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I was lying on my bed, my nappy wet, waiting for Mummy to come and change me. I was never allowed to change my own nappies, even though I was old enough to be able to. Mummy had removed my plastic pants and put them in the wash, but didn’t have time to change my nappy just yet. So I had to just lie there, feeling rather sorry for myself.

And then I heard my aunt arrive. Oh god no! I couldn’t let Aunty Jane see me like this. I’d die of shame.

I heard her talking to Mummy downstairs. In amongst the usual gossip I heard Aunty Jane ask where I was. And then to my horror I heard Mummy say “Oh he’s upstairs waiting for me to change his nappy. I didn’t have time earlier.”

Aunty Jane had never seen me in nappies before, not since I was a baby anyway. But she was going to see me now. The next thing I heard was her saying “Shall I change his nappy for him? I think I still remember how to do it!”

Mummy agreed and told her where everything was, and with dread I heard Aunty Jane coming up the stairs and into my bedroom.

“Ah there you are!” she smiled. “You're a bit old for nappies really, aren’t you? How old are you now, ten?”

“I'm twelve,” I replied, my face burning with the humiliation of her seeing me in my wet nappy.

She wasted no time in going to work, unpinning my wet nappy and pulling it from under me. “My, my,” she said, “you really did wet your nappy, didn’t you? It’s soaked!”

She dropped it into the nappy pail and fetched some wipes to dry me off. “Legs up! There’s a good boy!” I meekly complied and she wiped all round my most intimate places.

Then she called down to Mummy “Does he need his bottom smacked for wetting his nappy at his age?”

Mummy told her that she didn’t always smack me when I wet, but that she could give me a couple of smacks if she thought I needed them. It was like I was a real baby, unable to understand what the adults were saying. They were casually discussing whether or not to smack my bottom while having my nappy changed.

I started to cry out in protest, but Aunty Jane popped my big pink dummy in my mouth to shut me up.

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She then lifted my legs high above my head, exposing my bottom, and gave me six smacks. When she’d finished she sprinkled me with baby powder and fetched me a clean nappy.

“Does he need a terry nappy or a disposable?” she called down to Mummy. Again, Mummy said she could choose. I saw her select one of my thickest terry nappies and brought it over to me.

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She folded it into shape and slid it under my bottom, lifting my legs again to slip it into place. Then she did it up tightly with two nappy pins.

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At least I was covered up now, albeit with a babyish nappy. I thought the worst would be over – if Mummy put me into a nappy during the day she didn’t make me wear plastic pants as well; I almost never wet my nappy during the day. I assumed Aunty Jane would know that.

But she didn’t, of course.

“Right, now let’s get you some lovely baby pants, shall we? We don’t want any leaks if you wet your nappy again!”

I tried to tell her I didn’t need baby pants, but my dummy prevented my words coming out as anything but babyish noises.

She went over to the drawer where all my baby pants were kept and rifled through. She picked out the most babyish pair I had.

They were white, with masses of pink and white frills across the bottom. Mummy referred to them as my ‘punishment panties’, because she only put me into them when I’d been really naughty.

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But Aunty Jane didn’t know that, either. She held them out to show me. “Aren’t these just adorable! They’re so pretty, aren’t they Ali? Just like a real baby’s knickers!”

I felt waves of shame wash over me as she threaded my feet through the leg holes and slid them up over my bulky nappy. When they were in place she gave me a couple of playful pats in between my legs. It was like she thought I was actually a baby. But I suppose from her point of view I’d wet my nappies and needed changing, so in fact I was pretty babyish.

“And what shall we put you in on top, Ali? I don’t think your shorts are going to fit over your nappy and baby knickers. Let’s see what else you have. It’s a shame you're not a little girl – a dress would be ideal for you, and we’d all be able to see your pretty knickers!”

I blushed in utter humiliation. Aunty Jane didn’t know that Mummy sometimes made me dress as a girl, so that in fact I did have some dresses hanging up in my wardrobe. I even had two baby dresses, which Mummy reserved, with these frilly knickers, for special punishment.

But Aunty Jane didn’t go to my wardrobe. Instead she looked in the drawer below my baby pants drawer and found my little pink romper suit.

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“Oh how sweet! I think this will just about stretch over your nappies. Stand up and let’s see.”

I did as she told me, and meekly stepped into my romper suit as she held it out for me. It was indeed a tight fit over my bulky nappy, and as she did it up for me it pulled my nappy tightly onto my bottom.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked just like an oversized baby girl.
So nice, I wish I could have had that happen to me when I was that age. I pined for it but my parents only wanted to smack me and abuse me. I wanted so much to be a baby.

Now I'm a baby when ever I can and I have my own nursery and mummy/nanny/

You can see my nursery online thaiadultbabynursery we take babies for a day, a week or longer. We have one baby here right now for 3 weeks.

Happy Nappy Time 

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It wasn't fun at the time, especially initially. Being put back into nappies and frilly baby clothes was SO humiliating, particularly when other people saw me dressed like that.
(08-29-2016, 05:31 PM)Ali Wrote: [ -> ]It wasn't fun at the time, especially initially. Being put back into nappies and frilly baby clothes was SO humiliating, particularly when other people saw me dressed like that.

I would have so loved something like that to have happened to me when I was an older child, the only difference being that I would have wanted to be in blue rompers as I have always wanted to be a baby boy. It is so good of you to describe in such detail what you experienced when under baby punishment. I had nothing like that happen to me, I did once find some plastic baby pants in the airing cupboard which I used to sneak back into my bedroom when I was about 5 or 6 years old, I just loved the feel of them. Sadly they disappeared and it was a few years later before I was able to get my hands onto more plastic baby pants. Now I have over 100 pairs of plastic baby pants, lot's of nappies, bibs, rompers, nursery print T-shirts, nursery print footed sleepers, pacifiers, real glass feeding bottles, the only things missing are a cot, changing tables, highchair, playpen and a mummy who would want to keep me as her baby all the time.
Who's were the baby pants you found in the airing cupboard? Maybe your mother put them there just to see what you did with them? Did she ever catch you wearing them?
(08-30-2016, 06:33 AM)Ali Wrote: [ -> ]Who's were the baby pants you found in the airing cupboard? Maybe your mother put them there just to see what you did with them? Did she ever catch you wearing them?
Not sure who the baby pants once belonged to, there were three of us who arrived in a mad rush, at that time when I found the plastic baby pants in the airing cupboard we were all out of nappies and plastic baby pants, they may well have been ones I had once worn, I have no idea? There are very few pictures of me as a baby, and none that I have ever seen of me in a nappy covered in wonderful plastic baby pants. I am pretty certain they were not put there as an enticement, it was just a place they happened to be. I was never caught wearing them, but I think my hiding place where I occasionally hid them was discovered, that is why I believe they disappeared from the airing cupboard. It would be great to read more of the times when you were under baby punishment. Bye for now, baby Phillip
How long did you manage to hide your plastic baby pants before they disappeared?

And how did they disappear? Surely your mother must have found where you hid them? Did she confront you about having plastic baby pants hidden in your room?

She might have smacked your bottom and put your into your plastic pants for the rest of the day.
Did anyone else get put back into nappies and baby clothes by anyone other than their mother?

I always found any 'baby punishment', as my mother called it, terribly humiliating. But it was always worse when Mummy stood by and let someone else change my nappy.
(10-08-2016, 11:53 AM)Ali Wrote: [ -> ]Did anyone else get put back into nappies and baby clothes by anyone other than their mother?

I always found any 'baby punishment', as my mother called it, terribly humiliating. But it was always worse when Mummy stood by and let someone else change my nappy.

My aunt and her friends . My cousin and a few of her friends and various sitters when i was young . When older girlfriends and sometimes their mothers .
That must be terribly embarrassing, Bill, having your nappy changed by your girlfriend's mother. What did your girlfriend think of that?
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