Diaper Punishment

My Mom other than a good smack on my diapered bottom never really punished us with violence. Her diaper discipline as she called it usually included diapers alone with childish baby prints plastic pants. Mom would put me in diapers with the plastic pants. I would have to use my diaper and wait to be changed only by Mom. At the time the diapers were no problem until they were very wet or the odd time messy. Mom would make me stay outside so everyone could see my shame. Being at an age that should have left diapers behind years prior was tragically demeaning. The neighborhood became a dignity battleground for me and my baby diapered state.

On one occasion, I was after Mom to give me something to cover my shame. She gave me one of my sisters sun dresses and made me wear it over my diapers. This blew my fetish oriented mind having a short dress on that barely covered half of my diapers. She then walked me around the yard until we caught the attention of the local kids. They circled around me and started teasing me and smacking me on the seat of my diapers.

Mom caught pictures of the whole ordeal. Once the pictures were developed she would use them as a reminder of what could and did happen to me for misbehaving. She always threatened, but never did, send pictures to my friends or school.

At that age I don't think Mom really caught on to my diaper fetish. I was enjoying the humiliation this process was generating for me. I still have friends that help me relive those punishment times.

Diaper Punishment was often threatened by my foster aunt, and many's it the time I would find myself subjected to this humiliating and embarrassing punishment. I would be made to wear a cloth diaper (that's all there was in then) for a week.

Not allowed to use the toilet at all. If I said I needed to do a pee or poo-poo "No you're being punished you know what to do!"

I'd hang on as l long could and then as I was "going" I'd cry. Which didn't help. If it as a poo-poo, she'd wait a few minutes and then squeeze and pat my full diaper knowing what would happen inside. I would have to wait several hours before she would change me.

Often in the morning I woke with a wet messy diaper and if she had to change me - I'd get an enema for not holding on and messing in my bed..

On occasions, if she thought it, the diaper punishment period would be extended.

I think I might have been due to wetting and behavioral problems linked to having autism.I was keep some by a young woman who lived next door and her mother.