101 Diaper Punishments: 101 Wet, Messy and Humiliating Ways to Regress and Dominate your Little (Diaper Domination Guides Book 1)

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Always it is written with the same detail wording, which I find very telling .... "white poofy dress". Always it is cloth diapers and "rubber pants". But it is so much that I finally had to question because I couldn't believe one person could be responsible for all those posts. Since she seems to be forgetful about her assignments and late in turning in several assignments, for the remainder of the summer, sissy billy is required to install a full time reminder that she is a sissy. Oh, that!" Pam giggled. "She started wetting the bed a few months ago. Mom has tried everything to help her stop, but really it only got worse. Mom thinks it has to do with Dad being gone." She rolled her eyes as she voiced the explanation. "You don't see ME wetting the bed over it."

Ok…" I said. This didn't sound too bad - I just had to make sure no one saw this calendar, although she was now putting it up in a prominent place over the headboard of my bed. Embarrassed is one thing, constant teasing is completely another," Mom said. "And you better watch your step, young lady, or you'll end up getting some 'sensitivity training' I guarantee you will NOT enjoy!" Given that threat, Pam got up and stalked out of the kitchen, threw herself down on the sofa in the Living Room, crossed her arms, and proceeded to sulk as only an 11 year old girl can. You’ll find wet diapers are warm, squishy, and swell in size. This actually (once you get over the unusual nature of it) can be an enjoyable feeling and one to get used to, as the majority of your time in diapers they will be some level of wet. I didn't stay dry the first night. I didn't really expect to, after the bottle Pam gave me and the fact that I didn't get a chance to use the bathroom before I got diapered. I got out of bed and felt the diaper sag just a bit from the weight. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, so I went to the kitchen to look for Mom. The “Institute” Mistress School Board has also reviewed sissy billy’s 1st Semester Records and while it’s review is not complete, it has been determined that since she is now on “Probation” the following shall be added to her school assignments. Her Progress is still being reviewed and it is anticipated that further disciplinary actions may be assigned.My parents, to this day, believe that nudity and humiliation were part of breaking my will of disobedience. To ask them, they'd do it all the same again. Well – yeah – that's not what I meant," she said, obviously a bit embarrassed. "Umm – well, what I meant was, what is it . . . what do they FEEL like?" We passed Pam and went down the stairs. Mom was waiting for us in the bedroom. I had been in there only once or twice – mostly they used it for storage. I was sort of wondering where there would be enough room to spread out the changing pad so that we could stretch out on it to be diapered. She wants people to know that just because she dresses and acts like a baby on occasion, the majority of her life is spent as a so-called “normal” adult. I have spent more time in this outfit than I care to think about: [Eight Legged Clean Freaks]( http://institute.cdpunishment.com/2011/04/geek_girl_eight_legged_clean_freaks), [In a Row]( http://institute.cdpunishment.com/2011/04/in_a_row_-_maggie_raes_results), the first [It’s a Maid, Maid, Maid World]( http://institute.cdpunishment.com/2011/08/geek_girl_its_a_maid_maid_maid_world)… This is not a pleasant outfit, especially when the super-stuffed diaper must be messy before any cleaning can actually take place. I am desperately hoping that this is the last time I have to endure this assignment—I’ll take anything else if it means not having to do this again.

Of course; all babies sleep in cribs," Mom said, patting my diapered bottom. She helped me up and lead me by the hand to the stairs, all three young girls giggling behind us. I smiled – even I wasn't sure if that was a real word or not. "If I promise not to tell, will you also not tell what you've seen here tonight?" I continue to come to terms with the difficulties of an earlier life. I am pleased to say, I have a very loving and understanding husband and I travel and enjoy life as freely as I can. I am healthy and I continue to learn how to treat myself with the kindness and care that I know I deserve. Yet, I know it is very easy to slip into old-habits that have been formed by a lifetime of silent coping. You can tell them Tina is being punished," Mom said. I noticed she didn't give permission to say I was also being punished, and thanked her silently for small favors. Are you talking about the consensual BD/SM activity, or the punishment of non-consenting children? If the former, well, I’m pretty bizarre myself, but there’s a ton of stuff out there that exceeds even my own creativity. The rule 34 meme (“if you can imagine it, there is porn of it”) only exists because there are people that actually do (or think about doing) those things. It’s a big world, and there are a lot of very creative and open-minded people out there.

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I wanted to put the diaper changing table in here," Mom said, "but it would be too small for either of you now, and might collapse under you. We'll just use your cribs." I was up at 6:00 AM yesterday, dressed and ready for my assignment, and 24 hours later I’m tired, I’m wet, I’m in desperate need of a shower, and I’m ready for this week’s assignment to be over. I’m just crossing my fingers that I can get off this easy for next week’s assignment as well. I can always hope, can’t I? The rest of the evening still didn't make my day much better, as Britney couldn't seem to stop staring at my diaper. At one point Pam started teasing her by saying she must have a crush on me. While I was in the corner I could hear them talking about me. Another thing I hadn't thought about happened after breakfast. I realized I had to go to the bathroom - but not just for wetting. I tried to tell my mother, but she again repeated the rules to me… when being diaper punished on a Saturday, I was not to use the "potty" at all, I was to use my diapers.

And she – I mean he – finished the whole bottle for me too," Pam said proudly, wanting to show off her "babysitting" skills, but almost giving away that she had been teasing me by making me be a girl baby. "Such a good baby," she cooed at me. How many spanks do you think you deserve?" she asked me. This was not uncommon - whenever I more my siblings were spanked at younger ages we were asked this. It was always a dilemma - you would want to ask for the smallest amount you could get away with, but if you asked for too few, you would get more for trying to get away with that. But Mom – they always come over during the day at least and if they do, they'll see the diapers in the Living Room anyway!" Pam whined. "Besides, it isn't fair to punish me just cause THEY wet the bed." She glared in our direction. Of course I had my doubts, but I wasn't about to argue, and besides, I had agreed to follow the rules. Reluctantly I trudged downstairs to the nursery. As soon as I walked in I sensed the set-up – Mom was standing beside my crib holding one of my diapers.As I departed the Ferry – I was whisked away by the Fantasy Island associate Mistresses to be prepared. Instead of a sleek Dress, this time I was being taken to a private room of High Roller Mistresses and I was to be dressed in the sleaziest Peignoir Lingerie, the largest bra and forms and a matching thong. High Heels, of course and Makeup. Why do you have that out now?" I asked. I was afraid I already knew the answer, even though up until a second ago it never crossed my mind that I would have to deal with being diapered again until much later in the evening. I was midway between the two feelings. Extreme embarrassment at being diapered in front of my two "little sisters", but the heaven of having someone else lovingly diaper me just as though I was a real baby. Baby powder was applied all over my diaper area, my legs were lifted, and a diaper slid under me. Then it was pulled up and snug, and fastened securely. She wouldn't let me help with any of it, but treated me just like a baby. When she was done I was sent to a chair – in just my diapers and t-shirt, and Tina was called to take my place. Britney shyly asked if she could help get me ready for bed. Mom gave consideration to this, and then replied that she would call Britney to come down and help after my diaper was changed. "Okay!" Britney chirped happily to this compromise. I was relieved she wasn't going to let Britney help change my diaper, but at the same time I wondered what else was left. Usually Mom just sent me to bed in the diaper and a t-shirt.