Things were different when I was a kid. Growing up in the 70’s wasn’t exactly hard, but parenting was much different back then. Back then, spanking your children was as common as hugging and it wasn’t frowned upon by society – it was encouraged. Humiliation was considered a legitimate form of punishment for children as well. Unfortunately, I never experienced any of that…
My mom died when I was a baby, so I don’t remember her at all. Dad raised me, but he was clearly not prepared to raise a daughter on his own. Aunt Carol moved in with us shortly after Mom passed to take help Dad out, but she saw it more as a free ride than a responsibility. I had no structure and no discipline. She just let me do whatever I wanted to do.
As I progressed into puberty, I started to notice the lives of my friends. All of them were spanked when they misbehaved, but they also had parents that clearly cared about them. One friend in particular, Megan, had a bedwetting problem and her parents would humiliate her with diapers whenever she wet the bed. Her parents also knew that my home life left a lot to be desired and would often invite me over for dinner to make sure I had a good meal. On many occassions I was able to witness Megan walking around the house wearing only a t-shirt and diaper.
My young mind began to draw a correlation between punishment, humiliation and caring to the extent that I craved them both. The first time I ever masturbated to orgasm, I was fantasizing that Megan’s dad had taken me over his knee for a spanking and then diapered me. Over the years my fantasies became much darker and more involved. I wanted to be tied down, diapered, beaten, and humiliated.
When I was 17, I was hanging out at the mall with some friends and spilled a soda in my lap. My friends jokingly teased me for ‘wetting my pants’. It was good natured ribbing, but my mind began to race at the teasing and, as my face burned bright red, I had a small orgasm in the middle of the food court.
My desire for punishment led me down the wrong road and to a life of petty crime. I began shoplifting and stealing things out of people’s yards. It was always very blatant, because I wanted to be caught and punished. Being locked up in jail was exciting at first, but I wanted the humiliation and spanking that the police just weren’t offering.
It wasn’t until I was 21(and old enough to drink) that I discovered BDSM clubs. I frequented one for quite a while and would volunteer myself to be spanked on stage quite often. They always accepted me, because I have always kept myself in good shape. I found a few play partners, but that was exactly what it was – play. I wanted the real deal.
A few years ago, at the age of 35, I finally met the man of my dreams thanks to the internet. I moved three states over to be his little girl and have never been happier. For the most part, I am a doting girlfriend, but when I act up I get punished. Daddy really knows how to spank and I think I’ve spent at least half of the last few years in diapers. In fact, as I write this letter, I am holding in a 3 quart enema and wearing a Molicare diaper with three soakers. Daddy has told me if I make a mess before I finish writing, I will spend the next 24 hours in the same diaper.
Thanks for reading about my life. Daddy and I are members of this site, so if you have any questions feel free to post them in the comments and one of us will try to answer. 😉
Addendum: Daddy wanted me to point out that I lost control and filled my diaper while he was reading this, so the next 24 hours is going to be very unpleasant.