Spanked & Diapered
I'm a guy, 15 and still a chronic bedwetter who is made to wear diapers to control it (pin-on prefold cloth with plastic pants- www.babykins.com). When I was thirteen, the busybody mother of another bedwetter convinced my mom that regular spankings would help me to stop. Every morning that her thirteen year old son Kevin woke up in wet diapers, he would be cleaned up and then spanked with a leather strap. Ten strokes per wetting.
My mom adopted a variation. She got me a calendar, and each morning my step brother (he's three months younger than me) would be reponsible for determining if I was wet or dry, and then marking it on the calendar. 'W' or 'D' (There were always a lot more 'W's.) Then, on Saturday evening before being diapered for the night, I would receive five strokes (with a leather strap) for each wetting the in the past week. I was made to lean over my change table (just a modified work table) to receive the punishment on my bare backside. It was very humiliating waiting for my spanking to begin, knowing that diapers would follow. It was also quite painful. Of course when I complained that I was too old to be spanked, the reply was since I was not too old for diapers, I was not too old to be spanked either. And once in my diapers each night, I wasn't allowed to cover up my plastic pants. My mom called it 'creative shaming'. It was hard when my brother had friends over, or when we had other visitors.
On rare occasions when my mother was unavailable, my spanking was administered by my step brother, which in some ways was worse, as he did it with such enthusiasm, and didn't care if a friend (or even his girlfriend) was present. I was ridiculed and teased relentlessly.
Finally, after about a year without improvement (the spankings probably made my wetting worse), my mom gave up, although she still insists on diapers, and I still get teased by my bro and his dumb friends. But I wear sweats over my diapers now. It's still kind of obvious that I'm wearing diapers, but it's an improvement. Girls are always the first to notice that I have diapers on under my sweats, maybe because they deal with babies more than guys.