101 Diaper Punishments: 101 Wet, Messy and Humiliating Ways to Regress and Dominate your Little (Diaper Domination Guides Book 1)

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The second came on the last morning that Tina had to wear diapers. She had made it seven mornings in dry diapers. I had only made it to my third, and that was thanks to Pam making me get up every night when Tina went. Oh, that!" Pam giggled. "She started wetting the bed a few months ago. Mom has tried everything to help her stop, but really it only got worse. Mom thinks it has to do with Dad being gone." She rolled her eyes as she voiced the explanation. "You don't see ME wetting the bed over it." http://cdpunishment.com/institute/images/2012/05/sissybilly_120512-001t.jpg)](http://cdpunishment.com/institute/images/2012/05/sissybilly_120512-001s.jpg) Hi juliewr. I wrote in one of your other posts and was triggered by the story. I also read your story trying to protect your niece. I am not sure what could be useful to you at this time. To me it was useful to read your story. As always, trauma memories come to me as if they were made up, invented by my imagination. So, remembering what happened to me (spanking, forced sex, etc.) was "unhappy".

As a child, I wore diapers day and night almost into school years. I had gained control over my bowels, but not my bladder. My parents’ reactions of frustration usually meant punishment whenever I was incontinent. I thought I was really a bad kid, making my Mom change me and wash all those cloth diapers. My Dad regularly spanked me while informing me that, “only babies wear diapers. It is bad to wet yourself.” And they asked, “What do the neighbors think seeing all those diapers hanging on the clothesline and no baby in the house?” When I was four and with my Mom buying a set of Curity baby plastic pants, a saleslady questioned me, “Aren’t you a bit old to be wearing diapers?” I did a lot of crying then. I was very sad and very confused.

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Why do you have that out now?" I asked. I was afraid I already knew the answer, even though up until a second ago it never crossed my mind that I would have to deal with being diapered again until much later in the evening.

I was never forced to wear a diaper, but my father’s crazy second wife rubbed a shitty diaper in my face when her daughter crapped in it. I was about 12 years old at the time. Finally, I decided to tell "Mom" about my "problem". Of course I did not bring up how I had acquired this problem. I just acted like it was quite common for a person my age to wet the bed. She was concerned about her sheets and the mattress until I told her that I wore diapers every night. She thought about that for a moment with a strange look on her face, then finally asked me if I trusted her as a "parent"? This article should help you if you’re being put into diapers as part of DD for the first time. It’s important to know that you can say no but this might have consequences for your relationship and it’s likely because of this, that you’ve agreed to at least try DD. I was led to a not so private Bath where the clientele could walk in and out and naturally they all did to ridicule me and humiliate me. I was stripped naked and finally was allowed to submerse my self in my Bubble Bath. A long, long time ago I was given an assignment in response to some unnecessarily mean things that I’d said. At this point, I honestly can’t remember what they were, but they more than warranted a response from Mistress Katzenburg. That assignment was the originally named, Full of Shit. I was to find a recipe that would leave me looking like I’d been covered in shit, post the recipe, then make up a large batch, dress up like a baby, and cover myself in it for the enjoyment of all of you. That assignment unfortunately never happened—life gets in the way, things get put off until later, and before you know it, it’s been five months. I should have known better than to put it off, and I’m sure I’ll pay for it in the long run, but better late than never.

At this point, Tina came in, struggling with a couple bags. "Just put them down right here," Mom told her. The bags were set on the floor, and I saw they were from a nearby Walmart. Mom reached in the bag and pulled out a large changing pad, and spread it on the floor. Things definitely had taken a turn downhill for me since that morning when I had been spanked. Now I had to spend an hour in the crib in the middle of the afternoon, already in diapers. You can most likely already guess some of what the rest of the day had in store for me. Most DD will include a full toilet ban so this means you’ll also be required to poo in your diaper. You may find this a disgusting concept at first but again it’s one you’ll get used to. Your partner will likely make adjustments to make this easier for you such as tablets that remove the smell of your BM’s and plastic pants which go over your diaper to provide extra leak and smell protection. If you try to avoid messing your diaper, the use of laxatives and suppositories will remove your control, so it will be easier on you if you make an effort to mess your diaper at least once daily. Another thing I hadn't thought about happened after breakfast. I realized I had to go to the bathroom - but not just for wetting. I tried to tell my mother, but she again repeated the rules to me… when being diaper punished on a Saturday, I was not to use the "potty" at all, I was to use my diapers.