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My partner will check me a few times throughout the day and she'll then change me if she's not busy.

I don't know if it was my comment that made you want to stop. But in any case, I also think you should continue the story, since many people like it. However, the AI Stories subforum would be a better place for it.

You're correct. This, and the logistics are the limitation. But for now I'm okay with this. To me diapers are something that needs to be in balance with the rest of my life. I (hope) there's more to me than just what type of underwear I decide to choose. Furthermore I believe it's also a choice my partner gets to make, because she will have to deal with the results. Just like when you're buying a car, or deciding to have a kid. There's consequences she gets to (not) be okay with. Frankly I want to bedwet to some degree, but also think the consequences of doing so all the time are too limiting.    @tuffy I'm glad to hear you've been able to walk this line for the last 20 years or so. I might just aspire to do the same. In my daytime I kinda notice I might already be there. The first day of wearing I'm super conscious of when I'm letting go. After the first night I seem to wet much more often and freely. If/when I decide to go back to underwear I have to remind myself to not let go. But it's definitely a behavioral change, and not me actually needing diapers. Rather, it's getting used to using them a lot.  It's also interesting to hear how or why you decide to stop. It seems a very healthy way to go about it. Letting yourself wear 24/7 when you want to, but if it's not convenient or doable you simply don't. That kind of attitude can be looked over easily when browsing this forum. Especially for people starting out who might be in binge/purge cycles. Myself I went through this phase of wanting to wear as much as I could, to the point where I might not see my friends for a bit, or do any sports. Now I've learned that it's not just diapers that can make me happy, and that there's more to life which can fulfill me. Therefore, this approach sounds like it's not special, but I believe it actually is.  I like you're cloth diapering idea to work. I've been doing that with disposables , which I then want to use because otherwise it's just a waste to wear them. Mainly to as you say "scratch the itch". But with cloth you can indeed just not use them and wear them again later. Do you wear anything inside the pullup like an insert or a fitted diaper?  I've been overthinking getting a fitted diaper or some more inserts to match the pupus pocket diapers I have right now. But they always leak. Most likely due to compression.

CHAPTER 9 FIRST DIAPER CHANGE --- The November rain beat quietly against the large windows of the company headquarters. The grey sky had pressed down so low that the top floors of the buildings across the street occasionally disappeared into the fog, and hardly any natural light reached the conference room. The LED lights burning above the long table made the atmosphere bright but strangely colorless, as if the whole room had been waiting for something no one yet dared to say aloud. The board members arrived one by one. The greetings were polite, the conversation drifted to the weather, the market situation, and weekend plans, but Aino barely heard any of it. She sat at the side of the table with her laptop open in front of her and went through her calculations one more time — calculations she had already checked at least four times over the past week. Not a single number had changed. Not a single conclusion had changed. She closed the file slowly and took a deep breath. Elisa sat beside her, more straight-backed than usual. Her black jacket was carefully ironed, her hair tied neatly at the nape of her neck, and her face revealed almost nothing. Only the index finger of her right hand tapped almost imperceptibly on the edge of the table, in a steady rhythm that Aino had learned to recognize as a sign that Elisa was more focused than usual. On the other side of the room, Juhani was talking with two board members, looking exceptionally relaxed. He laughed loudly at some joke, leaned back in his chair for a moment, and raised his coffee cup to his lips as if it had been just any ordinary Monday morning. Aino glanced at Elisa. "Does it feel strange to you too?" she asked quietly. Elisa followed Juhani with her gaze for a few seconds before answering. "A little." It was the first time in weeks that Elisa had sounded uncertain. The door opened one more time, and the last board member entered carrying a thick folder. The chairman waited until everyone had found their seats, tapped the table lightly with his pen, and opened the meeting in his usual calm manner. The first items moved quickly. The minutes from the previous meeting were approved without comment, the financial review was gone through on schedule, and a few investment proposals received unanimous approval with almost no discussion. Aino noticed the tension growing with each item that passed on the agenda. Finally, the chairman lifted his gaze from his papers. "Next, we have the Baltic business review." The room fell almost completely silent. Elisa nodded to Aino. Aino stood up, opened the first slide of her presentation, and turned her gaze to the board members. "Mr. Chairman, I have reviewed the figures and processes of the Baltic project," she began calmly. "The aim of the review has been to assess the quality of decision-making, the profitability of the investments, and the accuracy of the reporting." She clicked to the next slide. "Unfortunately, several points have emerged where the reported figures do not match the facts. Furthermore, our group's internal policies and regulations have been violated at multiple stages." Just then, Elisa turned her gaze to Juhani for the first time. Juhani did not look at all like a man whose career was about to collapse in a few minutes. He sat calmly with his hands folded, watching Aino with a faint smile on his face. Elisa's stomach turned; something was wrong. Aino continued. "The first finding concerns the real estate acquisitions in Tallinn..." Elisa raised her hand ever so slightly, as if she wanted to interrupt and ask for the floor. When Aino didn't react, she shook her head almost imperceptibly. Aino continued her presentation. Elisa felt her heart begin to pound. No. Don't say it! "CEO Juhani Laine has signed the purchase agreements without board approval, even though sufficiently detailed profitability calculations had not been made for the investment." Juhani leaned slowly forward, calmly closed the memo in front of him, and for the first time smiled directly at Aino. "Excuse me for interrupting." Juhani reached across the table and handed a thin blue folder to the chairman. "As I understand it, the claim was that I had made an investment decision without board approval." He opened the folder with calm movements and pulled out a single sheet of paper. "This is a power of attorney given to me by the chairman. The board authorized me to make that decision, provided the purchase price remained within the agreed limits." The chairman accepted the document, glanced at his signature, and nodded slowly. "I remember this." Aino felt her chest tighten. She had gone through the material for that investment several times and had never seen the power of attorney. "I... didn't have this document available to me," she said carefully. Juhani spread his hands. "Then your material has been incomplete." Aino looked at the power of attorney for a long time. The document looked authentic; it was signed by hand and not electronically, as most powers of attorney in the company were signed. A thought crossed her mind that the document could have been prepared retroactively, but she had not the slightest evidence to support her claim. Aino moved to the next slide. "The second finding concerns the office property in Tallinn. In the investment's profitability calculations, the building's rental income has been assessed as unrealistically high. We're talking about an error of about half a million per year." Juhani nodded calmly. "You're absolutely right." Aino lifted her gaze in surprise. "With the current leasable area, the calculation wouldn't be realistic," Juhani continued. "But an intermediate floor has been planned for the building, which, once implemented, would nearly double the leasable area." Juhani pulled papers from his briefcase and handed them to the board for review. "Here are the architect's sketches and a preliminary cost estimate." Several board members leaned in to examine the drawings. "We discussed this already at the Tampere meeting," one of them noted. Aino stood looking at the sketches in silence. She had never seen those either. For a moment, Aino just stood there, until she switched to the next slide. "The third finding concerns the same property's purchase price." Her voice was still calm, but her confidence had begun to crumble. "Based on my analysis, the company paid significantly above the local market price for the building." Juhani was silent for a moment. Then he opened his leather briefcase, pulled out a bound report, and slid it to the center of the table. "This is an assessment from an external, independent real estate appraiser." The report slowly circulated among the board members' hands. "The appraiser places particular emphasis on the area's population growth, future zoning developments, and public transport projects," Juhani said. "Based on these, the purchase price corresponded to the market value at the time of the transaction." The chairman flipped through the assessment for a long time. "The report appears thorough." Another board member nodded. Aino felt her heart beating even harder. Every one of her conclusions had been based on the material she had been given. Now, next to each of her claims, a new document, a new plan, or a new report seemed to appear — ones she had never seen. They all appeared to have been prepared retroactively, but Aino could not prove it. The board seemed to be strongly behind Juhani anyway. Aino could no longer hear anything. The words disappeared somewhere, as if they had sunk into a thick, opaque fog. She saw the board members' lips moving, heard distant murmuring, but no longer understood the sentences. Juhani's gaze rested on her — calm, almost compassionate. Like a parent watching a child who has made a mistake. Aino's hands rested on the table. They didn't feel like her own. She tried to form a thought, any thought, that would help her move, speak, or even breathe normally. But nothing came. Her brain had been sucked dry and empty. Someone asked something. Maybe the chairman. Maybe Elisa. Aino didn't answer. Her gaze was fixed on the blue folder that had been left on the table in front of Juhani. As if it had been waiting only for this moment. Aino felt a kind of jerk in her body — like an electric shock that traveled down her spine. At the same time, a warm sensation spread between her thighs, safely familiar and humiliating at the same time. Her diaper began to slowly fill, and Aino could do nothing about it. Her body had frozen in place. Her legs wouldn't obey, her arms wouldn't rise, and she couldn't open her mouth. Aino stood like a statue in the middle of the conference room, her face burning hot, her diaper soaking wet beneath her skirt. "I see," Aino heard herself say. The voice sounded strange and foreign. It wasn't her voice. "I see," she repeated. No one said anything. Everyone was looking at her. "You rewrite them," Aino finally said. "Like always. Like always before." Juhani's smile had disappeared. His face now wore a cautious, calculating expression, as if he was trying to assess whether Aino was seriously disturbed. Elisa stood up. Her chair legs scraped loudly against the floor. "Excuse me," Elisa said, her voice sharp as a knife. "Aino isn't feeling well. We need to interrupt." Aino didn't react. She still stood in place, her gaze empty, one hand pointing toward Juhani. Elisa came to her side and grasped her arm. "Aino," she said quietly, right by Aino's ear. "Come. Let's go." Aino didn't answer. "Aino." Nothing. Elisa wrapped her arms carefully around Aino and began guiding her toward the door. At first, Aino didn't move at all — her legs seemed rooted to the floor — but then, as if something had clicked inside her, she took one step. Then another. Elisa held onto her the whole way out of the room. Aino walked like a robot, her gaze straight ahead, her face still flushed. She didn't say anything, and she didn't look back. Elisa closed the door behind them and led Aino through the empty lobby. She knew that at the other end of the building there were sauna facilities, mostly used for corporate events. There, they could be in peace. Aino suddenly began to cry on the way. It was hysterical, uncontrollable crying, the kind Aino had never cried before — not even alone at home. The sound burst from her throat like an animal's shriek, echoing through the empty lobby. Tears streamed down her cheeks, smearing her makeup and leaving dark streaks on her skin. Her hands clenched into fists, then opened, then clenched again. Elisa grabbed her by the shoulders, turned her toward herself, but Aino couldn't see anything. She was somewhere far away. Elisa pushed open the door to the sauna facilities and guided Aino inside. The room was small and warm, with light wood on the walls and dark tiles on the floor. The air smelled of clean soap and damp wood. In the changing room, there were a few wooden benches, a mirror, and empty towel hooks. Aino managed only one step before her legs gave out. She collapsed to the floor like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Her bag fell beside her, its contents spilling partially across the floor — pens, a notebook, keys, lip balm. Aino didn't even try to gather them. The crying started again. Aino pressed her face into her hands and rocked back and forth, tears streaming between her fingers and dripping onto the floor tiles. "I can't..." she tried to say, but the words drowned in sobs. "I can't... I can't do this..." Elisa stood still by the door. She didn't know what to do. She was used to controlling situations. She knew how to plan, scheme, talk her way out of even the most difficult places. But this — this wasn't a situation she knew how to handle. She saw a person breaking in front of her, and Elisa didn't know how to fix it. She knelt carefully beside Aino. "Aino..." she said quietly. "Aino, listen..." Aino didn't answer. She just cried, louder and louder. More things had spilled from her bag onto the floor: a pen with bite marks, an old receipt, a small mirror. Elisa also saw the corner of a folded diaper peeking out from the bag. Elisa looked away. "Aino," she tried again. "Try to breathe." No reaction. "Try even a little." Aino sobbed something that might have been "I can't." Elisa bit her lip. Her hands rested on her own knees, and they didn't know where to go. Should she touch? Should she not touch? She had never been good at this. She was good at strategies, numbers, plans. Not this. Then Elisa said what she hadn't intended to say. "Aino... would you like to change your diaper?" The words came out carefully, almost timidly. Aino paused for a moment, glanced up through her tears. Her eyes were red and swollen, her makeup smeared into an indistinct mess on her cheeks. "I mean..." Elisa continued slowly. "You're probably uncomfortable. It might help a little." Aino's lower lip began to tremble even worse. "Do you... do you think I'm dirty?" she asked in a broken voice. Elisa looked at her for a long time. There was no pity or disgust on her face. "No," Elisa said. "I don't. You're not dirty." Aino started crying again. Elisa took a deep breath herself and then placed her hands on Aino's shoulders. "Listen," Elisa said, squeezing gently. "Breathe with me. Slowly. In." She breathed in as an example, long and deep. Aino tried to follow, but the crying made her body tremble, and her breathing wouldn't stay under control. "Out," Elisa guided. "Good. Again. In." It took several minutes before Aino's breathing began to steady. Finally, the loud crying stopped, and Aino remained sitting on the floor, tears still flowing. "Can I..." Elisa began. She paused for a moment. "Can I change your diaper?" Aino lifted her gaze. She was so surprised that her voice rose several octaves. "W-what?" "Can I help?" Elisa repeated quietly. "I can do it. If you want." Aino's cheeks were already flushed, but now the redness deepened even further. She shook her head first, then nodded, then shook it again. "You don't... you don't have to..." Aino stammered. "I know." "It's... it's embarrassing..." "I know." "I..." "Aino." Elisa looked her in the eyes. "May I?" Aino stared at her for a long time. Tears still flowed, but they no longer gushed. Something in Aino's gaze shifted — the shame diminished slightly. And then, very slowly, she nodded. Elisa stood up, turned, and carefully opened Aino's bag. Inside, she found a folded diaper, wet wipes, and a small plastic bag for used diapers. Elisa took the diaper and the wipes, then turned back to Aino. She carefully unbuttoned Aino's skirt and quickly glanced into the eyes of the woman lying before her. They were embarrassed but trusting. "Can you lift up a little?" Elisa asked. Aino raised her hips as much as she could. Elisa smoothly removed the skirt and tights, then moved to open the tabs of the wet diaper. Elisa had never changed even a baby's diaper, so her movements were a little uncertain. Still, she managed to remove the wet diaper from Aino, rolled it tightly, and put it in the pink plastic bag. Then she opened the light blue plastic package and took out a wet wipe. "May I?" "Yeah." Elisa smiled faintly and then began to clean Aino's intimate areas with gentle and respectful movements. She didn't hurry, but neither did she linger — she just wanted to give Aino a clean and calm feeling. Aino squeezed her eyes shut. After a moment, Elisa asked her to lift her bottom; Aino obeyed and at the same time showed with her hand where the new diaper should be placed. Elisa watched for a short moment as Aino lay helplessly on top of the open diaper, waiting. Then Elisa took the front of the diaper, lifted it over Aino's lower abdomen, and began attaching the tapes. Aino held the front edge of the diaper in place; the tapes didn't align perfectly at first, but because of the Velcro closure, it didn't matter. After a few adjustments, all four tapes were positioned so that the diaper felt comfortable on Aino. "Done," Elisa said quietly. Aino opened her eyes. She looked at Elisa for a long time, as if she didn't recognize her. "Why..." Aino began, but her voice faded. Elisa didn't answer immediately. "Because sometimes," Elisa finally said, "a person needs someone to do the things they can't manage to do themselves." Aino nodded slowly. Tears rose to her eyes again, but they were different this time. Calmer. "Thank you," Aino whispered. "You're welcome." Aino had never heard Elisa's voice sound like that. Soft. She wasn't sure if it was real or if she was just imagining it. But it felt good.

Prügelstrafen gehören zur Erziehung. Am wirkungsvollsten sind die Prügelstrafen mit einer Peitsche auf den Po. Die Peitschen mit denen ich gezüchtigt wurde sind Hundepeitschen mit glattem oder geflochtenem Riemen und Riemenpeitschen. In Frankreich heißt die Peitsche Martinet und bei uns Siebenstriem. Beide Peitschen haben einen Holzgriff an dem 7-12 ca. 50 cm lange Lederriemen befestigt sind. Beide Peitschen werden zum auspeitschen ungehorsamer Jungen verwendet. Damit die Züchtigung richtig beschämend ist, sollte eine Auspeitschung immer vor Freunden und Verwandten vollzogen werden. Der auszupeitschende muss sich nackt ausziehen und die Peitsche holen. Wenn er noch Bettnässer ist und Gummihosen trägt darf er die Gummihose anbehalten. Dann gibt er die Peitsche der Mutter oder der Schwester und bittet sie ihn für seinen ungehorsam oder fürs einnässen auszupeitschen. Für den Vollzug der Prügelstrafe wäre ein Prügelbock von Vorteil. Auf dem Prügelbock wird er fest geschnallt und der Po ist für die Peitsche schön straff gespannt. Nach der Prügelstrafe muss er sich in die Ecke stellen damit alle seine Striemen sehen können. Ich bin 3- 4 mal in der Woche und jeden Sonnabend ausgepeitscht worden und es hat mir nicht geschadet. Im Gegenteil.