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as the topic states, this is my ultimate diaper punishment fantasy. Elements have been cribbed from other stories, with my own spin on it. As I looked around the bus on the ride home, my heart sank. Everyone else showed the usual exuberance of the ride home before a four day weekend. I however was keenly aware of the note burning a hole in my pocket and the dull ache in my bottom with every bump we hit. It was the last day of school before one of those long weekends that always fell in early November. Normally I would be excited for four days off from school, but I knew that the upcoming weekend would be anything but pleasant. It had been uncharacteristically warm for November, and I had decided that first period would be better spent outside taking in the weather than sitting in English class. Besides, Ms. Smith was old and mostly senile and wouldn't notice if I skipped. Unfortunately, the assistant principal was much more cognizant of his surroundings, and caught me coming in for second period. He asked why I wasn't in class, and in my panic I did not have a story prepared. I tried to suggest that I had not been feeling well, but when he suggested calling home to confirm my story, I owned up; perhaps he would feel some sympathy and ease up in the punishment, and hopefully not feel the need to inform my parents. Unfortunately, he was not in a forgiving mood. I as sentanced to three swats from the paddle, and given a note to take home. As far as school punishments go, 3 swats was relatively mild compared t the max of six. They stung like hell, but the pain was fading into memory, ignited now only when the but hit a bump or pothole. It was the note in my pocket that was causing me the most concern. At my house, when you got punished in school, you got it worse at home. In addition to that, as I had been in trouble already a several times this year, my parents had threatened me with something new. Diaper punishment they called it. I did not know exactly what they meant, but I was pretty sure that I did not want to find out.... (to be continued)

So today i showed up to work, working with the boss wearing eye shadow, and eye liner and she talked to me like usual, we spent most of the day on separate tasks but when i needed her i didn't have to go running around the store to find her. i'm not sure if like she's starting to warm up to the whole thing, or if i just got a pass because it's Halloween, but what i do know is that has emboldened me to wear more makeup to work.

Cloth baby diapers are what I use, when I want a booster. Add one or two or more, and they work great. Best of all you can use them over and over. I have some that I have been using for over 3 years and they still work great. The best ones are Gerber brand, but Walmart brand is cheaper, and are widley avaliable.

Eventually she slept. The door being opened awoke her. They must have just the right hinges to make them sound squeaky. Of course, Ann wanted that sound. Gerda stood her up and walked her to the door and across the hall. "Don't get your hopes up, pumpkin. I am merely cleaning you and preparing you for your next surprise." She was cleaned ads before and diapered in extra-thick cloth diapers. A pair of plastic pants was followed by a pair of "bloomer style" pants, the bottoms of which came almost to her knees. A thick pair of black tights and strapped heels followed. She was allowed to sit. Soon her surprise entered. Doctor Ann entered wearing only a sports bra and panties. And the ubiquitous high heels. She addressed ma. "Your incontinence was supposed to be done by now. I feel guilty about allowing what happened. As a penance, I will be joining you in incontinence for the next two weeks. Gerda will inject me in front of you. I will be prepped as you are and will share your cell for the next 24 hours. Gerda, do your job." Gerda lowered Ann's panties revealing she had also been shaved. She injected her in the butt and wrapped diapers like ma's around her loins. Another straitjacket was produced and secured in back. "Stand up, girl" Gerda ordered ma. To her surprise, her arms were unbuckled at the rear. She was ordered to stand in front of her lover. ma's arms were secured behind Ann's back and vice-versa. Their crotch straps were secured to each other's jacket. ma's gag was removed and they were led back to the cell. They were pushed over, ma landing on top of her lover and mentor. They heard the door being secured. "I told you I had a good surprise for you. Soon I will wet just as you do. I feel sorry for the mistake I made trusting Inger. She is being punished as she should be, but I need to work my guilt out my self. We will be straped together for the next 24 hours to show you my sincere regrets about your situation. Soon we will both be free but not of our diapers." ma was almost speechless. To have her lover, her mistress, her mentor bound to her was overwhelming. She first gave Ann a deep kiss. "How I have missed your touch! I need your body next to me!" She realized their legs were unbound. This allowed ma to insinuate a thigh between Ann's legs. Ann returned the favor. This enabled both to achieve enough friction to allow orgasms for both. ma said "A climax is better when it involves you". Ann smiled and kissed her lover again. "We have time together. Let me tell you about how I was started into bondage." She gasped as her first leakage occurred. She had not even felt it coming. THE END for now. I plan to write another story soon about Inger the rebellious nurse and her punishment for her tricks.

It is a ridiculous OP. Of course it smells. In fact, one of the first things they teach people who have had to go back to nappies is about smell. The golden rule is quite simple: if you are wet or soiled, people can smell it. The simple fact is that most people dont smell their own odours. therefore the worst possible person to assess if you are offensive or not is YOU. Some of us have another person or persons who we trust to tell us that we can be smelled. A dirty nappy can ALWAYS be smelt. A wet one will eventually. I never assume my nappy cant be smelt. I am the worst possible judge. Cloth is worse for this than disposables and is one of the major reasons i wear disposables when out - odour control. And lets face it. When you add the natural lack of responsibility of an infantile persona it all leads to potential disaster in public.

Actually, I have found that, well, for disposables, that cloth diaper inside (prefold or flat) works great as a booster, and allows wetness to wick to areas that will absorb that don't 'normally' get used... But thats just me......and the few others that have mentioned this as well.

Since both dream worlds involve executing citizens for petty crimes, I guess yeah, I do miss your subtle differences.

Mine don't look that thin...when I post a picture we will see. But, its a pretty moot point as they are two diff. diapers and most likely bought for 2 diff. reasons - one has a print that a lot of people like plus the absorbency and what not...other has no print maybe a slight bit thicker for whatever reason and good absorbency. Preference, preference, preference.

So you've never admitted to being bi-polar on this and other forums? You've never flown off the handle when people have disagreed with you? You've never distorted what actually happened to better suit your perspective on the situation? All things that are facts. Sorry. And this isn't fighting or hating. I'm not angry over this. Just pointing out some things I see.