Bedwetting punished humiliated by mother

I can remember as if it was yesterday in the early seventies being a young boy and being a bedwetter back then there was no discrete protection to wear if you had bladder problems and there was no understanding in general of physiological aspects to children health and not having a understanding mother who thought my late development leads to my peculiar fetishes I have to-day.

I was late out of day time nappies around the age of 4 and even wore a nappy if we were going somewhere where it might be difficult to get to a toilet I can recall if certain suit trousers were got out for me to wear I was to be nappied that day,and still can recall my trouser be done up over my terry nappy and plastic pants and feeling embarrassed by the end of the day when the wet nappy was removed

my mother took me to the doctor and found nothing physically wrong with me reckoned that there was little wrong with me and gave her the belief that my bedwetting was due to being lazy which changed her attitude towards me and shortly after that she took on a approach of punishments and humilation,firstly I remember she said to me that I must like being wet so in the mornings I was to keep my wet nappy on and she would remove it when she gave me permission which she used to to humiliate me I can assure you as a young boy being in a wet nappy if someone called round was terribly embarrassing, I used to hold on to making bowel movements as I was afraid of asking her anything in the morning as on these mornings of extended nappy wearing I tried to keep my head down and say nothing but on a few occasions I left it to late and would dirty my nappy the first time I was left in my poopy nappy for a while how long I cannot remember long enough to get a bad rash the second time she took my nappy off near straight away some compassion was shown,but the third time I to this day cringe at recalling the event I had just finished breakfast and got the urge to poo so learning from past experience was asking for my nappy to be removed when I filled it with poo she went into a rage and sent me to the bathroom up stairs to wait for her so I am standing there as a boy in a dirty nappy and I hear go to the cupboard where she kept the cane up the stairs she came screaming I going teach you a lesson you will not forget! I started to cry when she came through the door cane in hand she didn't cane me on that occasion but told me I was a big enough baby and to stop crying and pulled down my plastic pants holding them up to my face telling me that I should be made to lick them clean.

I was never actually caned for wetting the bed but was often caned and put in a nappy to go to bed early for being naughty I have a memory of a dinning chair that was put in the middle of living room for administering the cane the anticipation of getting cane was nearly as bad as the strokes you knew your bare bum was about to receive

well that is some of my painful memories as a young person shared with you

as I write this I am sitting in a wet nappy (through choice) but I do indulge in other fetishes attached to my story.

As for me and diapers being a punishment . It all started with me at an early age. It was back in the early 60's. before they had disposable diapers. I had been wetting the bed again every night . The problem was I had to sleep with my older brother. An I guess he finally told my mother he hated waking in a wet bed. So my mother I guess thought she would take care of the problem one night before bed. I was taken into the living room. Their she had laying on the floor was plastic pants, powder, and a thick cloth diaper. My older sister an brother came along an were standing their . As she told me if I was going to wet the bed like a baby. Then she was going to put me back into diapers like a baby. Well I started to cry as she took off all my clothes. Next she laid me down on the floor. And with my sister and brother watching and making fun of me . She took her time putting the diaper under my butt. Then she put baby powder on my butt and penis. Next she pulled the thick cloth diaper up between my legs an pinned it on me . Then she pulled the pink plastic pants over my diaper. The hole time I was crying like a baby. She then put just a t-shirt on me . I ask her, couldn't I wear my PJ's . And she said no that babies don't need to cover their diapers. And every morning she would make me wear the wet diaper until after breakfast. By then I would have to pee again. And I would tell her I needed to pee . She would just say that's OK if you need to pee you have a diaper on.Just go ahead and pee in my diaper like a baby. Well after a while I couldn't hold it an would flood the diaper making it even wetter. Then she would take me to the bathroom . Where she would take the wet diaper off me. And put me in the tub standing. Then she would get a wash cloth and make it very soapy. Next she would take a long time washing my butt and penis. Telling me all the while that I should be ashamed of myself wetting my diapers like a baby. And that as long as I wet my diapers she was going to keep me in them every night. Well this went on for a long time. Then one morning on a Saturday. I was taken up to the bathroom like every day to have my wet diaper taken off and washed . This morning was to be very different . As I walked into the bathroom . I saw a bowl of soapy water , Vaseline,and a red bulb syringe with black nozzle setting on a chair next to the toilet. I didn't know what it was for . Next thing I knew my mother was taking my plastic pants and wet diaper off me. Leaving me standing naked . Next she pulled me over her lap face down. She left the bathroom door standing open . An then I looked an my sister and brother were standing their. I then felt my mother spreading my butt cheeks open . An felt her lubed finger working up into my butt hole all the way. She took her time working it in and out . Making me grunt all the while I cried for her to stop. An of course my sister and brother were making fun of me. She didn't tell me what she was going to do . She finally pulled her finger out of my butt hole. I thought she was done . But I found out she was just getting started. next I heard a gurgling sound . An felt her spread my butt apart again . Then She stuck the nozzle in my butt an started to squirt the water up my butt. It made me cry again an I ask her to stop. She said that we had just started an she would tell me when it was over. Every time she squirted the water up my butt it made me grunt. An my sister and brother were loving it. She kept filling my butt with water till it started to leak out. Then she sat me on the toilet an watched me poop the enema out. I was so embarrassed. She told me that she was going to do this every Saturday until I was out of diapers. After I finished pooping she took an put another thick diaper on me and plastic pants. An I ask her why I had a diaper on in the day. She told me that it was in case I had a poopy accident after the enema. Well I went an watched tv. An a while later I had to poop again bad. I started to go to the potty. But my mother ask me where I was going . I said I had to poop bad. Well she said that is ok you have a diaper on an you can poop in it like a baby. I said no PLEASE but it was to late and I pooped and peed in the diaper. She just laughed and said what a BIG BABY you are. She then took me to the bathroom and took the dirty diaper off. It took a long time cleaning my butt and penis again. This went on till I was much older. After all that I was hooked on diapers and enemas.

I too was humiliated for wetting the bed. I was made to sleep in the bath tub had my wet sheets wrap around my neck had to wear my wet bed clothes all day had my wet sheets hung out my window I'm still a bed wetter till this day.

For me wetting the bed was punishment by my mom as she got cloth diapers and pins from her friend and made me wear at the time i was horrified but now i love it guess she made a fetish for me

I'm courious to know how you feel about what your moms did to you.

Even if you like diapers now. Do you harbor any ill feeling towards her, and what.

My punishments were being beaten with either a belt or an ironing cord by my dad,put in an ice cold shower again by my wonderful dad,made to wear my wet or dirty underpants around my neck and name like "Pissy pants", "Piss the bed" Shit the pants". The one with longest lasting effect was the cold shower because whenever I went swimming at a beach or a pool and no matter how hot it was whenever I came out of the water I would be shaking from the cold and my lips were blue. So I rarely go swimming.

To this very day listening to your stories of humiliation and physical abuse for bed wetting break my black old heart. My Mom produced some of the best bed wetting products for all ages during my early years. There were many times Mom's would come over to my Mom's basement sewing room and have their girls and boys fitted for night time bed protection, almost always diapers and plastic pants. Mom had a way with the Mothers and assured them that their children where perfectly normal and they would grow out of their little problems at night. Almost always the faces of her customers left after their purchases smiling and happy that maybe this was an end to their night time stresses over wet beds. Mom always said to the Moms that a damp diaper is a lot better than a soaking wet bed to handle in the mornings.

Now my diaper experience was not all diaper heaven growing up but I can say I was never abused physically. My torments were from the years Mom and Family did their best to cure me of my diaper fetish. Those times did pass and Mom became very supportive of my fetish and would even accommodate my diapers. I still wish we could have one of our long before bed conversation while Mom would diaper me for bed. I am sure these were the times Mom sort of asked for forgiveness for the times when she tried to cure my fetish.

Having to wash all my diapers and hang them out on the clothes line on a saturday morning while other kids are playing ball was humilating

My punishments for my childhood bedwetting included being made to sleep in the same unchanged wet and smelly bed for several nights in a row. Having my face rubbed in the wetness every morning and having my still wet and stained sheets hung on the line for all to see with my heavily stained and still wet matteras airing on the lawn. None of these punishments had any effect in fact I think they helped make me a life long bedwetter.

First off I'm so sorry to hear all of you that was punished. It should of never happened. I am so uppset when I hear parent doing this. I was lucky to have a mother who help me through my wetting problems.