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By Amixofthings · Posted
I seldom mess, so I usually will go in the potty for that. Sometimes I will use the potty for pee if I just want to keep wearing it for longer. It helps that Goodnites are my go-to so pulling them off and on is less of a deal. Plus I can pretend I'm potty training. I'll also use the toilet if I know what I'm wearing is already wet wouldn't hold another wetting. -
A humbling unexpected leak got me today at work. I was lucky it was a small one. My cover did it's job and I only had to dry part of it after I realized I hadn't put a spare cover in my bag. Also my fault for not checking myself earlier with how my OAB was acting up today. It's not a matter of if leaks will happen but when will they happen and today was my day. Thankfully my pants didn't get wet, this time. -
By Youneeddiapers · Posted
Chapter 13 When they finally reached the principal’s office, the secretary opened the door and gave Bradley a quick, sympathetic glance that only twisted his stomach tighter. Nothing could save him now. Principal Eleanor Hargrove looked up from her desk as the secretary slipped out, leaving the door ajar. She had warm brown hair that fell in soft, shoulder-length waves around a surprisingly youthful face for a woman in her early forties. Rising from her chair, she offered a warm, maternal smile. Her simple dress and modest heels lent her an air that was equal parts nurturing and quietly authoritative. Bradley knew this office far too well—countless visits for the same petty offenses: forgotten assignments, chronic tardiness, poor grades. Each time ended the same: Mrs. Hargrove leaning forward, hazel eyes steady, voice calm but firm. “Bradley, you need to get your act together. I know you’re capable of more.” He’d nod, promise change, and then do nothing. “Good to see you again, Michelle!” she exclaimed, stepping forward with open arms. She pulled Michelle into a tight, genuine hug—the kind saved for old friends. “It’s so good to see you—even under these circumstances. ”Michelle returned the embrace warmly. “I wish we were here about Katie instead. It's usually good news then.” Before Bradley could process the exchange, Principal Hargrove turned and enveloped him in a firm hug, patting his back—and, with unmistakable deliberation, the thickly padded seat of his shorts. “Poor lamb,” she murmured. “I already know all about Saturday at Walmart. It was the main topic in the faculty lounge this morning. ”Bradley’s blood turned to ice. He hadn’t even considered that a teacher might have witnessed his public humiliation—or worse, that the staff had spent their coffee hour gossiping about it. The principal gave Michelle a knowing nod. “I’d have done exactly the same if my eighteen-year-old wet his pants in the middle of the store.” She returned to her chair. “So, what brings you in today?” Bradley stood frozen in the center of the room, face burning beneath the childish outfit, eyes wide as the two women settled in. Michelle cleared her throat, set the diaper bag on the desk with a deliberate thud—the contents shifting and crinkling audibly—then smoothed her skirt and sat. “As you’ve probably already heard in the lounge,” she began matter-of-factly, “I’ve had to put Bradley back in diapers full-time. Too many accidents. So, for the foreseeable future, he stays diapered—day and night, and he is not allowed to take them off himself for any reason.” Principal Hargrove tsked softly, fixing Bradley with a look of mock pity. “My, my. Eighteen years old and still struggling with potty training. How sad.” “I know,” Michelle said with a sigh. “And on top of that, his disobedience, lying, and general irresponsibility have only gotten worse lately. ”The principal nodded. “I’ve noticed the same pattern here at school.” Michelle turned her gaze on Bradley, who wanted to melt through the floor. “Well, I’ve decided on a solution. If he’s going to act like a baby, then that’s exactly how I’m going to treat him.” Mrs. Hargrove’s eyes brightened. “That sounds like an excellent approach. It should be very effective for correcting this kind of behavior.” Michelle looked proud. “Exactly. So, in addition to full-time diapers, he’s on an infant diet, early bedtimes, and constant supervision. For the punishment to work, there can’t be any breaks—not even here at school. That’s why I need your help to keep everything consistent during the day. ”Ms. Hargrove clasped her hands together, nodding enthusiastically. “Absolutely, Michelle. We’ll make sure every teacher follows your guidelines to the letter—no exceptions, no shortcuts. Consistency between home and school is essential, and we’re fully on board. ”Bradley’s stomach lurched violently. This wasn’t mere approval—the principal sounded delighted. The entire school was about to mirror his home regimen with perfect precision. Before the conversation could continue, a ripple of snickers drifted through the open doorway. Three senior boys had their heads poked around the frame, eyes gleaming with confirmation of whatever rumors they’d heard. Principal Hargrove’s smile vanished. She turned sharply. “Bradley, sweetheart, would you close the door, please? ”He obeyed instantly, pivoting to push it shut. As he did, Mrs. Hargrove drew in a soft breath and let out a knowing chuckle. “Oh my goodness… look at those thighs. ”Her gaze lingered on the fresh, vivid handprints glowing across the backs of his legs.She turned back to Michelle with a small, approving smile. “Someone was already naughty this morning, wasn’t he? Still bright red. I see you’re still using spankings. ”Bradley’s face went from red to scarlet. Michelle gave a light chuckle. “Yes. He threw a little tantrum before we left. He needed a firm reminder.” Mrs. Hargrove smiled wider. She reached into her purse on the floor, pulled out a large wooden hairbrush, and held it up casually. “I keep this one handy for when I have to step in at home. My three little ones—all under twelve—still get it regularly when they step out of line. Though lately they’ve been improving… unlike this young man.” She gave Bradley a pointed look. He shrank under her stare, the implication cutting deeper than the lingering sting on his thighs. Her eyes suddenly brightened, as if a new thought had just occurred to her. “Speaking of discipline… I only recently discovered the school district never actually banned corporal punishment. Everyone assumed it ended in the early eighties, but it was simply that parents stopped signing the consent forms, so the practice faded away. ”Michelle’s face lit with sudden excitement. “Really? You can spank him here at school too?” “Yes—and not just me. Any staff member is permitted, provided the parent has signed the consent form on file. The policy is surprisingly permissive: any implement, any state of dress, witnesses allowed… as long as everything is documented.” “Wow,” Michelle breathed, already reaching for her pen. “I never brought it up because I thought it was banned. I’m thrilled he’ll receive the same consistent discipline here that he gets at home. Where do I sign?” Mrs. Hargrove set the hairbrush aside and retrieved a single sheet from a side drawer—the official corporal punishment consent form. Michelle didn't even read it and signed with a decisive flourish. “Done.” “I’m sure his teachers will be relieved when they learn you’ve authorized it,” the principal said with a small smile. “They’ll finally be able to maintain effective discipline with Bradley.” Bradley’s breath snagged in his throat. Teachers could spank him now. The office suddenly felt suffocating; his knees trembled. Mrs. Hargrove’s gaze shifted. “Now, let’s address the elephant in the room.” She reached across the desk, lifted one of the thick, crinkly diapers from the open diaper bag, and held it up between her manicured fingers. “How are we going to handle his changes?” “I was hoping the school nurse could take care of them,” Michelle suggested, “if she’s willing.” The principal nodded and picked up the phone. “Anna, could you come to my office, please?” Moments later the door opened. A young woman in her mid-twenties stepped inside—bright-eyed, warm smile, gentle confidence radiating from her. Bradley recognized her instantly: Nurse Anna, the new school nurse. She had soft features, striking green eyes… and right now, the sight of her made his face blaze. The mental image hit him hard—her peeling away his soiled diaper, wiping him clean, powdering him, taping a fresh diaper snugly around his waist while she smiled that sweet, professional smile. Shame surged through him so fiercely he couldn’t meet her eyes. “Anna, this is Michelle and her son Bradley,” Mrs. Hargrove said warmly. “Bradley has been returned to full-time diapers due to frequent daytime accidents. We’re wondering whether you’d be able to manage his changes throughout the school day.” Nurse Anna circled him slowly, studying him with open curiosity. Her gaze settled on the obvious padded bulge beneath his shorts. “Aw, poor thing. A little old to still be struggling with potty training, aren’t you?” She tilted her head, considering. “I’ve never changed an eighteen-year-old before, but I babysat through college and handled plenty of toddlers. I can absolutely manage his diapering needs… and honestly, I don’t mind at all. He looks adorable like this.” Without warning, her hand settled on his thickly padded bottom and delivered several firm, deliberate pats—pat-pat-pat-pat. The loud crinkle echoed in the small room like gunfire.“I’ll take good care of the little guy,” she promised, smiling down at him. Bradley’s cheeks burned hotter; mortification flooded every inch of him as Michelle and the principal exchanged approving glances. Michelle exhaled in visible relief. “Thank you so much. I’m sorry he’s such a handful.” She slid the diaper bag across the desk toward Nurse Anna. “Everything you’ll need is in here—wipes, powder, rash cream, and plenty of spare diapers.” Nurse Anna grabbed a Post-it from the principal’s desk, scrawled BRADLEY THOMPSON in large block letters, and stuck it firmly to the bag. “Oh—and one more thing,” Michelle added. “You’ll need to check his diaper regularly. Not just to see if he’s used it—but to make sure he’s still wearing it. I have a feeling he’s already thinking about trying to take it off… but if he does, he’s in serious trouble.” She picked up the hairbrush still lying on the desk and held it up meaningfully, letting it catch the light. Bradley’s face went scarlet. “Don’t worry,” Mrs. Hargrove said calmly. “I’ll email all of Bradley’s teachers with clear instructions: they’re to check his diaper at the start of every hour and send him directly to Nurse Anna if it’s wet or soiled. He is to use his diaper for all his toileting needs. I’ll also inform them that you’ve signed the corporal punishment consent form.” She turned to Bradley, voice dropping into that syrupy, condescending tone adults reserve for small children. “That means your teachers now have full permission to spank you, Bradley. And your mommy has authorized bare-bottom spankings in front of the class whenever they deem it necessary. Do you understand?” Bradley gulped, the room tilting slightly. Teachers. In front of everyone. Bare. His knees felt liquid. He managed a tiny, trembling nod. “Yes, ma’am.” “Perfect.” Mrs. Hargrove beamed. “Michelle, we’ll notify his teachers immediately. They’ll perform diaper checks at the beginning of each hour and send him to the nurse as needed. Any misbehavior will be reported at once—and teachers may administer spankings whenever they feel it necessary.” “Thank you,” Michelle said, voice thick with gratitude. She rose and exchanged a warm, lingering hug with the principal. “Knowing he’ll be properly supervised and corrected here takes such a weight off my shoulders.” “We’re happy to help,” Mrs. Hargrove replied, returning the embrace. The school bell rang—sharp, warning. The principal glanced at the clock. “That’s the warning bell, Bradley. You’d better head to class. We don’t want you late on your first day under the new rules.” Michelle fixed him with a final stern look. “Behave, young man. I’ll pick you up after school. ”Bradley turned, legs unsteady, cheeks flaming, and hurried out. The day had barely begun, and already he was drowning: hourly checks, public changes, the constant threat of bare-bottom spankings hanging over every class period like a storm cloud. -
Whoa, what a rollercoaster! I have to remember that teenagers are naturally selfish - "adolescent egocentrism" - just have to hope Martina's tough love will work. Marcus remains a real wildcard here - Amber might realise she's rushing into marriage or she might double-down to try to wash away the humiliation. The possibilities are very intriguing!
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