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

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She helped me stand and I realized it hung low enough to cover my entire diaper. That made me not quite sure about whether this was a good thing or not – at least my diapers were covered, but, "PRINCESS"? As soon as she saw me, her mouth dropped open and her hand shot up to muffle a high-pitched shriek of laughter. Pam of course also laughed, and even Tina couldn't help but giggle at this predicament. Even Mom wore a smile as she said, "Well come on and sit down then!"

We went through Thursday following the same pattern that had been established. Every morning my diaper was wet, ensuring at least seven more diapered nights. Every afternoon I was sentenced to take an hour long nap in the crib, wearing my diapers. Every afternoon following my nap, I was told to just stay diapered the rest of the evening, and was changed at bedtime. Once I wet during the nap to see if it would get me out of diapers before bedtime, but Mom simply changed my diaper after my nap, commenting that now maybe I could see the wisdom in wearing nap-time diapers. 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?"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."

It bounced off her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open and she tried to focus on me. "Hmm? Wha. . . ?"It has sheets on it," Britney pointed out, obviously not believing the story. Mom didn't say anything more, effectively ending Britney's questioning, so she just shrugged. Mom put the side up on my crib and was ready to leave with Britney. "Umm – I could stay the night in here and watch the baby for you," Britney suddenly offered. "I could just sleep in the other crib – with the side down of course." I poked my head around the door and looked around the room. There were a couple of dressers in there as well, but aside from the cribs and dressers, not much else aside from a wide-mouth diaper genie was in the room.

So would you like me to set some rules for you? Would you like to be just like one of the kids in the house, for real?" Guidelines? What was she talking about? "Umm - yeah, I guess so. . . " I ventured non-committally (or so I thought).It is good you broke the cycle, I always find it heroic in a way when people overcome bad situations and still work on being a good person. It shows destructive cycles are not destiny and there are other ways out. Oh no! There are MANY ABDL Kindle books. I've published 6. My publisher has put out 103. I guess I'm going to have to do some more research cuz I've only found a handful. But if there's more than that then I want to find them That sounded ok to me – way better than the alternative anyway," so that is what we did. And I have to admit, Pam did a better job fastening the diaper than I would have myself. But that was just the first problem we encountered.

But I REALLY have to go. . . " Chelsea's voice took on a whining quality, which while it may have been cute when she was little, was now becoming annoying. I had the added advantage of seeing Mom's face and being able to tell she was annoyed as well. Abruptly she stood and walked out into the hallway. 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. First, i am sorry yiu ever had to put up with this. How bizarre, not only to do it to you, but to have the older boys hold you down. I got the baby wipes container and tried to get out of the room unscathed by Pam's still-sulking looks. I thought to myself that this looked like it might signal a change in the humiliation we had been subjected to up til this point. Maybe it was going to end now. How wrong I was.Secomd, how were you able to see your mother again after that without taking a baseball bat to her head. I notice you never used the word “mother” so my guess is you dont have any respect for this nut. But still, I dont get how parents do this to their kids and dont meet their end that same night. There is only so mich abuse a person can take. Mom sighed and turned to me. "I trust you can get out of your wet diapers and clean up yourself. Get one of the baby wipes containers from the Living Room – there are two there, one pink and one purple. You can change in your bedroom – I am going to take care of your sister in the Living Room." Of course I was very upset about this and asked Mom afterwards why she had hidden my pants from me. She denied that she had done so and told me she had only put them in the wash because they were dirty. I had plenty of clean pants I could have worn. I told her I hadn't seen any and she said they were all still in the clothes dryer where *I* had left them. "I told you last night your clothes had been washed," she said. "You follow the same rules as Pam and Tina – when your clothes are dry, you get them from the dryer, fold them, and put them away." What was more – I ended up having to stand in the corner for 15 minutes for not getting my clothes from the dryer like I was supposed to, and then spent the rest of the evening without any pants to wear over the diaper.