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

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Since none of us had 24” waists, we were first to figure what our bust and hip sizes would need to be to maintain the same proportions. It turned out that I would need a 63” bust and hips, which meant a bra with my biggest forms and a super-stuffed diaper (since it seemed like it wouldn’t take too long, I omitted the diaper and just super-stuffed my plastic panties—bad choice). After I was dressed I had to make a video for Mistress Katzenburg following the directions of her second favorite song, ‘Dance, M.F., Dance’—you can imagine just about how well that went, in a bra stuffed as full as mine was. If she decides to post the video, then you’ll get to see it as well. 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."

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. This evening," she said. "Looks like YOU gave her the idea yourself. Nice goin! Not that *I* have anything to worry about."

I was made to remain in just the diapers all day until I couldn’t help but wet myself and then I was again stood before the others while they were told to point and call me a baby. That night, she put a rubber sheet on my bed and made me sleep in the still damp diapers. The next morning, she came and told me go take a bath while she set out my regular clothes.

Of course; all babies sleep in cribs," Mom said, patting my diapered bottom. She helped me up and lead me by the hand to the stairs, all three young girls giggling behind us. Embarrassed is one thing, constant teasing is completely another," Mom said. "And you better watch your step, young lady, or you'll end up getting some 'sensitivity training' I guarantee you will NOT enjoy!" Given that threat, Pam got up and stalked out of the kitchen, threw herself down on the sofa in the Living Room, crossed her arms, and proceeded to sulk as only an 11 year old girl can.I knew it was futile to resist, but I still tried to hold it. It wasn't long before I gave up the battle, opting for comfort instead. It was a relief to let it out, but then it felt awful in the seat of my diaper. My mother did not make me wait long for a change, and though it was embarrassing, this time I was very happy to get my diaper changed. Another major form of controversy is the fine line between punishment and child abuse. Many people believe that forcing a toddler or older kid to wear a diaper is abuse and can cause trauma later in life. Parents who use this form of punishment believe it to be effective and that it does not cause any sort of age regression in a toddler. Final Thoughts on Diaper Punishment This assignment had a second big twist compared to the first three that merits mention: Instead of simply taking pictures to prove that I’d successfully cleaned, I was to star in a short movie where I present my work to Mistress Katzenburg. She has said that the movie may or may not be posted at a later date, so that remains to be seen. It’s fairly long, considering, and it may end up posing bandwidth issues, so we’ll see. Pam yawned and said, "Okay, that's fine. I'll just give Nikki a call and see if she wants to come over for a bit tonight. Or maybe Amy. Oh, wait, I know! Brittney has been bothering me to have a sleepover - maybe it could be a slumber party!" My sister was already up, and watched as my mother brought me over to the couch in my diaper, which by now was drooping a bit. She giggled as I was pulled over Mom's knee, and spanked. I was right in thinking it wouldn't hurt as much on the diaper, although it hurt a little since the diaper was wet, and it was more humiliating. After the spanking I spent another ten minutes in the corner, before being allowed to go clean up and get dressed.