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

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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. It felt to me like I was sitting on a pillow. Once she helped me stand, I realized it also felt like a pillow was pulled between my legs – I couldn't get them together. Walking was going to be interesting, it seemed. Mom then showed me another X-large t-shirt, this one just plain blue. "I bought this one for you myself," she said, showing me the bottom of it. She had taken and attached snaps in the middle at the bottom of the t-shirt. She slipped it over my head and pulled it down over my diaper, snapping the snaps over the bulk in the crotch of the diaper. "This way, we can keep your shirt from coming up and showing off your diaper to everyone," she told me. "Also, it will keep your diaper from sagging too low when it is wet, but make sure you let me know when you are too wet, so I can change your diaper."

I’m embarrassed to admit this, but that happened to me too Cindy Marie, not the same way but I do have a memory of DD. My parents were a mix of crazy, inept and neglectful. A lot of people have it a lot worse and my parents were good material providers and they never sexually abused us, but me and my siblings all carry psychological scars from how we were raised. Two of us have decided never to have kids ourselves because we doubt we can break the cycle of neglect and shitty parenting. I really admire my older brother for being a good father, me and my other brother don’t think we could ever pull it off.

I poked my head around the door and looked around the room. There were a couple of dressers in there as well, but aside from the cribs and dressers, not much else aside from a wide-mouth diaper genie was in the room.

Mom washed her hands, and as we turned to leave and I saw Tina standing by the door, watching. I wondered how much of my diaper change she had been watching. Later, she DID boast to that she should have gone with us to the restroom, and she would have got to see me have my diaper changed. You can tell them Tina is being punished," Mom said. I noticed she didn't give permission to say I was also being punished, and thanked her silently for small favors.Mom had been pushed enough. "Well maybe if you were a little nicer and tried to help them, instead of constantly laughing and making fun of them, things would go a little better for you!" she told her. Well, you're going to try anyway," Pam said. I felt her finger suddenly in the elastic of my diaper. "Your diaper is still dry, and I'm not gonna get up more than once a night, so let's go," she commanded. She took my hand and pulled me out of the crib to my feet. Of course, being bigger than her I could have resisted, but I allowed her to do it rather than make a fuss. The second came on the last morning that Tina had to wear diapers. She had made it seven mornings in dry diapers. I had only made it to my third, and that was thanks to Pam making me get up every night when Tina went.