    Back to Diapers for Andrew and Matthew

    Summary: After being really bad to their babysitters, Andrew and his
    brother Matthew are put back in diapers as punishment.

    This is the story of how my younger brother Matthew and I (Andrew) were
    diaper punished.

    My name is Andrew and when I was 8 years old my parents made my brother
    and I wear diapers. My little brother Matthew is only a year younger
    than me. At the time he was 7.

    Over the last couple of months, my brother and I had been real monsters
    to our babysitters. We won’t do what they say, we yell terrible things
    at them, we throw things at them, and on one occasion we ran outside and
    hit on one girl. She ended up calling the police because she thought we
    had run away. It was getting to the point where my parents couldn’t find
    anyone to babysit us because no sitter would ever come back. My mom and
    dad had spanked my brother and I and had told us that if we kept it up
    our punishments would get worse. Things did change, and in a big way.

    Last Friday night, when our parents came home to find that we had once
    again been bad, the new punishment started. My brother and I were lying
    in bed pretending to be asleep, (we share a bedroom) and I could hear my
    mom and dad talking outside our room. I heard my mom say:

    “Honey, enough is enough, I’ll take Karen home if you take care of the
    boys as we have discussed.”

    A few minutes later my dad came into our room, turned the lights on and
    said:

    “Andrew, Matthew, GET UP and get yourselves into the living room this
    instant!!!”

    Matthew and I both got up. We walked down the hallway, then down the
    stairs and into the living room. When we got into the living room –
    Matthew and I both sat on the couch. My dad said to us:

    “You boys have hit the end of the road. Obviously no punishment has
    worked so your mother and I are going to take it up a level. The two of
    you are going to park your butts right here until I come back. If you so
    dare move an inch, your bottoms will be redder than any fire truck
    you’ve seen.”

    My Dad went back upstairs and Mathew and I just waited. We didn’t say
    anything to each other as we knew that we were probably going to get one
    heck of a spanking.

    About 5 minutes later my dad came back and asked Matthew to come with
    him and told me to stay put. The two of them went upstairs and I sat
    there waiting. It wasn’t long until I heard Matthew crying and
    screaming. I knew he was being spanked. When the crying stopped I
    expected my Dad to come right down and get me, but he didn’t.

    I had no idea what was going on. It was about 10 more minutes before he
    came back to get me. It was my turn.

    “Now that I have dealt with your baby brother, it’s your turn!! Follow
    me and don’t you say a word!!!”

    We went back upstairs, down the hall and into my mom and dad’s bedroom.
    My little brother wasn't there – I figured he must have been sent back
    to our room to bed.

    “Matthew, your mother and I have had enough of your childish behaviour.
    When someone is looking after you, you are to respect them- this does
    not mean throwing things at them, yelling terrible words at them and
    carrying on like a hoodlum. Son, you’re in for one spanking.”

    With these words he turned me around, pulled my pyjama bottoms right off
    exposing my little bare bum to the cold air. He pulled me over his knee
    and with a quick swat I felt his hand hit my bum. I heard the slap and
    felt a sharp sting. After the first few swats, it began to hurt and I
    began to cry. Bawling away, he kept going, telling me that if I was
    going to cry like a baby and act like one around our sitters, then
    that's how I would be treated.

    After about 20 spankings I must have cried a river. My bum was so sore
    and he finally stopped. My dad then picked me up and carried me back to
    my bedroom.

    When we came in, I saw Matthew under the covers of his bed. I was
    relieved that the spanking was over and I could now go to sleep. But, my
    dad wasn’t through with me.

    My dad took me over to my dresser and as he laid me down onto this matt
    on top of the dresser.

    He said: “Andrew, as I told you in the other room, if you are going to
    act like a little baby then you will be treated like a little baby. Can
    you tell me what little babies have to wear to bed?

    As I lay there without my pyjama bottoms, naked, what he said didn’t
    sink in. I didn’t say anything.

    I suddenly felt this cold sensation around my penis. My dad was wiping
    my groin area with something that was like a wet cloth. I then felt him
    grab my ankles and lift my feet and bum into the air. As he did this, he
    slid this soft padded thing under my bum. When my feet and bum finally
    came down onto the mat, my dad was sprinkling baby powder around my
    penis. I could smell it. It was when he pulled the front of the soft
    thing that was under my bum up between my groin that I realised it was a
    diaper. Then, as fast as it came up between my legs, he fastened the
    sides leaving the front nice and snug.

     My dad had just put me into a baby diaper.

    With a small whimper I said “Daddy, why am I wearing a diaper?”

    My dad said, “Little babies wear diapers to bed, and because you and
    your brother act like little babies, it’s time you are treated like
    one."

    I could smell the baby powder; I could feel the thickness of the diaper
    between my legs and I could hear the sound of it crinkling. He was so
    fast at doing what he did that I didn’t have any chance to put up any
    fuss or fight.

    The whole time this was going on, I could feel my little brother’s eyes
    fixated on me, watching the whole thing take place.

    Now there I was in just a diaper, could it get any worse?

    “Now that we have you all diapered and ready for bed Andrew, let’s get
    you into your pyjamas. My dad pulled out a one piece night time Barney
    sleeper from the now diaper changing table I was laying on. Pushing my
    little legs into the feet and then pushing my arms into sleeves, he
    rolled me over and zipped it up from the back.

    “Now you are already for bed, Andrew.”

    As he lifted me up, and took me over to my bed he said:

    “If you two little boys want to act like babies, then your mother and I
    will treat you like babies. Both of you are to keep your diapers on
    unless your mother or I tell you otherwise. If we see that you have even
    tried to take them off, you will be spanked again and again and you will
    be grounded for the entire summer. Now, if you have to pee or go poo
    poo, you little boys are to use your diapers!! Andrew, do you
    understand? Matthew, do you understand?”

    Saying quietly under our breaths, we both said “yes.”

    It was then that I realised I wasn’t the only one diapered in bed. There
    we were Matthew and I wearing Pampers baby diapers. What was going to
    happen? I sat there lying in bed just thinking about this…but being so
    tired from crying and having such a sore bum, it wasn’t long until I
    fell asleep.

    When I woke up the next morning it was really early. I looked at the
    alarm clock and it was 6am. I couldn’t help but wonder what was this
    feeling between my legs? And why was I wearing this sleeper? As I
    reached my hand down to my groin I felt through the outer fabric of my
    sleeper my diaper. “My Diaper” – here I was pampered and babied.
    Everything from last night suddenly came back. I felt the Pampers diaper
    between my legs and it felt thin and dry; I didn’t wet it during the
    night. Fewwww.

    BUT, like every morning when I get up, I had to go pee. I lay there in
    bed not knowing what to do. Should I get up go pee, should I try and
    hold it, or should I just let it go? I remember my dad saying use the
    diaper and that if I even dared take it off, I would be in more trouble.
    So I just laid there holding it. Finally, the urge to go pee just got so
    strong that I couldn’t hold it any longer. I was holding it as hard as I
    could, both my hands were over the outside of my diaper, over my penis
    trying to hold it in. I was squeezing my legs as hard as I could but it
    happened. A burst of warm pee came out and I could feel the warmth of it
    around my groin. I could also hear it hissing out.

    With my hands over my groin, I could feel the diaper expanding. I just
    laid there on my back as it happened, letting it all flow out. When it
    felt like nothing more was coming out, I felt around to see if anything
    leaked or if my bed was wet. To my surprise, everything was dry!!

    Now not only could I feel this bulge between my legs, but I also smelt
    it. It smelt a bit like urine but there was also this diaper smell
    coming up from under the covers.

    So there I was, in my bed wearing this thick wet diaper and just
    thinking what was this all about. I must have fallen back asleep,
    because the next thing I knew, my dad came into our room.

    “How are my babies this morning? By the smell of this room, I think
    someone’s diaper needs a changing."

    I couldn’t believe that my diaper was smelling up the whole room or that
    he knew I had gone pee in it. I was so embarrassed that in front of my
    little brother I was wearing a wet diaper. I didn’t say anything.

    My dad first went over to my little brother. He pulled back the sheets
    and checked his diaper. “Well, what do you know? By the looks and smell
    of it, it’s a darn good thing you were wearing that diaper last night;
    otherwise, your bed and your pyjamas would have been totally soaked. Hey
    Andrew, your little brother Matthew is going to need a change do you
    need one, too?”

    I didn’t respond but I was so happy that I wasn’t the only one here with
    a wet diaper.

    My dad picked up my brother, took him over to the dresser and sitting
    there on top of it was a changing pad. Opening the top drawer, he pulled
    out a diaper some wipes and some powder and began to change Matthew’s
    diaper right there in front of me. Just as Matthew watched me last
    night, now it was my turn to see my dad change my little brother’s
    diaper. Lifting up his legs, he pulled the wet diaper out from under
    Matthew’s bum. He wiped him down with some baby wipes and then slid the
    new diaper under him. Before pulling up the front, he poured some baby
    powder over his groin and then pulled the front up nice and snug. When
    he was all done, he pulled out a t-shirt, pulled it over Matthew’s head
    and said “Ok little buddy, you’re all done, go on down and see your mom
    for breakfast.” No shorts, no pyjamas, just a diaper and a t-shirt.

    I knew my brother was embarrassed because he didn’t make eye contact
    with me. However, he just ran out of the room with his t-shirt on and
    his blue little Pampers Cruiser.

    My dad then looked at me and said, “Andrew how about you, is your diaper
    wet, too? Or is big brother old enough not to wet his diapers?”

    Just as he did with Matthew, he pulled back the sheets, and as his hand
    pressed up against my groin he said “By the looks and feel of it, and
    that smell, your diaper is about to exploded. Let’s get you up on the
    changing table and get you a fresh clean diaper.”

    He picked me up and took me over to my dresser/ now changing table. He
    said, “Well, little guy, looks like we still have two little babies in
    this household.”

    Laying on the changing table, in the middle of my groin he un-snapped a
    couple buttons, opening up a section of my sleeper. He had full access
    to my diaper without having to take my sleeper off, he un-taped the
    sides, grabbed my ankles and pulled the wet diaper out from under my
    bum. As he wiped down my groin, he said to me, “Andrew, just when I
    thought you boys had grown up I’m reminded how you’re still just my
    little young ones. Here I am changing your diaper at 7 years old.”

    Grabbing a dry diaper, again powdering around my penis and bum, he
    pulled the diaper up nice and snug. He then snapped the buttons back
    together and said –“There you go, now you’re all dressed for the
    morning. Now go on down for breakfast.”

    I was relieved that at least I was wearing something over top of my
    diaper. I wasn’t thrilled about the sleeper, but at least my diaper
    wasn’t showing. The whole way down to the kitchen I could hear my diaper
    crinkling as I walked.

    How long was this going to go on?

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What diapers do you wear? | Cloth Disposable Multiple Underpants I do not wear diapers
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