way of teaching me a lesson, but a few months later I got in trouble for sneaking out with friends in the middle of the night. The next morning, Mom bought another package of diapers and sentenced me to another term of diaper discipline. At this point I was learning my lesson and became a much better behaved son. I had to endure diaper discipline a few more times before I moved out at the age of 20 and each time, she would introduce someone new to my punishment.
The first time was obviously the nurse at my school. The second time, she made a point of inviting over a friend of hers to witness my punishment. I had known her most of my life and it was very embarssing to be seen in a dirty diaper by her. The third time, Mom invited a girl from my school that lived a few doors down. She was to be my new babysitter when Mom had errands to run. I was assured that she would keep my secret, unless I refused to obey her while she was babysitting. If I refused to do as she said, she was free to tell anyone she wanted about my punishments. Mom did not ask her to change my diapers, however, as that would just be wrong, so I often spent many uncomfortable hours in a dirty diaper while she watched me.
By the time I moved out on my own, nearly a dozen people were completely aware of my diaper punishments, but luckily I never became the butt of jokes at school. Thinking back now, I remember it all fondly, but when it was actually happening I was terrified. I guess that old statement ‘be careful what you wish for’ is true…