When Mom was gone, I sat on the edge of my bed and tried to unpack the mix of feelings I was experiencing. I felt stupid for asking for a spanking that had hurt and made me cry; I felt like a baby sitting there wearing just a diaper that I hadn't asked for but knew I had earned; and I felt safe and loved by my Mom acting like a mother again and not just trying to be my friend.
I looked down at my diaper again and sighed. The truth was that my dribbling had gotten worse lately. It started a few years ago after many bladder infections; and had worsened after the most recent flare up which had been a really bad one. I had avoided telling my Mom about the worsening for fear that she'd make me start wearing diapers again.... I didn't know Mom's plans for me when it came to diapers now, but if it came down to a challenge to stay dry, I knew I would fail.
Not wanting to earn another round on Mom's lap I got up and pulled myself together. I put my school clothes and soiled undies in the hamper, and got an Adventure Time tee from my "play clothes" drawer and pulled it on. I didn't bother with pants, the thick diaper seemed like enough on it's own.
I put my toys away, and made sure everything was in its place, then made by bed as best I could. For some reason bed-making was one of those things I just couldn't do as good as Mom does, but I tried.
Just as I was finishing my homework Mom called me down to dinner. I sat across from her and admired the plate she had set out for me. Two of my favorites - Chicken nuggets and tater tots; and a vegetable I didn't mind too much - green beans. I smiled at her, knowing she had chosen my faves on purpose and picked up a nugget and took a bite.
It wasn't until I decided I should start on the green beans that I realized Mom hadn't set out any silverware for me. She had a forkful of green beans, but the napkin upon which utensils were usually set for me was bare. Unfazed I grabbed a bean with my fingers and ate it.
After dinner I helped put the dishes in the machine to be washed; and took out the trash. The path between our side door, and the cans was mostly covered by our porch, but I still hurried to get out there and back to reduce the risk of being spotted in my diaper.
Mom and I watched TV for a while, and after the first few minutes I scooted over from the other side of the couch, to right against her. She put an arm around me and pulled me closer. Together we watched a couple of sitcoms before she announced it was bath time.
In the bathroom Mom started the water to fill the tub, then helped me un-tape the diaper I had been wearing. She pulled the tapes on one side, and I did the other. I noticed a round yellow wet spot in the middle, but Mom didn't seem to check or notice. "Try to go potty now." She advised, and I felt my face get warm from embarrassment as I realized she wasn't planning to leave the room. "Go on!" She said again, and I complied, sitting on the toilet as she went back to fussing over the water temperature. I managed to pee and poo a little, then cleaned myself up and flushed as Mom laid out a bathmat on the floor and set a towel on the sink.
She helped me into the tub and reminded me to wash my hair first (before the water got too soapy) and not to forget my face and neck. Thankfully then she left me to bathe on my own.
Twenty minutes later she was back to pull the drain and help me out of the tub. Mom dried me off with a big, fluffy towel and complimented me on my clean, soap-free hair.
"You're getting a little rashy down there from being in wet panties" Mom said, and I again blushed and looked away from her. "Best make sure you're clean and there's no pee or soap residue. I don't think you want to get another infection!" With that, mom opened the linen closet and produced a tub of baby wipes from which she gathered two or three wipes, and quickly went over my private areas.
Mom walked me to my room, still wrapped in a towel, and when she pulled that towel away I knew to lay down on my bed. She went to my closet and retrieved another diaper from a bag that hadn't been there when I got dressed that morning, and a bottle of baby powder.
I didn't hide my eyes this time as Mom unfolded the diaper, and laid it out between my legs. I lifted my butt a little so she could easily slide it under me. She sprinkled just a bit of powder over me then expertly wrapped the diaper around me and taped it firmly in place. She shook a bit more of the powder into one hand, then rubbed it across my belly at the top of the diaper; then around my thighs by the leg-bands of the brief. "A little trick a Mommy-friend shared with me to prevent irritation from the elastic bands." Mom explained. I blushed a little again at the idea that she had discussed diapering with a friend who would know that "I" was the baby she'd be diapering.
Freshly diapered, Mom had me stand back up. "Hmmm, think we better get something to work as a change mat." Mom said with a laugh as we both noticed the white outline of my diaper area on the bed where baby powder had settled. Mom brushed the powder away with her hand, then got a nightshirt from my dresser. She gathered the long shirt up in her hands until it was only a few inches, then held it over me and threaded it over my head and arms before gently unraveling it down my body. When she let go and it unrolled on its own, the soft cotton brushed my knees, covering my upper body and diaper in warmth.
Mom gave me a big kiss on the forehead, then pulled the covers back for me to climb into bed. I got in and squirmed and shifted to find that perfect spot as Mom laid the covers over me, up to my neck. I pulled my arms free and let them flop down on top of the covers. Mom went back to my closet for a moment then returned with Charles, the stuffed boy doll that I had carried with me everywhere when I was little. She handed Charles to me, and without question I pulled him in against my chest and smiled. Mom kissed me again and wished me sweet dreams before turning off the lights and backing out the door. She mostly closed it, leaving about two inches so I wasn't left totally in the dark. I shifted onto my side a bit and hugged Charles as I closed my eyes to go to sleep.