Angela Bauer

What an ingenious way to make a spanking video without harming an actual child or violating rules. BTW, is there a version with a sound track? When I was 14, and had just recently been spanked for the first time, I bought an old large rag doll at a swap meet. When I practiced spanking that doll with a hairbrush similar to the one in this video, I scolded in my sternest, most mature voice while also yelping, pleading and sobbing in a childish voice.

I enjoy this story very much. It is a fascinating approach. BabyLock brings up an interesting point, namely waterproof diaper covers, such as plastic panties. I'm surprised the Mom did not suggest those. To make the article for the parenting magazine more meaningful, the writer needs to put himself in the place of an infant not toilet trained. Such a baby/toddler would not be sleeping in an adult bed. Perhaps a child still in diapers would not still be in a crib, but certainly the mattress would be protected with a waterproof sheet. Again I'm surprised that the Mom did not insist on the waterproof sheet from the get-go. At some point Mom will discover the wet sheets and bedding. A medical supply store, perhaps where she bought the diaper pail, also sells waterproof sheets. Diaper covers, like plastic panties, might need to be ordered on-line, although they are used mt adult invalids enough the store selling diaper pails should stock those. Think of the year getting "untrained" as the period leading to toilet training. The mother of such a child would usually take the kid along when buying diaper-related supplies. Perhaps wearing a support garment, such as a Onesies or body suit, would reduce leaks, as well as cover the back of the diaper. Worn with slacks, trousers or shorts, the top of the Onesies look like an ordinary T-shirt. Now I am fascinating how this experiment in "un-training" proceeds.

Disney made this cartoon short before waterproof pants were commonly used, although even PlayTex latex baby panties had been invented. It well could be the animators did not know about rubber panties.

What a fine beginning of your story, Gary.

What a fascinating question! Yes, as a child my maternal Granny Vi, frequently told me I needed to be spanked. I admit Granny Vi did not discriminate; not only did she tell all five of my siblings they needed spanking, she said the same to any of our visiting friends. Granny Vi delighted in telling us how often she had spanked my mother, her oldest child, and Aunt Betsy, her youngest. We knew it was true because Betsy still lived at home, the house next door. When windows were open we could hear Betsy getting spanked. My parents were absolutely anti-spanking. Same went for the parents of our friends when we lived in Southern California. Then came 1976, the year I turned 12 and reached puberty. A few days after school ended in June we moved to Iowa so our Dad could attend management training. The shock to us was that in Iowa every kid we met got spanked routinely, and very hard at home. During orientation, before school started, each of us received a sample spanking or paddling, depending on our age: over the lap spanking in grade school; bend-over paddling in Jr High and High School. During that school I was the only sibling who did not get corporal punishment at school. We returned to our SoCal home in Late May 1977. By then Aunt Betsy was married, with 3 kids. They had bought the house across the street. Betsy's oldest was a daughter, barely 7, who was spanked bare-bottom over the lap with a hairbrush at least once a week, frequently when I was there. Granny and Betsy increased the times they said I needed a spanking, even when my Mom was present. My oldest sibling is a sister 5 years older. She had graduated high school in Iowa, so was 18 and babysitting for Betsy. In October 1977, I could hear my big sister, then in college, crying. She told me Aunt Betsy had just spanked her bare-bottom with the same hairbrush used on her daughter. Hearing that both shocked and fascinated me. I stewed about getting spanked for a few weeks. By the way,Mom told me she knew about Betsy spanking my sister. Finally came a Saturday in the spring of 1978 when Betsy said, "Angela, what you need is a real spanking!" while my Mom was in the room. Then Betsy walked home. Mom said nothing about Betsy being silly or kidding. I knew my girl cousin was playing with my younger sisters at our house. Betsy had mentioned that her older son was somewhere with his dad. I knew their youngest was a baby boy. On impulse I meekly ran after Aunt Betsy. Mom did nothing to stop me. I caught up with Betsy before she reached her front door. Out of breath I blurted out, "Aunt Betsy, probably you are right." She held my hand and briskly led me upstairs. Approaching an armless chair, without letting go of me, Betsy picked up the hairbrush and a waterproof underpad. When she sat down she handed the pad and hairbrush to me. My panties were lowered to my ankles and my skirt was raised. The pad was spread to protect her lap. After I was pulled across her lap I was told to hand her the hairbrush. Aunt Betsy said, "Angela, you've needed spanking since I used to babysit you!" The first spank hurt enough I yelped. It was much worse than the single sample swat over my panties and skirt back in Iowa. Betsy was scolding me, but I was crying so much I was not paying attention. Eventually I stopped squirming, but I did wet the underpad. The spanking ended. Betsy let me cry it all out while still across her lap. Helping me up, she said, "Your parents and I love you very much. However, you still need to be spanked each time you are naughty." Although my panties had not gotten wet, Betsy sat me on the changing table. She removed my shoes and panties. She lay me on the table, wiped me and then pinned me into a gauze diaper. Next she pulled on a pair of Gerber vinyl panties that fit me. Those were far too large for her daughter. I realized they were my size. As I gathered my thoughts, Betsy gently patted my diapered sore bottom, saying, "Your mommy recently brought me those panties, just-in-case. Now you should go home." Aunt Betsy kissed me and I kissed her back. I washed my face before putting my shoes on. Clutching my panties I slowly walked home. Mom saw me but said nothing. I went to my bed, lay on it and resumed sobbing. I knew I totally deserved that spanking. I shared a bedroom with my youngest sister. She had never stopped bedwetting, although she was almost 9. I had reverted to bedwetting at puberty. There was a large changing table in our room. My sister came in before I finished crying. Our girl cousin was with her. She said, "So my Mommy finally spanked you!" Betsy spanked me many more times. Just before I turned 14 that July, Mommy started spanking my 3 sisters and me. I know I deserved to be spanked, as did all my sisters, especially our big sister! Mommy just got a late start!

Babydry, a million thanks for the delightful Chapter 4. Aunt Kim seemed to act appropriately. Neither girl got spanked or diapered.

Not all pacifiers and bottle nipples are alike. Back in 1990, when I discovered AB, I was dating a dentist who had been into AB for several years. He told me a 6+ month style clear silicone orthodontic would do the least damage to my teeth. MAM makes that kind of pacifier. MAM makes accessory leashes which snap onto the pacifier and clip to clothing. EvenFlo and other firms make similar bottle nipples.

Wow, it is hard to find words to describe Kim as a sister-in-law to Beth and step aunt to Emily.

The news article I read says the California sales tax exenption on baby disposable diapers only lasts 2 years, until 1 January 2022. It did not say any other state has this tax exemption. i

Yes, California ended sales tax on diapers as of 1 January 2020. That is the good news, and about time. Unfortunately this only applies to baby disposable diapers, including pull-ups. Bummer that we still must pay sales tax on adult disposables. Sure enough when my husband bought a carton of Target Up & Up size 7 disposables on Tuesday 7 Jan the tax amount was $0.00. What is not clear is if disposables such as GoodNites are exempt from sales tax. At my first chance I will shop for GoodNites Tru-Fit to find out. Since they reached the market in 2014 I have been wearing Tru-Fit for Girls size L/XL. Since the size S/M fit toddlers over 40 pounds, it seems only fair the L/XL should also be tax exempt.

It is a shame that a tiny percentage of our members cannot understand that while many of us want to be friendly and helpful, we do not have unlimited time for communication. In mid December I received a long PM from a member who introduced himself as a fan of my stories. He included several photos, none of which were offensive, yet they were not of interest to me. Never the less I replied as soon as I had a spare moment and did my best to answer his questions. Over the next few days he sent me several other messages, asking very similar questions as if he had not read my previous replies. Then just before New Years he asked another similar question. Unfortunately my loving husband and I were staying with friends, so I did not check my computer. He had asked a similar question on Saturday, 4 January. On Sunday 5 January he wrote again complaining that I was ignoring him. Although I had several other messages from long-standing pals, I replied to the DD member, briefly answering his question and explaining that I had been away. Soon he replied fairly politely. I answered a few other messages before getting ready to return to my law office early on Monday 6 January. That evening after a long day with law clients I got home. There was another message from that guy, this time calling me a boring old hag. Is there any reason why women who are DD members are reluctant to communicate privately? What a shame that one inconsiderate member can spoil the DD experience for others.

Thank you. This has been my experience. That is why I buy plain disposables which fit me effectively and use magic markers.

Happy New Year, Daily D, What is the smallest available size of Bellissimo V2 diapers? So far all the Bambino diapers have been too large to fit me. I make do with Attends Youth for plastic back and Attends Breathable Small plus Magic Markers when I'm in the mood for babyish disposables.

Well, Happy Holidays to everyone. Trust me, going back to the days I was being mentored by a law firm I knew I never wanted to be a candidate for elective office or any position requiring confirmation by the USA Senate. All of us who lack bladder control know our lives can be hard. I am blessed to have been born into a family which did not judge or put blame because I had to wear diapers. I also am blessed to be married to a mature, loving and understanding man. Of course to avoid depression cause by the logistics of always needing diapers I use methods the general public does not understand. Those who have read my sharing might agree with my decision to avoid going through an election or official investigation.

When I was growing up my Dad sold Disneyland all of their sausages and specialize meat, so we went there a lot. I must say I have never been to and Disney or other theme park without a diaper. Disney makes every effort to ensure being diapered is a positive experience.

Given that a large percentage of adult diapers sold in the USA are made in Mexico, most of the same kinds of businesses sell adult diapers in the USA sell them in Mexico. My experience in Mexico is that in supermarkets and mass stores such as Target in Mexico the selection is bigger than in the USA.

When I was a child growing up in Los Angeles County, California from 1964 to 1976 My parents were very anti-punishment, especially spanking. My maternal grandmother lived next door ans she was just as pro-spanking. Then in June 1976 Except for Granny we moved to Iowa where I turned 12 and reached puberty that July. There all the other parents were pro-spanking. I was the only sibling never spanked or paddled at school in Iowa. All the other gals I met in Iowa were routinely physically punished, often while I was visiting. The same was true for my siblings. Still, while we were in Iowa my parents remained anti-spanking. While we lived in Iowa until May 1977 Mom's youngest sister and her husband bought the house across the street from our California house. I had known Aunt Betsy when she was a teenager who babysat us. What surprised me was that as a mother of 3 (the oldest a girl of 6) Aunt Betsy not only was vocally pro-spanking, she kept tell my 18 year old sister and me that we really needed sound spankings. She would wave a hairbrush at us that we had seen her use on her daughter. I was shocked about hairbrush spanking a child of 6 going on 7, and yet I was curious. So was my older sister who often was Aunt Betsy's babysitter. Eventually my big sister admitted she deserved spanking. Betsy spanked her with the hairbrush. Sister admitted crying but also feeling less guilty. I thought about that for a week before I timidly went to Betsy and asked her for a spanking. While asking I wet my panties. I had seen Betsy protect her lap with an underpad while spanking her daughter. Betsy used her hand to warm me but soon used the hairbrush which hurt more than I imagined. I wet while she spanked me so she diapered me before sending me home. About once a month until August 1978, when I was 14, either Betsy would tell me I needed spanking or I would ask for a spanking. Then came the time I asked Betsy for a spanking only to be told to go home. Mom was waiting with a new large hairbrush and an underpad. That was the hardest spanking I had received. While I was crying. Mom told me to put on a diaper and then stand in the corner. Mom talked to me while I was in the corner. She said she had been foolish to be anti-spanking. She warned that to make up for lost time My sisters and I would be spanked every couple of days with the hairbrush. This included my youngest sister who had just turned 9. From then on until I moved to university in August 1981 Mom or Granny would hairbrush spank me every time I misbehaved, perhaps every couple of months. I only babysat one time, for Betsy's kids just before moving to university. Her 8 yo son needed diapers for bed but resisted when I needed to diaper him, so I spanked him with the hairbrush. While at university I began participating in the adult spanking community. I have been spanked, paddled and flogged with a lot of implements. For serious spanking I still prefer an oval wooden hairbrush, as disciplinarian or spankee. I made it clear when I fell in love with the man who became my husband that I need discipline and expected to get spanked. I also told him I would spank him for misbehavior. When I spank him my go-to is a hairbrush. Unfortunately he dislikes using a hairbrush because he has really big hands. Instead he spanks me with a strap or Lexan paddle. They hurt differently from a hairbrush, so about once a month I go to a gal pal or my kid sister to be hairbrushed.

Many general aviation pilots wear diapers. As a general aviation passenger I wear diapers.

In July 1981 after I had been accepted by a university in Upstate New York I learned those dorms did not have coin laundries. All my life I had only worn gauze diapers. My urologist's nurse recommended Attends. I spent 2 weeks in August learning how to put on Attends and getting used to sleeping in them. I never saw Depend in stores until 1985 or later, after I moved to law school. Depend did not make adult small, my size, or at least they were not in stores, so I never tried Depend. During the 1980 Attends made improvements. Although I returned to wearing gauze diapers to bed in May 1991, I continued wearing Attends Adult Small as my day diaper until 2000.

Yes, there are many gals here in DD who were born female. I am one of them. I joined DPF in October 1990 when it only had two other women as members. I have been communicating with male and female ABDL since then. PM me if you want. Alex, as for Crinklebutt's low post count, please note she joined DD in November. Best Season Greetings. Angela

Happy Birthday, Gary, My youngest uncle's birthday is December 23. He was in the USMC in 1964 when I was born. After his discharge he settled near Paris Island in N Carolina so I do not know him very well. My Dad says his younger brother always felt he was cheated out of presents.

Although the author is still shown as a member, he has not visited DD in many years. To me that is sad. Fortunately there are a lot of stories about Teens, male and female, who want a return to being diapered. I have written extensively about gals of 18. Most of my DD stories are posted on the Story section of the home page and not in the Story and Art Forum.

I just noticed that my answer from March 2013 disappeared, so I will answer again. My bladder was always tiny and over-active, so for trips my Mom nicely asked me to wear just-in-case diapers. Mom did the diapering at first, until my older sister was large enough to do so. Mom has been urinary incontinent since long before I was born. In July 1976, when I turned 12 I reached puberty. It had been at that point when my older sister had reverted to bedwetting. Mom and my doctors warned me that chances were that I would start bedwetting. For me that happened 2 weeks after my first period. I did not know I had wet until I woke up at the usual time. I didn't panic. I found Mom and told her that I had cleaned myself, put on clean panties and stripped my bed. Mom thanked me. She helped me replace my rubber sheet and re-make my bed. Then she began teaching me how to pin on my own diapers. I only jabbed myself a couple of times. Well before lunch I felt confident about self-diapering, yet I wore diapers with vinyl panties until it was time for a pre-bed change. Since then I have changed myself. Since I married in 1991 often my loving husband changes me for bed.

Will, now you are dating us! From way back I vaguely remember "diapergirl-in-public". Frankly I think Ash is more entertaining, because she seems so at ease. Ages ago, when I still had bladder control, despite my OAB, I accepted the need to wear just-in-case diapers during long trips. In public ladies' rooms countless girls and women saw my Mom changing my diaper until I reached puberty. I took that in stride. But I never considered leaving a ladies' room until I had double-checked my diapers was hidden.

Since this vido of Ash casually walking about a city with her pull-ups exposed has charmed me. When I want to lift my spirits I watch it again.