Angela Bauer

Yesterday my loving husband was not feeling well, so we skipped brunch. At least this gave me time to read THE BABY OF THE FAMILY. In real life to me diapers are necessary to manage incontinence. I was never punished with diapers and I would not punish with diapers. However, in fiction I do not mind this topic. I have been a fan of Elfy for years. I really enjoyed this story and I cannot wait for it to continue. Clearly the older son needs diapers.

Hi Asta and Welcome to Daily Diapers! My family has told me I actually was toilet trained days when I was 30 months and nights at 33 months. That was before my memory started. My Mom and others tell me that my bladder was always tiny and over active, as was true of Penny my eldest sibling. My Mom and her mother are urinary incontinent. Granny took care of all her daughters' bladder problems with 'just-in-case' diapers for car trips and whenever restrooms were hard to find. Mom did the same with Penny. I remember having my diaper changed in public at Renaissance Faire in 1968 several weeks before I turned 4. Later that same day I watched as Mom changed Penny's diaper, who was then 9. About the time I turned 4 My Dad, Mom, Penny, and my other siblings took a vacation to Yosemite. Only Dad and my older brother Jack did not wear diapers. When we got home I could get to the toilet in time so I did not need diapers. The next time I was diapered was for the 1969 Ren Faire and that summers vacation. I did wet my panties during nursery school in early 1969. The teacher changed my panties. When Mom picked me up she put me in cotton trainers and Gerber vinyl panties. From Kindergarten onward I no longer needed vinyl panties for school although I did still wear trainers until 4th grade. I continued to always wear just-in-case diapers during trips. I was taught how to change my youngest sister Missy when I was 9. We shared a bedroom. Missy never had a dry night and wet at least once every day. Then when I turned 12 and reached puberty I reverted to bedwetting. That was when I was taught how to pin on my own diapers. I had to learn how to wear disposable diapers in August 1981 because my university had no coin laundry. My family only believed in gauze diapers. During the summer of 1985 I turned 21 and moved from university to law school. That was when I lost my daytime bladder control. Missy got married in 1988 and gave birth to her daughter in January 1990. By then I had moved back to Los Angeles and was an associate attorney with a corporate law firm. In September 1990 all the bother of diapers depressed me. Missy's husband was away on military deployment. She invited me to dinner. I started complaining about needing diapers. Missy told me that she began playing big baby to cope while she had been pregnant, suggesting I try doing the same. While talking to me she was breast feeding her daughter. After returning the baby to her bassinet, Missy returned and shoved a baby bottle into my mouth. I had no memory of suckling a bottle. Still, that bottle soothed me. When I finished it Missy handed me a MAM pacifier. I also found that comforting. Before I left for my apartment, Missy gave me a set on new MAM pacifiers and 3 EvenFlo baby bottles with clear silicone nipples. The next day I went to an infant store where I bought a bottle sterilizer, drying rack as well as more bottles, nipples and pacifiers. I began to read about adult babies and joined Diaper Pail Friends, a pioneer ABDL club. Playing AB has been my coping strategy since October 1990. In early May 1991 I met the love of my life, Don Davis, at a party. I had read that his late wife had been a high-profile big baby girl named Jean Davis. I told Don that I had only worn Attends disposables since 1981 but that I wanted to return to gauze diapers for bed, but could not because the apartment building where I lived was filled with other young attorneys. Don said that he still had a lot of new gauze diaper and vinyl panties. He also said I could use his washer and drier. I started living with him that week. We married in October 1991. I changed from disposables to gauze diapers as soon as I get home from my law office. Usually Don changes me for bed.

Corner Girl Fiction by Angela Bauer, as told to her Introduction Recently my loving husband Don Davis saw a conversation about memories of childhood punishments on a Facebook group. That was illustrated with a painting of a very young girl sniffling while standing in a corner, only comforted by a small dog. Chapter 1 Donny Meets Joel Donny remembered that painting by Bessie Peesie Gutman. Her paintings often were decoration in See’s Candy Stores. A print of that painting hung in the bedroom of his best friend Joel Woodhouse. Donny first met Joel a month before they were to start Third Grade in September 1940. Donny had turned eight that June; Joel would not turn eight until January 1941. Joel’s mother, Virginia Lee Woodhouse, had recently divorced his father. Virginia and Joel moved from Boston to Greenwich Village, New York where she bought a townhouse a couple of blocks north of the loft where Don lived with his parents. Growing up Donny had been told that while his mother Kate Harris had been a student at Vassar College she was friends with a gal a year younger named Virginia Lee, who owned an advertizing agency. It turned out this was the mother of Joel. For that reason Joel had been enrolled in the private school Donny had attended since Kindergarten. The first time Don saw the painting in Joel’s bedroom he thought it was weird decoration for a boy’s room. Donny also did not understand why an especially large adult wooden hairbrush was on a small table, bristles-up, under the painting. Donny did immediately understand why on a shelf, Joel had a stack of DyDee service gauze diapers and several PlayTex stretchy latex baby pants. Clearly Joel also still was a bedwetter. In June 1939 Don’s sister Claire had been born. With her came a nanny. Don’s old changing table was brought out of storage and set up in what had been his nursery. For reasons never explained, within the first week of seeing his sister’s diapers being changed, Don regressed to bedwetting. The Dydee Service order was modified to include larger diapers to fit Donny, and PlayTex pants were purchased for him. Claire’s nanny was willing to also diaper Donny, but she objected to bending down to do so on a bed. A nearby nursery store sold Don’s parents a larger changing table to fit him. Thus both of the children’s bedrooms had changing tables. In Joel’s bedroom the shelf with the diapers was under a changing table identical to Don’s. Of course at just over one-year-old Claire was diapered around the clock. Don did not remember when he was originally diapered or being toilet-trained. He did vaguely remember wetting his pants during pre-school and being diapered, maybe when he was four, so he did not rebel being diapered for bed. Although Don was able to avoid wetting while in school, after a couple of months of bedwetting he began pants wetting. Eventually Nanny Diane was hired to care for Don. She always carried a diaper bag while taking him to and from school or any place else he needed to go. None of that embarrassed Don. Because Virginia Woodward was an advertising executive, Joel had a diaper bag carrying nanny named Clarisa. When he was home his diaper bag stayed under his changing table. The same was true for Donny. He first met Joel on a Saturday when Virginia brought him to visit her friend Mrs. Kate Harris Davis. Most of the Davis loft was a large room serving as a dining area, family and living room. Thus Joel did not see Don’s changing table. Joel did not wet his pants then, or if he did he did not need a diaper change. Both Kate and Virginia had been raised in strict Southern families. While at Vassar they had reminisced about being punished by bare-bottom spankings with hand and hairbrush. During warm weather Virginia was frequently switched. Donald Davis, Sr. had two significantly older sisters. Both delighted in beating him without mercy. Even before Donald proposed to Kate he made it clear that he would not permit spanking their children. He also added that he had no objection to spanking disobedient women. When she dared him to do so, Donald spanked Kate over his lap, bare bottom, so very hard using just his hand that she sobbed pleas for mercy. Thus Don was not spanked growing up. The pre-schools, Kindergarten and elementary schools he attended had been selected by his father because none used corporal punishment. Don knew that a family living in his building had a daughter a couple of months older than him, and a son two years older. Both were spanked by their parents. The first time Donny visited Joel with his mother Kate it was Virginia who greeted them at the door. Joel was not to be seen. “He’s up in his room. His nanny Clarisa is changing his diaper,” Virginia nonchalantly explained. “That’s no problem,” Kate answered. “Right now little Donny is wearing big boy pants, but I’m carrying his diaper bag in case he has an accident!” Until Charisa brought Joel downstairs many minutes later, the mothers compared notes about bedwetting and diapered boys. Don did not even blush. It turned out Joel and Don both had rubber sheets on their beds all their lives. A couple of days later Nanny Diane brought Donny to play with Joel. A maid answered the door, explaining, “Master Joel is getting a spanking from his nanny right now. Mrs. Woodward is at her office.” Joel was still sniffling when Clarisa brought him downstairs. Below his shirt he was just wearing a gauze diaper inside translucent PlayTex baby pants. Clarisa explained, “This one always wets for several hours after a spanking!” Diane admitted, “Knowing about Joel wetting, I decided to diaper Donny before we left home. I’ll leave his diaper bag. When he wets enough would you mind changing him?” “That’s no problem,” Clarisa replied. “When he gets naughty do you want me to spank Donny? Mrs. Woodward told me to make that offer. “When we lived in Boston she had an agreement with the mothers of all of Master Joel’s pals, girls as well as boys. If he misbehaved at a friend’s home he got spanked immediately. If a friend misbehaved when playing with Joel either Mrs. Woodward or I would administer a spanking.” “That’s a touchy subject,” Diane said. “When I was hired about a year ago Donny had just resumed nightly bedwetting and also day wetting. His father told me that I did not have permission ever to spank Donny. “Mr. Davis is much older his wife. I am sure he spanks her fairly often. She’s virtually admitted that. She also has told me even she is not allowed to spank Donny. Honestly, he needs to be spanked as often as all youngsters!” “As I said, I only made the offer,” Clarisa said. “Do you mind if I give Mrs. Davis a phone call?” Diane asked. “Please use the phone as much as you want,” Clarisa answered. Diane did call Kate, who said she would talk to Virginia about spanking Donny: “One of us will get back to you as soon as possible,” Diane promised. What Kate said to Virginia was: “Much to my chagrin my husband forbids me to spank Donny, although I agree with everyone he can be a brat. I admit my husband spanks me and I’m sure I have deserved many more spankings. “What Donald never said was that the parents or nanny of Donny’s friends are forbidden to spank my brat. Virginia, it would be a huge favor to me if you and your nanny spank Donny often and very hard so that he learns a good lesson. I’m sorry I am not in a position to promise to punish Joel when necessary.” “Okay, Kate! What’s the worst that could happen?” Virginia asked. “If your husband spanks me that would hardly be my first time since Vassar! It could be your husband is the disciplinarian I’ve always needed. If my ex had spanked me more often we might not have divorced.” “Virginia, as much as I love you, I want my guy to confine spanking to my own delicate derrière!” Kate answered ending with a giggle. Immediately Virginia phoned Clarisa: “Donny’s mother wants us to spank him often and hard! I am going to come home as soon as possible. Find a reason to scold both Donny and Joel. As soon as I arrive I’ll spank both of them. Earlier today did you spank Joel with the hairbrush?” “Yes, Mrs. Woodward,” Clarisa answered. “That is perfect, since this first time I want to spank Donny with just my hand. First I’ll spank Joel while Donny watches. You must remember that in Boston Joel always wanted to be the first one spanked,” Virginia said. Soon after that conversation ended Clarisa decided to perform diaper checks. Both boys had wet enough they needed to be changed. Neither had boy asked to be changed. Clarisa was very pleased that Donny cooperated very well while his diaper was changed.

From my birth in 1964 until I left home for university I wore pinned classic Curity flat gauze diapers inside Gerber vinyl panties.

Buying a disposable diaper machine is just the start of a complex problem. Fortunately one of the international pioneers of infant disposable manufacturing has a consulting service.Long ago, when there were many problems making pull-ups my husband and I wanted to make diapers larger than Size 7 which had just reached the market. We hired Carlos Richer as our consultant. His website if fascinating. I encourage everyone into diapers to bookmark the Richer website: http://disposablediaper.net/ Even back in 2007 a functioning used up-to-date diaper machine cost over USA$1 million. Usually Richer has several available. Probably building a factory for the machine will cost several times the price of the machine. Finding a vacant factory long enough will be a problem. Then after you have a machine and a factory you will need accounts with firms making the ingredients of diapers. Only a really powerful broker, such as Richer, can make the deal. The better news is that Richer can make deals to have disposables made to your specs. Besides China, many Central ans South America diaper factories do contract manufacturing. Several have machines making Size 7. P&G designed those machines to make diapers larger than Size 7, but early test marketing showed there was no market once the problems making pull-ups were solved circa 2008. Apparently KCWW built a prototype diaper machine for bigger infant diapers, but by the time the prototype was finished word that P&G was disappointed by the lack of Size 7 and had given up plans to market Size 8 and larger. Despite the help of Richer we were not able to persuade KCWW or P&G to market larger disposables. Adult disposables are made on different machines, all of which are far slower. There are factories willing to custom-make adult disposables for a price, with huge minimum orders. Best wishes.

For the past several years Target has been the most consistent source of Pampers Size 7. The good news is that Target's house brand Up & Up are made in Size 7 and are in stock. They cost about half as much as Pampers and yet are virtually the same, as if made on the same machines.

Hi, Alex, thanks for continuing this story so very well. All days with a fresh update are excellent!

Alex, a billion thanks for two such marvelous updates. This is an entertaining series. I am so glad you continue writing about this when you are inspired and in the mood!

Wow, Minnesota, this is a marvelous chapter. It will be fascinating to discover the identity of the girl needing larger pull-ups. I tingle in anticipation.

Welcome to Daily Diapers Diapdyl, and thanks for making your first post here in our Spanking section. Trust me, Diapdyl, you are not alone! I was spanked for the first time in my life by my Aunt Betsy. She used a wooden hairbrush. Like you I was bare bottom, but I was nearly 14 at the time. I wet during the spanking so she diapered me before sending me home (across the street) while I was still sniffling. I had a tiny over-active bladder and had reverted to bedwetting when I was 12, so I was no stranger to diapers. Could you share any additional details about that spanking?

Since I first discovered the benefits of AB play, my primary pacifier has been MAM 6+ month orthodontic with clear silicon nipple and leash. I started with a set of two, I buy a new set of two every six months.

What a sweet start of this story!

The thing is that this story has so many possibilities. For example. we are told that Emily is 13 and small for her age. Nothing has been written about her having a history of accidental or deliberate wetting. A fairly common thing is for girls reverting to bedwetting at or slightly following puberty. It is no secret that I was born with a tiny bladder that was over-active. I could not always hold back urine very long after I sensed I needed to pee into a toilet. For this reason my Mom would very gently and nicely ask me to wear just-in-case diapers. Yet when I went to bed as a child I always managed to wake up in time to get out of bed and go to the toilet. Still I knew that my older sister was like me until she reached puberty at age 12. Within a month she started bedwetting. Our Mom told us she went through the same thing, as did all of her younger sisters. Granny told us the same was true for her and her sisters. Long before I reached puberty I was pen-pals with a lot of girls with what today we call over-active bladders. Some were cousins, some friends of cousins. Not all reverted to bedwetting. Thus it is entirely possible Emily reached puberty later than many girls. She might not have given bladder control much thought. Perhaps she did not inherit any bladder problems. It is possible the day wetting accident was a precursor to bedwetting. We have not been told about Sarah bedwetting. The fact she is dry during the day does not mean she is dry in bed. If her father is prudent, even if Sarah only occasionally wets her bed, that is made-up with a waterproof sheet. Diapers would be kept on hand. Emily is small enough she probably could fit in a Size 6 or at least a Size 7. All manufacturers make Size 6 disposables. Pampers introduced Size 7. Parents preferred to buy pull-ups like GoodNites for kids who outgrew Size 6. However, Target has stocked Pampers size 6 more than other stores. Target also sells their house-brand Up & Up disposables which has Size 7. The Up & Up look as if they are made on the same machines as Pampers. Target U&U size 7 sell for half the price as Pampers yet have the same capacity and comfort features. U&U have far less childish decoration. Thus it does not seem farfetched that Kim bought some kind of Size 7 for Emily. Pampers are far more babyish. It could be Beth had told Kim that Emily needs a waterproof sheet. We will just have to wait and see!

Don't you hate when that sort of thing happens?

On the previous day when Kim was buying incidental infantile garments for the girls, did she also buy identical diapers?

Last Friday my partners at our law firm voted to cut back office hours. Partners take turns going to the office. My day is Wednesday. As I work from home I can wear gauze diapers and vinyl panties which is wonderful. My husband is older. He wants to stay isolate, so the groups he normally lunches with on Tuesdays and Fridays have suspended gathering until California restaurants re-open. He also is wearing gauze diapers 24/7.

Will, today's update is delightful. The sad truth is that when you wear diapers sometimes you poop in them. In the first part the father took a spare diaper to work. Maybe each of the children should have a spare diaper at school. Perhaps Nurse April could change messy diapers between classes?

My, what a delightfully cute and timely story. Will, I can hardly wait to see what happens with those high school students and their parents. After the mother made sure she knew the correct size of needed diapers I hope she bought several cases. I would be so sad if diapers get all sold out, like toilet paper! Nationwide the Federal Courts have suspended jury trial. Los Angeles County, California has done the same. It turns out attorneys are considered "essential" meaning we still went to our offices. Friday all the partners in our law firm voted that each of us would work from home 4 days a week unless we absolutely had to come in more often. Many of our non-partner attorneys and other staff are either on layoff or have reduced hours. Of course because I'm urinary incontinent I am always diapered. For me the good news is that when I'm home I can wear pinned gauze diapers inside pull-on vinyl panties. Entertainment executives are not essential so their offices are closed. Thus my husband gets to stay home, also wearing pinned gauze diapers and vinyl pants.

I have updated RADIO DIAPERS today adding Chapters 2 and 3. I hope everyone enjoys.

any thanks for the enjoyable Part 4!

Hi Kinster, Although A DIAPER GIG seems familiar, after reading this today it is new to me. I am fascinated to learn how Anna feels when she is being photographed wearing an adult diaper. Given the number of photos of me wearing diapers which have appeared in various ABDL websites and publications since 1991, I can understand Anna's concerns. It is possible she had not worn a diaper since she was toilet trained. Heck, Anna might not have known ADBL exist. I was born with a tiny over-active bladder. Apparently I was toilet trained day and night by 33 months. That is what my family tells me. Yet, because of my OA bladder my Mom always very nicely asked me to wear what she called 'just-in-case' diapers on long car rides and to events where toilets were hard to find. BTS, those were the 1960s, so all those diapers were classic Curity 21x40 gauze fastened by pins and covered by Gerber vinyl pull-on panties. Then I reverted to bedwetting in 1976 at puberty when I turned 12. That was when I was taught to pin on my own diapers. In June 1985, shortly before I turned 21, while I was moving from university to law school, I lost my day control. Since I did not have discreet use of a laundry, I was wearing Attends adult disposables. My younger sister is also urinary incontinent. She told me about having fun in her diapers playing AB. I started with a pacifier and have not looked back. Seven months after my first paci as an adult I fell in love with the man I married. By then I had read some ABDL magazines and thought it would be fun to have pictures of me in diapers. I look forward to learning how Anna reacts when her diaper pictures are being taken.

Radio Diapers Fiction by Angela Bauer, as told to her A message from Angela On 29 February 2020 the talented author shared with us here in DD the beginning of his story ME AND MOM. Long ago my loving husband also was active here on DD. He never resigned, but the stopped posting. He asked me to tell him when I see a story I think will interest him. I felt sure he would enjoy ME AND MOM. Last Friday morning before I left for my law office I left my husband a note that Les Lea had posted Part 3. During my lunch that day my husband left me a message that ME AND MOM jogged his memories of a childhood as a radio actor. He was dictating all that. What follows is the transcription of this, with minor editing. We both hope readers enjoy. Chapter 1 Starting in September 1936, when I was 4, I was an actor on New York City network radio for ten years. This was before television took over. For me those were very good times. One day when I was in pre-school I was reading a story to fellow students when a woman I did not know walked into the room. She stopped to listen, sometimes turning her back to me. At the end of that day I was surprised that my Granny had accompanied my nanny to walk me the few blocks to the loft apartment I shared with my parents. As we walked, Granny told me I had the chance to be on Radio. I replied, “But I’m not allowed to touch the radio!” “No, silly boy, nice people want you to go to a radio studio and talk on the radio,” Granny said. “Tomorrow I’m taking you to the radio studio.” When we came to Granny’s apartment building she left us. Nanny walked me the half block to our building. I had finished my dinner when my folks got home. Mom told me that the woman who had listened to me reading had become her friend at Vassar: “Donny, you be extra polite and obey her instructions. If I get any hint you acted up you’ll get the spanking of your life. There will be no mistake about that!” Nobody had even smacked me at the time. I had never been threatened with spanking. After Mom finished talking to me, Nanny got me ready for bed. Perhaps because I was 4, I should have been embarrassed. Maybe I was not the only boy my age who was still diapered for bed. My memory was vague about details before I turned 4. Somehow I remember going to bed without a diaper, but I also remember being diapered on trains and when Dad drove us across the Hudson River, through the Holland Tunnel, to visit relatives. That fall I was going to a new school. None of the other students knew I often wet my bedtime diapers. The next morning Nanny removed my wet diaper before she bathed me and dried me. I expected to be dressed in shorts, shirt, tie and jacket. All that came later. When I was dry there already was a diaper spread out on the changing table. Probably the normal reaction should have been disappointment or even resentment. Frankly I felt relieved, because if I wet my diaper I would not be scolded. Often I did not wet while awake when diapered. Nanny had selected a pair of shorts I usually wore on car trips which were large enough my diaper and PlayTex pants did not show. Granny came to our loft. Nanny and I would go to the radio studio with Granny. I confessed about Mom threatening to spank me if I was not on my best behavior at the studio. “Silly Boy, if you embarrass me at the radio studio, I’ll spank you in front of everyone. Be on your best behavior!” Granny commanded. Quite a few times previously Granny had mentioned spanking all 5 of her own children, including my mom. Nanny carried the same diaper bag as went with me on trips. At the radio studio I recognized the lady who had listened to me reading at school. There were several other adults around. I was given a sheet of typed words to read. It was clear to me that the adults approved. One thing was clear the woman who had first seen me, Mrs. Virginia Woodhouse, was in charge at the studio. She asked me to read using the youngest voice I had. I pretended to be a friend from my previous school. That performance delighted all the adults. Granny was asked to bring me back to the studio to rehearse for my first radio play the next day. Mrs. Woodhouse told me clearly and directly that there would be a few other child actors in the radio play. She asked if it bothered me to be wearing a diaper. I told her that I wore diapers during trips and that I understood the reason. Then Mrs. Woodhouse got more serious. She said that it was vital that nobody fool around, be silly or misbehave at the studio: “The adults know I will fire them if they are not professional. Children know that the guardian, such as your grandmother or nanny, will be instructed to spank very hard to punish misbehavior. Do you understand?” Knowing I would not misbehave I told her I understood. Before leaving the studio Mrs. Woodhouse’s assistant showed us what she called a ‘green room’ which was equipped with a changing table. Nanny used that to check my diaper. Although I had not wet Nanny changed me as Granny and the assistant watched. This did not embarrass me. That clearly pleased the assistant. Chapter 2 The following day I was brought back to a radio studio by Granny and Nanny. That time they handed me a script. I was starting to read the script when Nanny told me to use the toilet in the green room. Meanwhile she spread-out a diaper on the changing table. When I finished on the toilet I removed my shoes, trousers and underpants. Nanny helped me onto the changing table. She only applied a little baby lotion before pinning my diaper snuggly. Then she pulled on a pair of PlayTex latex baby pants. I was helped off the table so I could redress. I remembered my slacks were very snug. Granny noticed and said, “On the way home we’ll stop to buy you a pair of trousers large enough to fit over your diaper.” Everyone in the cast held scripts. We each read our lines. The director would stop sometimes and ask us to say a line differently. Then we performed to show again as a rehearsal. That ended an hour before the first broadcast for the East Coast. During the wait I asked to use the toilet. I undressed again. Nanny removed my PlayTex baby pants and diaper. I peed into the toilet. Nanny told Granny that my diaper was still dry. Granny told her she might as well re-use it. Finally I redressed. The show was a half-hour. We all were told to be back in time for a second performance three hours after the first performance. That second performance was for the West Coast, which came as a surprise to Granny, Nanny and me. It turned out until the late 1940’s it was not allowed to play a recording of the show for the West Coast. At least I was paid for the rehearsal and both performances. Since there was a large department store just across the street from the radio studio, Granny decided we would leave me diapered and buy me larger trousers. A producer phoned the store to expect us and to expedite fitting my trousers. Those would be altered by the time the West Coast performance ended. We started back to the studio with time to spare. Unfortunately as we crossed the street I could not help wetting my diaper. When we reached the green room there was no time to change my diaper. Strangely I did not mind performing in a wet diaper. In fact I wet during the performance, fortunately while waiting for my next line. Apparently nobody noticed that I was wet. Previously I had expected to go home without a diaper. As soon as we could return to the green room, as I was undressing Granny told Nanny to clean me and re-diaper me for the trip home, by way of the store. Much to my surprise I did not mind my wet diaper. To me it was comforting. I did not remember wearing a wet diaper. At home when Mother was told about my wetting, she instructed Nanny to diaper me for bed. Nanny asked, “Ma’am, should I give him a spanking before I diaper him for bed?” I know the possibility of me being spanked for misbehavior at the radio studio had been mentioned, but I did not remember actually getting spanked. Mother took her time thinking. Finally she told Nanny, “No, don’t spank him, this time. If he is wet in the morning, diaper him for school!” Although I had never been diapered at that school, Granny had told me I had been diapered at previous toddler schools. When Nanny walked me the few blocks to school the next morning she carried my diaper bag. While we were walking Mother had phoned the school. A teaching assistant accepted my diaper bag and assured Nanny that my diaper would be checked and changed as needed. About an hour after class started I asked to use the toilet. My teacher replied, “That is good to know, but today you are wearing your toilet. After you are wet you’ll be changed.” That seemed fair, since over half of my classmates were still in diapers. That was the reason for the teaching assistant. During the day I was changed following lunch and again just before Nanny came to walk me home. She was told about both of my diaper changes. It came as a surprise, when we did get home, that a changing table for older children, like the one at the radio studio, had been installed in my room. I asked to use the toilet. Nanny told me to undress. She put me on the table to remove my diaper, which was still dry. After I did pee significantly into the toilet and wiped myself, Nanny cleaned me again. Then she lotioned me and re-used the diaper. Just before dinner I asked to use the toilet. Mother said, “Since you will be diapered for bed, you need not ask to use the toilet. By the way, they liked your performance so much that tomorrow you have another radio job. You’ll be in diapers all day!” Mother was not scolding. I actually felt happy. My diapers were not uncomfortable. I was not teased, scolded or spanked for wetting. I had trousers which fit over my diapers. I would not be discomforted hold back my pee. All things considered, for me being diapered was a good thing. Chapter 3 Time went on. Soon I was working on radio two or more days a week. My school told my parents that while I was still in nursery they had no problem with my attendance, but if my radio career was going to continue I would need to go to a school for professional child performers. The Professional Children’s School (PCS) was in an office building convenient to Broadway theaters and the network radio studios. Before my nursery school term ended I was tested. My parents agreed that I would skip Kindergarten and start First Grade in the fall of 1937. PCS realized that youngsters on Broadway and network radio always were diapered when rehearsing and performing. Therefore PCS had several teaching assistants to change diapers as needed. Occasionally I did sometimes wake up dry two days in a row. If I did not have an early audition or rehearsal I would go to school un-diapered. Before I left school for a job I would de diapered by the time Granny and Nanny arrived. A supply of my diapers and PlayTex baby pants was kept at school. Shortly before I started attending PCS, Mother told me she had signed a permission form authorizing them to spank me when they felt I needed punishment. A few days later I watched in a green room as a woman spanked a girl taller than me. The girl cried a lot. Then she was diapered. I admit to being fascinated. After we finished the East Coast performance I told Granny that while I was terrified about getting spanked, I was also curious. Granny turned to Nanny, asking, “Which of us should spank Donny first?” Nanny replied, “Mrs. Harris, I think you should go first. He is a scamp so I dare say I will need to spank him frequently.” That same girl and her mother watched as Nanny removed my diaper. Granny placed me bare-bottom over her lap and spanked me with her hand until I was blubbering far more than had the girl. Before we started the West Coast performance I had wet enough I needed a diaper change. When we got home Nanny told Mother about my spanking from Granny. Her reaction was to instruct Nanny, “Tomorrow take Donny to a store and buy him a proper spanking hairbrush! If my mother does not know of the right store just ask Mrs. Woodhouse!” In fact Granny did take us to our local drug store which had a selection of hairbrushes. She bought one for my diaper bag and one for her own purse. Although Nanny did spank me a few times for misbehaving at home, and I got spanked at PCS, I did not get another spanking in a green room. A few days before First Grade ended in May 1938, Mother told me that Mrs. Woodhouse would be joining us for dinner that evening. The radio program I did that day was produced by a different advertising agency. At dinner Mrs. Woodhouse introduced me to her son Joel. He turned out to be a year older than me, but had not skipped a grade. Joel would be attending PCS that fall for Second Grade. Granny was going to be Joel’s agent. After we finished dinner Nanny took me to my room for a diaper change. As soon as I was un-diapered I used the toilet to poop. I wiped, but Nanny never-the-less wiped me again before she diapered me. The surprise came as my PlayTex baby pants were being pulled up when the tall and mature-looking Joel was led by his hand, like a toddler, by Mrs. Woodhouse. She undressed him, revealing a soaked diaper which reeked of poop. She was carrying a discreet diaper bag I had assumed was a large purse. Joel climbed up without assistance. His mother removed it, and then used a couple of wash rags to thoroughly clean him. He was double diapered. She changed his PlayTex pants. I could not help noticing inside Joel’s diaper bag there were two baby bottles in pockets, as well as a heavy hairbrush. We returned to the living room, where Mrs. Woodhouse sat at one end of the couch. Joel snuggled with his head on her lap. Soon after Joel was comfortable, Nanny brought Mrs. Woodhouse both a large bib and a warmed baby bottle of milk. She tied the bib around Joel’s neck and held the baby bottle while he suckled it like an infant. His expression was beatific. Once he finished his bottle, Mrs. Woodhouse burped him, and then handed the baby bottle and bib back to Nanny. Mrs. Woodhouse told mother, “Kate, Joel has never had a dry night, nor has he ever given up the bottle.” “Donny has only had a few nights without a diaper, but he has not asked for a bottle,” Mother responded. I noticed that when Joel was working in radio, his mother was producing the show. Granny would be serving as agent for us both. My Nanny would deal with changing our diapers. That worked out because DyDee Service supplied Joel’s and my diapers. That year I did at least 3 radio shows a week, while Joel only booked a show every couple of weeks. I also noticed that he was naughty enough he got spanked most times he was on the air. Usually his mother administered Joel’s spankings, but if she was very busy producing she asked Nanny to spank Joel with a hairbrush until he sobbed like an infant. After New Year’s Day of 1940 I stopped wetting during the day. The only time I wore a diaper to school was when I had a radio job with no time to be changed at the studio. For months I did not wet at a radio studio. One afternoon a producer who often hired me told Granny, “We realize Donny is still young, but we have decided to bend the rules for him. Don no longer is required to be diapered while performing.” Granny responded, “Thank you. Today Donny is already diapered, so let’s keep him like that. We’ll play it by ear from now on.” I’m not sure if they realized I could hear their conversation. That threw me into panic! I was actively afraid that once Mother knew I no longer was required to be diapered while working I would be subjected to another bout of toilet training to keep me dry at night and on trips. By then I considered my diapers both functional and comforting. I was afraid that if I relapsed to bedwetting I would be scolded and spanked. I admit toward the end of the East Coast broadcast I deliberately wet my diaper. As soon as the director signaled we were off the air I told Nanny that I had wet. When it was too late to change before the West Coast broadcast I deliberately wet again. This I had to perform that broadcast in a wet diaper. The downside was that as soon as we got home I was ordered to bring the hairbrush to Nanny. She spanked me so hard I had bruises. It was worth it, because I was diapered nearly all the time until PlayTex baby pants went out of production in early 1942, when I was nine years old.

Thank you for the excellent Part 3!

I was born with a tiny over-active bladder. I reverted to bedwetting shortly after reaching puberty at 12. Several weeks before I turned 21 I lost all my daytime control. That was May 1985. I've needed diapers of some kind 24/7 since then.

Elfy, ELISE'S GUEST is an excellent story. I look forward to the next installment.