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How were your nappies bought and stored?
#21
(01-05-2021, 12:52 PM)oluiervier Wrote: Ha ha ha, indeed that was the take home message! I don't think I ever asked her again Big Grin !

And I suppose you're right, I guess in hindsight I'd have to be very happy that it happened outside of the normal classroom hours, but it surely felt embarrassing enough already. But your poor sister had it worse! Very surprising that this didn't affect her street cred. I guess that means she managed to keep it a secret?

Sorry, I should have been cleared - it most definitely did affect her street cred (it didn’t do it any good). There was no way she was keeping it a secret. 

If we ever had nappy punishment on a night as a matter of routine, we would have to drink lots of liquid before going to bed to ensure we would have no choice but to wet our nappies many times through the night. In this instance that is what mother imposed on my sister prior to going to school. The reason she had had to wear a nappy in the first place was because she kicked off at mother’s usual punishment of her having to wear a skirt instead of trousers. 

The end result of all this was that she had a very droopy nappy by the time she got to school that she could barely keep above the hem of her skirt and had to go to the school nurse to get changed.
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#22
(01-05-2021, 04:08 PM)Bobby1111 Wrote: Oluievier,

Thank you so much for taking the time to share these intimate and humiliating details from your childhood. I feel as if I am reading one of my own ABDL stories! Smile

If it is not too much trouble, would you be so kind as to tell us more about your long detention experience?

Thank you very much, that is quite the compliment coming from you Bobby!

I’d be happy to recall that embarrassing event as well. That started out after I was caught passing notes. I had to stay after class for my teacher to write a note to my stepmom about my disruptive behavior and I had to bring it back signed back the day after. Naturally, I always dreaded delivering those notes because I knew what the consequences likely would be at home. When I got home though, my stepmom’s sister and her girls were over, so the last thing I wanted to do was risk getting a spanking while they were there. So, I figured I’d wait until after dinner, but they also stayed over to join us, and after that I was simply so caught up in playing video games with the girls that I honestly just forgot. The next day on my way to school my heart skipped a beat when I realized I had forgotten about the note. I figured by now it would just be wisest to keep my mouth shut and hope that the teacher forgot all about it. It would anyways be a short day in class until lunch or so and after that there would be some kind of school celebration on the sports fields. Here was hoping that she’d have the event on her mind instead of my note.

The first half in class was remarkably uneventful and I thought I got away with it, but as soon as the bell rang, she gestured me to stay behind. I remember sitting there nervously while all my classmates were excitedly heading for lunch and the planned celebration. Of course, she asked immediately where the signed note was and I admitted that I had forgotten, but she did not believe my story and gave me stern lecture that she would have to report this to the principal and that this could lead to suspension. I think she was trying to intimidate me a bit (which worked), but then announced she would go to the teacher’s lounge to call my stepmom first. I was nervously waiting until she returned. She sat down and told me that my stepmom convinced her not to report it to the principal, but they figured out a way to deal with it. First, she told me that I would now go straight back home. I still remember her satisfied smile as she said that my stepmom told her that there would be a good bare-bottom spanking waiting for me as soon as I got home. I still remember it made quite an impact to have this other lady say the words “bare bottom spanking”. Previously she mentioned things like that she hoped that my stepmom and I would have a good … talk. The pause there really made it obvious what she meant, but to hear her say it explicitly made me feel really embarrassed. Especially when she added that she thought I deserved it and that she sometimes wished that she would still be allowed to put a student over her lap. As if this weren’t embarrassing enough, she next told me that rather than attending the celebration after that lunchtime discipline, I’d have to come back for detention for the rest of the afternoon. She sent me home with the warning not to keep my stepmom waiting and that she hoped that I’d learn a good lesson.

The whole way back home I felt really awkward, knowing my fate, and knowing that the teacher was no doubt imagining me squirming over the knee with my pants around my ankles getting my due. The few minutes that I’d have to walk seemed endless. My stepmom was waiting for me in the living room and sent me to my room, where she proceeded to give me a sound spanking. While she was spanking me, she lectured me about the note and my disruptive behavior and of course I promised quickly to never do it again. She made sure my behind was stinging intensely by the time she was finally done. I still remember seeing through my teary eyes how red my behind was in the mirror when she helped me off her lap. While I expected to be put in the corner, she instead mentioned that it was time to hurry back to school for my detention. I was puzzled as she walked to my nightstand, opened the drawer and pulled out one of my nighttime diapers. My heart sank as she started explaining that she really had to do a lot of effort to convince the teacher not to report this to the principal. And that the teacher was hesitant about more detention as I’d would probably be disruptive referring to my bathroom incident. So, she nonchalantly told me that she offered to send me back in diapers so that there would be no reason for me to leave the classroom.

To this day I still kind of wonder whether that had been the intention of the teacher all along. While I did pester her a lot, I never did anything wrong potty-related anymore after that first diaper incident. So somehow, I still wonder if she had a reason to mention that incident again. Anyway, whether it was intentional or not, at least it had prompted my stepmother to put me in a diaper once more. I still remember the babyish Pampers diaper flopping around as she waved her hands around while lecturing me. I had a brief moment of protest, but with a freshly reddened bottom that didn’t last long. Before I knew it, there I was again with my legs high up in the air, getting thoroughly wiped down with moist baby wipes, then my bottom received a layer of that gooey diaper rash cream, and lastly, I was thoroughly powdered before being secured in a baby diaper. With some effort she pulled my shorts over my thick diaper and straightened my shirt. Reluctantly, I followed her downstairs to the kitchen where she had already prepared a sandwich for me and a tall glass of milk. I remember it was a warm day and I was thirsty anyway after spending some ‘quality time’ across her lap, that I gulped down the big glass without any thought about the potential consequences. As soon as she finished, she escorted me back to school for a seemingly long walk hoping that no one would notice my tear-stained eyes and obvious diaper waddle. Luckily, the school was deserted as everyone was attending the celebration: everyone except my teacher that was.

When we arrived at the classroom, she reported to the teacher that I had received a good spanking as agreed, and she was so ashamed of my behavior. The teacher added that she hoped that some hours sitting in detention would help get that point across. And as my stepmom walked out of the classroom, she assured the teacher that I had been put back in diapers to make sure I wouldn’t have to leave the seat and that if she if she’d have to come back here, I’d be in for another trip across her lap. While she never said so explicitly as far as I remember, she did kind of hint that she would perhaps spank me again at school, which I of course really wanted to avoid. Before my stepmom closed the door, the teacher asked her if there was anything else that she would have to keep in mind with the diapers, and to my embarrassment my stepmom replied that she had never experienced any leaks with these Pampers so far and that she coated my bottom with plenty of barrier cream and powder so I should last a while. I felt mortified that she actually used the word “Pampers” instead of diapers and that she actually disclosed that she really still diapered me just like a baby. She was undoubtedly imaging me with my legs in the air like a baby getting his bottom powdered.   

Once I sat down at my desk on the hard wooden chair, I also noticed that the padding of the diaper wasn’t that much of a consolation. My behind was still glowing intensely, and I can agree with some other members here who wrote that a diaper can really lock in the heat! I guess she must have noticed me squirming in my seat because I still remember her asking me in a sort of mocking tone something along the lines of: “Aww, what’s the matter? Do you have a red bottom under that diaper?” Then she added that she hoped that a few hours sitting on a sore behind would teach me not to disrupt her class again. Even though I felt plenty of pity for myself, it was clear that I didn’t have to expect any sympathy from my teacher. I felt really awkward and small knowing that this lady knew that I had just been soundly spanked across my stepmom’s lap and then diapered. This would be the start of a very long couple of hours of detention. At least for a large part she would give me assignments, which meant that at least I could work largely independently. I did end up squirming in my seat a lot more because of my glowing behind, and every time I moved around you could clearly hear my diaper crinkle. Whenever I looked up at her she was staring right at me.

Somewhere halfway through the detention though, I started to notice the effects of the big glass of milk that I drank with my hasty lunch. Of course, the last thing I wanted was to use my diaper at school. I managed to keep myself occupied with my assignment and hold it in until the final half an hour or so. The teacher ran out of assignments and figured I’d spend the remaining time writing lines on the blackboard. I remember this standing on my toes to write down the first lines as I used my other hand to try to tug down my shirt to hide the diaper sticking out above the waistband of my shorts. Meanwhile, the urge to go became stronger and stronger as I started to nervously shift around on my feet and try to squeeze my legs together (which is difficult with a diaper on!). There was only half an hour left on the clock when I really couldn’t hold it anymore and to my embarrassment, I wet myself then and there in front of the blackboard. I guess she must have noticed that I stopped writing on the board, because I could feel her eyes on me as I let go. And when there is some pressure behind it, and there is little background noise, you can sometimes even hear a faint stream. I remember that I could hear it myself at the very least and hoped the teacher didn’t notice. I don’t know whether she noticed the diaper sagging more in my pants, or that she heard, or smelled something, or perhaps that she noticed that I stopped doing the potty dance, but whatever gave it away, she did notice. She gave me a surprised look as she asked me whether I had just wet my diaper? Of course, I flat out denied the allegation, but I felt myself blushing bright red. She looked at me skeptically and scoffed a little.

The last half an hour seemed to take an eternity as I stood there writing lines with a wet diaper around my glowing behind right next to my teacher. Finally, I felt knocking on the door and my stepmom walked in to signal the end of detention. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t be the end of an uncomfortable situation. She asked my teacher whether I had behaved and luckily, she affirmed that I had. However, she did remark to my stepmom that she had the impression that I may be in need of a diaper change. Needless to say I was very shocked to hear that as she apparently disregarded my denial and had noticed anyway, and now she was talking about me as if she had a toddler on her lap. Even more so because ‘diaper change’ implied being put in a clean diaper instead of getting my undies back. My stepmom just smiled and said that then we better got home to give me a dry diaper. It was clear to me, and no doubt my teacher as well, that I wouldn’t have to count on getting back my undies anytime soon that day.


What is interesting to me is that when I was diapered in her classroom the second time, it kind of was even more embarrassing, but in my memory the first memory still stands out. There’s always something particularly embarrassing about the first time that anyone finds out about your diapers. Do you guys also experience that?
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#23
Thank you for that write up. That really is quite the embarrassing situation that you went through there (but no doubt a deterrent to future misbehaviour). To wet yourself in front of your teacher is also something that goes quite against the grain of how society normally operates so it is really not surprising that it brought out in you interesting emotions. 

Fortunately my nappy punishments were kept within the family and (but for a foreign holiday amongst complete strangers) no one else really became involved so it is difficult for me to relate to how I would have felt had anyone I knew witnessed such attire but I do know the fear I felt about the prospect of others finding out.
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#24
Oluievier,

When you were spanked, was it a hand spanking or with a paddle? For me, it was always a hard wooden paddle being applied to my bare bottom. Ironically, the long term effects of it were to making spankings become a fetish for me, but I digress...
I once received a spanking in front of the entire class--that was a memorable occasion, to be sure.

I also have a diaper related anecdote I can share with you.
When I was very young, I can remember going over to spend the afternoon with my best friend. He was a year or so younger than me, but we enjoyed spending time with each other and playing with our shared toys. I also liked his attractive mom, who was always kind to me and let us have the foods that we enjoyed.
We had lunch and afterwards, we were playing with our toys when his mom came in and announced that it was time for our afternoon naps. This was something I really didn’t want to do, as I thought I was too old for naptime, but I didn’t argue with her.
However, when she led us down the hallway and into the bedroom, I saw that she had a laid out a fluffy set of diapers, pins, and plastic panties on the bed. Since I wasn’t a bedwetter (although my brother was), I was confused by the items and didn’t know what she had in mind.
As my friend and his sister watched wordlessly, she helped me out of my pants, picking me up and placing me on top of the soft diapers. As I blushed furiously, she powdering me generously and I looked away, unable to return the gaze of the other kids watching me. They said nothing as I got pinned into the bulky cloth diapers and a pair of plastic panties were raised up my legs to complete the humiliating underwear.
I didn’t understand why my friend, who was younger than I, wasn’t also required to wear them and my promises to keep the bed dry fell on deaf ears. I was so incredibly humiliated but of course, she was the one in charge and whether I liked it or not, I was going to take my nap, diapered like a bedwetting toddler.
True to my word, I didn’t wet myself but my cheeks burned with shame every time I recalled the incident in my later years.
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#25
What an interesting incident. I wonder if it was a ‘just in case’ type of thought process or whether in fact she had been provided information (or misinformation as would seem more likely) to which you were not privy.
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#26
@Bobby Oh, that sounds very embarrassing indeed. I was wondering the same thing as Girlygirl as well. I’m also curious what gave her that idea, even though her own were already out of diapers. Was that the first time back in diapers for you or did you mommy perhaps have some revealing talks with her about previous instances?

Luckily, no paddle for me. Poor you! My stepmom was usually a hand spanker, but occasionally would use the hairbrush. She sometimes decided that halfway through a spanking and then often made me get it myself, which always felt really awkward knowing what was waiting for me when I brought the implement back. I still remember once she told me to fetch the brush, which I couldn’t find. Turned out my stepsister had taken it to ‘brush her hair’ even though she had a perfectly fine hairbrush herself. Of course, she made a whole scene around asking her for it, while my stepmom was growing impatient downstairs. I knew that certainly wasn’t helping my case Tongue .

Oh my, you actually got it in front of the class once? I presume on the seat of your pants or what? Was this a one time thing?

@Girlygirl. Oh, that is at least fortunate that the diapers mostly stayed private for you. Over time I definitely had a number of people find out about my diapers. I don’t think my stepmom ever did it that intentionally, but she just was always very casual about diapers. That was in her eyes just what was warranted if you didn’t neatly use the potty. My stepmom always thought I made way too big a deal of what other people would think, but I definitely considered that differently Blush !

You mention that it was different for you on holidays. What happened in the holidays that revealed your diapers?
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#27
This was one particular holiday - when I was 14. I had been caught not so very long before smoking with my friends and my mother was out to prove a point that this was categorically unacceptable. On the foreign holiday I therefore had to wear nappies 24/7 including to use them for all necessary purposes. 

Other than my nappies I was wearing my regular boy clothes but you can imagine that the bulk was quite apparent and (when I had to use them) very often the stench as well. She had set a rule that I had to tell her when I had used a nappy but would then have to continue wearing it for an hour thereafter. In the midday sun in particular this could make for quite a humid experience. Wetting was one thing but having to mess, quite another as this felt almost to be melting after an hour. On one particular day I had had to mess myself while round the pool and did everything I could to avoid spreading it. Mother could tell after not very long that I was trying to spend the whole hour doing ‘standing up’ activities and promptly spread the mess across the entire rear of my nappy and then made me sit in it (so I learned not to try and be clever as well).

At night mother would ensure that I drank lots of liquid before going to bed which usually meant I had a wet nappy before I even got to sleep but certainly that I had to wet my nappy many more times through the night. In fact, such was the extent to which I used nappies during that fortnight that I had to undergo a degree of retoilet training upon getting home. 

Needless to say I didn’t smoke again.  Wink
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#28
(01-07-2021, 09:56 PM)Girlygirl Wrote: What an interesting incident. I wonder if it was a ‘just in case’ type of thought process or whether in fact she had been provided information (or misinformation as would seem more likely) to which you were not privy.

A very good question. Almost certainly, she was aware that my brother was a bedwetter and wore diapers when he slept. Perhaps she didn't want to risk her mattress with me (just in case) and thought that diapers and plastic panties were a small price for her peace of mind.
For me, it was mortifying--especially since my friend was even younger than I and she obviously didn't make him wear diapers. I felt very childish being pinned into thick diapers and having her pull my plastic panties up for me.

(01-08-2021, 01:10 AM)oluiervier Wrote: Oh my, you actually got it in front of the class once? I presume on the seat of your pants or what? Was this a one time thing?

Yes, I thought I had dodged the bullet when I went to the principal's office and avoided getting spanked. But then when I returned to my class, my teacher called me up to her desk, pulled my pants and underwear down, and took me over her lap. The entire class watched with rabid fascination as she paddled me to tears and taught me a well deserved lesson on playground manners.
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(01-07-2021, 04:06 PM)Bobby1111 Wrote: Oluievier,

When you were spanked, was it a hand spanking or with a paddle? For me, it was always a hard wooden paddle being applied to my bare bottom. Ironically, the long term effects of it were to making spankings become a fetish for me, but I digress...
I once received a spanking in front of the entire class--that was a memorable occasion, to be sure.

I also have a diaper related anecdote I can share with you.
When I was very young, I can remember going over to spend the afternoon with my best friend. He was a year or so younger than me, but we enjoyed spending time with each other and playing with our shared toys. I also liked his attractive mom, who was always kind to me and let us have the foods that we enjoyed.
We had lunch and afterwards, we were playing with our toys when his mom came in and announced that it was time for our afternoon naps. This was something I really didn’t want to do, as I thought I was too old for naptime, but I didn’t argue with her.
However, when she led us down the hallway and into the bedroom, I saw that she had a laid out a fluffy set of diapers, pins, and plastic panties on the bed. Since I wasn’t a bedwetter (although my brother was), I was confused by the items and didn’t know what she had in mind.
As my friend and his sister watched wordlessly, she helped me out of my pants, picking me up and placing me on top of the soft diapers. As I blushed furiously, she powdering me generously and I looked away, unable to return the gaze of the other kids watching me. They said nothing as I got pinned into the bulky cloth diapers and a pair of plastic panties were raised up my legs to complete the humiliating underwear.
I didn’t understand why my friend, who was younger than I, wasn’t also required to wear them and my promises to keep the bed dry fell on deaf ears. I was so incredibly humiliated but of course, she was the one in charge and whether I liked it or not, I was going to take my nap, diapered like a bedwetting toddler.
True to my word, I didn’t wet myself but my cheeks burned with shame every time I recalled the incident in my later years.

What a wonderful anecdote Bobby, I had a similar experience that I hope people don't mind me sharing. When I was young I was friends with the eldest son of our next door neighbours, who was the same age as me, called Daniel. We were not best friends or anything but would play football occasionally on the fields and spend time mostly outside. He had a younger brother about three or four years younger called Elliott who would join us rarely as Daniel was not often pleasant to him as some brothers could be. I remember the first time I actually went into their house to play some computer games with them I had a wander around the house after going to the toilet, mostly just being nosey I guess, but I went into the back room on the ground floor and found a large cot with rails up. I concluded that the family were either expecting a new family member or these were old junk not yet thrown out. I'm not sure why but I peaked through the room and could smell baby powder and an odd smell coming from the drawn curtains. Looking behind the curtains I saw a damp nappy on the floor which was hidden. Shocked, I felt it best to not be found in the room and hurried back to Daniel's bedroom to resume playing games.

I kept thinking about the nappy and decided to ask Daniel about it just before his mother Angela sat us down for dinner. He was very embarrassed about my inquiry which made me think that it was his nappy, which actually made me happy being that I had recently started nappy punishment myself and had become an occasional bed-wetter, but he told me that it was Elliott's nappy which meant he must have wet himself and secretly took it off so he could keep playing games with us. Daniel then told me how much he hated his “baby” brother and how pathetic he was to need a nappy at his age and he was humiliated that I found out and he hoped I didn't think less of him for it. This put me in an awkward spot as I empathised with Elliott but couldn't risk Daniel suspecting that I was nappied too, so I said that the nappies were no reflection on Daniel but proof that Elliott was a pathetic little nappy boy. With my condemnation of Elliott's nappies Daniel seemed to calm down and we enjoyed our dinner. During dinner we spoke about the computer games we played and both Daniel and Elliott asked Angela if I could stay over for the night. Before I could say anything about it Angela said she would need to speak to my mother first but it was OK with her. I told her I could quickly go back home and get my sleeping bag if my mother agreed but Angela said she would pop round and we could go back to our games. As I was eager to get back to the games I didn't think more about it and off the three of us went.

The hours flew by playing games that soon it was bed time for Elliott as his Mum called him, he clearly was anxious and slipped out of Daniel's room quietly. Of course I noticed and knew he was going to get nappied before bed but I asked Daniel to be sure. He confirmed that Elliott was getting ready for bed and that he thought it unfair he could only stay up an hour longer than a nappied bad-wettter. After a little while Angela called out to me which I assumed meant she had my sleeping bag for me to ready, which I was correct in thinking but when I got downstairs I saw that Angela was also carrying an all too familiar bag, my mothers own nappy bag that had all my own nappy supplies in it. Needless to say I was completely mortified to see the bag as not only did it reveal my secret shame to the first people outside my family but also meant that I was going to be imminently put into a nappy.

She took my hand and lead me into Elliott's room where he was already in his cot, now his face was filled with glee as he manoeuvred to get the best view he could from his cot. Placing my bag next to Elliott's own changing matt on the floor, Angela cooed me as she was unbuttoning my clothes, all while I could see Elliott's beaming smile. Once undressed I instinctively lay down on the matt as Angela took out my own nappies from the bag. As Angela was changing me I saw that the door was ajar and that Daniel was stood there. I will never forget the look on his face in that moment, the look of disgust was burning as if I had betrayed him. Unsettlingly, I knew there and then our friendship had ended as he then went back upstairs to carry on gaming alone for his extra hour before bedtime as I was to sleep in Elliott's room.

That may have been the end of my friendship with Daniel, but it was the start of my friendship with Elliott who was very happy to find someone, especially an older boy, with the same issues as him.

Sorry for such a long post but this is a very powerful memory for me and has played in my head many times over the years.
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#30
Ah, the humiliations of being a bedwetter. I can relate so well, as it's happened three times, just this week.

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Seth, would you be so kind as to share with us your experiences of being nappy punished by your mom for bedwetting?
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