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Wife Learns How To Diaper Discipline Her Husband From His Mother

My wife, Jenny, has become close friends with my mother. This has resulted in Jenny sharing her concerns with my occasional bed wetting. It is actually just a little spotting when I don't wake up on time, not what I would call bedwetting. My mother was quick to tell her how she dealt with bed wetting when I was a child. To my total embarrassment, my mother recounted how she had made me wear diapers and plastic baby pants when I wet the bed. This happened frequently up until I was a teenager. Wetting my bed resulted in having to wear diapers until I could keep my diaper dry for a week. I had to earn the right to not wear a diaper. If I was bad, she added the humiliation of having to wear one of my younger sister's nylon nighties to bed. I learned quickly to obey and work hard to keep my bed dry. But, since I could not control my bed wetting I spent a lot of nights in a diaper and baby pants. My sister, Kim, loved it when mom made me wear her nighties. She would get me in trouble, then suggest to mom that I should be punished, volunteering to pick out a pretty, lacy night gown for me to wear. Once when I was especially dis-respectful, she told my sister to pick out a night gown and some white pantyhose tights. I spent that evening diapered, wearing rubber baby pants and dressed in a short feminine nightie and white panty hose. I was required to crawl on the floor like a baby until bed time. My wife loved the stories and begged to hear more. I was turning red with embarrassment while this was being discussed. Every once in a while, my mom would look at me and say "It’s all true, isn't it honey". All I could do is hang my head because it was. True. Jenny then looked at me and said "I think I should try this, what do you think Honey?" "If you are going to wet the bed, then you need to be in a diaper". My mom agreed and suggested Jenny have a similar rule, if I can keep my diaper dry for a month, then I could be allowed to wear my normal underwear as a reward. With no comment from me, they agreed that this was the right plan. That afternoon Jenny took me to a medical supply store and bought a dozen adult diapers and some plastic pants that looked just like the baby pants that my mother used to make me wear. I objected but Jenny said that she would no longer sleep with me unless I was diapered since she was tired of waking up in wet bed. Reluctantly, I agreed to her demand. That evening she had me lie on the floor and lift my bottom, so she could slide the diaper under me. Then she powdered me, I became fully erect during this process. As she pinned the diaper snugly around me, she commented on how I apparently was enjoying being diapered. She then held up the plastic pants and I asked me if I was looking forward to wearing my baby pants for the first time in many years. I started to cry, she smiled and put each leg into the baby pants and then pulled them up slowly, all the time telling me that only babies wet the bed and only babies wear diapers and baby pants......if I can't control myself then it was only right that I be dressed like a baby. She insisted that I agree with her, I nodded my head, and then she told me that I would sleep like a baby, knowing that my diaper would keep our bed dry.
The next morning when I woke up, Jenny could see that my diaper was soaking wet. "Boy, we got you in diapers just in time didn't we?" That evening I layed on the floor again and Jenny diapered me. When I went to put on my pajama bottoms, she told me to not put them on in case I needed to be changed. There I stood, in my pajama top with my baby pants and diaper fully visible. That is how I had to spend the evening. Mom stopped by and just loved seeing me diapered. Just before bed Jenny handed me a big glass of water and told me to drink it all up. This, of course, ensured that my diaper would be wet in the morning. It will be a tough to stay dry for a month under these circumstances. I knew I was going to be in diapers for a long time.
It wasn't long before I got pouty and disrespectful.......that was Jenny's chance. She pulled out a pink nightie and set it by my diapers. That goes on you after you are diapered tonight. You are going to look really cute. I started to cry and Jenny firmly told me that my disrespect had to be punished and my mom's approach was worth a try. I begged for another chance but she stayed firm and that night was my first dressed in her silky nightgown and diapers. My childhood days came rushing back. The next day I was submissive and respectful at all times. But I still ended up in a night gown that night….and many nights after that.
My birthday came around and Jenny had my Mother and Kim, over for dinner to celebrate. It was to be a night full of surprises for me. After dinner, as usual, Jenny diapered me, put on my plastic baby pants and my pajama top. We then had coffee and birthday cake. As we were finishing, Jenny announced, “Time for presents”. I am not much on birthdays so this little party was turning into be too much for me and couldn’t imagine what gifts they would have brought. Jenny handed me her present, it was large and soft. I ripped open the wrapping paper to find a package of Depends adult diapers. Jenny quickly explained that these would come in handy if we were traveling or needed daytime protection. I protested that I didn’t wear diapers during the day, but Jenny reminded me it was only a matter of time before I would have an accident and I would want to have a more discreet diaper. “Those plastic pants are so noisy, won’t you want something less noticeable?” I had to agree and thanked her for the thoughtful gift. Then mom handed me a nicely wrapped box. I unwrapped it and slowly opened the top. I was speechless as I peeled back the tissue paper to reveal a pair a pink plastic baby pants, with ruffles all over the bottom. I recognized them immediately, including the yellow stains on the elastic…..they were the baby pants she had made me wear as a teenager. I couldn’t believe she still had them, and I couldn’t believe she had given them to me. She asked “Do you remember these Bobbi?” I said “Yes – but I don’t want them” “Now is that anyway to act when you get such a nice gift” Jenny added. “Lie down and let’s see if they still fit” I began to tear up but obeyed and layed down on the rug. Jenny had me lift my bottom and slid my baby pants off and picked up the plastic rumba panties. Just then my mother said “allow me” and she took the pink panties and held them up for me to see. “Are you excited about putting these pretty baby panties on again, it must be 10 years since I put these on you.” “Lift up your bottom. I’m going to pull them up slowly so you can recall all the times I made you wear these when you were disobedient.” “Do you recall the last time?” She pulled them up slowly, the leg openings getting tighter and tighter as they came up to my diaper. She had to work to tuck the diaper in all around the panty waist since they were a bit small, finally, she got them pulled all the way up and gave me a pat on my frilly bottom. Jenny, Kim and Mom commented how cute I looked and had me go the mirror and take a good look. Tears rolled down my checks as I saw these pretty pink baby rumba panties covering my diapers. Jenny then said “OK, you haven’t opened Kim’s gift yet.” Now I was worried, what could she be giving me? It couldn’t be good. Kim brought over a pretty box and handed it to me. She had a grin on her face as she said “I hope you enjoy it.” I opened the box a crack and took a peek, shutting it quickly. “No, I said, I won’t wear it!” “Oh what a defiant little sissy husband you have here” Kim said. Jenny took control quickly, “Hands up” she commanded. I put my hands up and she peeled off my pajama top. Then she opened the box with Kim’s gift a took out a lacy, pink nightie. It was the nightie Kim used to dress me in when I was being punished as a teen. Jenny help it up and commented on how pretty is was and how she couldn’t wait to see me in it. She bunched it up and began to lower it over my head when Kim jumped in “Let me put it on him. I’ve been looking forward to this for a while.” Jenny hand her the nightie and Kim set it over my head. “Sooooo silky and feminine isn’t it Bobbi. Remember how you used to get hard when I dressed you in this? Are you getting hard now?” Jenny felt my diaper and confirmed that I was fully erect. “My little sissy can’t wait to be dressed in your own nightie can you?” Kim put each hand through the arms and lowered it down. “A perfect fit” declared Kim. She led me to the mirror and had me spin around to see how the pretty, pink baby doll nightie made me look like a big sissy baby girl. The baby doll was short and barely covered my plastic rumba panties when I stood still, they showed fully as I twirled. “What a pretty birthday baby girl” Mom exclaimed. I stood there, diapered, in baby rumba panties, and a pretty nightgown and crying like a baby. Kim said, “Oh don’t cry little baby sister, I have one more gift for you” She pulled a baby pacifier out of the gift box and approached me. She held my head and placed the nipple in my mouth. My crying stopped as I instinctively began to suck. Jenny smiled as she laid me down, patted my diaper and straightened my nightgown. “Beddie time for Bobbi.” This was a birthday I would never forget.
Sissy916 Sissy916 41-45, M 29 Responses Apr 24, 2011

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Me too. I was diapered all my life, my mom worked so she put my sister in charge of diapering me and dressing me for school. As years passed my sister started putting dresses on me so it was easier to change my diapers.
Eventually my sister had me wearing all girls clothes over my diapers. Sis told all her girl friends that I was a sissy baby and as I got older everyone knew I wore girls clothes and diapers.
So now I'm a big sissy adult baby today.

I can relate. I am a husband that was forced back into diapers. Here is my story of how my wife forced me back into diapers, but first a little history. I was a late potty trainer. I was not out of day diapers until almost 4 and not totaly day time accident free until about age 7. This wouldnt have been so bad, but older sisters teasing and a little sister that was two years my younger was dry during the day long before me. Now night time I was worse. I wet the bed or diapers nightly until age six at night. It was alarms, doctor visits, and eventually mom gave up thinking I was just lazy. I was returned to diapers at night when I was almost four much to my younger sisters delight. My little sister had kept her diaper dry for six days at night and was going to get her underwear the next night if she could do it one more night. That night I picked on her saying she couldnt. The next morning she woke up in a dry diaper again. She was so happy telling mom at breakfast. I had to tell mom then I had wet the bed again like most nights. My little sister then added I should use her diapers since I still wet. Mom said she might. That night at bed time mom had a diaper laid out and called for every one to get ready for bed. My little sister cried and said she got unders and I should be in the diapers instead. Mom just said I know, Im sorry and sent her to get me. When I came mom told me to take off my jammie bottoms and diapered me instead. My little sister jumped with joy saying I was the baby of the family. My little sisters diapers now became my diapers again because she no longer needed them. Mom said she would have done it sooner, but she wanted me to be a little man, but instead I was acting like a baby. Mom didnt want more than one baby in diapers at a time and since my sister was out of them I could now use them. If I could keep them dry for seven days I could be out. I cannot believe mom wanted me out of them because she would diaper me right after supper while the girls did dishes and not remove them until after breakfast so it was pretty hard keeping them dry. If I had to go I would have to ask some one and wait until they were removed. Most times I was told to just wet myself cause they were to busy and mom would just change me at bed time. Eventually I stopped asking. I was diapered from then on at night until about age 6. After some more doctor visits and some proceedure to help me stop wetting it was back to underwear at night. Yah! I only had to wear diapers now when we stayed elsewhere or on longer car trips. Of coarse my little sister didnt have to wear diapers at all which she always pointed out. Not sure what the proceedure was, but it helped at night. I wet less at night. The problem was it made it harder to hold during the day causing more day accidents. Mostly minor dribbles, but I had to go right away when the urge came or it was a full soaking if I tried to wait. One weekend that stands out was when I was almost 7, I wet my pants many times that day and mom was getting upset. She had let a couple wet pants slide because we had only one bathroom, but the last time she was angry and I got the full talk. It usually went no were and I would make sure to use the bathroom extra after that to be safe. Well instead I was playing outside and had to pee again and waited too long and could not hold it. I ran for the house, but was to late. I hid outside hoping it would dry and mom wouldnt know. No luck. Mom called me. Here my little sister had already gone in and told on me. I came and Mom was pissed she grabbed my arm drug me in saying" So you want to wet yourself like a baby cause your to lazy to use the potty! I am tired of washing your clothes, and you sir, are out of dry pants and underwear!" Dragging me along she grabbed two diapers from her bedroom. These were cloth flat fold ones back then and she had them three layers thick each. She continued yelling," You are way to old to wet your pants. Even your little sister knows how to go potty!" Then she grabbed the baby powder and pins off her dresser and drug me into the living room where she always had changed diapers. Next she spanked me, pulled my wet pants and under wear off, then folded the two diapers together as one thick one and proceeded to diaper me with everyone watching. My little sister watched looking so smug. Then mom finished by saying," There now you no longer need to hurry to the bathroom. You wanted to wet like a baby and now you can! If I have to do laundry anyway it may as well be diapers! NOW go play!" I headed for my room to get shorts since I was out of clean pants crying. Mom stopped me saying no. That if I didnt want to walk around being seen in diapers I should have used the potty. I asked what if I have to go potty? She said,"Why worry now? You didnt care before! Thats why baby has his diapers on!" With that I was sent to play. Grandma came over and I thought she would give me some love, but all she would say was I was way to big to need diapers. She kept me in diapers until the next morning. I got underwear back shortly after breakfast. From then on my sisters all called me their baby brother. After this if I wet at all mom just had to do was threaten me with a diaper and I would be an angel. She never did diaper me after that day again that I remember, other than car trips and stayovers. Eventually I was dry during the day completly with only one or two accidents a year at night by the time I was 12. I would still be diapered for car trips over 2 hours and 24/7 when when we stayed over at relatives houses just in case. Even though I had not had an accident since I was 13. My little sister would always make sure mom remembered to diaper me though. This was my normal to me and not much was said other than my sisters called me their baby and took delight anytime I was in diapers. By 18 I had come to accept I would never be totally dry and moved out. Mom diapered me on trips till the day I moved out including that day. Mom and were helping me move and I moved 4 hours away. My baby sister reminded mom and she diapered me for the whole day! I never wore diaper after that till I was almost 19 and swore I never would again. At ninteen I had IBS probmlems that caused an instant diarria problem when it attacked . At its worst I wore a disposable diaper when I had to be to far from a toilet or driving when it bothered me. I found this usefull and started to wear one at night for my now rare bedwetting if I had a stressed day or was super tired. Those would be when I wet usually and only about twice a year that I acctually wet. Luckly the IBS thing went away after about a year and a half. Still unexplained by the doctors. Any way I kept wearing a diaper part time for my bedwetting. Only on a very rare occasssion it was actually wet. That package of diapers lasted till I met my wife. Then I threw it out so she would not know. All was well. I had not wet in almost a year anyway and I only was in diapers if I slept at moms house. (her rule) We moved in together and I had still had not told her about my past or my rare accident. After a couple months of living together, I came home from work totally stressed out and that night I did not sleep for fear of wetting. Thus I was now super tired and more stressed and really did not want to sleep because now I was sure to wet the bed with her next to me. I could not take it any more and got disposable diapers after work.That evening I told her about my past and how I never wanted to be diapered again , but how I would wear one on occassion. She was ok with it. Wow really? So I proceeded to tell her my whole history and how i was picked on by my little sister and how mom punished me with a diaper and diaered me at times till the day I moved out. She was still ok with it and felt sorry for me. I wore a diaper that night and did wet it and then wore diapers off and on(more off) but never wet them after that. I had to get up and pee every night so they were a bit of a hassle taking off and on to go so I did not wear them often. Well months later we married and by now I was almost never wore my diapers at night. Then one night after going to dinner and a late movie I wet the bed. ALOT. Not only that I was laying against her and peed directly on her. She was angry and wanted me to see a doctor about this problem. This was not the first time she suggested it. I refused and said they didnt find it when I was a kid and wont now. She wanted me diapered every night starting right then and there, but I refussed promising it would not happen again. She gave in, but it did happen again about 5 months later. I peed on her again same as before. Again she asked me to see a doctor and wear a diaper every night. I refussed using the same reason as before and making the same promise. She gave in again, but to my dismay month later I wet again! At least I did not pee directly on her this time, but she was wet and ferrious. She said I would be diapered every night from then on. She changed the sheets and I cleaned up. When I came back to bed she insisted I diaper upI did not win this time and I did. The next day nothing was said until betime when she was changing the baby for bed. This is when she brought a diaper out for the baby and me. She said it was time to get my diapers on. I ignored it, but when I came to bed she had a diaper laid out on the bed. She said she was going to diaper me or she would not sleep with me ever again. I argued it was not needed and I do not wet every night. Only once or twice a year I wet the bed ,besides I get up to pee every night so it was a hassel to take the diaper off and put it back on. Thats when she yelled,"Dont take it off. Pee in it then. It is a diaper. I dont care. Thats what a diaper is for! You do not know which night it is that you are going to wet! So I will diaper you every night from now on! You also are not muture enough to go to the doctor to have it looked at or fixed, thus you are not muture enough to say you do not need diapers! Either you let me diaper you or I wont sleep with you! I do not let the baby lay on me without a diaper because he wets and niether will you again!" With that I found myself being diapered. I thought she would give it up in a few days, but after two months of being diapered right before bed. I found myself being told she was going change me into my diaper when she diapered the baby for bed. So each night I had to lay down next to the baby around 8 pm and get into my diapers. Then it finnaly happened.I accually wet my diaper at night. Probably cause I did not pee before I went to be cause I had the dam diaper on two hours before that. Not only was it wet it was soaked. It had leaked in the bed and she got wet once again. They were cheaper diapers she had bought. She did not say anything until the next night. She came out with two disposable diapers. She made holes in one and she put both on me. I argued and protested. There was no way I was wearing two diapers every night. She said if I did not she would tell my family, expecially my "little sister". So I wore two diapers from then on so mom, dad, and my sisters would not know she diapers me again. This was really a hassle to remove to pee before bed or at night so I conceeded to wet the diapers as needed at night if I couldnt make it till morning. This lead to a wet diaper almost every morning and usually wetter than if I had used the bathroom before bed and sometimes leaked. She did not like the leaks and my wet diaper was removed early every morning right after she changed or son. She would not let me do that either. Then when my son was turning towo she started to potty train him and with his extra laundry she was getting tired of my leaky diapers and decided to add a baby diaper for a stuffer to help. It was one of our sons baby diapers that he no longer needed. So now I was in two diapers and a baby diaper. Great I got to use his leftover diapers up just like I got my sisters diapers. I was the baby all over again. At least by now she had me change after he went to bed so he would not know I wore diapers. This was my diaper until my daughter came along. We could not afford diapers for me and the baby my wife said. So I suggested we use cloth diapers on the baby. She did and she like how she could layer them to meet her need, but she hated taking cloth diapers with her when she was out. Disposables were easier so she gave me the cloth diapers and this was my new stuffer instead of the baby dispoable diaper. This worked so good and she wanted to save more money so she looked on line for adult sized cloth diapers, but they were too much. Yah! I hated the idea, but she bought some material at the fabric store and made a few of her own instead. This only left her with the problem of finding plastic pants and there was no way I was helping with that. I did know where mom used to get them and luckily she was not asking her. She did find a solution though. I was put in a cloth diaper and she put a disposable over the cloth diapers to make it water proof. This saved on the cost of diapers enough she could use disposables on the baby now all the time. The babys diaper pins became mine and the babys cloth diapers were my diaper stuffers. I could not put the cloth diapers on myself very good, so my wife insisted I never touch them to use the toilet again because she didnt want the hassel of adjusting my diapers. This was not a big deal as I prettymuch gave in to using them 90% of the time I had them on anyway. With two of us to diaper againnd since she wouldnt let me touch my diapers ever anymore I found my self being diapered right before after the baby again at night. Th Plus she now diapered me in the living room again right next to our daughter. I was very displeased with this arrangment as now my son was old enough to know daddy should not be in a diaper and started asking why daddy wears a diaper as I had to lay on the floor next to the baby and get diapered and dressed for bed. My wife just said I had a problem and wet the bed if not diapered then praised him for not needing diapers. This then led to a night our friend (an old friend of hers) was there and my wife was getting the kids ready for bed thankfully without me. Up till now the diapers were just a family thing and she never shared it with anyone. Thats when my son announced to my wife being honest as kids are and not shy saying," You forgot daddys diaper!" She said thats fine, just tring to pass it off as something goofy kids say, but he looked puzzled and said',"But he will wet the bed mommy! You said so!" Our friend burst out laughing and asked if he was serious and my wife just said yah. She was very honest did little to gaurd my dignity. Then to my disbielef she told me to go in our bedroom for my diaper change. I argued until she said it either there or right here like we usually do in front of her. I was just so embarrassed as our friend was laughing said she couldnt believe it. Next thing I was diapered and dressed for bed same as the baby and made to come out again to visit. Upon entering the living room our friend just gasped and said you really do diaper him! She asked why mine were thicker than the babys and my wife then told her I wa in cloth ones to save money. With that the night went to discussing my diapers and why just as if you talk about a child. It was a long night that night before she left. After that night for some unknown reason my wife started to diaper me around 7pm. She said thats when she finished her chores for the day and did not want the hassel of doing it later so if there was no reason not to diaper me that day she would do it after her chores. I could except that except the baby still got diapered at bed time. Being diapered earlier lead to a new problem. I wanted to pee before being diapered, but she insisted the minute she decide to diaper me I was to lay down for my diaper. I do not know why, but I just gave in on this one without a fight. She would tell me dont worry just use the diaper, thats what a diaper is for. So now if I wet it to much before bed it would sometimes leak before morning. Much to my horror she told her freind this. The next day she told my wife she looked on line and she found plasic pants for cloth diapers in my size. This was the end of me having any say in my diapers at all. Oh not only did she order some, but they had fun with it and bought some of the pants with baby prints for fun. They are so"cute" they said. Well now she quit getting the disposable diapers altogether that she was using over the top of the cloth diapers to water proof my diapers. She quikly found out the cloth diapers and pants leaked without the disposable over it, and due to my early diapering time. This is when she informed me that every time a diaper leaked she would add a layer to the next diaper until it quit. That was the the thing she liked about cloth diapers on the baby. It worked for the baby so it would work on me. Cloth diapers were exspensive, even when she made her own, but she found an alternative. She buys old bath towels at the thrift store and goodwill. All I can say is my diapers are always very thick and never had a leak since. My diapers since have been two bathowels and two cloth baby prefold diapers folded in front and middle depending on how early she diapers me. Then it is three bath towels with the baby diapers.Well the internet is not my friend. She found others on line that used diapers for behavior control. I am now diapered every night by 7:00pm regardless of where we are usually and sometimes earlier. Only exception is when quests that do not know of my diapers come by. I am still never allowed to remove them for any reason. They are not removed until after breakfast now. This is when she will do it. I removed them early only once. That night she invited my younger sister over(that still calls me her baby brother) and our freind that already knows that I talked about. Then that evening , out of the blue, (it was only 5) she told our daughter who was a toddler at this point, it was time for her diaper change and daddys change also. I was not paying attention until she came running out with one disposable for her self and my cloth diapers and pants. I wanted to die. My sister just laughed and said I see you still wet the bed. To which my wife said," not anymore. I diaper him." Then my wife got the whole story of how she was trained before me and how mom diapered me for trips and stay overs including the day I moved out. She even informed her of moms rule that I wear a diaper if I stay at her house to this day. My wife was quite pleased to here all this. Then she took me to the bedroom(thank goodness) and diapered me. Afterwords she made me go back and visit with my sister and her friend. I wanted to die. This is how my wife found out a little diaper humiliation got me to behave. So since then it moved forward, but slow. First she gave me a bed time. I now am diapered after supper and put to bed by 8:30. I have become the baby of the house. I am the one saying goodnight to everyone not my kids. I do not know when they go to bed, but it is after me. Then I can not for any reason get out of bed until told it is ok by her or the kids. I have no say in what diapers I wear. This was made bruttally clear later. Next came diaper punishment for whatever whim she has. If I offend her or the kids or a friend she will diaper me on the spot. The first time she did we were at my little sisters house and we started to disagree about some things and she went right for you are such a baby. I can see why your wife diapers you and I went off on her calling her a sassy little ******! Sis said you are such a baby you should be diapered now! That was all it took. my wife slapped me and said you never call anyone that and to let it go. I proceeded to go off on my wife. That was when she said I needed a lesson. She took me home grummbling all the way(we live just a few miles away) and upon walking in she grabbed my arm and said enough is enough! My wife goes," You stopped my fun visiting. Even after we left you wined like a baby all the way home! I think sis is right. Baby needs his nap". Then she smacked my face I so hard I thought I would spin. I barked Im not tired and cried! Well you just ate a snack so much baby cant be hungry. That only leaves babys diaper needs a change. I said I am not wearing a diaper! After a little dispute I found myself in a very thick diaper and was told I would be in diapers the rest of the weekend. Then she got me dressed and took me back to my sisters. Much to my horror my whole family was now there for dinner. My wife left me in the car , but shortly mom came out to see why I did not come in. All she said was oh my your wife said you were wetting again but she didnt say you were in diapers again. Then asked why so thick? I explained we used cloth diapers to save money. She just said I dont believe you ever got out of them at all. she is doing it for your good. This has led to every time we visit family now I am diapered cause they think I am totaly incontinent and wear diapers 24/7. This diaper punishment has extended to work. So now if she is real mad I get sent to work in disposable diapers. As my kids turned into teens they became my boss. If I upset them I am diaper punished, If I do not do as they say, I am diaper punished, and sometimes they just go to my wife saying Im bothering them just so she will diaper punish me for their fun. I do not like my daughters boy friend and told her so. Now she has mom diaper me when he is coming over. Diaper punishment lead to me having a babysitter so she can keep me diapered 24/7 and not disrupt her life during my punishments or if she "wants baby free time" as she puts it. My wife has my little sister or her friend baby sit me. It is bad was enough to have her friend change my diapers, but having my sister change me took getting used to. Since my sister became my sitter she seems to have a "power" over me and will diaper me any time place she sees me. We ran into her in the grocery store once, she talked with my wife shortly, went to the car., got my diaper bag, and next Im on my back in the rest room being diapered just because my sister wanted to. I ended up diapered for a week because I argued with my wife about this. For that week my wife sent me to work in disposable diapers, which I had to wear and not use, and had my sister pick me up from work. Then my sister would stop at the gas station next to my job and removed my disposable work diaper, check to see if it was wet, and rediapered me in a extra extra thick diaper every day. I complained about the diaper thickness to my wife the first day cause I couldnt walk well. So th next day when my sister diapered me she put two of the extra thick diapers on and had strech my biggest plastic pants to get them over and put me in a pair of sweet pants. Then she picked up my wife and she took us out to eat. It has been the last time I said anything about any diaper I had to wear or tried to stop my sister from diapering me. Sometimes on the weekend my sister will just drop in to put me in a diaper and leave. I had to spend the day diapered then. This led to my wifes recent choice of adding weekend day time diapers. So from the time I come home friday until monday morning before work I am in diapers. This has lead to all my freinds seeing me in diapers now. Most of them do not talk to me now and those that still do have to put up with my wife or sitter coming along so I have some one to change my diapers. This was not much of a change as I was spending much of the week in diapers before and most of the weekend due to my daughters boyfriend coming by and my sisters random visits. The difference is I used to get disposable diapers when we went out unless I had a big punishment or my sister was around. Now she uses cloth diapers for every thing but diaper punishment at work. This week she added diapers for long road trips. She also added that if someone comes to our house in diapers, I will also be diapered while they are there. So I am almost always diapered now other than work. Now I sit here thinking how did a couple wet beds turn into almost always in diapers. I am incontinent at night now after years of bed time diapers so they are a must. She very rarly has sex with me anymore saying babies do not need it. Not sure how she is getting pleased. My mother thinks I am diapered all the time and my wife made a point of visiting her a few months ago just she could spend a couple days with her diapered son. She says she wishes she just kept me in diapers as a kid it would have been easier. Strangly now I hide the fact I get diaper free time from her, when I used to hide my diapered time from her. I believe my wife wants me diapered all the time and I am very unsure of how to fight it off. She seems to get what she wants no matter what I say and now she has everyones support. This is how I was forced into diapers again!

I can relate. I am a husband that was forced back into diapers. Here is my story of how my wife forced me back into diapers, but first a little history. I was a late potty trainer. I was not out of day diapers until almost 4 and not totaly day time accident free until about age 7. This wouldnt have been so bad, but older sisters teasing and a little sister that was two years my younger was dry during the day long before me. Now night time I was worse. I wet the bed or diapers nightly until age six at night. It was alarms, doctor visits, and eventually mom gave up thinking I was just lazy. I was returned to diapers at night when I was almost four much to my younger sisters delight. My little sister had kept her diaper dry for six days at night and was going to get her underwear the next night if she could do it one more night. That night I picked on her saying she couldnt. The next morning she woke up in a dry diaper again. She was so happy telling mom at breakfast. I had to tell mom then I had wet the bed again like most nights. My little sister then added I should use her diapers since I still wet. Mom said she might. That night at bed time mom had a diaper laid out and called for every one to get ready for bed. My little sister cried and said she got unders and I should be in the diapers instead. Mom just said I know, Im sorry and sent her to get me. When I came mom told me to take off my jammie bottoms and diapered me instead. My little sister jumped with joy saying I was the baby of the family. My little sisters diapers now became my diapers again because she no longer needed them. Mom said she would have done it sooner, but she wanted me to be a little man, but instead I was acting like a baby. Mom didnt want more than one baby in diapers at a time and since my sister was out of them I could now use them. If I could keep them dry for seven days I could be out. I cannot believe mom wanted me out of them because she would diaper me right after supper while the girls did dishes and not remove them until after breakfast so it was pretty hard keeping them dry. If I had to go I would have to ask some one and wait until they were removed. Most times I was told to just wet myself cause they were to busy and mom would just change me at bed time. Eventually I stopped asking. I was diapered from then on at night until about age 6. After some more doctor visits and some proceedure to help me stop wetting it was back to underwear at night. Yah! I only had to wear diapers now when we stayed elsewhere or on longer car trips. Of coarse my little sister didnt have to wear diapers at all which she always pointed out. Not sure what the proceedure was, but it helped at night. I wet less at night. The problem was it made it harder to hold during the day causing more day accidents. Mostly minor dribbles, but I had to go right away when the urge came or it was a full soaking if I tried to wait. One weekend that stands out was when I was almost 7, I wet my pants many times that day and mom was getting upset. She had let a couple wet pants slide because we had only one bathroom, but the last time she was angry and I got the full talk. It usually went no were and I would make sure to use the bathroom extra after that to be safe. Well instead I was playing outside and had to pee again and waited too long and could not hold it. I ran for the house, but was to late. I hid outside hoping it would dry and mom wouldnt know. No luck. Mom called me. Here my little sister had already gone in and told on me. I came and Mom was pissed she grabbed my arm drug me in saying" So you want to wet yourself like a baby cause your to lazy to use the potty! I am tired of washing your clothes, and you sir, are out of dry pants and underwear!" Dragging me along she grabbed two diapers from her bedroom. These were cloth flat fold ones back then and she had them three layers thick each. She continued yelling," You are way to old to wet your pants. Even your little sister knows how to go potty!" Then she grabbed the baby powder and pins off her dresser and drug me into the living room where she always had changed diapers. Next she spanked me, pulled my wet pants and under wear off, then folded the two diapers together as one thick one and proceeded to diaper me with everyone watching. My little sister watched looking so smug. Then mom finished by saying," There now you no longer need to hurry to the bathroom. You wanted to wet like a baby and now you can! If I have to do laundry anyway it may as well be diapers! NOW go play!" I headed for my room to get shorts since I was out of clean pants crying. Mom stopped me saying no. That if I didnt want to walk around being seen in diapers I should have used the potty. I asked what if I have to go potty? She said,"Why worry now? You didnt care before! Thats why baby has his diapers on!" With that I was sent to play. Grandma came over and I thought she would give me some love, but all she would say was I was way to big to need diapers. She kept me in diapers until the next morning. I got underwear back shortly after breakfast. From then on my sisters all called me their baby brother. After this if I wet at all mom just had to do was threaten me with a diaper and I would be an angel. She never did diaper me after that day again that I remember, other than car trips and stayovers. Eventually I was dry during the day completly with only one or two accidents a year at night by the time I was 12. I would still be diapered for car trips over 2 hours and 24/7 when when we stayed over at relatives houses just in case. Even though I had not had an accident since I was 13. My little sister would always make sure mom remembered to diaper me though. This was my normal to me and not much was said other than my sisters called me their baby and took delight anytime I was in diapers. By 18 I had come to accept I would never be totally dry and moved out. Mom diapered me on trips till the day I moved out including that day. Mom and were helping me move and I moved 4 hours away. My baby sister reminded mom and she diapered me for the whole day! I never wore diaper after that till I was almost 19 and swore I never would again. At ninteen I had IBS probmlems that caused an instant diarria problem when it attacked . At its worst I wore a disposable diaper when I had to be to far from a toilet or driving when it bothered me. I found this usefull and started to wear one at night for my now rare bedwetting if I had a stressed day or was super tired. Those would be when I wet usually and only about twice a year that I acctually wet. Luckly the IBS thing went away after about a year and a half. Still unexplained by the doctors. Any way I kept wearing a diaper part time for my bedwetting. Only on a very rare occasssion it was actually wet. That package of diapers lasted till I met my wife. Then I threw it out so she would not know. All was well. I had not wet in almost a year anyway and I only was in diapers if I slept at moms house. (her rule) We moved in together and I had still had not told her about my past or my rare accident. After a couple months of living together, I came home from work totally stressed out and that night I did not sleep for fear of wetting. Thus I was now super tired and more stressed and really did not want to sleep because now I was sure to wet the bed with her next to me. I could not take it any more and got disposable diapers after work.That evening I told her about my past and how I never wanted to be diapered again , but how I would wear one on occassion. She was ok with it. Wow really? So I proceeded to tell her my whole history and how i was picked on by my little sister and how mom punished me with a diaper and diaered me at times till the day I moved out. She was still ok with it and felt sorry for me. I wore a diaper that night and did wet it and then wore diapers off and on(more off) but never wet them after that. I had to get up and pee every night so they were a bit of a hassle taking off and on to go so I did not wear them often. Well months later we married and by now I was almost never wore my diapers at night. Then one night after going to dinner and a late movie I wet the bed. ALOT. Not only that I was laying against her and peed directly on her. She was angry and wanted me to see a doctor about this problem. This was not the first time she suggested it. I refused and said they didnt find it when I was a kid and wont now. She wanted me diapered every night starting right then and there, but I refussed promising it would not happen again. She gave in, but it did happen again about 5 months later. I peed on her again same as before. Again she asked me to see a doctor and wear a diaper every night. I refussed using the same reason as before and making the same promise. She gave in again, but to my dismay month later I wet again! At least I did not pee directly on her this time, but she was wet and ferrious. She said I would be diapered every night from then on. She changed the sheets and I cleaned up. When I came back to bed she insisted I diaper upI did not win this time and I did. The next day nothing was said until betime when she was changing the baby for bed. This is when she brought a diaper out for the baby and me. She said it was time to get my diapers on. I ignored it, but when I came to bed she had a diaper laid out on the bed. She said she was going to diaper me or she would not sleep with me ever again. I argued it was not needed and I do not wet every night. Only once or twice a year I wet the bed ,besides I get up to pee every night so it was a hassel to take the diaper off and put it back on. Thats when she yelled,"Dont take it off. Pee in it then. It is a diaper. I dont care. Thats what a diaper is for! You do not know which night it is that you are going to wet! So I will diaper you every night from now on! You also are not muture enough to go to the doctor to have it looked at or fixed, thus you are not muture enough to say you do not need diapers! Either you let me diaper you or I wont sleep with you! I do not let the baby lay on me without a diaper because he wets and niether will you again!" With that I found myself being diapered. I thought she would give it up in a few days, but after two months of being diapered right before bed. I found myself being told she was going change me into my diaper when she diapered the baby for bed. So each night I had to lay down next to the baby around 8 pm and get into my diapers. Then it finnaly happened.I accually wet my diaper at night. Probably cause I did not pee before I went to be cause I had the dam diaper on two hours before that. Not only was it wet it was soaked. It had leaked in the bed and she got wet once again. They were cheaper diapers she had bought. She did not say anything until the next night. She came out with two disposable diapers. She made holes in one and she put both on me. I argued and protested. There was no way I was wearing two diapers every night. She said if I did not she would tell my family, expecially my "little sister". So I wore two diapers from then on so mom, dad, and my sisters would not know she diapers me again. This was really a hassle to remove to pee before bed or at night so I conceeded to wet the diapers as needed at night if I couldnt make it till morning. This lead to a wet diaper almost every morning and usually wetter than if I had used the bathroom before bed and sometimes leaked. She did not like the leaks and my wet diaper was removed early every morning right after she changed or son. She would not let me do that either. Then when my son was turning towo she started to potty train him and with his extra laundry she was getting tired of my leaky diapers and decided to add a baby diaper for a stuffer to help. It was one of our sons baby diapers that he no longer needed. So now I was in two diapers and a baby diaper. Great I got to use his leftover diapers up just like I got my sisters diapers. I was the baby all over again. At least by now she had me change after he went to bed so he would not know I wore diapers. This was my diaper until my daughter came along. We could not afford diapers for me and the baby my wife said. So I suggested we use cloth diapers on the baby. She did and she like how she could layer them to meet her need, but she hated taking cloth diapers with her when she was out. Disposables were easier so she gave me the cloth diapers and this was my new stuffer instead of the baby dispoable diaper. This worked so good and she wanted to save more money so she looked on line for adult sized cloth diapers, but they were too much. Yah! I hated the idea, but she bought some material at the fabric store and made a few of her own instead. This only left her with the problem of finding plastic pants and there was no way I was helping with that. I did know where mom used to get them and luckily she was not asking her. She did find a solution though. I was put in a cloth diaper and she put a disposable over the cloth diapers to make it water proof. This saved on the cost of diapers enough she could use disposables on the baby now all the time. The babys diaper pins became mine and the babys cloth diapers were my diaper stuffers. I could not put the cloth diapers on myself very good, so my wife insisted I never touch them to use the toilet again because she didnt want the hassel of adjusting my diapers. This was not a big deal as I prettymuch gave in to using them 90% of the time I had them on anyway. With two of us to diaper againnd since she wouldnt let me touch my diapers ever anymore I found my self being diapered right before after the baby again at night. Th Plus she now diapered me in the living room again right next to our daughter. I was very displeased with this arrangment as now my son was old enough to know daddy should not be in a diaper and started asking why daddy wears a diaper as I had to lay on the floor next to the baby and get diapered and dressed for bed. My wife just said I had a problem and wet the bed if not diapered then praised him for not needing diapers. This then led to a night our friend (an old friend of hers) was there and my wife was getting the kids ready for bed thankfully without me. Up till now the diapers were just a family thing and she never shared it with anyone. Thats when my son announced to my wife being honest as kids are and not shy saying," You forgot daddys diaper!" She said thats fine, just tring to pass it off as something goofy kids say, but he looked puzzled and said',"But he will wet the bed mommy! You said so!" Our friend burst out laughing and asked if he was serious and my wife just said yah. She was very honest did little to gaurd my dignity. Then to my disbielef she told me to go in our bedroom for my diaper change. I argued until she said it either there or right here like we usually do in front of her. I was just so embarrassed as our friend was laughing said she couldnt believe it. Next thing I was diapered and dressed for bed same as the baby and made to come out again to visit. Upon entering the living room our friend just gasped and said you really do diaper him! She asked why mine were thicker than the babys and my wife then told her I wa in cloth ones to save money. With that the night went to discussing my diapers and why just as if you talk about a child. It was a long night that night before she left. After that night for some unknown reason my wife started to diaper me around 7pm. She said thats when she finished her chores for the day and did not want the hassel of doing it later so if there was no reason not to diaper me that day she would do it after her chores. I could except that except the baby still got diapered at bed time. Being diapered earlier lead to a new problem. I wanted to pee before being diapered, but she insisted the minute she decide to diaper me I was to lay down for my diaper. I do not know why, but I just gave in on this one without a fight. She would tell me dont worry just use the diaper, thats what a diaper is for. So now if I wet it to much before bed it would sometimes leak before morning. Much to my horror she told her freind this. The next day she told my wife she looked on line and she found plasic pants for cloth diapers in my size. This was the end of me having any say in my diapers at all. Oh not only did she order some, but they had fun with it and bought some of the pants with baby prints for fun. They are so"cute" they said. Well now she quit getting the disposable diapers altogether that she was using over the top of the cloth diapers to water proof my diapers. She quikly found out the cloth diapers and pants leaked without the disposable over it, and due to my early diapering time. This is when she informed me that every time a diaper leaked she would add a layer to the next diaper until it quit. That was the the thing she liked about cloth diapers on the baby. It worked for the baby so it would work on me. Cloth diapers were exspensive, even when she made her own, but she found an alternative. She buys old bath towels at the thrift store and goodwill. All I can say is my diapers are always very thick and never had a leak since. My diapers since have been two bathowels and two cloth baby prefold diapers folded in front and middle depending on how early she diapers me. Then it is three bath towels with the baby diapers.Well the internet is not my friend. She found others on line that used diapers for behavior control. I am now diapered every night by 7:00pm regardless of where we are usually and sometimes earlier. Only exception is when quests that do not know of my diapers come by. I am still never allowed to remove them for any reason. They are not removed until after breakfast now. This is when she will do it. I removed them early only once. That night she invited my younger sister over(that still calls me her baby brother) and our freind that already knows that I talked about. Then that evening , out of the blue, (it was only 5) she told our daughter who was a toddler at this point, it was time for her diaper change and daddys change also. I was not paying attention until she came running out with one disposable for her self and my cloth diapers and pants. I wanted to die. My sister just laughed and said I see you still wet the bed. To which my wife said," not anymore. I diaper him." Then my wife got the whole story of how she was trained before me and how mom diapered me for trips and stay overs including the day I moved out. She even informed her of moms rule that I wear a diaper if I stay at her house to this day. My wife was quite pleased to here all this. Then she took me to the bedroom(thank goodness) and diapered me. Afterwords she made me go back and visit with my sister and her friend. I wanted to die. This is how my wife found out a little diaper humiliation got me to behave. So since then it moved forward, but slow. First she gave me a bed time. I now am diapered after supper and put to bed by 8:30. I have become the baby of the house. I am the one saying goodnight to everyone not my kids. I do not know when they go to bed, but it is after me. Then I can not for any reason get out of bed until told it is ok by her or the kids. I have no say in what diapers I wear. This was made bruttally clear later. Next came diaper punishment for whatever whim she has. If I offend her or the kids or a friend she will diaper me on the spot. The first time she did we were at my little sisters house and we started to disagree about some things and she went right for you are such a baby. I can see why your wife diapers you and I went off on her calling her a sassy little ******! Sis said you are such a baby you should be diapered now! That was all it took. my wife slapped me and said you never call anyone that and to let it go. I proceeded to go off on my wife. That was when she said I needed a lesson. She took me home grummbling all the way(we live just a few miles away) and upon walking in she grabbed my arm and said enough is enough! My wife goes," You stopped my fun visiting. Even after we left you wined like a baby all the way home! I think sis is right. Baby needs his nap". Then she smacked my face I so hard I thought I would spin. I barked Im not tired and cried! Well you just ate a snack so much baby cant be hungry. That only leaves babys diaper needs a change. I said I am not wearing a diaper! After a little dispute I found myself in a very thick diaper and was told I would be in diapers the rest of the weekend. Then she got me dressed and took me back to my sisters. Much to my horror my whole family was now there for dinner. My wife left me in the car , but shortly mom came out to see why I did not come in. All she said was oh my your wife said you were wetting again but she didnt say you were in diapers again. Then asked why so thick? I explained we used cloth diapers to save money. She just said I dont believe you ever got out of them at all. she is doing it for your good. This has led to every time we visit family now I am diapered cause they think I am totaly incontinent and wear diapers 24/7. This diaper punishment has extended to work. So now if she is real mad I get sent to work in disposable diapers. As my kids turned into teens they became my boss. If I upset them I am diaper punished, If I do not do as they say, I am diaper punished, and sometimes they just go to my wife saying Im bothering them just so she will diaper punish me for their fun. I do not like my daughters boy friend and told her so. Now she has mom diaper me when he is coming over. Diaper punishment lead to me having a babysitter so she can keep me diapered 24/7 and not disrupt her life during my punishments or if she "wants baby free time" as she puts it. My wife has my little sister or her friend baby sit me. It is bad was enough to have her friend change my diapers, but having my sister change me took getting used to. Since my sister became my sitter she seems to have a "power" over me and will diaper me any time place she sees me. We ran into her in the grocery store once, she talked with my wife shortly, went to the car., got my diaper bag, and next Im on my back in the rest room being diapered just because my sister wanted to. I ended up diapered for a week because I argued with my wife about this. For that week my wife sent me to work in disposable diapers, which I had to wear and not use, and had my sister pick me up from work. Then my sister would stop at the gas station next to my job and removed my disposable work diaper, check to see if it was wet, and rediapered me in a extra extra thick diaper every day. I complained about the diaper thickness to my wife the first day cause I couldnt walk well. So th next day when my sister diapered me she put two of the extra thick diapers on and had strech my biggest plastic pants to get them over and put me in a pair of sweet pants. Then she picked up my wife and she took us out to eat. It has been the last time I said anything about any diaper I had to wear or tried to stop my sister from diapering me. Sometimes on the weekend my sister will just drop in to put me in a diaper and leave. I had to spend the day diapered then. This led to my wifes recent choice of adding weekend day time diapers. So from the time I come home friday until monday morning before work I am in diapers. This has lead to all my freinds seeing me in diapers now. Most of them do not talk to me now and those that still do have to put up with my wife or sitter coming along so I have some one to change my diapers. This was not much of a change as I was spending much of the week in diapers before and most of the weekend due to my daughters boyfriend coming by and my sisters random visits. The difference is I used to get disposable diapers when we went out unless I had a big punishment or my sister was around. Now she uses cloth diapers for every thing but diaper punishment at work. This week she added diapers for long road trips. She also added that if someone comes to our house in diapers, I will also be diapered while they are there. So I am almost always diapered now other than work. Now I sit here thinking how did a couple wet beds turn into almost always in diapers. I am incontinent at night now after years of bed time diapers so they are a must. She very rarly has sex with me anymore saying babies do not need it. Not sure how she is getting pleased. My mother thinks I am diapered all the time and my wife made a point of visiting her a few months ago just she could spend a couple days with her diapered son. She says she wishes she just kept me in diapers as a kid it would have been easier. Strangly now I hide the fact I get diaper free time from her, when I used to hide my diapered time from her. I believe my wife wants me diapered all the time and I am very unsure of how to fight it off. She seems to get what she wants no matter what I say and now she has everyones support. This is how I was forced into diapers again!

i loved this account. but it leaves some questions unanswered and i'd be glad if they could be! i am particularly intrigued by the relationship with your children. Do they send you to be when they wish to do so? Do they spank you if you are naughty? Do they have other punishments for you? e.eg do they put you in the corner to reflect on you naughtiness? Do they send (put?) you to bed early if you annoy them?

I agree with some of your questions, I also wonder how she keeps him diapered when around the kids and does the kids know he wears them and see him getting diapered.
I have been spanked in diapers in front of my ex-girls girlfriend, but never in front of children.

Well we know the answer to the question of whether the children know. They DO! It's there in the account of his fate. It was when the boy was little that the friend learnt that he was being diapered. And he tells us that the children sometimes get him into trouble so that he'll be diapered early. But i am sure that, by now, they'll be babysitting him and i'd like to know how much control they have over him as opposed to just observing their mother. But it's an intriguing story isn't it? i do hope that tschoe will write some more.

As it seems unlikely that Tschoe will add to his account, i'd like to add a fictional account , as i guess it, of his son babysitting him.
i know that is is not what should happen but , if no-one minds, i'll have a go.

i was sitting watching a favourite programme "Rocket's Island" on CBBC. That's all i am allowed to watch these days -Childen's TV. But i am happy enough as i like these programmes. Anyway, as i was saying i was watching this programme but became aware that Mummy (as i now have to call her) was talking to Andrew, our son. About me! She was asking him to babysit me that evening because she wanted to go and meet a
friend. i didn't catch whether the friend was a man or a woman. Nothing to do with me, Mummy would say. Andrew was telling her that he wanted to watch the football on the TV, not look after me. i tried to say that i didn't need a babysitter but they BOTH turned on me and said that i DEFINITELY did. Mummy said to Andrew that he would be in charge so could obviously watch whatever he wanted. It was clear also that he was being offered a bribe! So he agreed.
Later, after we had supper. Mummy went to get ready and came down looking amazing! She asked Andrew (not me) did he think she looked OK? He just whistled and said that he (so it WAS a man) was one lucky guy! She smiled sweetly. She then told me that i was to be a good boy for Andrew and to remember that he was in charge. What could i do but agree? And off she went for her night out.
Andrew said to me to remember that, as Mum (as he calls her) had said, HE was in charge and i was to behave myself and ask his permission to do anything. "Yes Andrew" i agreed. "Please may i watch some more TV? CBBC hasn't ended yet." "OK" he said. I have some homework to finish so I might as well do that. When I have finished it will be bath time for you". . "Bath time? i didn't think i need a bath tonight, Andrew". "What did I say? I said I would be bathing you and I also said that you were not to argue but do whatever I said, didn't I?" "Yes Andrew. Sorry" You will be if you argue again. With that he went off to do has homework and i settled down to watch my programme. Just after 7 o'clock (CBBC finishes then) Andrew reappeared and said "Right you. Bath time. "But it's only seven o'clock Andrew." "Do you think I don't know that, you stupid baby?" "So why do i need my bath so early?" "Because I said so and if I say so then that's when you have your bath. Right?" "Yes Andrew but it's not fair". What did you say? Did you dare to argue with me again?" "i wasn't arguing Andrew honestly but i was just saying that it's not fair that i have to have my bath so early" "And that's not arguing? Well we'll see about that. I warned you what would happen if you argued again. Go and get the hairbrush from Mum's room." Please Andrew i am sorry. Please don't give me a walloping. i won't argue again/ i promise!" "I know that you won't argue again because you'll not want a repeat f what you are about to get. Now there's ten strokes to start and then another one for every second that it takes you to get the brush. Here we go. One. Two." i leapt to me feet and ran as fast as i could up the stairs to get the brush. There was no point in arguing any further. i was about to have my backside reddened by my own son and all that i could do was to keep it to a minimum. i took the stairs two at a time, went into Mummy's room (which used to be OUR room before i was sent to sleep in the box room which is now MY room) looked round to see where it was. At first i couldn't see it and began to panic as i realised that Andrew would still be counting. Then i saw it, grabbed it and ran as fast as i could back down the stairs. I ran to Andrew and showed him the brush. " Thirty four seconds that took you so, with the original ten, that comes to 44 so I might as well round it up to 50!" i gulped. Would i be able to take so many? Daft question! i would HAVE to take them because that was what i was going to get. i remembered that i had to do one more thing: "Thank you Andrew". i said. "Good boy. Now put the brush on the table while we go and get your bath sorted."
When we got to the bathroom, he put the plug i and started to run the water. "Now, let's get that dirty nappy off you". i lay on the floor and Andrew ******** off the nappy which wasn't all that wet and wasn't poopy at all. He put it in my nappy bucket and then ******** off my other clothes. Basically just my little socks and my onesie. "Your pee pee is so sweet. It's so small and now that Mum doesn't let you have any body hair, you look just like the little boy that you are." Mummy had decided a long time ago that it was unhygenic for me to have hair round my pee as it meant that the wee and , even more the poo poo, got messed up in it. So off it came. i have to admit that it IS better but i'd rather have some sign that she or the children regarded me as a man. But no chance! i am the family baby!
Andrew let me play with my boats for a little while and even joined in for a bit. Then he set about washing me from head to toes and certainly didn't miss the middle bits! In fact, he seemed to enjoy washing there most of all. Eventually, he made me get out and started to dry me with a large fluffy towel. i have to admit that it left me feeling very good. Normally he would then have put the cream and talcum powder on my bits. But we had some unfinished business.
"Right" he said. "Let's go". My heart was pounding as we waked down the stairs because i KNEW that i was so close to having a real beating. Andrew is a strong boy and certainly knows how to swing a hair brush! When we went into the sitting room he took one of the dining chairs and placed it in the middle of the room. He sat on it. "Pass me the hair brush. "
"Please Andrew" i decided to try one last attempt to appeal to his mercy! "Please Andrew, i am really sorry for sassing you and arguing with you. i have learnt me lesson and you don't need to re-inforce your message with the hair brush. Please Andrew," i snivelled" Please let me off. i'll be really good. i promise!" "You'll certainly be good but I cannot let you off your punishment. You were naughty and naughty boys have to learn to be good boys, don't they?" "Yes Andrew"/ It was pointless arguing any more. i gave him the hair brush. Wooden. With a handle. Perfect for beating the lard out of a naughty boy. That naughty boy was me! i lay down across his knee. I couldn't help feel that it was wrong that the father should be over his son's knee. But i was not so stupid as to say so.

Then he began. At first, i could cope with the pain. It was severe for sure but after ten (i had to count them as well) i could still manage. But then it got worse. And worse. By the time we were at 20, i was beginning to have a tremble in my voice. By thirty i was blubbering and by forty i could barely think the pain was so intense. But still they came. Each one was like a thousand nettles landing . Forty eight! Can i manage two more? Surely not! 49. Only one to go. And down it came. It was surely the fiercest of them all. And my cry of pain made that clear. Andrew stopped and said in a very firm voice "Right go and stand in the corner facing the wall. No rubbing. Hands on head. And stay there until I tell you you can come out. Think about your naughtiness and resolve to be a good boy from now on. i'd like to think that my thoughts were as rational as that. But, in reality, all i could really think of was the pain. Bit by bit it eased but it didn't go completely even when my corner time was complete.

Andrew eventually let me out. But mu punishment wasn't over. He laid me down, sprinkled talc over my bits and put on my diaper. He put on the rubber pants over the nappy and then put on my little short night shirt. "OK bedtime." It was only about half past seven and so about an hour before my bedtime. My mouth started to be stupid and argue. But, just in time, i closed it and said" Yes Andrew. Thank you, Andrew"

He was very kind when he tucked me in. He even gave me a teddy bear to hug and popped a dummy (pacifier) in my mouth. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and then said in his strict voice again."Straight to sleep. NO getting out of bed." He turned off the light, closed the door and went off to watch his football match. Leaving me to think about how my life was these days. And it all started because i needed to wear a nappy. As i drifted off to sleep, i though of my beautiful wife and wondered if she was having a good time. i was sure she would be and my eyes closed and i was gone.

i have written a short (imaginary) story of when his son babysat him. You have to click on "two more responses" below in the exchange with bobbylee111. i hope i haven't annoyed anyone! And, for myself, i'd still love to hear more from tschoe himself!

will you tell us more? Please?

hi freddie. Do you mean tschoe or me? Did you find my little story. You need to click the line saying "more responses".

! i wrote a supplementary bit as Tschoe seems to have left the scene but it just disappears under a notice saying 5 more posts! i feel SO frustrated

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GREAT story...... excited to hear more. got'em?

How old were you when you were diapered. I see your profile says your 41-45 now.
My sister used to diaper me when I was 10yr old and have ne wear night gown too. We should have been neighbors as much as I was babied.

(My crying stopped as I instinctively began to suck)!

Buy this sentience alone I know you enjoy being dressed as a baby!!! You love it and you will always be dressed as such. This is how your life was meant to be. I know you enjoy it and your lucky your wife likes her baby hubby that way. I also know you will continue to wet just to stay in baby entire. Loved the story and I am happy you know your place now.

very good story. Your wife wife really has it down for you. Your wife and mine should get together. They sound like they are sisters. I get handled almost the same way. They are the bosses

I could never win at your house as must wear diaper to keep my wife dry never wake up dry.

As can handle that?. You do not have to endure that. Confront your wife. Yell, hard talk with him, tell him "no" to what you say. Even hit it if necessary. You've got to find a woman who loves you, not that love send you and humiliate you, because that's not love, that's evil. It is better not to sleep with your wife to live a marriage so uglyAnd about your sister and your mother. Does the same, gritales, whatever you want. Grab your clothes and gifts they gave you and devolvecelas. Then tell them that you're a man and not a sissy, chat about it, discuss if necessary. But you have to defend yourself, not just make you feel so. You do not have to suffer. Remember that: You do not have to suffer. You do not hace to be a sissy boyfriend. Or If you want, can be a sissy boyfriend. But at least you have to make your mother and sister to respect you

He doesnt want them to respect him, he wants to be a sissy baby.

great story were do i find a wife like that

My Mother-in-law Barbara & I have now given my Husband a set bed time of 10pm. He has to be washed etc and in bed with lights out by that time. In the morning he has to remain in his bedroom until Barbara goes in to check on him. With two women he cannot win!

I think your doing the right thing from the little i read. i was diapered u ntil i was 20. please write back.

I think all husbands should experience wearing diapers and be disciplined by their wife and girl friends. At 5 I stayed in diapers and now as an adult my ex-spouse diapers me all the time.

My Mother-in-Law who lives with us, puts my husband into a nappy (its called that in UK), over which he wears a pair of plastic pants, at bedtime as he bedwets. In the morning she takes him to the bathroom and takes them off him.
After his shower she puts a clean nappy/pants on him, and he is checked every two hours and changed if needed.

OMG, how old is he? Is he submissive or is that just a role-play act?

may iask his age, please
Jules

you must really truly like this way of like.

I would love for my wife to treat me like this, although it would more likely happen with her family than mine.

All you have to do is start wetting your pants & bed all the time. Then suggest you will wear a diaper to keep her dry and from her feeling embarrassed when you out with her.
That usually works. When I was 7 my sister diapered me cause I wet the bed, then as time went on she added more sissy clothes till I was hooked. Today I love the clothes and attention I get and I want to live as a sweet sissy all the time.

I have thought about wetting the bed but not sure she would believe it was an accident

What u do is take a sealable plastic bag filled with water or pee from the night before to bed with you and in the morning pour in your pants. Do that several times a week, then after awhile start doing it more. maybe even getting her wet a few times too.
Then mention you may have to wear a disposable diaper. And at least its a start. And you said it would happen more with her family, then try it with them.

absolutely wonderful wish that was me

I'm a sissy boyfriend for ever:<br />
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Well today Jenny put a diaper and plastic pants on me. Then I pulled my frilly panties up. Next came a short white netted petticoat and light blue printed skirt over everything. She handed me my bra and a white rayon blouse. She fixed my face up and added bright red lipstick. She drove me to convenience store. Made me go inside and get her some cigarettes. Then off we went to Cindy's house. They both took turns spanking me till I was crying and peeing in my pants. They made me wear the wet diaper the rest of the day. We finally went home, Jenny had me take the dress and slip off and gave me a baby doll nighty to put on, Jenny told me to **** myself off for her and show her how sissified I could look while doing it.<br />
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She tied me to a chair and gagged me with a rubber pen is. Jenny just went out the door saying, "I'm going out to get a real man, you can set there and just pee yourself some more. You can even play with yourself too. I don't care." "Maybe I will change you when I get home, Not!" So here I am writing to let you know what its like being a sissy boyfriend.

Jenny sure is a nice gf. Lucky you!

spankbudy

She's not as nice as everyone thinks she is!

Nice story

I have to admit that every time I've been diapered by a woman, I've become throbbingly erect. It's like magic - absolutely can't help it. I've been dressed in pink and yellow rumbas and both long and short pink nighties. I love the look of pink rumbas showing under a short pink babydoll! I am totally envious of your situation.

and i'm envious of your's. sounds like you haven't been doing so bad yourself.

spankbudy

Once you get erect and pleasure yourself, you then feel like not wearing girls clothes anymore, thats when they dress you up again and make you do sissy stuff, cause they know you dont want to do it anymore. If you wear it enough you get used to it and it dont give you erections anymore.

Actually I've been doing it for over 15 years and still get hard every single time - and yes even if I (or others) play. It seems to be a trained response.

i like your story and both myself and his mother are good friends and he still wets every night at 22 and is diapered for it pretty much like you plus on weekends and have started him in trainers during the day on the week days.

hows he doing

That similar to me, my sister & mom made me be a girl all thru my growing up years. My sister told my soon to be wife, now my ex-girl all about me being a sissy. SO now everyone that know me, knows I'm a sissy, so I have no where to hide from it.
Everywhere I go I am humiliated and laughed at. My ex-girl diapers me now and makes me wear them sometimes a few days till they are so wet they almost fall off. She sometimes changes me in public and that is really bad to be an adult and having your diaper changed in front of people.

thats embrassing i was a bedddwetter and i was threated to have it emailed to all my freinds and whenever i wet the bed i woke up and went

thats embrassing i was a bedddwetter and i was threated to have it emailed to all my freinds and whenever i wet the bed i woke up and went

Love this story!

Thanks

Love this story!

Love this story!

How is your bed wetting going , and is it nice to have 3 people who care for you , your two mums and little sister , it would be nice to have an up date as it is such a good story , wish it was me ;)

I wet frequently and have given up trying to stay dry. I need to be in diapers

One more thing, you lucky boy. Did your wife and Mummy decide that, if you needed a nappy (which you do), you should not have body hair. It is much better and cleaner to have a hair free pee pee when you wet the nappy and need to be cleaned and talc'd, isn't it?<br />
steven

Not yet. Don't give her ideas

Sounds like you are in second heaven. I would love to have the same situation.

i agree with Domchick that you are a very lucky boy

What a great story. You must be very happy that your wife and mother share such an open relation. You are very lucky, loved and well cared for man.

They love to remind me of this birthday party....Kim recently gave me one of her nighties which my wife makes me wear. So humiliating to have to wear my sister's lingerie

Some might not like such treatment.... but I say WOW!