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The day started without a hitch. I went to all of my boring classes and ate lunch, and there was nothing uneventful for most of the day. Finally it was time for gym class, and then I could go home. I was going to try to pee in my diaper when I got home so that I could use up another one, and hopefully take care of the entire package before school on Monday. I got dressed for gym, which was easy since I just had to change shirts and take my skirt off. I went into the gymnasium and sat on the bleachers while I waited for everyone else to get out there. I noticed our PE teacher, Ms. Lang, dragging out the mats we used for doing sit-ups. I groaned inwardly since I hated doing stupid sit-ups. But it was time for the presidential physical fitness crap, so I wouldn�t be surprised. Finally it was time for class to begin. �Alright class, today we are doing the sit-up test for the Presidential Physical Fitness test. I know that some of you may not like this, and may think that it is just a day to goof off, but this is serious. How you do on this will affect your grade in this class some, so I don�t want to catch you slacking!� I was glad I had ditched the diaper, I would hate to hear the crinkling that the thing would make while doing sit-ups. We were told to pair up and get ready to go, so I went to find Sarah and see if she wanted to be my partner. She was with Courtney already though, although I am not sure why she would be seen with that little tramp. I looked around, but everyone already had a partner. �I will hold your feet for you Tali, since everyone else has a partner. One person get on the mat and we will go when I blow the whistle. Hurry up now.� I went and put my back on the mat and bent my knees waiting to do the sit-ups, and soon Ms. Lang grabbed her feet. Ms. Lang looked up before she got ready to blow her whistle, and she noticed that Tali had nothing on under her gym shorts. Ms. Lang turned beet red, and then grabbed Tali and pulled her to her feet. �You girls practice doing sit-ups, I have to go to the office right now. If you act up you will be running for the rest of the hour. Tali, you come with me!� Tali wasn�t sure what was wrong, but from the anger in Ms. Lang�s face it couldn�t be good. Tali was drug off towards the office behind Ms. Lang. As they walked, Tali tried to figure out what she had done. Surely her mom hadn�t called and told her teachers that she was supposed to be wearing diapers, but she wouldn�t put it past her. They were approaching the office though, so Tali was about to find out what she had did wrong. Ms. Lang flung the door open, and then Tali meekly walked inside. �Mrs. Rasky, please call this young lady�s mother right this instant.� Ms. Lang did not look happy at all, but I still wasn�t sure why. Maybe I shouldn�t have been smiling during sit-up time or something. This made me laugh a little, but when Ms. Lang looked back at me the laugh died in my throat. �She is not even decently dressed for school today�she doesn�t have any underwear on at all!� My breath caught in my throat as I thought about her looking up my shorts. �What were you doing looking in the first place Ms. Lang? That�s just gross! And what I wear is none of anyone else�s business at all! Now can I go?� My attempt at anger didn�t work too well though, and Mrs. Rasky picked up the phone and started to dial. I went and sat down on the couch and waited for the inevitable, and I knew that things would be bad since I could hear my mom yelling on the other end of the phone. I waited, and after about 30 minutes my mom stormed in the door and into the office. �I�m sorry about this Ms�Ms�� �Ms. Lang, and it is no problem. It isn�t your fault that your daughter doesn�t obey you. I assume you didn�t approve of this?� �Not in the least, she was supposed to be well diapered but I guess she got out of that.� �Diapered?� Ms. Lang smiled a sadistic smile as she looked at me, and I just hung my head in shame. I stood up, and my mom grabbed me and led me out of the room. �I will tell the rest of the class where you went Tali, don�t worry.� I panicked, but I had no time to worry about it because I was being drug from the school. My mom put me in the car and drove home in stony silence, not saying a word. I feared this even more than if she would have went off on me. We went into the house, and I wasn�t sure what to expect from her. ------------------------------------------------------------------ I walked into the house and sat down on the couch, hoping to act all pissed off at my mom and get out of any trouble I might get into. As I was finding out about all of my little tricks I used to get what I wanted with other people, they were extremely ineffective when it came to my mother. As I sat there I felt a hand grab my ear and tug, and then I was coming back over the top of the couch. I didn�t know that my mom was that strong, but then again I was learning new things all of the time. I was literally dragged by my ear up the stairs, and then into my room. I found out I could crawl surprisingly well as I tried to keep up with her. Finally she pointed at my bed and just waited for me to obey her command and hop up there. I did, of course, and she just glared at me for a moment until I was cowering before her gaze, literally shaking in my shoes. This was not turning out to be a good week. �You have done more than disappoint me young lady, you have made me furious. I can�t remember being this mad at you since you were playing in the middle of the road when you were 5. I did something that day that made an impression on you so you never played in the road again, and I guess something like that is called for again. Come over here.� My mom went and pulled out my desk chair and sat down in it, and I realized what was in store for me. �Mom�this is going a little too far, don�t you think? If we can just drop this whole thing I will do anything you ask�I will clean the house for you completely for the rest of the month, I will watch Jerrod whenever you want to go out, I will get a job and pay you back for all of the time you spent on laundry this week and the diapers you bought, and I will even stay home for an entire month. Can we please not do this?� �Before I blister your butt I will explain something to you young lady. In this country there are child labor laws. These protect babies and other small children from being put to work. Other than a diaper commercial, I don�t think that you can work anywhere in this town. Now come over here.� �I AM NOT A BABY! THIS HAS GONE FAR ENOUGH! I have played along for you mom, but I am 17 years old and almost an adult. You can treat me as such and punish me properly, or you can get the hell out of my room and we will consider this matter closed! Which will it be?� �You will not talk to your mother like that young lady. You have approximately 3 seconds to get over here before I show you how big of a mistake you have made. 1�� Tali looked doubtful for a second, but then stood her ground. She was going to show her mom that she was serious, and she thought that her mom would back down. �2�3. I was serious Tali, and I don�t think you realize just how serious.� She got up and walked towards Tali, but Tali didn�t back down this time. �I�m not kidding mom, you need to learn to respect me for who I am!� Tali thought this final plea was sure to crack her mother�s anger and her aggression. Her mother kept coming though. �You have to earn respect, and you haven�t done that yet. Now keep in mind this will hurt me more than it hurts you.� As I heard these infamous words I knew that I was really in trouble and I braced myself for the pain that was coming. My mother pulled me over to the chair and almost took my arm out of its socket, and then sat down and pulled me over her knee. She managed to pull my shorts down with one hand and had them around my ankles after another 10 seconds. I tried to pull them back up but my hand was smacked so hard I could think about nothing else. That lasted for a full 2 seconds before my mother�s hand started smacking my butt furiously. I decided that I wouldn�t give her any satisfaction and I wouldn�t show that they hurt, and I even started to count aloud while she did it just to aggravate her further. I wasn�t sure what had gotten into me today, but I wasn�t in the mood to take any shit from anyone and it wasn�t working out for me at all. After I counted to 50 out loud I had to stop as my tears finally broke free. I kept counting in my head out of habit, and about the time I got to 122 I saw my brother in the doorway. He almost started to laugh, but then he saw the tears in my eyes and I think I might have seen pity cross his face. He liked to terrorize me and I liked to do the same, but we never tried to take it to this level. His brave actions next were deserving of a medal of honor, but still didn�t work. �Mom, I have some homework that you really need to look at. Can you come down and check it? I need to get it done before I forgot how to do it.� I felt a great deal of love enter my heart for the little guy, but it did no good. �Your homework can wait Jerrod, I am very busy at the moment. Now run along.� She did all of this without missing a beat, and Jerrod did run along. I didn�t blame him at all, I doubt I would have even tried what he just tried if I were in his shoes. My mom kept going, and kept going, and then she kept going. I lost count at about 200, and I would not be lying if I told you it was the most pain I had ever experienced in my life. Finally she stopped, and as she rolled me off of her lap onto the floor my butt exploded as it bounced against the ground. I started bawling completely then, and I didn�t even notice my mother leaving the room. After about 10 minutes I actually noticed that she came back in, and she had a roll of packing tape and half of a bar of soap in her arms. I felt that I knew what was coming, and I started to cry anew. �Please mommy don�t make me put the soap in my mouth! If you tape that in then I could choke! Please mommy!� I was finally beyond any of my ploys to manipulate my mom into getting my way, I was simply breaking down and begging. She came over and started running her fingers through her hair trying to sooth me. �I wouldn�t tape the soap in your mouth�that could hurt you. I�m not trying to hurt you Tali, I am just trying to help you become a better person. But you haven�t learned how to respect other people yet, or how to appreciate things. I�m sorry honey, but this is for your own good. Now come up on the bed.� I just obliged her, and laid down on the bed with only my shirt on. She went and got a diaper out and came back over to the bed, and then grabbed my legs. She lifted up my legs and then placed the diaper under me, and then pulled it up between my legs. She taped it up quickly and then pulled me to my feet and of course I didn�t resist. I stood on my feet and as she started lifting my arms I lifted them up the rest of the way for her. She brought the tape over then, and she started circling my body around the top of my diaper to make sure that there was no way I was getting it off without some major cutlery. Once she was done she pulled me back to the bed and made me lay down again. �Now Tali, you will lay on the bed and not get up the entire time I am gone. I want you to look at your clock there and keep this bar of soap in your mouth for 10 minutes straight so that you realize how filthy it sounds when you disrespect your mother. After that time just lay here and think about what you have done today and what you should have done differently. If you have to go to the bathroom use your diaper, and I will leave your brother in charge so I will know if you disobey me. Don�t make me discipline you any more, please. Now I am going and I will be back in a couple of hours.�

This is NOT a good place to get medical advice but I suspect Mum isn’t a great source for it either.  I for one have NEVER heard of diaper use creating prostate issues.  As I’ve said before, I think it’s far more likely that this is just something she’s using as ammunition for throwing shade at a practice of yours that she does not like. I guess if things came to a head here you could seek medical advice to confirm the supposition that nappy use doesn’t create prostate issues.  I suspect however that your Mum will simply move on to a new objection should her first be discredited. To the extent that you hurt nobody else in that activity (no unconsenting involvement of others, paying for own your nappies and cleaning up for yourself) then this is nobody’s business except yours. You repeatedly mention shame and humiliation.  Nobody should judge you should you crave these things.  As @Little Sherri has said, it’s not as though you chose those desires.  You’re just the one left to deal with them. BUT I see one “risk” here. If shame and humiliation is derived through nappy-related interactions with other unconsenting people then that IS a problem: for them AND you.  Something to keep in mind.  

I firmly believe that the variety of things we experience as a young person will certainly impact the character of whom you mature to be. I had a very active sex life very young and also became very fixated with diapers very young and I certainly think my experiences reflect exactly who I am today. It's terribly unfortunate that people have traumatic sexual abuse, however many males tend to have ongoing homosexual encounters, definitely associated with a previous experience 

frozen pizza tonight.  Trying something new.  Screaming Sicilian Detroit Style.   Got some in the freezer I need to pull out.  

I use a high capacity diaper and I size up from my normal size. I use 2 booster pads. I can’t sleep in plastic pants, too uncomfortable for me.