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How were your nappies bought and stored?
#1
Hello all,

Another question for all of you who suffered the indignity of being put back in nappies. It's in two parts:

Firstly, how were your nappies bought for you?
Did they magically just appear at home, having been bought while you were at school, as an embarrassing reminder that you were going to be wearing them for some time to come yet?
Or,
Did your mother buy them for you during the usual weekly supermarket shop (assuming you fitted into babies nappies), with you having to look at the packet(s) in the shopping trolley whilst you walked around? 
Or,
Did your mother take you on a trip to the supermarket specifically to get you your nappies, making you carry the packs around yourself? 
Or,
Did your mother take you to a particular specialist shop (chemists/mobility shop etc) where you would be bought your 'big boy' nappies if you didn't fit into babies ones? 

Secondly, where were your nappies stored at home? 
Were you allowed to keep them privately in your wardrobe, so visiting friends wouldn't see them (but there was always a slight risk of them being discovered)? 
Or,
Were there full and half opened packs on the floor in your bedroom where anyone might see them? 
Or,
Were there perhaps packs sitting on kitchen shelves where any visitor might see them and ask why, as you didn't have a baby in the family, there were nappies on the shelf? 

You get the idea. I'd love to know what your situations were, and the feelings they evoked.

Terry.
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#2
My terry nappies were all bought or made for me as I was allergic to the disposable ones at the time . Something to do with the bleach used in manufacture . My nappies pants and other baby supplies were stored on the shelves under my changing table . Mu baby clothes were in the wardrobe next to it and in my aunts room .
There was never anything private about my nappies or nappy changes .
Angel A little bit of hanky panky does you good .  Angel
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#3
In the early days of my nappy punishment when it was just an occasional occurrence under my lolita style dresses they seemed to just appear; I suspect in reality mum must have been hoarding them with the knowledge that from time to time I was going to be wearing them.

In the latter stages of my nappy punishment however, by which I am referring to the stage just before I left home, I had to bring them in myself. As I was slated for secretary punishment during the day, I could pretend that I was buying them for someone else.

As for storage, at the point of the permanent regime, my entire wardrobe changed. Prior to this stage, my every day wardrobe had actually been fairly typical with my skirt, dress and nappy punishment stuff being kept in mum’s room...but of course once the new regime came into play, there was no need for me to have a male wardrobe at all; my male clothes went into the attic with a half dozen pencil skirts, a half dozen blouses and the same amount of high heels making up my new wardrobe.

My underwear was similarly cleared away and I had around 12 pairs of knickers to recycle on my top drawer. My second drawer was where my new pull up nappies were stored for night time. When I brought them in from the shop I had to open them up and lay them out in there just like regular underwear coming back from the wash.
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#4
When I was first subjected to baby punishment I was six years old. I'd only been out of night-time (and occasional day-time) nappies for twelve months, so Mummy knew which size to buy me and where from. Maybe she even had some left over - she did produce some of my old plastic pants for me to wear.

As I got older I was taken to Boots to buy my nappies. I remember it being really embarrassing having to stand there while Mummy looked though the nappies while she decided which ones were best for me, and then having to hold her hand while we queued to pay for them.

Of course, as I got to nine or ten years old this became even more humiliating, especially if one of the assistants came over to help, and Mummy would explain that the nappies were for me. Often I would have a nappy on under my shorts or trousers, and I was always sure the assistant could tell.

By the time I was a teenager I was sometimes sent to buy my own nappies. Now that was truly excruciating. I was no different to most teenage boys in that I was terribly shy about talking to girls, so when a young assistant came over to ask if she could help me I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. Having to answer her apparently innocent question "Are they for you?" made my cheeks burn red with shame.

At home my nappies were kept on a shelf in my bedroom. There was no hiding from them, as they were a constant reminder of the fate that could await me at any time. And of course any friends who came round and went to my bedroom would see them.

My baby knickers were kept in my underwear drawer, along with my boy's underpants and the girly knickers I'd been bought. By the time I was eight or nine I had baby dresses too, and these were kept in my wardrobe. I used to see them every time I got my school shirts and trousers out.

I think it was all part of my mother's plan to subdue and humiliate me by keeping my nappies on display on my bedroom shelf. It was terribly embarrassing.
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#5
(02-20-2020, 10:12 PM)Ali Wrote: When I was first subjected to baby punishment I was six years old. I'd only been out of night-time (and occasional day-time) nappies for twelve months, so Mummy knew which size to buy me and where from. Maybe she even had some left over - she did produce some of my old plastic pants for me to wear.

As I got older I was taken to Boots to buy my nappies. I remember it being really embarrassing having to stand there while Mummy looked though the nappies while she decided which ones were best for me, and then having to hold her hand while we queued to pay for them.

Of course, as I got to nine or ten years old this became even more humiliating, especially if one of the assistants came over to help, and Mummy would explain that the nappies were for me. Often I would have a nappy on under my shorts or trousers, and I was always sure the assistant could tell.

By the time I was a teenager I was sometimes sent to buy my own nappies. Now that was truly excruciating. I was no different to most teenage boys in that I was terribly shy about talking to girls, so when a young assistant came over to ask if she could help me I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. Having to answer her apparently innocent question "Are they for you?" made my cheeks burn red with shame.

At home my nappies were kept on a shelf in my bedroom. There was no hiding from them, as they were a constant reminder of the fate that could await me at any time. And of course any friends who came round and went to my bedroom would see them.

My baby knickers were kept in my underwear drawer, along with my boy's underpants and the girly knickers I'd been bought. By the time I was eight or nine I had baby dresses too, and these were kept in my wardrobe. I used to see them every time I got my school shirts and trousers out.

I think it was all part of my mother's plan to subdue and humiliate me by keeping my nappies on display on my bedroom shelf. It was terribly embarrassing.
I know what you mean; it was horrible having to wear nappies when you were far too old for them. What always struck me was when I was under nappy punishment during a family function.

You’d have my cousin’s children (toddlers) wearing dry nappies or sometimes even underwear, and I would be stood there stinking the place out in a wet or dirty nappy. As a thirteen year old playing in a wet nappy with your three year old cousin who is just starting in big boy pants is about as humiliating as it gets.
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#6
There's no doubt, Girlygirl, that being in the company of other children of mixed ages, some very young and some your own age, when you've been put back into a nappy, is incredibly humiliating.

Having your nappy checked in front of everyone, especially when you know it's wet, and that the toddlers are either in trainer pants, or nappies which they've managed to keep dry, is so embarrassing.

And then, of course, there's the abject humiliation of having your nappy changed in front of everyone...
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#7
I had a mixture of terry nappies and disposables.  They were all in my bedroom, taking up a lot of space, quite openly alongside associated items: safety pins, pads, a changing mat that was put on my bed each morning after I got up and stayed there until bedtime, powder, cream, plastic and rubber pants, training pants, waterproof bedding.  Most of this stuff was just bought for me without me being there, but now and again, I'd be there when it was bought.  It was, of course, rather embarrassing to have your incontinence referenced in public, when you were there but was, thankfully, not a regular occurrence.
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#8
The first time Jim bought me diapers, we were in K Mart, and it was a pack of "Attends Youth." I was already upset at having an accident while riding in his Jeep, and upset that his solution was for me to wear diapers (not a punishment, just a practical and logical solution). He had me carry them to the checkout, which I didn't like doing, and I think its VERY same to say the woman at the checkout knew they were for me (she was literate, after all lol). As time went on, I didn't mind carrying my diapers in the store because I was happy to wear then because of the protection they offered, and how safe they made me feel, and they were also fun to wear Smile

I only wire them when I was with Jim, so in my room at his house there was always a pack or two under my bed, and diapers out of the pack on top of the dresser (short dresser, only 2 drawers). I didn't try to hide them at all because everyone that saw me with Jim knew about iur relationship, so it was no big deal.

Princess Tommy
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#9
I apologize for reviving this old topic, but when I read it, it brought back some memories. I was never structurally petticoat punished (although there were a few occasions that I ended up being dressed in girl’s clothes back in the days, but that’s another story for whomever is interested), but I did wear diapers for quite a bit; mostly for the nights. However, dribbling or skid marks in my underpants, the incidental daytime pants wetting, leaving the toilet a mess, or disrupting my stepmom’s schedule for an unplanned bathroom break, all have been grounds for me to end up in diapers for the day as well. And the questions about buying them and storing them brings back memories.

Shopping
Unfortunately, I was a relatively small kid and that meant that I had no trouble fitting baby diapers. And my stepmother insisted on buying me Pampers. That always made me feel like such a baby! And I always dreaded it whenever we ran out and she would need to get more. For starters, she had her shopping list hanging on the pinboard in the hallway. That also meant that whenever we were running low on diapers, she’d add ‘Pampers’ to the list. Everyone who’d walk by the pinboard and had a glance at the prominently featured list, would see that my stepmom needed to buy baby diapers…and I was the only boy in the house. While most people that walked by probably never noticed, a few must have seen it and done the math themselves, and some actually ended up inquiring with my stepmom. And unfortunately, she wasn’t the one to beat around the bush. I remember one occasion when a curios neighbor stopped by who was pregnant at the time. She noticed the shopping list and started inquiring with my stepmom whether she was looking after a baby. My stepmom reacted with surprise and that should have told the neighbor enough to figure out what was really happening, but unfortunately, she couldn’t let it go. To make it more embarrassing, this was when the baby powder had also run out, meaning it was right underneath the diapers on the shopping list. Her mommy hormones were clearly already out of control as she discussed my bedwetting with my stepmom. You could imagine my blush as she told me how lucky I was that I had a mommy that took such good care of me. Of course, she was surprised that stepmom still used baby powder as well and swooned how nice I would smell, to which my stepmom bluntly replied: “he does in the evening indeed.” With that she left little to the imagination that the diapers were more than just a precaution. 

Usually, whenever we were in need of more diapers, my stepmom would just get them during her usual shopping trips. Luckily, this would oftentimes be while I was at school, but that didn’t mean that it’d be without embarrassment. For one, we lived in a small town and I knew that it was difficult not to run into a familiar face there. She would frequently come back from the store and say things like: “Oh, I ran into “bla bla bla” at the store and she told me that “bla bla bla.” Especially on days where she bought diapers, I’d always cross my fingers that no one noticed the big pack of Pampers in her shopping cart or while she was unloading the car. Especially people who knew her would also know that she didn’t have a toddler or baby at home. I still remember at least one occasion where a girl in my class started asking me curious questions as to why my stepmom was buying diapers because her sister was working the cash register that day.

Even worse than my stepmom buying them on her usual weekly shopping, would be when I had to join for shopping trips. I never enjoyed joining to begin with, but sometimes she’d swing by the store on the way back from school or she’d do big groceries in the weekend. I distinctly remember a few instances where she needed to buy diapers while I accompanied her to the store. Those were absolutely mortifying. Although, I am glad that she never made me carry them myself, it felt just as embarrassing to me as that it was casually placed in the shopping cart with all the other groceries. The packages were bulky and because she insisted on using Pampers, that also meant that everyone no doubt could recognize the familiar baby brand from a mile away. All I could do was stare at the ground, but in hindsight I am sure that made it even more conspicuous for people around us. She could just be buying diapers for another child at home, or perhaps she was helping out a friend with their shopping, but a boy nervously staring at the floor right next to her surely would help people decipher the purpose of those diapers. While that was embarrassing enough, there even have been two times or so that I was actually wearing a diaper during the shopping trip. This was stepmom’s solution whenever I had an accident or otherwise had been sloppy after going to the bathroom (not wiping well, leaving the toilet a mess, etc). Let me tell you, I still remember how nervous I was standing next to my stepmom in the baby aisle of the supermarket as she browsed through the packages to find the size 6 Pampers. I was self-conscious enough already about the noticeable thick padding and the unmistakable crinkling sounds (this was before ‘cloth-like’ baby diapers), but I also knew that if anyone had a trained eye in recognizing a padded diaper butt, it would be the mommies standing there at the baby aisle shopping for the very same thing that I was wearing. I could feel their eyes burning as I was trying to find a position where they wouldn’t notice my diaper as much, but this was difficult; from the back and side they would surely notice my bulging behind and from the front I didn’t really dare to face them. One particular instance that I’ll never forget is that we once ran into my teacher at the store while my stepmom had just placed two big packages of diapers into the shopping cart. I saw my teacher glancing at the diapers repeatedly and at one point in the conversation she casually inquired whether my stepmom had any other ‘little ones’ to which she answered that I was the only one and enough of a handful. I still remember that little smile she gave me as she connected the dots in her head. This by the way would not be the last embarrassing encounter with that teacher. My stepmom at one point in time told her that I still get spanked at home, which definitely resulted in a lot more teacher’s notes to take home and I even ended up wearing a diaper while I was in her classroom but that is a story for another time if people are interested.  

Storage
In terms of storing the diapers, I was relatively lucky that they would usually be neatly stored away in my room. However, she kept a few supplies in different places in my room and hence there was always a risk if someone really looked around that they would pick up some hint towards my embarrassing nighttime. She usually kept a stack of diapers, baby wipes, and other changing supplies in my nightstand. Unfortunately, to me she always seemed obsessed with preventing diaper rash and that meant wiping, powdering, oil, lotion, cream, you name it, so the drawer in my nightstand was full of baby stuff. And that also meant that there always lingered a hint of that classic baby powder scent around my room. This was something I myself was painfully aware off, and always hoped that no one else would smell that. I definitely remember once having a friend over who remarked that it “smells like a baby room in here.” Then besides my nightstand, she usually had the package of leftover Pampers standing in my closet, which meant that every morning as I got dressed, I’d see that embarrassing package of baby diapers standing there. Furthermore, there was that baby changing pad that she always stored next to the closet against the wall. It wasn’t an eye catcher but to the astute observer it could certainly be noticeable. This meant, just as was eloquently worded in the first post of the thread, that every second that there were visitors I’d be nervous that someone would discover my secret. And over the years, there have been a number of instances where exactly that happened.

Sometimes this was due to sloppiness of my stepmom. For example, every night before diapering me she would take the stack of diaper, wipes, and whatever baby products she thought she’d need from the drawer and place it on my nightstand. Then she would leave it there overnight because she would still need the baby wipes the next morning. She always insisted on wiping me thoroughly even if I’d have a shower first thing in the morning anyways. So embarrassing! That also meant that each morning I awoke to a babyish reminder of what I was wearing staring at me from the nightstand. Usually, she would immediately put everything back where it belonged after wiping me down, but it happened a few times that she was in a rush and that she left the supplies out. Two times this was with the cleaning lady. Once I saw her coming out of my room as I walked up the stairs and she sniggered a little at me. Her English wasn’t great, so we never really interacted much, and I didn’t think much about it until I opened the door to my room and my heart skipped a beat. Turns out my stepmom had bought a new pack of Pampers and left it out on the bed to clean it up later. It wasn’t long thereafter that I came home from school again on a day that the cleaning lady had come by and I saw that my stepmom had left the stack of diaper, the baby wipes, the baby powder and the diaper rash cream out on my nightstand. I saw they had been rearranged and hated the idea that the cleaning lady had actually handled my embarrassing supplies. This weren’t the only times though that my secret was discovered in my room. I once had girl over who was tutoring me who noticed a used diaper in the trashcan (which my stepmom forgot to empty) and there was the time that a babysitter who only knew I wore protection (my stepmom for a while diapered me for the night so that the babysitter wouldn’t need to do that) but she was curious and ended up exploring my room in more detail. 

That’s the relevant memories that come to mind in terms of storing and buying diapers back in the days.
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#10
Some embarrassing instances mentioned there, many of which I can relate to. In many ways, the fact that you weren’t under punishment is possibly as bad if not worse. I at least had the knowledge (possibly illusion) that by altering my behaviour I could get out of my nappies but if you were wearing them as a result of a more endemic problem you presumably had no such comfort. 

While a big part of my punishment was in having to use my nappies (and often continue to wear it for some time thereafter) simply the knowledge that someone else (specifically someone that I knew) might find out about my punishment was quite an effective deterrent in itself and I at least was lucky in that mother’s methods tended to guard against the outcome of this eventuality. 

As for your experiences wearing girl’s clothes, this is something I can certainly relate to and (I think I speak for most here) is an area in which we are always keen to learn of poster’s experiences.
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