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I got powder punished today. My mom said my attitude was not bad enough to earn a spanking or even diaper punishment but I did deserve a reminder of how immature I was acting. So, she had me lie down on my back, she exposed my bare bottom and then applied a generous amount of baby powder to my butt, before putting my clothes back on and sending me on my way with a smack to the butt. I smelled like baby all day.

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A handful of subtle experiences lately have made me wonder if people can tell I get diaper punished.

The other day, I had a doctor’s appointment and my wife came with me. She had just spanked and diapered me for the weekend. The nurse had my test results and she almost handed them to me, but then she pulled them away and said, “Oh wait, let me give them to ‘the boss’,” and then handed them to my wife. That seemed weird, but then I needed a shot and she spoke in a calming voice and told me that I had to behave like a big boy. Like if I couldn’t control myself, I was in for a time out or something. She made me hold my wife’s hand during the shot. Maybe it is just in my head… but part of me wonders… do I give off a toddler vibe or something…?

Then, just now, my mechanic was recommending some work for my car. I was on my own this time, and after he outlined the problems he saw, he finished up by saying, “All right… go talk to your mommy and then let us know what you she decides, okay?” I’m 31 years old. Why would he mention my “mommy” in the discussion? To be honest, when he outlined all the ways I’d been neglecting my car maintenance, it felt like I was being scolded. I recognized the stern, disappointed tone that my dad would use when he was about to give me a spanking. Luckily, he didn’t actually do anything, but if I played that conversation the wrong way, I have no doubt I would be in his office right now getting my butt roasted.

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How did you get here? How did things get to this point?

It all started months ago, when your wife said she was going out for girls’ night. She even told you they were going to a bar, but you didn’t think twice. It was just an opportunity to get a quiet evening at home for video games. Well, suddenly, girls’ night became a weekly occurrence. Every Saturday night, like clockwork, she was gone.

Eventually, she stopped calling it girls’ night and you found out that there were guys going with them. You asked if you could go too, but she reminded you that you wouldn’t know anyone there and it would be awkward. It was best if you just stayed home. Maybe you couldn’t see the signs or maybe you just didn’t want to.

This became the routine for a while. Until one night, around midnight, she texted you just saying that she drank too much and would be staying with a friend. She’d be back in the morning. Again, you thought about confronting her, but ultimately decided you didn’t want to cause a nasty confrontation, especially when it was probably nothing. You let it happen.

After that first time, however, she was getting drunk and staying out all night, every Saturday night. Eventually, she stopped even texting you. It didn’t need to be said. Part of you always knew what was going on, but you didn’t want to say anything.

That became impossible when she finally brought her “friend” home one night. It seemed that she was done pretending about what was happening. He was everything you knew she wished you could be. Taller, younger, toned, better looking, confident… you’d long ago let your age catch up to you and it was showing. You were now backed into a corner though. You had to say something.

Yet, after all this time, it was like your backbone had melted away. You tried to object. You tried to stand up for yourself. But your voice cracked. You were shaking. You kept stumbling over your words. It was obvious to everyone in the room that there was nothing you could do about this. Except accidentally piss your pants.

Upon seeing this, your wife was mortified. But her date sprung into action. Like he knew exactly what to do. You later found out that he’d grown up with pantswetting sisters his whole life and learned exactly how to handle it. He effortlessly scooped you up, yanked down your pajama pants, and forced you over his knee. Despite your wiggling and protesting, you couldn’t do anything to stop him. It was obvious what was about to happen. But it seemed surreal, like this must be a dream.

A sharp smack to your butt instantly shattered that idea. You were over another man’s knee, getting spanked on your wet panties, while your wife watched on in a combination of fascination, amusement, and horror. It didn’t take long for the pain and humiliation to overcome you and tears began to flow. You were fully crying like a baby. Yet the punishment continued. He scolded you. He scolded you for wetting your pants and for talking back to him earlier. This was a well deserved punishment.

After a long spanking, you were sent to the guest room, where you would spend 1 hour standing in the corner (pants down), before going straight to bed. No play time. No goofing around. You didn’t like it, especially the part where you realized how not soundproofed your house was and how everything that happened in the master bedroom could be heard from your corner. Yet, you didn’t dare disobey. You’d been beaten into submission and you now knew who your daddy was.

The next time he came over, he made it clear exactly what he thought of you. He had a little outfit for you. A little girl’s outfit. Even including a cute little pair of girls training panties to go underneath, just in case. After he changed you, he brought you to a mirror. You never realized how your short height and long hair could so easily turn you into a little girl. And the bulky training pants were uncomfortable and made you waddle a little. But there was nothing to be done at this point. You were daddy’s little girl. And that was not about to change any time soon.

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I caught strep throat this week. After my doctor diagnosed it, she prescribed penicillin. The pharmacist who gave it to me, warned that in some cases it may cause diarrhea. Needless to say, my wife wasn’t having that. She asked the pharmacist where the diaper aisle was, so that she wouldn’t have to wash my inevitably dirty pants. I haven’t seen my normal underwear in days. 🫤

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The first time I ever got spanked was when I was about 18. I had told my girlfriend at the time about my secret desire to be spanked and we played around a little with light play spankings but nothing serious. Then one night we were sitting in the back of my car at a park and I was being kinda bratty. Just overall moody and unpleasant. Suddenly, without warning, she grabbed, forced me over her lap, and really began laying into me. I actually tried to push her off and get up, but I couldn’t. She had me pinned. It only lasted about a minute, but that was the first time I got a real spanking. Needless to say, my bratty attitude improved immensely after that.

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I was spending the day at a friend’s house. He still lives with his parents, even at 30. Anyway, I brought over some chips to eat while we played video games. All was going well until his mom came into his room and saw the snacks.

“What are those?” she asked with a surprising sting in her voice. My friend froze up. He could barely stutter out that they weren’t his and that I brought them.

“You know you’re not supposed to fill up on snacks before dinner, young man. And you better shape up and stop being such a bad influence on my son!”

My friend kept apologizing and begging, promising that it would never happen again. I was completely confused. They were acting like all this was perfectly normal.

“I know it won’t happen again. Now dinner will be ready in about an hour. After that, you report to the living room where you’re both going over my knees for a bare bottom spanking.”

My friend just kind of pouted but didn’t object. I wasn’t sure what to say, but felt too awkward to stand up to her. That evening I received my first spanking in 20 years. I cried more than I thought I would. It was just as effective as I remembered.

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Common phrases heard around our house:

You better improve that attitude, mister.

Do you need a spanking?

Don’t be embarrassed. It’s perfectly normal for a wife to make her husband wear diapers around the house.

It’s a long drive, so you’re going to need a diaper.

Lots of husbands are in diapers these days.

If you’re going to act immature, you can’t be surprised when you get a spanking.

Do you need a diaper change?

You’re going right over my lap, buster!

Go stand in the corner until my boyfriend gets here!

Don’t you dare pull up those pants, mister!

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Anna was home from college for the holidays. She was excited to help her father out in his old shop, just like she did as a child. Unfortunately, she did not realize that it would be exactly like when she was a child.

Her father asked her to restock some shelves. She agreed to do it, but got distracted by her phone. When he found her still on her device 15 minutes after asking, he told her that he did not appreciate the disrespect she showed him. She needed to be punished.

Without warning, she was forced to bend over under his arm, her shorts were yanked down, and, for the first time in 10 years, she got a firm spanking on her diaper, right in front of all the guests.

Some nodded approvingly, but most were unfazed. Just another naughty girl, getting her bottom beat. Of course, their nonchalant attitude did nothing to mitigate the torrent of unyielding humiliation associated with getting spanked in diapers at her age. It wasn’t her fault that she had accidents, but the stigma around diapers was just too embarrassing.

It seemed to go in forever. Before long, she was crying and kicking and no longer cared who was watching. When he finally let her up, her shorts had been flung off in some unknown direction. She had to walk through the store in just a diaper and her skimpy top to the back office.

Once there, he continued chastising her, expressing his disappointment in her behavior. She would have to spend 1 hour in the corner of the room. When the timer was up, she could come out and find him to apologize and then she could get her shorts back and resume working. It was shameful, but it was a lesson she’d never forget.

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Every year, Beverly thinks THIS will be the year! I am finally old enough that when I misbehave at the family picnic my mom will not spank me. She is 22 now. And still wrong.

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In hindsight, they should have seen this outcome from a mile away. They’d been using Kimmy’s mom’s guest house every Friday for their “study group.” How did they expect to pass the course, when they spent all that time getting high and talking shit about the other girls in class? Unbeknownst to Kimmy, the entire guest house was rigged with security cameras. Initially, her mom trusted her and did not feel the need to check the footage. That all changed when the grades for the first test came back. They all failed. Miserably. This prompted her mom to check the cameras and the jig was up. She was outraged.

It was almost unfair of Kimmy to let her friends indulge in this misbehavior for so long without telling them about her mom’s weird punishments. During the next study session, her mom waited patiently to catch them in the act. She burst into the room and gave them the scolding of a lifetime. Her tone was harsh and her words were sharp, yet the girls did not take her seriously. They giggled and ignored her threats. They considered themselves too old to be affected by such things. Only Kimmy was nervous, knowing exactly what her mother wanted to do next.

Before her mother left to retrieve the second phase of the punishment, Kimmy begged her to just let them off with a warning. She apologized profusely. She promised that it would never happen again. Her mother ignored her, leaving three bewildered girls and one very embarrassed, red-faced daughter.

A minute later, her mom returned, carrying 4 puffy, white adult diapers. The girls laughed. They thought this was the craziest, funniest thing. Was this a joke? Were they actually supposed to wear them?

Kimmy’s mom explained how when Kimmy acts up, which happens about once per week, part of the apology process is sentencing her to timeout in diapers. The girls cracked up, pointing at Kimmy and calling her a baby. Kimmy, flushed with embarrassment, kept her head down and remained silent.

She handed each girl a permanent marker. Before putting on their diapers, they needed to write a message for Kimmy’s mom on their butts so that she could read them, while they stood in the corner. Then she left the room. Kimmy, knowing exactly what was expected, immediately got to work writing her apology.

Brooke and Jane on the other hand, still thought this was hilarious. They decided to sort of play along and put the diapers on, but each wrote a concise, “Fuck you” on their butt.

Bailey, a little flustered and unsure what she was meant to write, just wrote what she thought she was supposed to write on the back of a diaper. “Poopypants”.

They all put on their diapers. Bailey was embarrassed when she realized how different her message was than the others. Kimmy was appalled at her friend’s messages. She knew things were about to get way worse. At the very least, she tried to usher her friends to the corner. Brooke, still a little high, couldn’t stop uncontrollably laughing. She giggled so much, that she wet herself, which made her laugh harder. She didn’t even last a minute before wetting her diaper.

Kimmy’s mom walked back in to see the girls, not standing in the corner, with filthy messages on their butts. She sighed. “I was really hoping I wouldn’t need to do this…” she said to herself, as she undid her thick leather belt from around her waist.

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If I can be perfectly honest, the furry scene doesn’t inherently do anything for me, but I’ve seen some exceptionally humiliating concepts in furry artwork that get me.

Cat: Being a cat person and being somewhere (friend’s house, work, church…) and the person in authority demands that you use the provided litter box in the corner of the room instead of a bathroom. When you refuse, you are diapered and labeled “not housebroken”.

Centaur: A town has an ordinance that requires all horses to wear diapers. They’ve never seen a centaur before and aren’t sure what to do, but decide they can’t make an exception for you. They start beating you with a riding crop, until you agree to wear one. As a centaur you have no pants, so all get to see your cutsie diaper.

Skunk: No one is exactly sure what your deal is, but nobody can smell this bad and not need a diaper. You are kept diapered 24/7, just in case.

Cow: Being treated like livestock. They keep you locked up. They feed you. You are kept diapered so all your manure can be collected. As a female, your boobs are constantly exposed so you can be milked.

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Does anyone else’s wife insist on diapering them before going to see a horror movie? My wife is convinced that I pee and/or poop myself, any time I get scared. There was no precedence for this! It’s not like I had a history of accidents when I got scared. The accidents began only after she started diapering me. I figured, if I had to wear one anyway, I might as well use it, which provided all the validation she needed. Now it’s just part of getting ready. But she only brings it up for horror movies or anything longer than 2.5 hours. So far anyway…

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I was really hoping I passed my certification, but the results came in today. I spent about 10 minutes with my wife’s paddle tonight. I was bawling within seconds. She has already designated the time between 7pm and 9pm as “study time”. She puts a diaper on me and then literally Velcros my butt to my seat, so I don’t have any distractions while I study. She’s already ordered some ultra thick diapers that I will wear for my makeup test. I will get an additional paddling the night before the test, as an added reminder. It’s going to be a long month.

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Can you imagine dropping your kid off at daycare and having to have this conversation because you lied about your child’s potty training? Can you imagine having to spend 100 minutes, standing in the corner of your child’s daycare, pants down and Pampers on? Imagine having to explain to your boss why you’re more than an hour late and unsuccessfully trying to conceal a fat, itchy diaper under your clothes? Imagine toddling around the office, knowing that you’ll have a thick, padded bottom until after work? Having to find the most quiet, isolated corner of the building, where you can squat and take care of your business? Waddling out to the parking lot at the end of the day, praying that nobody smells your saggy, stinky mess? Going to get your kid and grownup underwear back, only to receive an intrusive (and, due to the pungent smell, completely unnecessary) diaper check? To get reminded that your punishment lasts until the “end of the day” not the end of the work day? Having to lie on your back next to your kid, so you can get your diapers changed? First being paddled to tears, for pooping yourself? Getting home in fresh diapers, knowing you could safely take it off now, but being so subdued by your punishments that you can’t bring yourself to do it? Trying to explain to your spouse why you have a red, Pampered bottom, only to be laughed at for how pathetic you are? Going back the next day and being scolded like a child, as a final reminder to behave better in the future? That would be a tough day.

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My wife and I will be flying across the country to visit family for the holidays. I’m hoping those two weeks will provide a break from my normal routine of getting spankings and diaper changes. Based on my behavior chart though, my wife is seriously considering packing diapers for the trip. If any relatives ask, she plans to tell them that I’ve developed nighttime incontinence. I’ve accepted being punished with diapers at home. I’ve come to terms with wearing them in public around strangers. But I can’t imagine the humiliation of wearing them in front of family and telling them it’s because I wet the bed, like a baby. That being said, I know better than saying no to her. If I comply willingly, there’s a chance that I can wear my punishment padding subtly and no one will find out. If not, then everyone will see my shame, as she yanks my pants down in the living room and bends my diaper butt over her knees in front of everyone.

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Honestly, there’s nothing more humiliating in my life than my wife making me wear protection to bed, “just in case,” and then waking up in a damp diaper. It’s not because the situation is especially embarrassing. In fact, it’s because of how casual she is about it all. She diapers me at night, checks me in the morning, then gives me my spanking for wetting in bed, before letting me get on with my day. It’s humiliating being treated no different than a child.

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My wife went shopping for new undies this week. She specifically said she wanted to buy large, comfortable panties to wear at home, so I kept pushing her to go up sizes so they’d be extra comfortable. Well, she got home and she hates them. They are way too big. But they fit my fat ass perfectly. So now she’s convinced that I deliberately made her buy too large so that I could wear them myself. She told me that if I wanted panties, I just had to ask. She spanked me for not just being up front with her and now I have to wear these big ass, diaper looking plain white panties. My bright red butt shines right through them. I tried telling her I didn’t make her buy a bad fit on purpose, but eventually I’ll confess to anything to be allowed off her lap.