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I. The Set-up

My name is Dave and I am a 22-y.o. bed wetter. I broke the news of my problem to my g.f. Kate when we were about to move in together, and she didn't mind. We had had sex, but never spent the night because I was too embarrassed. She made sure that I used a rubber sheet on the bed so the mattress wouldn't get messed up, but she didn't ask about diapers. Kate was a little surprised when I put on a pull-up adult diaper and pj pants over them to come to bed after we'd made love. After the first week of living together, my diaper had leaked a little a few times, and Kate was a little annoyed. Then, I messed up. We stayed up late and got drunk. After we had sex, I passed out without putting on a pull-up. In the morning, Kate shook me awake, yelling at me.

I quickly became aware that I was lying in my own puddle, and she had some wet on her as well.

"I've had enough of your sissy bed wetting and your silly little pull-ups, Dave! I'm going out to the store right now to get what you really need."

"Wait, what do you mean?" I asked.

"You'll see," she said as she left the room.

II. The Punishment Plan

Kate returned soon and found me in the kitchen eating breakfast, having changed the sheets.

"First things first," she said.

"Come with me to the bedroom."

I followed and in the bedroom, she grabbed me and threw me down across her knee. This may be a good time to mention that Kate is 5'9" and 200 pounds, and I am 5'5"and 130 pounds. It's not that she's fat, she's chubby and has a big frame. Her shoulders and hips are much wider than mine. Anyway, she has me across her lap and violently pulls down my pants. She than spanks me, saying "Momma always said there's only one way to cure a big baby wetter," Slap! Slap! Slap! She beat my butt fast and hard as I cried and yelled for her to stop. She said, "No, no, baby Davie. This is an important part of your punishment. This is mostly for getting your filthy pee on me." After what seemed like forever, Kate stood me up and said, "Now that your butt's red, I'm going to show you what you'll be wearing to bed starting tonight." She opened the bag from the store and pulled out a package of Adult Overnight Maximum Protection Underwear. She tore open the bag and pulled one out with the horrible crinkling sound of baby diapers.

"That's right, no more 'cotton-like cover pull-up' shit. You're wearing really real diapers now, baby." It turned out that she was surprised about the pull-ups because she expected this type of thing.

"No way," I protested.

"I don't need those. Those are like big baby's diapers. They're noisy and they have tapes."

"That right, and a colored strip to let mommy know when baby needs to be changed. You won't be putting these on or taking them off by yourself. Every night at bedtime, I'll lie you down and put one on with plenty of baby powder." She pulled that out of the store bag now.

"Every morning, I'll check you to see if you are wet or dry. If you are dry, you get a gold star on the calendar in the kitchen. If you are wet, you get a spanking. Is this all perfectly clear to you?"

"Yes, and I don't like it at all. I don't need those diapers and I don't need to be spanked."

"Oh, yes, you do. You're a big baby bed wetter and you need to learn to stop. Leave it to me."

"You know what? I don't need this. What if I don't let you diaper me?"

"You want another spanking, little boy?"

I though about it. My ass was red and sore. She was too big and strong for me to resist. I didn't want to wear bulky, crinkly diapers with tapes and a wetness indicators, but what could I do? I didn't want to break up with Kate, even if she made me wear diapers and put gold stars on the calendar. We love each other, and I know she's just trying to help.

"Come on, Dave, what's it going to be? I'm just trying to help you here."

"OK," I said.

"You make the rules."

III. Dave's Diapering

That night, as bedtime was approaching, I was nervous. My ass was still a little sore, so I wasn't going to fight Kate, but I still didn't want the bulky diapers. On the couch in the living room, I began making out with her, but she quickly put a stop to it.

"No, no. Didn't I tell you? Babies don't get to have sex with big girls like me. Remember the gold stars I told you about? If you can get five in a row, I will let you have sex with me. Got that? Any five stars in a row equals sexual pleasure like a big boy." I listened, ready to cry, "I worked this all out on my breaks at work today. Five stars is sex, fifteen earns back your pull-ups, and a whole month of stars gets my boy out of diapers. Understand?"

"Yes, I understand." I managed to say it without starting to sob.

"Well," Kate said, "Let's go to bed." She took my hand and led the way. We headed to the bathroom as usual, to brush our teeth and everything. Kate looked thoughtful for a moment, then said, "Dave, go pee, then come into the bedroom," and she left the bathroom. I knew what was coming. My girlfriend was about to diaper me. I was so humiliated. I had made sure to drink as little as possible all day, and I made sure to get out all the pee I could right then. Maybe tonight I could earn my first gold star.

After peeing in the toilet as much as I could get out of myself, I slowly walked to the bedroom, embarrassed of what was about to happen. In the bedroom, the diaper was already unfolded and laid out on the bed with the bottle of baby power sitting next to it. Kate said, "Strip." I followed her order, hanging my head the whole time. When I was naked (she was still clothed), she said, "Now, lay on the bed with your butt in the middle of the diaper, can you do that?"

I simply nodded my head and did it. I walked to the bed and sat on the middle of the diaper, causing it to make that horrible crinkle.

"Now, lay down silly boy," Kate said trying to be nice. I did it, making the diaper crinkle more. Kate poured baby powder in the diaper and all in my pubic hair and on my penis, then made sure to rub it around for good protection, giving a little excitement to my dick. She noticed.

"No, no, baby. Don't get all excited. Mommy's not going to play with the little man tonight."

I was embarrassed, ashamed, and now angry, and I forgot the ass whooping I had received earlier, so I yelled out, "I know, dammit, will you just finish this already?"

Kate said with a look in her eyes that scared me, "Roll over," and I did so with fear.

Lying still on the diaper with my front on the diaper's back part, Kate got up on the bed next to me and I had to look away and close my eyes. She brought her hand down on my ass so hard and fast that I made a little "yelp" noise. She brought it down again and again, Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Ow! Please, stop, I didn't mean it! I'll be good!" She slapped harder: Slap! Slap! Slap!

She stopped and said, "I will not be disrespected. I will not be peed on and I will not be yelled at, especially not by a baby bed wetter. I love you and I want to be with you, but only if you treat me with the respect I deserve. Understand?"

"Yes, Kate."

"Oh, Davey, I don't want to spank you, but it's the only way you'll learn, understand."

"Yes, I do."

"Now," she said, "roll over, so I can finish diapering you." I did so, and she made sure the tapes were pulled out to the sides beside my butt, then pulled the front of the diaper up on my groin. She tightly fastened the right tapes first, checking that the diaper was snug between my thigh and my balls, then did the same on the left side. She ran her fingers along both sides of my crotch again, then checked that the waist was tight as well.

"Stand up," she said. I did with a terrible crinkly noise. Kate stuck her hand down the front of my diaper (oh, God, I can't believe I was wearing I diaper). It was so thick between my legs, not like the pull-ups.

"My baby's all ready for bed," she said, "Go ahead and hop in."

"No pants?" I timidly asked.

"No, you can wear a shirt, but babies don't need pants. Their diapies are enough."

I put on my pj shirt just so I didn't feel so naked. I got under the blankets and tried to lay on my side, but the diaper was so thick, I couldn't get my legs together. Every move I made sounded like a baby wearing Pampers (at least, how baby diapers used to sound, I hear they're all quiet cloth covers now). Shit, even babies get more dignity than I do.

I fell asleep hoping I would earn my first gold star that night, though I had no sexual desire after my spanking and diapering. When I woke up in the morning, sure enough, I had a soggy diaper. It was thick and hard from the soaking I gave it. Kate was already awake. She said, "Well, how did baby sleep with his new underwear?"

"I slept ok."

"Did you wet your diaper?"

"Yes," I said, ashamed.

"Don't worry, I'll clean you up." She got up and left the room, she came back with a towel and a box of baby wipes. Kate threw the blankets off me and said, "Your blue strip is all green; you really wet last night. Here, lay on this towel, I put it under my diaper area (oh, man, I can't believe I have a "diaper area" at age 22). Kate knelt between my feet to get at the diaper. I didn't even think about arguing. She undid one side of tapes, then the other. It felt great to get that wet, hot thing off me so my body could breathe again. Starting from the waistband, Kate rolled the diaper down past my dick, making sure to roll the outside on the outside and not to touch the peed-on part.

"Butt up," she ordered like a mother. I complied and she slid the diaper out from under me, rolling the rest up. Next, she pulled out a baby wipe and I closed my eyes, I just couldn't take the humiliation. Kate wiped down my pubic hair, my penis, butt, and all. As she was doing this, my natural biology overruled the humiliated side of me and my penis began to grow. Kate took notice of this, and said, "Now, now, no pleasure until you earn five gold stars. You are not even to touch yourself. If I find out you did, and I will, you will be very sorry."

"OK," I said. She had humiliated me into submission easily.

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