Cloth Diapers & Panties

6)     Baby Tommy It was starting to become part of my daily routine as I walked down the stairs with my fresh diaper poking out from underneath my t-shirt. As I entered the living room, Sophie turned her head to look at me and was once again looking puzzled. ‘Baby?’ she asked. This time, however, my mother wasn’t coming to my defence. ‘That’s right, Sophie’, she replied, ‘Tommy is a baby’. I cringed with embarrassment but knew that I only had myself to blame. ‘Diaper’, Sophie grinned as she pointed to my waist. ‘Yes, it is a diaper’, my mother said, ‘you get to wear Pull Ups because you’re a big girl. Unfortunately, Tommy is still a baby and needs to wear a diaper all day’. ‘I’m not a baby’, I said in my defence. ‘I don’t think you’re in any position to argue’, my mother replied. As Sophie turned her attention back to the cartoons on TV, I sulked and sat on the sofa. Just then Lana walked in with two sippy cups in her hand. One was pink and the other was yellow. ‘Which one would you like, Sophie?’ she asked. Sophie thought about it and pointed to the pink one. ‘Pink one’, she said. ‘What’s the magic word?’ Lana asked. ‘Please’, Sophie replied. ‘Good girl’, Lana smiled. However, Sophie then pointed to the yellow sippy cup. ‘Baby have that one’, she said. ‘Don’t be silly’, Lana giggled, ‘Tommy isn’t a baby’. ‘Baby’, Sophie insisted. Lana looked confused until my mother spoke up. ‘Sorry, I think that might be my fault’, admitted my mother, ‘you see, it turns out that Tommy has been wetting his diaper on purpose. I’ve told him that if he wants to wet himself then he can wear diapers like a baby’. ‘Oh, I see’ Lana replied before smiling, ‘I guess you do need the yellow sippy cup then’. ‘I don’t want to drink out of that’, I complained. ‘That’s enough, Tommy’, my mother replied bluntly. I continued sulking on the sofa and couldn’t believe what was happening. It didn’t take long before Lana returned with both of the sippy cups that were now filled with juice. She handed the pink one to Sophie before handing the yellow one to me. It had a picture of two teddy bears dancing which only added to my embarrassment. I reluctantly took it with one hand and started sipping some of the juice. ‘No’, said Sophie, ‘like this’. Sophie held up her sippy cup and showed me that she was holding onto the handles either side using both of her hands. I looked over at my mother who was given me her classic ‘Mom stare’ that indicated that I’d better do as I was told. I begrudgingly grabbed a handle with each hand and held up the sippy cup like a toddler. I sighed and continued drinking my juice. For a few moments, the room was silent apart from the TV and Sophie and I sucking on our sippy cups. I could only imagine how babyish I looked as I continued drinking from a sippy cup with my diaper on full display. To make matters worse, I was even starting to smell like a baby with the strong scent of baby powder from inside my diaper constantly filling the air. After finishing our juice, Sophie urgently called out to her Mom. ‘Are you alright darling?’ Lana asked. ‘Me need potty’, Sophie said desperately. ‘Hold on’, said Lana who quickly rushed to the other side of the room and pulled out a training potty. Of course, it was pink with unicorns all over it. Lana placed it down next to Sophie before quickly standing her up and lifting her dress. I looked away as Lana helped Sophie to pull down her training pants before sitting her on the potty. It wasn’t long before I heard Sophie peeing into the training potty. ‘Good girl’, cooed Lana. ‘Wow, she’s getting good with her potty training’, my mother added. ‘I reckon she’ll be out of Pull Ups in a few months’, Lana smiled. I cringed with constant embarrassment at hearing a toddler being praised for using the potty whilst I was sat there in a diaper. I was starting to regret my behaviour and wished I had my regular underwear back. After Sophie was finished, Lana suggested that I went upstairs so that Sophie could show me her toys. I really didn’t want to do it but I could see how excited Sophie was, plus I was trying to stay on my mother’s good side. I reluctantly followed Sophie upstairs and into the bedroom. After Sophie opened up a large toy box in the corner of the room, it didn’t take long before there were toys scattered all over the carpet. I spent the next hour or so being introduced to all of her teddy bears followed by a large selection of fluffy unicorns. When she had grown tired of playing with them, Sophie pulled out two baby dolls. ‘This one for you’, she said as she handed me one of the dolls. ‘Thanks’, I mumbled. ‘Dolly’, she beamed. ‘Yep, it sure is’, I replied whilst rolling my eyes. ‘Look, diaper’, she said pointing at the little diaper that was attached to the doll, ‘like you’. I chose to ignore that comment. She then showed me how to hold the baby doll and how to rock it to sleep. I painfully indulged her and rocked the baby doll back and forth. Sophie then got out a little baby bottle and gave it to me. ‘It hungry’, she told me. I rolled my eyes again and reluctantly pretended to feed the doll with the baby bottle. Sophie giggled and clapped her hands. I then took the bottle out. ‘I think it’s full now’, I suggested. ‘Now you’, Sophie said. ‘What?’ I asked confused. ‘You drink bottle’, Sophie instructed. ‘No thank you’, I said politely. ‘You drink bottle’, Sophie repeated. ‘No, I don’t want to’, I said slightly more agitated. ‘Baby drink milk, ‘Sophie said, ‘you are baby. ‘I’m not a baby’, I told her. ‘You are baby’, she said again. ‘I’M NOT A BABY!’ I shouted. Sophie’s bottom lip quickly began to tremble before she started crying loudly. ‘Shh Shh, I’m sorry’, I said trying to calm her down. She continued wailing until I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Lana and my mother walked in. Lana quickly went over to Sophie and wrapped her arms around her. ‘Sweetheart, what’s happened?’ she asked whilst looking worried. ‘He shout at me’, Sophie said and pointed to in my direction. Suddenly, I could sense everybody’s heads turn to face me. ‘She called me a baby’, I said trying to defend myself. ‘For goodness sake’, my mother said angrily, ‘she’s only a little girl, she doesn’t understand’. Sophie continued crying loudly. ‘I’ll take her downstairs’, said Lana who held onto her daughter tightly. As they left the room, I gulped as my mother turned her attention to me.   7)     The Punishment ‘I don’t understand why you would shout at her’, my mother said angrily. ‘She called me a baby’, I said trying to defend myself, ‘she wanted me to pretended to drink from that baby bottle’. My mother picked up the little baby bottle that belonged to one of Sophie’s dolls and shook her head in dismay. ‘She wanted to play with you and instead you’ve gone and upset my best friend’s daughter’, my mother said sternly, ‘you’re worse than a little kid’. Suddenly, she sat on the bed and quickly pulled me over her lap. ‘Mom!’ I said in shock, ‘what are you doing?’ She didn’t reply and untaped my diaper before opening up the back of it, exposing my bottom. ‘Your attitude during this trip has been terrible’, my mother said angrily, ‘if you want to act like a naughty toddler, then I’ll spank you like a naughty toddler’. That was when I knew exactly what my mother was intending to do. I hadn’t been spanked since I was about six-years-old but I remembered how much it hurt. ‘Mom, please don’t’, I begged, ‘I’m sorry’. She didn’t reply and instead I felt a sharp pain on my bottom. SMACK I yelped in pain as my mother began to spank me. SMACK SMACK SMACK ‘OW!’I cried, ‘please stop!’ SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Each swat seemed to be harder than the last. I wriggled around in discomfort but my mother held me firmly in place as she continued spanking me. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK At this point, I started blubbering like a baby. I tried to beg her to stop but I could barely get my words out. SMACK SMACK SMACK Finally, she stopped and quickly taped my diaper back on. I stood back up where my mother gave me some time to get my emotions under control. ‘Maybe next time you’ll think twice before shouting at an innocent little girl’, she said sternly. ‘I will’, I replied whilst catching my breath. My bottom felt like it was on fire and I tried my best to ignore it. ‘Now, I think you should go down and apologise to Sophie’, said my mother. I nodded. I noticed her picking up the little plastic baby bottle before we headed downstairs. As we walked into the living room, Sophie was playing with some toys on the carpet whilst Lana watched over her. ‘Sophie’, said my mother, ‘I think Tommy has got something he would like to say to you’. I gulped as all of the attention was now on me. ‘I’m sorry I shouted at you’, I said as sincerely as possible. Sophie didn’t seem bothered and moved closer to her mother. ‘I hope you understand how much you’ve upset her’, Lana said in a disappointed tone. ‘I think Tommy has learned his lesson’, replied my mother, ‘he has a very sore bottom underneath his diaper’. I blushed knowing that Lana now realised that I had been spanked like a naughty child. ‘It was all because of this’, my mother said holding up the little plastic bottle, ‘Sophie wanted him to pretend to drink from it and he decided to shout at her instead’. ‘I said I was sorry’, I replied, ‘give me the bottle, I’ll pretend to drink it now’. Lana thought for a second before a smile appeared on her face. ‘Hold on’, she said grinning, ‘I’ve got something better’. She quickly headed into the kitchen for a few minutes. I tried to apologise to Sophie again but she continued to ignore me. After a few more minutes, Lana came back in holding a bottle similar to the little plastic one but instead it was much bigger. ‘What’s that?’ I asked. ‘It’s one of Sophie’s old baby bottles’, she giggled, ‘I figured it would be better to drink out of one more appropriate to your size’. ‘What’s in it?’ I questioned as I observed the white liquid inside. ‘Warm milk’, she replied, ‘it matches the pretend bottle’. She held out the bottle, I reluctantly took it and sat down on the sofa. I couldn’t believe that I was actually about to drink warm milk out of a real baby bottle. However, by this point, Sophie had taken an interest in what was happening. ‘Look’, said Lana to her daughter, ‘Tommy wants to play nicely now’. She noticed me sobbing quietly. ‘Baby is sad’, Sophie observed. ‘That’s because baby has a sore bottom’, replied my mother. Sophie pointed to my Mom. ‘Mommy feed baby’, she smiled. The two women laughed but I didn’t find it amusing. ‘That’s not going to happen’, I replied. ‘Oh, go on Tommy’ Lana chuckled, ‘it’s the least you can do after what happened earlier’. I watched in dismay as my mother decided to play along and took the bottle from my hand before sitting next to me on the sofa. She ushered me to lay across her lap. I knew that no matter how much I tried to protest, this was going to happen. I lay in my mother’s arms as she held the nipple of the bottle to my lips. ‘Open wide baby’, she cooed. I rolled my eyes in disbelief and allowed her stick the nipple of the bottle into my mouth. I gently started to suck on it and my mouth quickly filled up with warm milk. I did my best to swallow it as I adjusted to the taste. I hadn’t had warm milk since I was around two-years-old and it felt very strange to be drinking it again. It didn’t take long before I got used to sucking on the bottle as a steady flow of milk continued to slide down my throat. I was hoping that I would only have to drink a few drops but as my mother held the bottle firmly in place, I could do nothing but continue drinking. Sophie now seemed a lot happier and clapped her hands with delight. ‘Baby drink milk’, she cheered. ‘That’s right, Sophie’, my mother smiled, ‘baby Tommy is drinking milk from his bottle’. I cringed every time my mother referred to me as ‘baby Tommy’, although I couldn’t really argue, especially in my current situation. After what seemed like an eternity, I finished the last drop of milk. My mother allowed me to get up off of her lap and sit back down on the sofa. ‘Good boy for finishing all of your milk’, she cooed. I chose to ignore her and hoped that my embarrassment would end there. - Later that evening, we had dinner. Thankfully, no more was said about the bottle incident. Lana and my mother had a chat while I did my best to stay out of the conversation. Afterwards, I watched a bit of TV before it was time for bed. I was allowed to have a shower before bed which was very refreshing. However, as I walked back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my waist, my jaw dropped open in shock. There in the corner of the room stood a pink crib. ‘Is that a crib?’ I exclaimed. ‘Do you like it?’ my Mom asked, ‘the bed you’ve been sleeping in is actually Sophie’s old crib, just with the bars taken off. It didn’t take long to fix them back on again’. ‘But why have you turned it back into a crib?’ I asked nervously. My mother sighed. ‘I thought putting you in a diaper would help you to start acting your age but it doesn’t seem to be doing anything’, she said in a slightly disappointed tone, ‘I thought if I took things a step further, it might encourage you to change your attitude’. ‘Mom, please don’t make me sleep in a crib’, I begged, ‘don’t you think this punishment has gone far enough?’ ‘After upsetting Sophie earlier, I think a crib is where you belong’, my mother replied, ‘now lie down so I can get a clean diaper on you’. ‘Mom?’, I asked, ‘can I please have my normal underwear back?’ ‘Tommy, I’m not having this conversation again’, my mother replied bluntly, ‘I’ve already told you, you’re in diapers for the remainder of our trip’. I let out a loud sigh as I let my towel drop to the floor and made my way over to the crib. As I lay down, my mother took almost no time at all as she slid the fresh diaper underneath me before powdering me and fastening it. She was quickly becoming an expert at diaper changing, much to my dismay. As I got myself underneath the duvet, Lana and Sophie suddenly appeared in the doorway. ‘Hey you two’, Lana smiled, ‘the crib looks great’. ‘It sure does’, my mother replied, ‘I think Tommy will certainly think twice before upsetting Sophie again’. I blushed. ‘Well, Sophie was just heading to bed but she had a little something that she wanted to give to Tommy’, explained Lana. As Sophie approached me, she held out a pacifier. ‘For baby’, she said. ‘Aw that’s so sweet’, my mother giggled. ‘She noticed how upset he was earlier’, replied Lana, ‘so she wanted to give him one’. ‘That’s adorable’, my mother smiled before turning to me, ‘what do you say?’ ‘Thanks’ I mumbled. ‘I think you can do a bit better than that’, she replied. As I looked at my mother, I suddenly feared getting another spanking. ‘I meant…thank you for letting me use your pacifier, Sophie’, I said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. Sophie held up the pacifier. ‘Open baby’, she smiled. I swallowed the last of my pride and opened my mouth as Sophie placed the pacifier into it. My natural instincts took over and I started to suck on it pathetically. ‘Aw, is that better?’ cooed Lana, ‘babies love their pacifier’. I did my best to ignore her. After saying good night, Lana and Sophie left. To my dismay, my mother raised the side of the crib before locking it into place. I suddenly felt like a prisoner. I watched as my mother walked over to the door and turned off the light before looking at me. ‘Let’s hope we have a better day tomorrow’, she said. I took the pacifier out. ‘I will’, I replied, 'but can I at least have the side of the crib down?' ‘After everything that’s happened today, I think it's better to keep the side up. I also suggest that you keep that pacifier in your mouth until the morning’, my mother warned. I quickly stuck the rubber nipple back into my mouth and started sucking on it again. ‘Night night sweetheart’, my mother said before closing the door. As I lay in the crib, I was desperate to take the pacifier out. However, I feared that my mother could walk back in at any moment and so I decided to keep it in my mouth. The room was silent except for the constant sound of the pacifier being sucked which only made my babyish punishment more apparent. I just hoped that tomorrow would be less embarrassing.

Maddison listened closely to her mommy and fully understood her new role as a big sister; she felt completely confident about using her pull-up and the potty. Maddison hugged her mommy and said, "Okay, Mommy, I'm ready now—I've got my padded 'PhD' bottom and I'm a big sister." ================================== Emilly got a little upset and tried to return the smack she had received; as Alice stuck her bottom up to crawl away, Emilly landed a hit with her mittened hand, while Ana waited to see her daughter's reaction.

Madison really couldn't understand because before all this Emily and her were pretty good friends, so she didn't understand the change of attitude. "Well princess she's just being a little grump this is a huge change for her, like I said I think she's just testing the limits and she's just a little confused about why you're considered a big girl when you need diapers and nurse." After running the hair brush through Madison's hair Camilla picked up a comb and gently continued, "You just need to remind her of her status, talking too, diaper checks, comments, encouragement and a good dose of punishment like spankings will do wonders. There we go all done now are you ready to be and leave big sister?" Camilla asked I see took out a scrunchie. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Awwwwwww there, I didn't think someone who's smaller than me could burp so big." Alice commented with a giggle before giving her new little sister a hard swat on her bottom, Emily quickly yelped before rubbing her mitten hands on her padded bottom. "Now baby Madison is your big sister and so am I so be good or big sissy gonny pank you again." Alice said Crossing her arms trying to do an invitation of Ana which Ana couldn't help but giggle at.

That is interesting. A buddy of mine had a Diaper Genie in his upstairs bathroom for his kids' pull-ups until a couple of years ago, when they stopped needing them. They would probably have appreciated not having the word "Diaper" emblazoned on it! They were about 10 and 13 when it finally left.  We had a Diaper Genie when our kids were young, but I didn't appreciate having to buy their branded liners. For my own diaper can, which is in our walk-in closet, I went with a stainless pedal-lift top unit that takes kitchen bags. It does a pretty good job, however I am only diapered for #1. If #2 diapers were going into the can, I would probably buy the most hermetically sealed one I could find. The inside of our kids' one smelled like Satan's septic tank, back in the day. 

This deserved its victory! Greay story!