    Diapers Vs. Protection

    Summary: Bedwetting brothers have to wear diapers to bed every night,
    things change when they get older.

    The whole story started when I was just a kid. You see, I'm a chronic
    bedwetter and have been most of my life. My mother told me that I did
    stop wetting the bed when I was about 2 ½ just after I was potty
    trained. My brother was born just before that, and mom did not want to
    have 2 babies in diapers. So she worked with me really hard, even with
    a newborn, to get me potty trained. Mom told me that I was dry both
    night and day for about six months. That is when I started wetting the
    bed again.

    I don't really remember most of that time. I do remember having a
    little brother. And I remember a few things here and there, but nothing
    about wetting the bed and eventually being put back into diapers. It
    seems that I have always been in diapers at night. My little brother
    has never been out of diapers at night.

    After my brother turned 2 ½ and was potty trained, and dry during the
    day, is when our little diapering ritual began. I was almost 5 when it
    all started. Just after dinner and mom was finished with the dishes she
    would call us to our room. She then would diaper both of us and then
    put on our pajamas. We were allowed to stay up for about an hour before
    we had to go to bed for the night. At that time they wore cloth diapers
    with plastic pants. Mom thought it would be more cost-effective to use
    cloth then disposables.

    We never thought anything about it until we would go on a trip or have
    visitor over for dinner. If we went on a road trip we would have to
    wear disposable while in the car. Dad was afraid that we would fall
    asleep and wet. This would have been the unforgivable sin. It would be
    a bit awkward when I was eight and have to be taken to the restroom to
    have my diaper taken off when we got to our destination. Neither mom
    nor dad would be too discreet about the whole thing. But at least they
    did not do it front of or anyone. Our diapering after dinner happened
    even if we had company. And we would come back down after we were
    diapered. But we would be in pajamas and at that time I thought no one
    noticed.

    This all changed just after my brother Chris turned 10. I was about 12
    ½ and getting to the point of being in embarrassed to have my mom put
    me in diapers. I knew it was odd for a 12 year old to still be wetting
    the bed and having to wear diapers every night, but I was used to it. I
    have had a diaper on every night I could remember. But to be that old
    and have your mom still putting your diapers on was starting to bother
    me. And having dad change me was not really a better alternative.

    So about a month after Chris turned 10 our parents sat us down to
    discuss our "problem". Our parents informed us that we are now
    responsible for our "problem". We were now old enough and should be
    responsible enough to put our own diapers on before bed. We would still
    need to wear diapers every night till we were dry for 3 weeks. But we
    would have to keep the plastic sheet on till we have been dry for 6
    months. I thought I would have my plastic sheet on till I left for
    college.

    There was one more thing. If we did not put a diaper on and wet the bed
    without a diaper on we would have to pay the consequences. First we
    would get spanked. Then we would be diapered by one of our parents till
    we had 7 consecutive nights dry, or 1 month. This news took both of us
    by surprise. We had never been spanked for wetting the bed before. We
    both have gotten plenty of spankings, just never for wetting the bed.
    They told us that it was for not taking responsibility for our problem
    not for wetting the bed. They also told us that we were changing to
    disposables; it would be easier for us to diaper ourselves when we did
    not have to deal with diaper pins. We would still have to wear diapers
    while on road trips unless we had been dry and sleeping in underwear
    instead of diapers.

    From that point on we could put our diapers on when we wanted. We both
    normally put our diapers on just before bed. That also meant we did not
    have to wear in front of visitors. It was a little better being able to
    diaper ourselves, but it was still odd for me knowing that it is not
    normal for a 12 year old to be wearing diapers every night.

    Things were going well with our new responsibility. Mom even got us
    some pull up kind for when we took naps and we could use them in the
    long car rides. This was nice; we would wear them under our briefs and
    pull them off just before we got to our destination. We still had to
    wear the disposable diapers to bed. Mom thought the pull-ups would
    leak. She also got rid of all the cloth diapers that were getting old
    and nasty, but kept the plastic pants. She thought we might need them
    someday if we started leaking thought the diapers.

    All was well until about a month after my 13th birthday. I had gotten a
    TV with my birthday money and put it in our room. On this one Friday
    night we wanted to stay up late and watch a scary movie. We got
    permission from our parents. They said that since we did not have
    school the next day and we both have been acting well it would be all
    right.

    It was about 11 o'clock, time for the movie to start. Mom had made us
    some popcorn and some Kool-Aid. Chris put his diaper and pajamas on
    before the movie started. I decided to wait. I was feeling a bit grown
    up. Staying up late to watch a movie I did not want to watch it while
    in a diaper too, kind of took away from the grownup feeling.

    The movie was one of the old scary B movies. It was not that good, but
    still way cool to be watching a late movie on my own TV in my own room.
    I don't know how it ended I fell asleep about half way through. Mom
    must have come in to check on us because the TV was turn off.

    I woke up the next morning to an odd feeling. Oh my God! I had wet the
    bed and I had forgotten to put my diaper on. I was panic mode. My heart
    was racing and my mind too. I was trying to figure out a way to hide my
    wet bed so I would not get into trouble. Just then my Mom came in to
    check on us. "Good morning boys. Did you have fun last night watching
    the movie?" "Yea" we both said. "You both fell asleep with the TV on,
    so I turned it off when I got up to go to the bathroom last night."
    "Thanks mom" I said. "Well it's time to get up. Breakfast will be done
    in a short while." Chris jumped out of bed and started to the bathroom
    to brush his teeth. Mom said "You too Chad." "I will in just a few
    minutes."

    "I said now Mr." just as she said that she pulled off my covers to show
    me not only wet and not in a diaper but not in pajama bottoms either.
    That was one of mom's rules. We had to wear pajamas to bed, both top
    and bottoms. I'm not sure what she was more upset about the wet bed or
    the fact that I was not wearing pajamas. "Sit right there boy, I will
    be right back." I was scared; I was not sure what was going to happen.
    I did know I would get a spanking and I would be put in my diapers
    tonight and every night for a month. And just when I was feeling all
    grown up.

    I was sitting on my wet bed in my wet briefs when my brother came back
    into the room and saw me. "Oh my God! I told you to put your diaper on
    before the movie. I was afraid this might happen." Just then my father
    came into the room and he did not look happy. "I can't believe it, not
    only does my teenage son still wet the bed, but he can not be trusted
    to put on his own "protection". What did we tell you would happen if
    you did not follow the rules?" he said in an angry tone. "I would get a
    spanking" I said in a quite voice. "And?" my dad asked. "That I would
    be put in my diapers by you or mom for one month, unless I have 7 dry
    nights in a row" I answered. "When was the last time you had 7 dry
    nights in a row boy?" dad asked. "Never" I answered.

    "Before we begin your punishment, I would like to know why you did not
    put your protection on like a big boy?" he asked. "Well we were going
    to watch the movie and I was going to put my protection on after the
    movie was over, but I fell asleep." I answered. "Why didn't you think
    of that? You knew you were staying up past your bed time and you might
    fall asleep, why didn't you change before the movie like your brother?"
    He asked. "I didn't think I would fall asleep, I thought I would be
    ok." I told him. "Well you should have been a bit smarter like your
    younger brother, and got ready for bed before the movie." "Yes sir" I
    said.

    With that said he went to the closet to get the "strap". It was just
    one of dad's old belts that he used to spank us with. He kept it in our
    closet to remind us to be good. Chris was sitting on his bed still in
    his pajamas, and I'm sure wet diaper. Dad came back to the bed with the
    belt in hand and told me to stand up. I was instructed to bend over the
    bed. My face was inches from the wet spot on the bed. He began to spank
    me with the belt on me wet underwear. It hurt like hell! I could feel
    his anger in every swing. I got 13 hard spankings before he stopped. I
    stayed there in position trying not to cry waiting for instruction.

    "Chris, get me one of Chad's diapers please" dad asked in a polite
    tone. "Yes sir" he answered. What? I'm getting put in a diaper now? I
    thought I would be put in one before bed. It's morning. "Stand up boy"
    dad ordered. I did as I was told. He had me lay on the bottom part of
    the bed where it was dry. He pulled off my wet briefs and proceeded to
    diaper me. "I just can't believe it," he said under his breath. After
    he was done, he had me stand up and checked to make sure it was on
    tight enough and to took off my t-shirt since it was wet too "Alright
    boys down to breakfast" "Can I…" I started to ask. "No" he answered
    cutting off my question. I was not allowed to put anything over my
    diaper.

    We went down to the kitchen. Chris had not changed out of his wet
    diaper either. But he did not want to disobey dad at this moment. He
    just went down to eat. He at least had pajamas over top of his diaper.
    Mom just shook her head when she saw me in just a diaper. We all
    started eating. It was quite at the table. After a short while dad told
    my mom that I was to be in diapers till Monday morning when I got ready
    for school. That was 2 full days. He also stated that I was not to wear
    anything over my diapers while at the house. Well he did want me to
    wear plastic pants just in case I would leak and he did not want any of
    the furniture messed up.

    One of the odd things about this whole thing was that dad called them
    diapers. Since the new rules both mom and dad referred to our diapers
    as "protection". I guess to make it seem a bit less childish or
    babyish. But that day dad called mine a diaper. Later that week Chris
    and I talked about the whole thing. One time mom came in to see if
    Chris had his "protection" on and to check my diaper. They are both the
    same thing, came out of the same package. We thought it was a little
    odd.

    That Saturday was a bit uneventful with the exception that I was in
    only diapers the whole day. And that since I was in diapers I was to
    use them. If I was caught using the bathroom I would get a spanking and
    I would be in diaper full time for a week. This meant wearing to school
    and I could not even fathom that thought. Both mom and dad would change
    my diapers, as they felt necessary.

    But on Sunday things changed. Chris had a friend coming over to stay
    the afternoon. I spent most of the day in my room to avoid being seen
    in my diapers and plastic pants. But I did have to come down for lunch.
    Bobby saw me in my attire and was about to ask why when dad said, "He
    is being punished. He did not take responsibility for his own actions.
    He now has to wear diapers for the whole weekend" Bobby just replied
    with an "Oh" and nothing else was said. After lunch I retreated to my
    bedroom for the rest of his visit. I was hopping that he would not say
    anything about the diapers to anyone, but at least he went to a
    different school.

    Most of that month went all right with the exception that I had to be
    put in diapers right after dinner and I was finished with the dishes.
    Dad did it most of the time unless he was working late. I think they
    thought it was inappropriate to have mom do it full time to her teenage
    son. Dad would have me go to my room and change into my pajamas without
    my underwear and bring him a diaper. He would diaper me wherever he
    was, and in front of whom ever was there. He did not want to be
    bothered coming to me for my punishment. But there was one night I will
    never forget. Dad had a friend of his over after dinner for a cigar and
    drinks. I was washing the dishes slowly hopping Mr. Long would leave
    before I had to be diapered. But mom told me to hurry up that it was
    getting late. I think she figured out my plan. After the dishes were
    clean and put away, I asked mom if she was going to diaper me since dad
    was busy. She told me no.

    I went up stairs to get ready; I knew not to take too long. I showed up
    to the door of my dad's study and knocked on the door. "Come in" my dad
    answered. When he saw it was me, he asked Mr. Long to excuse him, that
    he need to take care of something. At that point I thought he was going
    to take me to another room. But unfortunately I was wrong. He told me
    come in, I did as instructed. I am sure Mr. Long saw my diaper in my
    hand. Dad told me to lie down in front of his chair and proceeded to
    put me in my diaper. I was so embarrassed. I was lying there naked in
    front of my dad's friend. Dad took his time unfolding the diaper and
    getting it ready while my pants were pulled down and my "business" was
    on display. Dad was telling Mr. Long that I was still a bed wetter and
    I need to wear diapers to bed every night. Mr. Long did not respond, he
    just stood there watching the entire process. I then was told to stand
    up and my pants were then pulled up over my diaper. I walked out of the
    room with a slight crinkle noise with every step. I went directly to
    bed, I was so embarrassed and humiliated that I did not want to talk or
    see anyone.

    That was the fist but not the last time I was diapered in front of
    others. I will have to sit down and tell you more about it later.