Punishment For Soiled Underwear!
PUNISHMENT FOR SOILED UNDERWEAR!
I am going to explain a little more in detail about the punishment that I received when I was 8 that is the possible reason why I have the fetish for wearing and wetting diapers.
That year I was have a problem with messing my underwear. My parents would make me clean them out in the bathroom sink or bath tub.
There was one time that when my mom came to get me dressed for bed. She noticed that I had done it again. She made me go get in the tub and take a bath. I remember her coming in to the bathroom and telling me that since I keep messing my underwear that I was going to wear diapers.
So, as soon as I got out of the tub I went to my parent's bedroom and my mother put me in a diaper. I apparently still had diapers from when I was still in them and was small enough at the time that they still fit me.
That night I was not allowed to wear my pj bottoms because they were afraid that I would take the diaper off and that was their way of making sure I kept it on.
Upon waking up the next morning I had to pee but was wearing the diaper. No one was up yet so instead of bothering someone to take the diaper off I just decided to use the diaper and fell back to sleep.
I woke up a couple of hours later and found my mom in her shop (Florist). She called me over and picked me up and sat me on her work table. She explained her reasons for putting me in the diaper and hoped that it was enough for me to learn my lesson.
She went to take the diaper off so I could get a bath and discovered that I had wet it. She was upset and asked why I had wet the diaper and why I didn't ask for help to use the bathroom that morning. I didn't know how to respond, so I just shrugged my shoulders. She told me to get in the bath immediately.
After I got out, I was met by my mother in my room and I was diapered again. She told me that since I had used my diaper like a baby instead of someone that is potty trained, I was going to have to wear and use diapers for the whole weekend like the baby that I acted like.
After getting the diaper on me, she gave me clothes to wear and told me to head to the car. On our way to the store, she explained that there was only 1 more diaper left and I would need more to last the whole weekend.
After we got the store, I was placed in the child seat on the buggy, and watched as we went straight to the baby isle and my mother put a jumbo pack of the biggest sized Pampers that they had, baby wipes and powder in the buggy. She teased me a little by also placing a pacifier and bottle in the seat next to me.
She then went on shopping in the store for what ever else we needed, making sure that the diapers were sitting front and center for everyone to see. When we got to the register, she put everything on the belt leaving the diapers and supplies for last.
When the cashier got to the diapers and supplies she acted casual and rung everything up. Then she noticed the pacifier and bottle still in the seat next to me. She politely asked if those needed to be rung up separately.
My mother looked at me for a second and handed them to the cashier and told her that she didn't need them, that the diapers should be enough of a punishment for me to learn my lesson.
At that point the cashier glanced at me and noticed my diaper since my mom wanted to embarrass me some by making me sit there in only a t-shirt and diaper.
When we got home, my mom told me that I was to use the diapers just like any baby would do and I was to come to her or my sister if I needed a diaper change.
She told me that she hoped that by the time the weekend was over that I would learn to appreciate having the ability to use the bathroom like a big boy instead of needing to use diapers.
She also told me that the remaining diapers in the pack that were left would be kept for future punishments if needed. Needless to say, there were more than half the diapers remaining in the pack at the end of the weekend.
Written By: Dennis
Age: 33