Question

Have you ever been in diaper punishment as a kid?

Answer 1

I've never been in diaper punishment as a kid but I wished I were.

My nephew who was 8 years old got diaper punishment and I remember being at his house and his mom made him wear the Luvs plastic backed diapers and nothing but a shirt in the house.

It didn't matter whether company was coming over or not he had to remain in just his diaper for all to see.

He told me he had wet his pants in the day and so his mom made him wear a diaper.

I wish I were him.

His mom also made the 8 year old boy go outside to stores, the park etc wearing nothing but the diaper, shirt and shoes.

He had to have the diaper on display and he had to use them for both pee and poop.

He remained in diapers until he turned 15 which is when the diaper punishment stops.

I still talk to him now and he still wears diapers again as an adult.

I have watched a toddler wet his diaper before in the store.

I was behind a lady and her son who was 2 years old and the 2 year old boy was wearing just a shirt, shoes and diaper.

He was wearing a Pampers baby dry diaper and he was wetting the diaper as he was turning around looking at me.

So I could see the front of his diaper get wet from the pee and I thought that has to be so nice to be able to wear just a diaper and shirt and shoes to a store and then just wet it and not even care.

I was wearing a diaper at the time as well and I joined him in wetting my diaper and I could tell he was enjoying peeing in his diaper.

I also remember at a family gathering there was an 8 year old boy who was wearing nothing but a diaper and shirt and shoes and he was wetting his diaper while I was playing with him at the time.

I wished I could have been in diapers then.

Yes I have been forced to wear a diaper while in school.

When I was 6 years old I wet my pants in school and the nurse in school said it was school policy in those days to make me wear a diaper.

They had those Luvs plastic backed diapers in large sizes for kids who wet their pants in school.

I then had to wear the diaper while in class and until I got home.

The rule at our school was that when any student wet his pants he had to wear the diaper and then go into a special needs class.

In those classes we were wearing nothing but our diaper, shoes and T Shirt.

I had to wear diapers without any pants in the special ed class back then for a month until I was dry.

But I kept wetting the diaper because I loved wearing the diaper so I remained in diapers for the rest of the school year.

Yes I do wish my parents would've kept me in diapers longer as a toddler.

I wish I never was potty trained to begin with and would've gladly wore diapers full time all through my childhood years.

I used to wear those plastic backed pampers diapers as a toddler and I love plastic backed diapers as an adult now.

I really fought potty training but eventually my parents took the diapers away completely and never diapered me again after around age 3.

If I have kids one day I'm never potty training them and they will remain in diapers until they turn at least 18 when they can make their own decisions.

I do have a memory of my diaper being changed as a toddler.

I used to hate having my diaper changed when I was a toddler and I remember having to be ran after for a diaper change and then my mom and sometimes my dad would have to hold me down while my mom changed my diaper.

I loved wearing diapers as an actual toddler and still do love wearing diapers.

Any way when I was 2 years old I was outside playing in the yard and my mom comes to try and get me to change my diaper.

I remember my mom carrying a plastic backed pampers diaper in her hands and a towel in her other hand.

It was nice outside so when it was nice outside she would just bring a towel out and lay me down on the towel outside and change my diaper.

So she laid the towel out on the ground and then sat the new fresh pampers diaper on the towel as well as the wipes.

Then she came over to get me off the swing set where I was playing swinging.

Then she carried me over to the towel while I was crying and saying no diaper change over and over and then I would try to get up and run when she would take the tapes off the diaper.

She eventually had my dad come over and hold me down while I was screaming and then after the new diaper was on I stopped crying and went back to playing on the swing.

I was potty trained at I think around 3 and I fought toilet training as well.

I wish my mom and dad would have kept me in diapers forever.

I wear diapers all the time now and sometimes wear pampers baby diapers or any other brand of baby diaper when I just want to play.

But mostly I wear adult sized disposable diapers such as the pampers replica through Abuniverse.

I still like to go outside in my backyard that is fenced and swing on my swing set with nothing on but a diaper like I did as a toddler.

I also change my diaper on a towel outside like my parents changed me.

I wish someone would change my diaper for me though that way.

Answer 2

I came into this world in 1943, born out of wedlock and raised as an only child. In order for my mother to keep from putting me up for adoption, she boarded me out with the Brown's, a local family who took in several boarders. They also had a daughter named Carol who was about a year older than myself. I stayed with this family up until eleven years old and able to care for myself while my mother worked.

Though Mrs. Brown was married, I only remember seeing her husband a few times. He was a farmer and had several parcels of land scattered around so I guess he always worked late. The few times I did see him, I remember he use to pick me up off the floor by just my hair and carried me around while laughing, thinking it was funny. It didn't really hurt but his strength really terrified me. It is at this boarding house my story unfolds.

My first encounter with shame started when I was almost seven and about to start my first year of school. Up until this point, I think I was a fairly normal young boy with few emotional issues. It was an early summer morning and I was playing in the back yard with the other children. Suddenly, I needed to use the bathroom and not wanting to stop playing long enough to go inside, I went behind a tree to relieve myself. Carol, seeing me, ran to tell her mother. I panicked and quickly zipped my pants back up. In my haste I didn't notice I’d slightly wet the front of my pants.

Carol told her mother what I'd done and I was quickly called inside. Mrs. Brown asked me if what she was told was true. Fearing punishment, I said Carol was lying just to get me into trouble. Mrs. Brown grew angrier as she pointed to my pants asking, "Then why are you’re pants wet?" I cried I wouldn't do it again as I confessed, even more fearful now for having lied.

Without hesitation, she ordered me to get undressed. I was puzzled by her demand but frightened of disobeying her as I began to remove my clothes. As I did, I heard her call the other children in and had them line up across the room. I felt ashamed that I was about to be spanked in front of the others as I got down to just my underwear and shoes.

Seeing I had stopped, she snapped angrily, "I told you to get undressed and that means all of them. Now get you’re clothes off." My heart was racing out of control now as I felt horrified at having to get naked in front of everyone, let alone being spanked while they watched. I could hardly untie my shoes as my hands shook with fear of my pending doom.

Just as I started to lift my undershirt over my head, I heard her tell Carol to go and bring her a couple of the baby's diapers and some diaper pins. Now realizing her intent, terror filled my mind as I screamed for forgiveness. Before I could react, she yanked my shirt off and grabbing my arm, started dragging me towards the kitchen table. I was delirious as I promised never to do it again but she was steadfast as she slapped my bottom several times while I struggled to get free. I screamed and kicked trying to escape but she was too strong.

Lifting me onto the table, she forced me onto my back, all the while I kicked frantically as though my very life was at stake. My feet hit her face as she grew angrier and called the other boys over to hold me down. Carol returned and handed her the diapers as she wedged herself between my legs. Reaching for my underpants, she told Carol to leave the room until called as she pulled them from my feet leaving me naked.

I kept struggling frantically while she refolded the diapers to fit my larger frame. Ordering the boys to lift me up, she slid the fabric under me and pulled the first corners together. Though teary eyed, I managed to look down and saw her just as she was retrieving one of the pins from the table and pulling the diaper tight, fastened it together.

My mind reeled with terror as I felt her repeat this with the other corners though she labored harder under my squirming. "Be still if you don't want to get stuck.", she warned as I felt the diapers grow snug, imprisoning me in my shame. The moment the second pin snapped shut, I felt all my resistance slip away as I stopped fighting and gave in to defeat. It was here that I lost my self esteem, my dignity stripped from my soul.

My shame was complete and I couldn't stop it. My feelings were not unlike having been gang raped. I went numb as she lifted me to a sitting position and told me that since I didn't want to use the bathroom like a big boy, now I didn't have to, I could use my diapers. Her words terrified me as I saw her smile victoriously at my helpless defeat. Letting me down to the floor, she stood me across from the others as I instinctively covered my front with my hands.

I felt panic as I heard her call her daughter back to join the others. "Put you’re hands behind you’re back so everyone can see what a little baby you are.", she demanded as I offered no resistance and obeyed. "Now look down at yourself and tell everyone what you’re wearing and why.", she added as I felt my shame intensify at the sight of the diapers. I could only sob in response as she ordered everyone to laugh and call me a baby.

I could see they were also scared as they tried to respond, though it didn't lessen my humiliation. Lowering my eyes to the floor, I burst into further tears. "Lift you’re head and look at the others.", she demanded. "Now put you’re thumb in you’re mouth and suck on it like a baby." I helplessly obeyed as my heart sank in despair. After a few moments, she ordered everyone to return outside. My face turned flush as Carol walked pass and smiled her triumph over me.

I just stood dazed and shaking as Mrs. Brown turned to me and said, "You too!" Horrified by her words, I pleaded to stay inside. To my relief, she said, "Very well. But you'd better not try and remove those diapers until I give you permission. Now run along until I call you for lunch." Everything seemed surreal as I went into the living room, trying to accept this was really happening.

I felt cold and naked wearing just a diaper and it kept me constantly aware of my humiliating status. Going to the darkest corner of the room I sat down in the overstuffed chair. Slowly I began to calm down though each time I looked down at my attire, I felt renewed shame.

It was over an hour before being called to lunch. As I entered the kitchen, I again felt panic as I spotted the baby's high chair pulled up to the table. "You’re to sit here.", Mrs. Brown ordered as she called me over and helped me up. I still remember vividly of her struggling with the tray, trying to get it to snap into place and of how it made me feel as though I was being locked in. Being so high also made me feel I was being put on display as I lowered my eyes and starred hard at the tray.

I couldn't look at the others though I felt all eyes were upon me. I don't remember what I ate but clearly of being giving a baby bottle of milk by her daughter with instructions I was to finish it before I would be allowed down.

Having to hold the bottle up to drink it was difficult and made me feel even more babyish as everyone started to giggle. It took a long time to finish the bottle and true to her words I wasn't let down until long after the others had returned outdoors. I returned to the living room and the same chair praying this would soon be over. The diapers strangely began to feel like my regular underwear and unless I looked down at them, I began to forget how I was dressed.

A short time later, Mrs. Brown came in with some of the baby's toys and ordered me onto the floor as she placed them between my legs. "Here you are baby, you can keep yourself entertained with these.", she smiled as though gaining pleasure from my debasement. I glanced down at the plastic rings and blocks she placed between my legs only to be visually reminded of my baby status.

Answer 3

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A couple more hours passed before I began feeling the effects of the milk. I jumped up and went to her asking to please let me use the bathroom but she responded that was what my diapers were for. "You didn't want to use the bathroom like a big boy so now you don't have to. You can just use you’re diapers. Now run along and play.", she gleamed.

I was terrified by her words but thought she was just trying to scare me as further punishment. Surely she wouldn't carry this that far, I thought. But each time I approached her, I grew more fearful as she repeated, "That's what your diapers are for. Babies don't use the bathroom. Now run along."

Nature's demand kept getting stronger as I grew more terrified with each refusal. The cramps soon had me folded over as I clenched my stomach in painful despair. In desperation I made one last plea as my resistance grew weak only to be told not to bother her again or I'd be sent outdoors to join the others. I was so desperate I even asked her if I did use the diapers, would she then remove them. She replied, "We'll see."

I could hardly walk now as I returned to the living room. I was crying uncontrollably both from the pain in my stomach and the pending shame I was about to suffer. My head was swimming with horror as I clutched my groin. Just touching the diapers intensified my feelings of shame and I instinctively let go. My stomach cramps persisted as I tried desperately to subdue natures calling by pressing my legs together.

Slipping into the den just off the living room, I grabbed hold of myself again in an attempt to hold back the horror of still further humiliation and disgrace. It was hopeless as I felt the wetness spread around my fingers. The painful cramps begged to be eased as I helplessly released my grip in defeat. The diapers grew warm and wet, quickly spreading and running down my legs to form a puddle at my bare feet. If there was anything left of who I was, it also seeped out of me.

As tormented as I was feeling, I also felt relief as my stomach pains subsided. Looking down at the now soaked diapers brought feelings I'd actually been reduced to a real baby. I felt totally defeated now and the defeat oddly brought a strange calming. I can still remember looking behind me at my footprints on the worn linoleum as I tried to step onto dryer flooring. I was empty and without soul now as time seemed frozen in the moment.

Suddenly, I heard the woman's voice as I turned to the doorway. Looking triumphantly at me, she said, "What have we here? Has our little baby wet his diapers?" Her words deepened my shame as I burst into tears, begging to now have the diapers removed. She said she was too busy and that I'd have to wait until she had the time.

"But you promised.", I cried over and over as she took my hand and led me back into the living room. Ignoring my pleas, she took me over to the baby's playpen and told me I would have to stay in it until she could find time to change me. "We can't have you running around soiling the furniture in those wet diapers now can we."

I grabbed the railing in resistance as she struggled to lift me over it. My screams could be heard all over the house as she pulled me free. "Since you insist on giving me a hard time, you can remain in those diapers until bedtime. Now stop you’re crying or I'll really give you something to cry about." But I couldn't stop as she lifted me into the pen. "Now sit down.", she snapped as she picked up a pacifier and pushing it into my mouth, trying to silence my cries.

I must have sat there for an hour before I heard the other children come in from play. I could hear Mrs. Brown talking to them in the other room but couldn't make out what was being said. I felt horrified of the others seeing I'd wet myself yet I was helplessly trapped. Within minutes they entered and gathered around the playpen with Mrs. Brown watching from the doorway.

The oldest boy was first to respond by picking up a stuffed animal and offering it to me. "Here you go little baby.", he taunted with visible uneasiness. Carol was next as she held up a baby bottle and told me to drink it like a good little baby. I could see the boys were scared and only following orders but Carol seemed to enjoy my baby status. It wasn't long before she had the others enjoying it too as everyone started chanting, "Baby’s wet his diapers. Does baby want his diaper changed?" over and over while I helplessly cried.

I could see Mrs. Brown looking on and smiling. She eventually told everyone, "That's enough. You can all run along and play." I felt abased and devastated. As she promised, I remained in the playpen until bedtime. I was then let out and sent to my bedroom to wait for her.

All I could think about was my punishment was about to end as though the end of the day also brings an end to everything else. I thought of how good it was going to feel to take a bath and finally have my clothes back. The diapers still felt damp and cold as I watched the boys return from their baths and climb into bed. Everything seemed unreal as though I wasn't really there but seeing the room through a window.

When Mrs. Brown entered, she walked right past me as though I wasn't there and went over to my bed. It wasn't until I saw her pull back the bed covers and spread some sort of sheet over my bed that I again became alarmed and felt panic return. I again burst into tears as she ordered me over and told me to climb in. "You can stay in those diapers until morning just to make sure you don’t forget you’re lesson." My whole being shut down again as I meekly did as I was told. "Now roll over on you’re stomach and get to sleep.", she ordered. Doing so caused the wet fabric to press against my groan, deepening the awareness of my baby status. She then left the room, turning out the lights behind her.

Within minutes the other boys started to giggle and torment me with baby remarks. I laid silent trying to ignore them until they finally quieted down and the darkness slowly shut out the world. As I laid there, the days events kept running through my mind. Seeming as though just a bad dream. I reached down and touched my diapers only to confirm this wasn't a nightmare but really happened. I quietly cried, feeling I truly was a baby now. Without thinking, I slipped my thumb into my mouth for comfort as I drifted off to sleep. The next morning, she took me to the bathroom and removed my diapers. After a bath, I was giving my regular clothes back with warning of a repeat if I misbehave again. The next several weeks were hell as the other children took pleasure in calling me a baby or asking if I needed my diapers changed. Even her daughter found enjoyment and getting me to cry. Whenever she’d be sent to get some fresh diapers for the baby, she would pass by me and ask if I also needed my diapers changed. It was over a month before things settled down but I was never the same. I had become withdrawn, shy and passive.