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Diaper Punishment is Real! – by Charlotte

March 2, 2013

My name is Charlotte and I just wanted to write this letter to clear up some confusion if I can. I’ve read a lot of forum posts around the internet about childhood diaper punishment. Those posts are almost always followed up by lots of other people calling them liars based on the belief that social services would get involved in something that was so obviously abusive. While that might be true today, it was not when I was a child.

Born in 1964, I was raised in the 60s and 70s. “Spare the rod, spoil the child” was almost a mantra to most parents. It was common to see mothers spanking children in the middle of a supermarket. Not simple slaps to the ass, but full blown belt on the ass until they’re bawling spankings. The reaction from other parents? Praise for the parent that just finished beating their kid in public. Humiliation was not only acceptable, it was considered a ‘godly’ form of discipline.

Diaper punishment was not nearly as common as public beatings, but it did happen. It happened to me for most of my childhood in fact. I also knew of at least two others that received diaper punishment as well. They were both boys though. I will touch on them at the end of this letter.

My mother kept me in diapers every night until I was eight years old. I had a bedwetting problem that persisted nightly until I was about five, but I continued to wet the bed sporadically until I was eight. By that time I was only wetting the bed once every few months, so my stopped diapering me at night. She told me that I was old enough to get up and use the toilet if I needed it and if I wet the bed again I would be punished.

I don’t recall how long I went without wetting the bed after that point. It seemed like a long time, but was probably only a few weeks. When I woke up wet, I told her what had happened. She spanked me with one of her slippers on my wet pajamas and told me that only babies wet the bed. She pulled a set of night diapers and plastic pants out of the closet and made me lie on the floor as she diapered me. I spent the entire day in that diaper. I wore knee length dress over it just in case anyone visited. When I had to go to the bathroom, she unpinned the diaper and let me go, but it was back in the diaper when I was finished. I slept in the diaper that night as well and woke up dry, so Mom let me go back to normal clothes. This became the normal routine every time I wet the bed, which was only a few times a year at this point.

When I hit puberty, I was unprepared for monthly periods. Mom did the motherly thing and showed me everything I needed to know, but I was a kid and I was lazy. On occassion I would forget to change my pad for too long and would leak through my pants or on the furniture. For this, I was again spanked and put in diapers. This form of diaper punishment, however, was longer than a day in diapers. I had to stay in diapers until my period ended. She never made me use the diapers, for which I was always grateful.

During diaper punishment, I was not excused from any normal activities. School, shopping, church were all still expected. Being a girl, I was able to wear a long dress, but sometimes she would humiliate me anyway if she thought I was being cheeky or spoiled. One time, while being diaper punished, my mom and I were at the grocery store waiting in line. One of the neighbor boys walked by and said hello, but I didn’t like him so I stuck my tongue out at him. My mom acted appalled and pulled me dress up high enough to expose my diaper before swatting my ass three times with her hand. Then she loudly admonished me for being rude.

Another time we were at a barbecue and several kids were playing games in the yard. Wearing a thick diaper and plastic pants, I chose to sit out. My mom insisted I play though, which didn’t turn out too well. In the middle of a game of ‘red light, green light’ I was tripped by another kid, which sent me flailing to the ground and my dress flew up over my head. Everyone saw my diapers and teased me about it. They all got in trouble for teasing me, but it was still traumatizing.

The last time I received diaper punishment was when I was sixteen. My mother caught me talking dirty in the backyard with a college boy and decided that I needed a lesson on the fact that I was underage. He was visiting the next door neighbors for the week, so I was kept in diapers until he left. I think it was more her idea of a chastity device than a punishment though.

As for the two boys I mentioned earlier, one of them was a boy I saw when we went to the Grand Canyon for vacation. He wasn’t there on vacation though. His parents owned the motel we were staying at. I was twelve or thirteen and he was about the same age. The first time I noticed something odd was when I looked out the window at 5 am and saw him dropping complimentary newspapers in front of everyone’s door. He was wearing thin shorts and a shirt, but it was clear he was wearing a thick diaper under his shorts. At that point I assumed he was a bedwetter and would be going back to bed after delivering the newspapers, but then I saw him dressed the same way later that day when I saw him putting clean towels in a linen closet. It’s possible he was disabled or simply incontinent, but his mode of dress seemed like it was purposefully humiliating.

The other boy was a boy that went to a nearby school and lived a few blocks from me. His father was one of those super macho types that wanted to turn his son into a real man. He was always trying to teach him to fight, ride a dirtbike, shoot a gun, etc. Any time he would do something his father considered ‘unmanly’ he would punish him by making him walk around in a diaper and t-shirt. The first time I ever saw him, a friend and I were walking through the woods behind his house and saw him chopping wood in his backyard dressed only in a diaper and shirt. And his diaper was clearly wet and saggy. His diaper punishment treatments were legendary around the neighborhood. So much so that even other parents would talk about how abusive his father was. None of them did anything about it though, because back then you stayed out of other people’s business.

Anyway, all of those experiences growing up had an impact on me and now I have this incredible desire to be diapered and humiliated. I have a wonderful husband that is supportive to a point, but it’s really not his thing so it’s a rare pleasure for me. I just wanted to write this letter to let all the naysayers out there know that diaper punishments really did exist in the 60s and 70s. I think the practice mostly died off in the 80s as child protection became more focused. Thank you for reading and for the awesome site. If I wasn’t married, I would love to come stay in your nursery for a while. 🙂

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  1. Absolutely! I was born in 1968 and diaper punishment was prevalent in the 70s. I was diaper punished for wetting the bed and I knew of at least a half dozen others as well. Usually I was spanked for punishment, but if I cried from the spanking my mom would make me wear diapers for a few hours.

    The worst diaper punishment I had was when I was 11 and I played too long outside and wet my pants. She made me wear diapers for the rest of the weekend.

    There are a lot of younger people that don’t believe these accounts, but we lived them. Thanks for your story.

  2. When I was about ten in the early 70’s, my grandmother was spanking me with a wooden spatula for dipping my finger in the frosting of her cake. In the middle of the spanking I pissed my pants. She pulled cloth diapers and rubber pants out of the garage and made me wear them until my mother picked me up that evening.

    That was the only time I was ever diaper punished, but it stuck with me for my entire life. Pretty sure it is the basis for my fetish today.

  3. as fucked up as it sounds i was put in dipers by my dad when i got my period he thought it was like pee and girls shud be abel to hold it until they go to bathroom.. every time i got my period he would make me wear them. . it sucked at the time but now i luv them

  4. In 1974, when I was 13 years old, I announced to all of my cousin’s friends at his birthday party that he still wet the bed and wore diapers at night. I was pissed at him and thought it was funny. My mom didn’t think it was funny at all and made me wear one of his diapers and stand facing a tree for the rest of the party. It was as embarrassing as it sounds. As with others, I’m positive it led to my current fetish.

      1. Not sure what else there is to say. We were at my cousin’s party. He was turning 12 and I had just turned 13. There was about a dozen kids there and a bunch of mothers. I hated him, because he was the tattle-tale type.

        We were playing some sort of yard game and he made a comment about how he got everything for his birthday that I asked for on mine, but didn’t get. I snapped and said “Well at least I don’t wear diapers to bed” in a louder than normal voice. When all the other kids looked at him, I said “Yeah. He wets the bed and has to wear diapers.” They started teasing him about it and some of the parents heard it and told my mother.

        She came out and grabbed me by the ear and dragged me into the house. She spanked me with a wooden spoon she grabbed out of the kitchen and then took my pants. She put one of his cloth diapers over my underwear and pinned it on. Then a pair of rubber pants over that. I was bigger than him, so they fit really tight.

        After that she dragged me back outside by my ear and made me stand facing a tree in front of everyone until the party was over. Wearing only my shirt, socks and a diaper. I heard a few giggles, but none of the kids teased me outright. I think they were afraid of getting the same treatment.

        That enough detail for you? 🙂

  5. Hello.

    I´m born in 1952, and my female cousin 1956.

    Both of us were punished for every naughty thing we did, or spoke.

    At first we got more than only spankings, we were beaten the living hell out of us !

    We both had weak bladders, and for wet beds or pants we got at first a spanking, and than diapers and plastic pants.

    My cousin had to wear her diapers until she was 20, when she left her parents house forever.

    I had to wear diapers until I was 12, and left for boarding school.

    Diapers for punishment was a common thing in my family, and nearly normal in the 50th, up to the 70th.

    Excuse my poor english, but I´m german.

    Regards from WindelDOM

  6. What you don’t seem to understand is, your situation WAS abuse and absolutely not the mainstream thinking in the 60’s. You had a dysfunctional family with clear and detailed memory. You have been so scarred by this abuse that you rationalize and accept it as normal because you are in denial. I graduated high school in 1967 and I have never known anyone, child or parent that experienced this abuse. The scene you describe in public settings is also very rare and in the case of the fe like you who lived it, most will seek counseling with a therapist specializing in this behavior. I am sorry about your disturbing upbringing put contrary to what you believe, “back then” wasn’t the scene you describe. And, this type of abuse is not unique to a decade or a century. Many cases of this type of abuse were to achieve sexual pleasure and orgasm under the cover of “punishment”, “discipline” and other explanations. Unfortunately, you are still suffering and still accepting abnormal as normal.

    1. I don’t know. I’m 58 and I have to concur with the OP. Growing up in the 60s and 70s, diapers was a common sight. During the warmer months, I would often see cloth diapers hanging outside to dry in many houses that didn’t have babies. Of course, it wasn’t considered diaper punishment back then. It was just a fact of life that many bedwetters were diapered at night. I believe the statistics show that about 40% of children wet the bed at some point and as many as 20% are chronic wetters.

      These days, they have pull-ups and more discreet means of dealing with the problem. Back then(at least where I grew up), disposable diapers in big kid sizes didn’t seem to exist and most households owned a washer, but not a dryer.

      That being said, my own fetish developed from witnessing one of my friend’s little brother being diapered for bed when I was staying at his house. I have no idea why it affected me so much, but I had always wished I had his mom instead of my own. My mom mostly ignored me and was pretty mean most of the time. She was also an alcoholic. His mom always seemed so interested in his life and loving. She was an amazing cook and she treated me like one of her own children.

      As for abuse, I will agree that she was clearly abused. I never witnessed anyone being diapered for humiliation or anything of the sort. Although, I did hear stories as a child that grabbed my attention about just such things. Were they abuse? Absolutely. But they did happen. Public spankings, on the other hand, was very much as common as the OP describes. As a child, I saw many children spanked in public for any number of misbehaviors. Face slapping was far more common and that would be even more quickly prosecuted in this day and age.

  7. When I was about 7 we lived with my grandparents after my parents divorced. I don’t remember why but I apparently did something you really anger my grandmother. She immediately said if I was going to act like a baby she would treat me like one and put me in a diaper. I still remember how tight it was and how much I was crying. It was afternoon and later my brother (11) came home and my uncle and mother came home from work and I was still in the diaper. That was the beginning of being punished that way and it lasted until I was 12.

  8. I was born in the early 1950s and in my little town, a few of the parents used diapers and sissy dresses as a means of disciplining their naughty child as well as many spankings. I got to see this as my Mom had a friend who lived n the country and raised chickens and milk cows. Two of her kids, Sally age 13 and Marcy, age 7 were both kept n diapers and rubber pants as discipline, and Mom took me into their bedroom and made me watch as they both got their diapers changed. Their Mom was very loving and caring, and sympathized with their situation. But their Dad was the boss of the family, and had gone through diaper discipline himself as a kid. He liked the idea of controlling his naughty kids with spankings and diapering. We stayed over for the week end and just my luck I had wet the bed on Friday night. Their dad talked with my Mom and she agreed to spank me and diaper me just like their girls were. except I had to wear one of their dresses over my way too thick pinned on cotton diapers, causing me to waddle when I walked. Very bulky diapers with soakers and extra diaper ins. And their Mom put me in a high chair and the girls got to watch as I ws fed baby food, and then given 2 large baby bottles about every 3 hours. And the girls loved having me play with them and their dollies. And we were all kept in baby diapers. It was so very strange and humiliating.
    Once home, whenever I was naughty, Mom now had a supply of cloth diapers and pink rubber pants and short dresses to put me into. And she even got a babysitter, a neighbor lady to take care of me on the weekends when she was out of town. Those were hard times to live through, but now I am stuck with having many vivid dreams of being spanked and put back into diapers and humiliated. How strange is that?

  9. I understand exactly how you feel as I was also disciplined with diapers. For me it was from my foster care mother and took place between 1949 to 1952/3. My mother had to put me in foster care so she could work to support us since she wasn’t married and the guy just ran off. My punishments started when I was playing in the yard with the other kids and had to use the bathroom. Not wanting to stop playing to go unside, I wet behind a tree. The younger biy ran in told the mother what I did and I was called inside. She immediately told me to remove all my clothes. I was scared, thinking I was about to get a spanking as she called the other kids in to watch. Instead, she told her daughter to go get some of the baby’s diapers and some puns. I fought so hard, she had the older boys hold me down while she pinned me in my shame. After being put on display and called a baby, she kept me diapered all day. After several desperate pleas to use the bathroom only to be told that was what my diapers were for, I ended up wetting myself and again stood before my peers. As further punishment I was kept in the wet diapers including having to sleep in them that night. The next morning, I took a bath and had my regular clothes returned. However, seeing how docile and passive I had become, she continued using diapers on me whenever she felt I wasn’t behaving properly. This included such minor offenses as using a bad word such as ” dam” or being too slow to do something I was told to do. Needless to say, I wound up in diapers at least once or twice a month and sometimes if she felt I was really bad, I was kept diapered for a whole week including having to sleep in the baby’s crib, put in the play pen and even the highchair for meals. I can still remember the humiliation of being diapered and sent back out in the yard so everyone could see what a little baby I was. The horror of being refused inside when pleading to use the bathroom was beyond words. Having to wet my diapers in front of my peers while they laughed and tormented me being a baby was traumatic and so degrading. However, several years after leaving that foster care, the night dreams turned into sexual excitement and I became a ABDL Just in case some of you ABDL’s sometimes wonder, once you develope this fetish, it never goes away. I use to think it would surely die out by the time I was over 59, Well, I am now over 72 and though it has eased up a little, the desires are still just as powerful and demanding. Guess it is a life script that is just a part of who I am. At least it is harmless and brings a lot of personal pleasure.

  10. I was born in 1961,but was never a bedwetter.I was potty trained at age 3 and mom kept a couple of my cloth diapers and rubberpants just in case.When i was age 9,i made my First Communion and per the parish dress code,all the girls had to wear a cloth diaper and rubberpants under our poofy communion dresses and mom put them on me when she dressed me and i didnt like it! After that,she still saved the cloth diapers and the two pair of toddler super large size rubberpants.Three years later at age 12.i was a flower girl in my nieces wedding and mom put the diapers and rubberpants on me again under my flower girl dress which made me feel really embarrassed!It was after that that she started using the diapers and rubberpants on me for punishment.when i was 14,i got into trouble the one weekend and was put into the diapers and rubberpants for a whole week and it went on.when i was 15 and 16,i was getting into trouble frequently and was most of the time being punished in the diapers and rubberpants.A week before my confirmation at 16,i got into trouble and had to wear the cloth diapers and rubberpants the entire week.Mom went out a bought new cloth diapers and two pair of the Empire brand rubberpants in the extra large -super size and put the diapers and one pair of the rubberpants on me as punishment under my required white confirmation dress! I was so humiliated walking down the aisle with my classmates with the cloth diapers and rubberpants on under my dress!To make matters worse,at my party,mom told some of my friends and female relatives that i had cloth baby diapers and rubberpants on under my dress and some of them lifted up my dress to see them!

    1. I am so sorry that you had to be punished with cloth BABY diapers and RUBBER PANTIES. Your Mother was right for needing to punish you, but I wonder how it has affected you now that you are older. How many years ago did this happen? I too was disciplined with diapers. rubber pants. and had to carry a DOLLY in diapers when ever I went out with Mommy whether it was shopping at her LADY stores, shopping for groceries, and having to go the Baby/Toddler store down town. There she liked to buy my more diapers and specially ordered rubber pants for much bigger bois. We also had to go and visit her good friend Martha next door. Martha was the owner and boss lady at the Tidee Didee diaper service, and was close friends with Mom since I was a bAby. Mommy also used her service as she liked me to wear many diapers at a time when we were at home and every night. After while I developed walking bow legged from having to wear thick cloth baby diapers between my legs. Martha loved how I had to waddle and toddle as I walked. I was very embarrassed with it all, but I was naughty and acted out and rebelled, only to get scolded, spanked, and written in Mommies little black punishment book. She called it Mommies BabY DIARY, and she made entries in it daily, and carried it in her purse or diaper bag where ever we went. She wrote down my bad behaviors in RED. I could not get past 2 or 3 days without getting into more and more trouble. Longtime ago, but feells like yesterday. PPW

    2. To Clarice and PPWabbit-Yes,cloth diapers and rubberpants were very common back in the 60s and early 70s for older kids to wear for bedwetting and sprcial occasions.Me and my sister,who was a year younger than me were bedwetters going thru puberty and we wore the cloth pin on diapers and the toddler or super large size rubberpants to bed every night! I started my bedwetting just past 12 and mom started me off right away in the diapers and rubberpants.Sis would help mom put them on me at bedtime and i was done just like a baby.Mom told sis that in another year or so,she would be entering puberty and bedwetting and would wear the diapers and rubberpants also.Afew months later,mom decided that sis should start wearing the diapers and rubberpants also,so at bed time she would put them on her also.Being girly girls,mom bought our rubberpants in pastels and babyprints and we each had two pair with ruffles across the back for special occasions.Mom used babypowder and baby lotion on us with the diapers as well When i was 13,and sis was 12 was when she started having us wear the diapers and our ruffled rubberpants on Easter sunday under our easter dresses and then at christmas we wore them under our holiday dresses as well.We both had some friends who were in puberty and also wore the cloth diapers and rubberpants,so at sleep overs and slumber parties,we were all in our diapers and rubberpants!It was a little hard on both of us having to wear the diapers and rubberpants and trying to be normal girls.When i turned 14 and was in 8th grade,i went thru confirmation and had to wear a white flowergirl style dress and veil with lace socks and white shoes and sis helped mom put the diapers and white rubberpants on me that i wore under my dress,then mom put them on sis also for the day!My bedwetting lasted untill a month past my 15th birthday,then stopped.Sis continued on bedwetting and when she was confirmed at 14,mom and i dressed her in my white dress and veil and mom put the diapers and ruffled rubberpants on her also.She stopped just before she turned 15 and we were both happy to be out of the diapers and rubberpants!

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