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When I was fourteen I was caught smoking by my mother with a group of friends. Nappy punishment had been reasonably common up until then where I had to wear one under a Lolita style frock but perhaps ironically my worst purely nappy based punishment took place in otherwise boy clothes.

This punishment took place on a two week foreign holiday where it was made clear that I was to use nappies full time and not use the toilet at all. Upon wetting or messing I would have to inform my mother who would start a stop watch leaving me stewing in a wet or dirty nappy for a further hour. At one point I messed a nappy but made a deliberate attempt not to have to sit in it for the time period. I was soon to regret this as my mess was smudged right across the front and back of my nappy and I wasn’t to be changed until the following morning.

Night time was perhaps the worst however; mum would make me drink six fizzy drinks across two hours prior to bed, the diuretic effect making me all but incontinent and meant I had to wake about five times every night to wet my nappy.

Such was my pattern interrupted that I ended up wetting my bed three nights in a row when I got home  and didn’t become fully continent again for nearly a week. Needless to say I never smoked again.
Being left in a wet or a dirty nappy was always one of the worst elements of nappy punishment for me.

It was always terribly humiliating being made to wear a nappy and baby knickers again as an older child. Initially it was only for a set period, and I could usually hold out without using my nappy. But after a while my mother would make me stay in my nappy for longer and longer, until it became impossible for me not to use it.

The shame of realising, for the first time, that I had to wee, but being told by my mother that "that's why you have a nappy on" was almost unbearable. I held out for another ten minutes or so, but then had to swallow my pride and flood my nappy. I could tell that my mother knew when I'd let go, because she smiled knowingly at me

She left it maybe five minutes before asking "Ali - have you wet your nappy?"

I had no choice but to confirm that I had. "Don't worry, darling," she said, "that's why Mummy put you into a nappy."

The sheer normality of it, as if it were perfectly normal for a boy of my age to wet his nappy, was crushingly humiliating, especially in front of my little sister.

As my punishments went on I was kept in nappies for longer and longer, sometimes for a week, and then I knew I had no choice but to use my nappies and wait to be changed.
(02-12-2020, 01:53 AM)Girlygirl Wrote: [ -> ]When I was fourteen I was caught smoking by my mother with a group of friends. Nappy punishment had been reasonably common up until then where I had to wear one under a Lolita style frock but perhaps ironically my worst purely nappy based punishment took place in otherwise boy clothes.

This punishment took place on a two week foreign holiday where it was made clear that I was to use nappies full time and not use the toilet at all. Upon wetting or messing I would have to inform my mother who would start a stop watch leaving me stewing in a wet or dirty nappy for a further hour. At one point I messed a nappy but made a deliberate attempt not to have to sit in it for the time period. I was soon to regret this as my mess was smudged right across the front and back of my nappy and I wasn’t to be changed until the following morning.

Night time was perhaps the worst however; mum would make me drink six fizzy drinks across two hours prior to bed, the diuretic effect making me all but incontinent and meant I had to wake about five times every night to wet my nappy.

Such was my pattern interrupted that I ended up wetting my bed three nights in a row when I got home  and didn’t become fully continent again for nearly a week. Needless to say I never smoked again.

My parents were going away for a weekend for some celebration, I was 12 at the time and it was decided that I would stay at my Mum’s friend’s house. For a couple of days, I occasionally wet the bed, and thought to myself if I didn’t drink before going to bed and stayed awake all night I would be ok.
I didn’t know at the time but my mother had spoken to her that I still wet the bed I had always thought my bed wetting was a family secret, how wrong I was.
I was tucked up in bed in my pyjamas when my mother’s friend came into the bedroom and said I would have to wear a nappy, I told her I didn’t need a nappy because I don’t wet the bed.
She just sat on the bed pulled the bed sheets down and began to tug my pyjama pants down I held onto the waistband of my pants, I was more embarrassed when her husband came in and stood there watching, she must have had enough of my silly nonsense that she just pressed my knees into my chest then bared my bottom and gave me a few smacks on my bare bottom telling me to lie still and behave, I was stunned and mortified and just lay there looking at her while she nappied me, what made it more humiliating was having her husband watching me being put in a nappy.
That does sound embarrassing. Did you manage to avoid making use of them?
(10-17-2020, 03:56 PM)Girlygirl Wrote: [ -> ]That does sound embarrassing. Did you manage to avoid making use of them?

I was even more embarrassed when I woke up and realised that I had wet myself, she led me to the bathroom stripped me down and gave me a bath
(10-17-2020, 04:13 PM)jochmo60 Wrote: [ -> ]
(10-17-2020, 03:56 PM)Girlygirl Wrote: [ -> ]That does sound embarrassing. Did you manage to avoid making use of them?

I was even more embarrassed when I woke up and realised that I had wet myself, she led me to the bathroom stripped me down and gave me a bath

Being found in a wet and soggy diaper in the morning is certainly an embarrassment.  It also makes certain that you'll continue to get diapered for bed during your stay.  Sometimes, it can also mean day-time diapers, as well.  In both cases, there's significant embarrassment, especially from the other kids. And maybe even some baby treatment.  
I had more than enough nappy punishment imposed on me while under petticoating myself that I can more than sympathise with anyone else who has experienced similar. Fortunately, my experiences were generally private (or the one occasion in a foreign country I mentioned) but I know many others were not so lucky, not least my sister who once found herself at school wearing one.
I've never experienced it but I remember seeing an ad for what they called a "24 Hour Diaper." It was intended for incontinent adults in care homes to reduce the number of changes needed and still keep the patient comfortable. It looked extraordinarily thick for a disposable.

Based on that ad I have fantasized about being put in multiple layers of cloth diapers and liners within a locking pair of plastic panties for 24 hours. Can you imagine how you'd feel when you asked why are they so thick and mommy told you that you were in them until the same time tomorrow? It would be a punishment to be remembered.
While I've never been in a 24-hour diaper, I have been in thick cloth "double" diapers for extended periods, such as on car trips, back in the '50s and '60s.  Like 4 or 6 Curity 21"x40" gauze diapers, folded flat and doubled over in front, and supplemented with one or more prefolds in the crotch as a liner, all covered with rubber or plastic panties.  Those were usually sufficient to last for 12 hours or so, without the necessity of a change.  My butt and crotch would also be treated to a thick coating of Desitin beforehand.  

When we traveled during the summer, I'd often be left without pants, as my thick diapers were deemed pants enough, and my diapers were much easier to manage without any pants.  

Of course, this was always extremely embarrassing for me a child, as was the child safety harness that I usually had to wear "for my own safety and protection," as Mommy usually put it.  "You wouldn't want to get lost, now, would you. Little Boy?" she'd ask, with that certain tone in her voice.  

I knew enough to answer quickly and compliantly, "No, Mommy, I don't want to get lost.  May I please have my harness on so I won't?"  I always felt twice as bad, not only because I had to wear a harness and be on a leash, but because I had been manipulated into actually asking to be harnessed and leashed.  It was such a helpless feeling, and that's exactly what Mommy wanted.  
(10-17-2020, 07:38 PM)mikki Wrote: [ -> ]While I've never been in a 24-hour diaper, I have been in thick cloth "double" diapers for extended periods, such as on car trips, back in the '50s and '60s.  Like 4 or 6 Curity 21"x40" gauze diapers, folded flat and doubled over in front, and supplemented with one or more prefolds in the crotch as a liner, all covered with rubber or plastic panties.  Those were usually sufficient to last for 12 hours or so, without the necessity of a change.  My butt and crotch would also be treated to a thick coating of Desitin beforehand.  

When we traveled during the summer, I'd often be left without pants, as my thick diapers were deemed pants enough, and my diapers were much easier to manage without any pants.  

Of course, this was always extremely embarrassing for me a child, as was the child safety harness that I usually had to wear "for my own safety and protection," as Mommy usually put it.  "You wouldn't want to get lost, now, would you. Little Boy?" she'd ask, with that certain tone in her voice.  

I knew enough to answer quickly and compliantly, "No, Mommy, I don't want to get lost.  May I please have my harness on so I won't?"  I always felt twice as bad, not only because I had to wear a harness and be on a leash, but because I had been manipulated into actually asking to be harnessed and leashed.  It was such a helpless feeling, and that's exactly what Mommy wanted.  
What age were you then Mikki ?
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