My wife has a rather practical method of "punishing" me when I'm a bad boy. This mostly just applies when I arrive home from work later than I originally planned to arrive or when I forget something.
You see, I'm a bit of a bondage fan (almost as much as I am a diaper fan). Here's an example of what my wife does whenever I've been naughty:
The other night, I got home about a half-hour late after having dinner with a group of my friends. When I got home, Sophie was waiting out in the family room with her arms folded. She appeared to be angry (she wasn't really, but she always does a good job of feigning it).
I asked her if everything was alright; she just gestured to the clock and told me "It's 8:00. You said you'd be home by 7:30. That's the fourth time this week you've been late."
"I'm sorry, sweetie," I tried to console her.
She just smirked, got up off the couch, and told me "You know the rules: fourth time you're late in one week, you get a punishment."
The way she said "punishment" somewhat aroused me; she herself was a bit aroused as well.
The two of us went upstairs. First, we checked up on our son, Geoffrey. He was asleep in his crib in just his diapers. I checked him for wetness and - after confirming he was dry - kissed him goodnight. Then Sophie and I went into our bedroom. Sophie told me to stand by the bed as she went into our closet. She returned with two Tena Slip Maxi diapers. She told me to get undressed; I was all too willing to comply. Once I was naked, she told me to lie down on the bed as she unfolded one of the diapers. When she was done, she slid it under my behind, brought the front padding up, and then taped both sides firmly shut. She ran her soft hands over the diaper to make certain it was on correctly. Then she went to the dresser and pulled out two objects: a pair of handcuffs and a clean white scarf.
She told me to put my hands up on the back part of the bed. I did as I was told, and she handcuffed my hands together so that the short chain was inside the gap between the top and the middle section of the backrest. As a result, my hands were stuck on the top of the backrest.
Sophie then took the scarf, put the front of it over my lips, and tied the ends at the back of my neck, effectively gagging me. She always liked to gag me to avoid me "protesting" the punishment.
After making sure that I was secured to the bed, Sophie proceeded to remove all of her clothes. She picked up the other diaper and diapered herself. After taking a moment to admire herself in the mirror, she went to get my laptop and placed it on the bed.
You see, as part of my punishment, whenever I'm tied up, Sophie forces me to watch a terrible movie on my laptop. And I'm talking terribly terrible. Like some of the worst movies EVER made. These are the types of movies that are so stupid that they could destroy the intelligence of the audience (and, ironically, imply the actual need for diapers).
Examples of such movies include Uwe Boll film rejects like "House of the Dead" and "Bloodrayne," and Don Bluth atrocities like "Rock-a-Doodle" and "A Troll in Central Park." All of them stupid, plot-less, pointless, and unbelievably dull.
Sophie, however, is always fair in that she watches the movies with me. Sometimes she wears her nightgown, sometimes she wears her lingerie, and other times - like that night - she wears a diaper, too.
On this night, we watched a movie that I am quite certain is the worst movie EVER made. You may or may not have heard of it; it's an animated rip-off of James Cameron's Titanic entitled "Titanic: The Legend Goes On." I almost got DUMBER watching it. I'll spare you the details and tell you just to avoid that movie at all costs. You see, it currently holds the #1 spot on the Internet Movie Database's 100 Worst Films of all time. It really EARNED that spot, believe me.
Oh, well; at least I got to spend some time with my wife. She untied me after the "movie" was over, and we quickly fell asleep in each others' arms.
I must say; my wife's punishments are perhaps the most interesting punishments I've ever had in my life.