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I wasn't sure where to post this, so I guess this is the best place possible. My name is Samantha and I am a DL with several AB tendencies. I am also the sub in my relationship. My husband is also my Dom. He decided that I was behaving like a brat at times on our trip to NY to see family, so he decided to punish me. When we play, he calls me Baby, or Sammie, I have to call him daddy. Part of my punishment is to tell th story of my punishment as I am subjected to it, so here goes: This weekend Daddy and I traveled from our home to NYC to visit family. We got into a few arguments. Mainly daddy says I back talked too much and blamed him when I misplaced a credit card. I knew daddy wasn't happy with my behavior, but I was having fun. We had rented a car when we flew in last week at 1pm. However, our retun flight isn't until 5pm. However, daddy didn't want to pay for an extra day, so we returned the car to the airport at 12:30 (4.5 hrs before our flight home). On the train ride from the car place, I didn't listen to daddy's instructions and went the wrong way. We ended up a little lost. Daddy got angrier with me, but I figured he wouldn't punish me until we got home tonight. We mad it through the walkways and through TSA with no problem. And then we proceeded to the gate. Daddy held my hand tight all the way to our gate. He then set his bags done as I set mine down, but then leaned over and whispered in my ear. What he said made me go white. He had packed a diaper and my pacifier in his carry on. I was to go to the bathroom and put it on, while sucking on paci. He'd have more rules when I got back. I walked with his carry on to the nearest restroom. I'm allowed to use the family restroom if there is one and its vacant as long as I tell anyone who asks me that I have bladder issues and needed to change. I entered the restroom me proceeded to find my diaper and paci. I was shaking a little. I like wearing, and occasionally in public, but I have never worn in front of this many people for so long. However, I know disobedience means a harsher punishment later. So I did as I was told. I removed my panties and replaced them with a bambino. I then went back to daddy. In my absence, daddy had locked my most of the apps on my iPad. The only one left open holds the games I'm allowed to use to keep occupied when I'm being punished. Girly princess games rated age 5 and under. He also had a note open on my iPad with a set of rules. 1. I'm to refer to him as daddy for the rest of the day 2. I am to use my diaper if I need to go pee and I must inform him if I'm wet. I am not allowed to change until he says so, even if my diaper gets full. 3. If I have to go number two, I may ask to use the toilet like a toddler and I must inform him of why I would like to use the toilet, also like a toddler. Ie - daddy can I go poopy in the potty. 4. Daddy decides when and what I can eat or drink while we wait for the plane, when we're on board and after. I must finish everything 5. Daddy decides my entertainment options before, during, and after the flight. 6. I may not go anywhere without daddy's permission. As soon as I sat down, daddy made sure I read these rules and understood them. He then allowed me to play several of the games on my iPad. Finally, he decided he wanted a snack and left to get us them. While he was gone, I was told to start this story. He added that I needed to chronicle my punishment so that I wouldn't forget why I need to act like an adult and not a child. So that's where I am now. Sitting embarrassed, in a diaper, stuck playing toddler games for at least the next for 4 hours while daddy goes to get us snacks.

You guys are really great. I go through phases of extreme depression, but this last one I experienced I honestly thought I wasn't going to make it out of. I have a lot of issues to work through right now, and I'm doing my best to take them one at a time, but sometimes it just seems like too much. Here's hoping that I can get through all of this and stay sane.

I'm pretty extroverted, especially with my fiancee, but when it comes to diapers, I just can't get the words out. There's a shame to it that I can't seem to shake, even knowing he is not only okay with it but wants to participate in it. I can do things like call him "daddy", suck my thumb playfully, cuddle with stuffed animals in front of him, but it is so unbelievably difficult to muster the courage to say "can you put me in a diaper?". Even when I take it upon myself to put on a diaper myself, walking in front of him wearing, it feels like I'm doing something wrong, like there's a little voice inside my head that's telling me I should have just asked, but it's so much easier said than done.

I'm certainly not an extrovert, if anything I'm more of an isolationist when it comes to the general public. I've learned to be more comfortable with who I am though, and have gotten over the misplaced social stigma associated with diapers. As former military, I guess I am a bit more secured in who I am and much less concerned with what others might think of me too.

I have the hardest time asking my girlfriend to diaper me. So far she's only done it a handful of times because I just can't get the words out. And even though she knows what I'm asking her, she won't help me until I ask. We call them d's because I'm way too shy to call them diapers. Just now she asked if I needed a change before she went out and I was too shy to say yes. Lol, I have issues. >.>

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