Wife Learns How To Diaper Discipline Her Husband From His MotherMy 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 ob
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.