The only time I remember having my underwear checked and gone wrong was when one of my aunts was babysitting me for part of the summer. My aunt took care of the young toddlers, except in the summer, I always knew that she was strict and that she liked to spank the children in her care and put them in penance, as she lived alone in the countryside, I was sent to her house. As a child I never had to wear diapers. In the evening at bath time my aunt told me to take off my underpants, and she saw piss stains and a trace of skidding, I was not good at wiping my buttocks well after pooping. She immediately asked me what it was, I was ashamed and embarrassed, she immediately got angry with me, followed by a few good slaps on the buttocks, then put in the bath. After washing me from head to toe, she grabbed me by one ear to my room telling me how old are you "you behave like a baby", you will be disciplined for that. She says to sit on the bed, not to say a word and to remain silent until she returns. When I heard my aunt come back, my fear increased with my total ignorance of what she had planned and adapted for me, I saw that she had baby diapers in her hands, diaper pins, and plastic baby panties, baby powder, and a baby pacifier, then she told me that since you have and seem to like to behave like a baby, you will be treated as such, you will accept this as punishment for your behavior, with tears in my eyes, my hands hid my genitals with embarrassment and humiliation, She slapped my hands. Then she suddenly forced me to lie on the bed, I started kicking, she then followed with several quick and hard slaps on the buttocks, while I was screaming, she then lifted me by the ankles by placing the baby's diapers under me, explaining that she could not stand the little boys soiling their underwear like this and that they should be treated like babies. And it will be my underwear and toilet for the whole time with her. She was standing above me with the diaper pins in her mouth. I started struggling again, screaming and crying, she is a rather tall and chubby woman with whom I had no chance to resist. Again, with a few strong slaps on the buttocks, she finally pinned my diapers together. Afterwards, I had to bring my legs together so that she could slide the plastic panties down my legs and over my diapers. She made me wear diapers in bed every night and all day long I even had to keep my morning diapers wet and sometimes poop in them before getting changed. I thought she would put on my pants or panties to hide my diapers and shame, Well, no, she ordered me to go and sit in the small wooden park with the plastic mattress and baby toys she had installed in the living room, so I had to step over the wooden fence and sit with my dirty diaper for several hours. In addition I had to wear only my plastic diapers and pants and a t-shirt to go out and play outside, even if there were neighbors. When she changed my diapers and my plastic panties, she did it even if there were people at home, she took great pleasure in humiliating me in front of the world, like making me kneel in a corner with only my diaper full of piss or poop, or spanking me, explaining to people that I was still a big baby peeing and pooping in my diapers and explaining that I had soiled my underwear and that was why I was at diapers. I remember this painful event that I had to face and it is probably the only memory I have. Today, I still meet her sometimes, always a big and fat woman. She likes to make me evoke these memories in front of my wife, especially since she learned that I was diapers again, fortunately for me, now my wife has taken over for my greatest pleasure, she is more understanding.