Angela Bauer

Yes, I do wear cloth-backed tabbed disposables sometimes. I wear plastic-backed disposables when I am sick enough I cannot control runny poop. My primary going-to-work diaper is GoodNites Tru-Fit. At home my bedtime diapers are pinned gauze inside pull-on vinyl panties. My husband has gone urinary incontinent over the past several years. He does not consider himself AB or DL. Except in bed he wears a Target Up & Up Size 7 held in place by a snug Fruit of the Loom cotton brief covered by pull-on vinyl pants. In bed at home he wears pinned gauze covered by pull-on vinyl pants.

If you go back to the page I wrote in the old days for DPF you will find I shared about something my husband had told me about growing up from age 8-12 under the influence of a Mrs. Virginia Woodward, mother of his then best friend Joel. You will find this in a fall 1996 DPF Newsletter. This story SEPTEMBER 1939 started as a draft I began in 2012. I got sidetracked and only recently discovered those files on a server I seldom use. Let us face the reality that there are only so many plots about anything. This is why a plot cannot be protected by copyright. What a copyright protects is THE EXPRESSION OF IDEAS contained in works of fiction. Very popular in AB fiction is a child coming under the influence of an adult who is not their parent. That actually happens in real life. My husband when he was about to start third grade came under the spell of the tall and beautiful mother of his new best friend. According to him her first name actually was Virginia and her son's last name was similar to Woodward. I deliberately have never asked for their actual names. Very common in fiction is the concept of being bewitched. It is entirely possible somewhere there is a cave with a story carved on a wall about a beautiful person leading a younger preson astray.

Wow, do you own recordings of PlayTex radio commercials? Or even TV commercials? It is possible that PlayTex advertised their baby pants on early TV. After PlayTex resumed production of stretchy pants once wartime rationing ended (circa early 1946) they introduced daytime baby pants with the vent holes. Before they ended baby pants production in late 1954 PlayTex was making adult sizes which they termed "sanitary panties". I've been told they continues making sanitary panties well after 1954, so it is possible pioneer adult babies used those. Perhaps an expert on all things rubber panty can inform us. What my husband remember from doing PlayTex radio commercials up to the summer of 1942 is that vent holes were not mentioned, nor were adult sizes. He was nine during the summer of 1941 and knows that the PlayTex pants he wore then did not have vent holes. Long before 1946 he stopped wearing any kind of diaper. Since he was not getting paid to perform PlayTex commercials he paid no attention to any kind of diaper cover until his first son was born in 1962. He did his share of diaper changing for his older son and his daughter who was born in April 1964, several months before I was born in July 1964. Yes, my step-daughter kids me about being my elder. I gotta say I wish I could have worn PlayTex baby panties. My Mom was born in 1937 and was toilet-trained by 1940. My Granny Vi has told me she did splurge on buying PlayTex pants for her older daughters until those were sold-out in 1942. By 1947 when her last daughter (my Aunt Betsy) was born Granny Vi was happy with the far less expensive Gerber vinyl baby pants. Of course Granny also wore diapers 24/7 since 1936. She told me she did buy PlayTex adult sanitary panties when she saw those in a store circa 1949. She did not find any advantage over adult-size Gerber panties which she continued to buy after they became VIP in the 1990's. Now Granny and my Mom wear the same kind of KINs pull-on vinyl panties as my sisters Penny, Missy and I wear.

Hi There, again, Soaked! Sorry I did not respond to your excellent post about getting swats in Davenport last evening. Thank you for confirming that my Mom correctly remembers our time in Davenport. Now, what fascinates me about your sharings is that you got swats from a school nurse. Until reading your post I never knew school nurses ever administered swats. I know my sister Penny was sent to her high school nurse prior to some of her paddlings to ensure Penny was not on her period. Of course you might have meant that when she paddled you your aunt was acting as a concerned relative and not as a school nurse. That is a dynamic which could become an entertaining story. I hope your holiday weekend was marvelous. I got the chance to dig into my files of not finished stories, edit them and post them.

May, 1937 Fiction by Angela Bauer As told to her by her loving husband, Don Davis In mid-June I would turn five. Since September 1936 I had been a child actor on network radio broadcast from New York City. Being on radio was fun, but there were also disadvantages. I was discovered while I was reading a story to other kids in my Kindergarten class. The advertising agency lady picked me because I could read and yet my voice sounded like an ordinary four-year-old. Then I was proud of having been toilet trained since I could remember. The primary downside for child actors was that we were required to wear diapers in the studio during performances and rehearsals. It was explained that because we performed live, it would not be possible to take potty breaks. Mind you this was a long time before disposable diapers were common, practical or even had factory-installed sticky tapes. At least in 1936 the revolutionary PlayTex stretchy latex baby pants were available from a single department store in New York City. We already had some of those because I needed diapers for bed. The washable diapers did improve during the 1930’s. Mine were the classic Curity rectangular 21x40” flat gauze diapers held in place with special “diaper” safety pins. My nanny was an expert at folding my diapers to fit me correctly for any situation. For bed she would fold two diapers together. For days she only used a single diaper so she changed those more often every two hours or less. Since the wet or soiled diapers needed to be taken home, diaper bags then were huge. Before I was discovered I did not think about toilet use. When I felt the need to go I went to a toilet. At school there were boy and girl restrooms connected to the classrooms. We did not need to ask permission. We just left our seat quietly, went to the toilet, did our thing and returned to our desks. I was not ashamed about wearing a diaper while on radio. The studio audience could not see the diapers inside our clothing. At the studio our restrooms were private from the audience. Over the first months I was hired for an increasing number of radio shows. Frequently I would be at the studio for many hours. If I was waiting between rehearsals or performances I would tell my Nanny that I needed a toilet. She would take me to the restroom where in private she would remove my diaper. I would then use the toilet as if I had simply lowered ordinary underpants. Once I finished and had cleaned myself my nanny would diaper me again. However, if I was in a rehearsal or performance I just used my diaper both to pee and to poop. At first my diaper was removed before the trip home and I was not diapered until I got to the studio. Then one time after several hours at the studio on the way home I felt the need to pee. I did pee, but since I was not wearing a diaper my trousers, underpants and the car seat got wet. I wasn’t spanked or scolded for wetting my pants, but the next day I was diapered at home before we left for the studio. I remained diapered until we returned home. The following week when I felt the need for a toilet my nanny told me to use my diaper and to only ask for a diaper change when doing so would be convenient. Of course at home I would forget I was not diapered. As a result I often wet my pants while awake and my bed while sleeping. Nanny must have spoken to my mother about the accidents and wet beds. One day after we got home Nanny told me I would remain diapered for the afternoon and for bed. I protested to my mother as soon as she got home from work. Instead of being sympathetic, my mother told me that if I refused to wear diapers at home I could no longer be an actor. I thought about that for several minutes before I told my mother I enjoyed acting so much that I would put up with wearing diapers at home and for the trips. What surprised me was that my mother asked my nanny to remove my diaper. Once my bottom was bare my mother put me over her lap and gave me the hardest spanking of my life up to then. She told me she spanked me for being an ungrateful brat. During April 1937 my work on radio slowed down. After a couple of days without work I no longer wet my bed. My mother told my nanny while I was in the room to not diaper me routinely and to go back to the old way. I did not have a wetting accident while asleep or while awake. I had a couple of radio jobs for which I was only diapered after getting to the studio. I would remain diapered until we got home. That seemed fair to me. Early in May 1937 I had a rehearsal and a performance on a Friday. I wet my diaper during the drive home, so I had to wear the wet diaper for about a half hour. At home Nanny removed the wet diaper. I used the toilet and put on underpants immediately. Saturday before lunch we had to go to a radio station. I was not diapered for the short trip. I just managed to reach a toilet before my bladder let go. Nanny was waiting with a diaper once I finished using the toilet. That evening I was sleepy before the drive home so I wore a diaper without protest. At home mother told me she had decided to return me to diapers full-time. I did not think I deserved to be diapered. My mother considered that I had thrown a tantrum, so she spanked me harder than usual. Then Nanny diapered me. Not wanting more spankings, I stopped complaining about being diapered. I also no longer asked to use toilets. Even my mother, who seldom changed my diapers, could tell when I needed changing. I was not in the least embarrassed about using the diapers I was required to wear. Friends about my age who were not actors were surprised I accepted being diapered. Those who visited our large apartment knew about the over-sized changing table and diaper pail in my room. Nanny never bothered to close my door when changing me. At the radio studios of all the networks the restrooms for child performers all had changing tables and cubbies for storage of diaper bags. Away from home and studios Nanny took me to ladies’ rooms. None of those had changing tables large enough for me even when I was only four. Most had no changing table. Nanny was ingenious and made do. Long before I was on radio I knew better than to squirm or wriggle during a diaper change. Nanny had unlimited authority to spank me if I failed to cooperate while being diapered.

Hi Soaked, Indeed, there was an opportunity missed. Your data shows you currently are 52. I'm 55, my youngest sister Missy just turned 50, Ruth is 52 and Ed is 53. Given that Ruth is a very difficult person, consider yourself lucky you did not meet her back in the day, 1976-7! Because the wife of the boss was President of the school board, our parents did not have the option of sending us to independent schools just to avoid corporal punishment. Now I know it was our Dad who was so anti-spanking. As our Mom shared she never was entirely anti-spanking, just as long as she could get spanked by Dad when she wanted. Yes, I was fascinated by romantic spanking, but did not want to be spanked by a parent or teacher. I followed Mom's advice to get along by doing my assigned work, not breaking rules and not talking back. Penny is nearly as beautiful as Missy, but Penny always had a smart mouth and broke rules. I have never smoked, so I admit not understanding the attraction. Our parents and grandparents all smoked. They never punished Penny for smoking, starting when she was 14. I don't remember how Penny got in trouble in Davenport. Okay, Soaked, can you tell me if your Lutheran school used corporal punishment? Our Mom told us she thought all the independent school there did spank/swat students, but maybe that was not true. How do you feel? Mom was impressed that all the Davenport young people she met were better behaved than similar California kids. Maybe before Davenport Mom suspected pro-spanking parents were nuts, but as she got to know them she could see the advantages of correcting misbehavior quickly and directly. That is like Susan, Abby's mother in FEAR OF MISSING OUT by Alex Bridges. As soon as Susan actually spanked Abby her attitude about her sister Lisa's pro-spanking policy made sense. Personally I've spanked very few children, so I do not claim to be an authority. When it comes to spanking consenting adults for fun and/or romance, I share from a lot of experience. BTW, I just posted a story told to me by my husband Don that has been on file since this January. Since my law office is closed for the holiday today I am editing another story about Don and Joel this afternoon. Feel free to PM me if you want. Angela

Each of us might have different experiences. I don't contribute here to argue. I share what works for me. When my mother, Alice, was born in 1937 her mom, my Granny Vi, needed to wash her baby's PlayTex baby panties. Granny says most of the time she only used warm water. By the time of Pearl Harbor Alice had three younger sisters, one a newborn and another not yet toilet trained. Granny Vi washed a lot of PlayTex panties. Then in early 1942 war rationing of rubber products caused PlayTex panties to go out of production. At some point during WWII vinyl baby pants were invented. Granny needed those for use with 'just-in-case' diapers for her daughters and because she is incontinent for her own diapers. When Palmolive came along Granny began to use it along with warm water to wash vinyl panties. She does not remember who recommended a drop of Palmolive. It does not matter because our family has washed thousands of vinyl panties this way for decades. I've never even seen a PlayTex panty. I make no recommendation about the care of actual rubber pants. A drop of Palmolive in warm water works for us. Your milage may vary.

September, 1939 Fiction by Angela Bauer As told to her by her loving husband, Don Davis On the Sunday of Labor Day Weekend 1939 my Granny took me to brunch with Joel and his beautiful mother Virginia Lee Woodhouse. It turned out that they had just moved near us and that Joel would be a classmate in Third Grade. What I only found out decades later was that Virginia Lee became one of my mother’s best friends at Vassar College. Our brunch went so well that it was arranged that I would spend the next weekend with the Woodhouse’s at the townhouse Virginia had just purchased a couple of blocks north of us. Joel and I shared many interests. Virginia seemed to be as nice as she was attractive. I spent the next several days in eager anticipation. On Friday morning Granny helped me pack my suitcase with clothing. To my disappointment this included several pair of my PlayTex stretchy latex baby pants, as well as a few classic Curity flat gauze 4-ply diapers. “Granny, do I have to? I only wet occasionally,” I protested mildly, because she gave me a meaningful glare as she pointed to the heavy hairbrush on my bedside table. “Donny, you cannot take the chance of wetting the bed. That could be most embarrassing. I am sure Mrs. Woodhouse will be discreet. Besides I already told her about your wetting. She did not insist that you be diapered, but your mother and I agree that is for the very best.” It was with a heavy heart that I trudged off with Granny, lugging my suitcase. Much to my surprise the door was answered by a woman named Clarissa. Joel was standing in the shadows behind her. Once the door was closed my eyes adjusted to the dim light. Joel was wearing just a diaper inside PlayTex pants. His diaper was far wetter than any I had worn. No wonder Virginia was so open to me wearing diapers. Clarissa offered Granny a cup of coffee, then said, “Please excuse me, Ma’am, I need to change Joel’s diaper for the day.” “Thanks for the coffee. Would you mind also diapering Donny? He has some, as well as rubber pants, in his suitcase,” Granny said, as if this was perfectly normal for Third Grade boys to wet. “Will Donny need diapers all weekends, Ma’am?” “Please use your own judgment. I want Joel to be comfortable. Donny does not wet every night, but he does wet often enough that he is diapered nightly at home,” Granny casually replied. “No problem, Ma’am. Mrs. Woodhouse told me about Donny’s bed diapers. We have more than enough. By the way, the spare bed also is always made up with a rubber sheet.” Granny was still sipping her coffee while Clarissa took us by the hand. Thus I lugged my suitcase up to Joel’s bedroom. Much to my surprise in addition to a pair of beds, there was a very large changing table and the biggest playpen I had ever seen in the room. Joel blushed in embarrassment: “When Mommy is mad at me she calls this my ‘Nursery’.” Disposable diapers and wipes were still in the future back then. On a shelf just under the changing surface was a bowl. Clarissa told me to undress completely before she left us alone. When she returned she was carrying a pitcher of warm water. That she poured into the bowl. Joel’s PlayTex pants were lowered while he stood at the bowl end of the table. There was a step stool. Clarissa helped Joel use it to climb onto the table. Obediently he reclined face up. She removed both pins, which she stuck into the breast pocket of her uniform. She folded the front of his wet diapered down, between Joel’s legs. Then she took a clean diaper from a stacker hanging from the wall behind the table. She immersed that in the bowl then wrung it out. Joel’s pubic area was wiped clean. She used another diaper to dry him. She pulled the soaked diaper from under him and deposited it in the diaper pail. As she returned the cleaning diaper to the bowl Joel obediently turned over. Clarissa had him lift up so she could wipe and dry his backside. I could not help noticing several obvious hairbrush marks on Joel’s lower buttocks and upper thighs. A glance revealed a heavy hairbrush upon his bedside cabinet. No wonder Joel was so cooperative about being diapered. The Curity diaper used to dry Joel was folded with a dry one from the stacker. He lifted up so his diaper could be slid under him. Expertly Clarissa snugged and pinned the diaper. He lifted his legs so his PlayTex pants could be slid on. He lifted again so she could slide them over his diaper into position. Then she made sure none of the diaper tried to escape the pants. Joel was helped to climb down. Next it was my turn to be helped onto the table. My underpants had been dry so technically I did not need to be cleaned. However, Clarissa was thorough. I reclined. I pretended I was on a soaked diaper as my pubic area was wiped clean and then dried. I turned over and my backside was cleaned. Bummer if Joel was disappointed. My most recent spanking had been Tuesday evening so my marks had all faded. After I reclined again Clarissa folded my drying diaper with another. I lifted and those were slid under me. Soon my diaper was snug and pinned. Since my suitcase was still closed Clarissa took a pair of PlayTex baby pants from Joel’s drawer. I lifted my legs and then my bottom so she could pull the pants into place and double check for escaping diaper. I was helped down. “Donny, usually Joel just wears a diaper at home, even when playing in the garden. Would you like a shirt?” Clarissa nicely asked. “No, Ma’am. I might as well just wear a diaper,” I answered. I had eaten breakfast at home. After we had been playing briefly in the rear garden she brought us juice. What shocked me was that the juice was inside baby bottles. I had absolutely no memory of using a baby bottle. Joel sat down and put the nipple into his mouth. He held the bottle as if he had done so all his life as he suckled it. Clarissa sensed my inexperience and confusion. She sat in the nursery’s rocker. She asked me to bring my baby bottle. I reclined on her lap. She fed me that bottle. It was a divine feeling. “Donny, Mrs. Woodhouse believes that children who wear diapers still are comforted with bottles. Just tell me if you want to hold your own bottle.” “No, Ma’am, I don’t remember using a baby bottle. Please feed me,” I answered. Once we had finished our bottles, and been burped, we were allowed to resume playing. “Boys, if you need a diaper change before lunch just find me. Donny, normally Joel can make it. There is no shame needing to ask for a clean diaper sooner. Just be sure to tell me when you have wet so you can be changed before you leak.” The second that Clarissa was out of sight, Joel told me, “Donny. I don’t get spanked for wetting, but I get spanked very hard if I leak because I forgot to ask for a change.” Seconds later I did wet my diaper. I had not felt the need to use a toilet since we started walking to Joel’s house. Thus that wetting in my diapers was very large. I waddled more than I ran to tell Clarissa. She told me she was going to do “a diaper check”. She prodded the front of my diaper through my Playtex pants: “It is possible your diaper is not soaked, but let’s not take a chance.” As I was being led back to Joel’s Nursery, I asked, “Ma’am, may I use the toilet? I think I need to grunt.” “Donny, that is a good idea. If nothing happens right away, I’ll diaper you. When you do need to use the toilet again just tell me. When Joel messes his diaper he gets changed and also gets spanked,” Clarissa explained. Actually I did grunt successfully that time. I wiped myself, but while cleaning me Clarissa used some soap on the wiping diaper. Although after lunch my diaper was still dry, while Joel used the toilet I got another change. I must say Clarissa was very good at changing diapers. Virginia got home from work surprisingly early. It was a rare day when my mother got home before 6:30 PM or my father before 7:30 PM. Several nights a week mom and dad met for dinner at restaurants. I would be served dinner by my nanny. Another surprise was that Virginia had gone shopping. She unpacked the bag on the kitchen table after inviting Joel and me to watch. Inside were many tubes of PlayTex baby pants. It turned out we both wore the same size. There were several more EvenFlo baby bottles with latex nipples; also a few pacifiers. Clarissa was tasked washing and sterilizing a pair of the pacifiers which were distinctive from the kind Joel used. “Donny, as soon as a new pacifier is cool you may use it,” Virginia said. “Thank you, Ma’am, very much. I don’t want a pacifier,” I responded as politely as I could. “Young Man, using a pacifier is not optional. Not only will you use a pacifier when told to do so, you will enjoy using a pacifier. Youngsters who wet diapers still need baby bottles and pacifiers,” she told me. “Who would have guessed that I would have to spank you before I spanked Joel. Go to the nursery and wait for your spanking like a naughty little boy!” When we left the apartment that morning I only expected to wear diapers to bed. I went along with the day diapers to keep Joel company. I found the baby bottles fun. I had second thoughts about refusing pacifiers. “Mrs. Woodhouse, Ma’am, I apologize. I see your point. I’m a silly boy who needs diapers. I should use a pacifier. Can I have a second chance? Please?” “Sure, Donny, you can have second and third chances to obey. However, you still will be spanked for initially arguing and disobeying. Is that crystal clear?” I hung my head, wet my diaper and stammered, “Yes, Ma’am.” As I shuffled and waddled to the nursery, behind me I heard Virginia say, “Joel, come with me to observe Donny’s spanking. I hope that teaches you to obey Clarissa and me!” My reaction was to pee my diaper again. I was marched to an empty corner of the nursery, facing inward. Joel was left in the opposite corner, facing outward. Mrs. Woodhouse [since she was about to spank me I decided to no longer think of her as ‘Virginia’] moved a straight back armless chair to the changing table such that her left hand could easily reach the bowl. She left the nursery carrying the partially filled bowl and the pitcher. She soon returned with the now-empty bowl and the pitcher. She filled the bowl and put it on its shelf. From a drawer of the table she withdrew what I recognized as a waterproof crib underpad which she placed on the table top. Finally she moved the heavy wooden oval hairbrush from the bedside table to the shelf beside the bowl. I was called to her. As I stood there my PlayTex panty was removed. Then she un-pinned my diapers and removed them. The outside diaper was barely wet. That she placed in the bowl. Temporarily she put the wetter diaper and the pants on the table top. She took her seat on the chair and spread the underpad to protect her lap. Mrs. Woodhouse pulled me over her lap and underpad with my head to her left. She barely rung-out the diaper in the bowl. With that she soaked my backside and upper thighs. She began to scold me harshly seconds before the first hairbrush spank landed. On my wet bottom it hurt worse than any previous spank I had received. Maybe she only spanked me 25 or 30 times. I dissolved in tears after only a few spanks and continued to blubber like a baby. All I felt was the sting and throbbing as I was held in place until I cried it all out. I was marched back to the corner. While I sniffled there she cleared the changing table. Eventually I was helped onto the table top where a triple diaper was waiting. I whimpered as she pinned that on me and pulled up my PlayTex pants. I was returned to the corner for several more minutes. Clarissa brought a freshly sterilized pacifier. Mrs. Woodhouse put in into my mouth. As soon as I began to work my pacifier I was led to dinner, still sniffling slightly. I trembled. There was no conversation at the dinner table. I was led back to the nursery and put to bed. I watched as Joel was cleaned and triple diapered for bed. He was tucked in and then kissed good night. As always following a spanking it took me quite some time to drift off to sleep. I must have eventually done so because my next memory was being led to the changing table before dawn. Clarissa helped me up. She removed my rubber pants and diaper. She very gently wiped me clean and then dried me. While I was on my tummy she anointed and soothed my rump with baby lotion, saying, “This is our secret from Mrs. Woodhouse!” She finished diapering me and tucked me back to bed with a gentle kiss. In the morning my bottom still throbbed and my diaper was very wet. It was Saturday. Mrs. Woodhouse got us up. She told me it was “Just too bad your backside is sore, Donny. Next time I hope you behave well without the need for a spanking!” Our diapers were removed in the nursery. Naked we were led down the hall to the bathroom. The tub held luke-warm water. We were put into the tub. Mrs. Woodhouse washed us as if we were actual infants. We were roughly towel-dried before being returned to the nursery for day diapers. There were baby bottles of milk and juice in the dining room. Breakfast consisted of Pablum and Gerber’s banana baby food. Again my bottles were held for me. There was a highchair in the kitchen but that time neither of us was forced to use it. We played the rest of the morning. I did find Mrs. Woodhouse when I needed to grunt in the toilet. I did so and used toilet paper. In the nursery she put soap on the washing diaper. But she did not use either powder or lotion before I was diapered. Clarissa returned from her morning off in time to fix us lunch. We had bottles of juice and milk plus peanut with jelly sandwiches. Dessert consisted of one small cookie each. We were diapered and put down for naps, with our pacifiers. Clarissa said, “Donny, you suckle it like a pro. What a shame you refused yesterday and needed the spanking.” It was nearly time for dinner before Mrs. Woodhouse returned, dressed as if she had been on a date. She did not eat with us. Before bed Clarissa undressed us and removed our diapers. The bowl was filled with hot water, with a diaper soaking. Two underpads and the hairbrush were waiting on the table top. Mrs. Woodhouse entered and moved the spanking chair into position. I was sent to the same corner as on Friday. Joel was spanked first. He made more noise than I had. I was told that Saturday pre-bed spankings were administered to punish all misbehavior not discovered during the week. Although my bottom was wet, the spanking was no way as hard as the one on Friday. Clarissa returned and Mrs. Woodhouse left. We were each sent to use the toilet before being diapered for bed. I managed to grunt-out. Again, during the night, Clarissa changed our diapers. I was changed first, so I was awake to watch Joel being diapered. Sunday morning we had to get up early for church. Although there was a chapel only a half block west of Joel’s home for reasons never explained my family attended a church many blocks east of us. Mrs. Woodhouse had joined that congregation when she moved to Greenwich Village a couple of months previously. One of the few times, before meeting Joel, that I routinely wore a diaper was to church. I had a pair of formal trousers altered to conceal my diapers. Granny had packed those for my weekend. Joel also had dress-up trousers to hide diapers. Clarissa packed a large and hardly discreet diaper bag. She would serve as our nanny, tending to us in Sunday school so that Mrs. Woodhouse could attend the main service.

Probably because I wore 'just-in-case' diapers frequently as a child, as soon as I could read I searched parenting books for diapering advice. Later I also searched about discipline, punishment and especially spanking. My Granny Vi bought me a near-new copy of the first Dr. Spock BABY AND CHILD CARE as well as a subsequent edition in which he became more pro-spanking. At libraries I scanned all available child care books.

My Conversion By Alice Bauer As Told To: Angela Bauer My daughter Angela Bauer is a member of Daily Diapers. Over the years she has written about me. For many years I have served as her proofreader for her stories. Since Angela started writing for DPF in 1990, she has allowed me to read about ABDL using her computer. This August 2019 she urged me to read FEAR OF MISSING OUT by Alex Bridges. That extraordinary story speaks to me on a very personal level. I am telling a personal chapter of my parenting life to Angela so it can be shared with those DD members with an interest in parenting young people who have bladder control problems. The fact is I became totally urinary incontinent when I was only 18. Since I reached puberty at 12 I have been a bedwetter. By the time I was born in 1937 my mother Vi has been urinary incontinent, as are all three of my younger sisters. Vi grew up in Los Angeles County, California from her birth in 1921. Her own mother lacked bladder control, so Vi’s parents were sympathetic about wetting. Despite what you might have read about The Roaring Twenties, in those days parents raised children as they had been raised following the ‘Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child’ thinking. Bottom line is that Vi’s parents did not consider wet panties or diapers and excuse for bad behavior. Vi and her sisters were not punished about wetting. However, they were spanked hard for all other misbehavior. According to Vi, growing up through getting a job, every gal she knew was spanked in one way or another at home and school. Vi was working as an executive secretary and still living at home when she became engaged to my father Bert Bremer. Many times Vi has told me was that her mother’s reaction was to invite Bert to the back porch while Vi was ordered to cut and prepare three switches. Those were presented to her mother. As Bert watched, Vi removed her skirt, lowered her bloomers and stockings before bending over the porch rail. Her mother scolded and applied the smallest of the switches. Once that was worn out she handed the largest switch to Bert, with instructions to switch Vi with vigor. The final switch was presented to the happy couple as soon as Vi got her tears under control. Vi’s father gave the couple a punishment strap. Her sisters presented them with a wooden hairbrush. Vi admitted to me after I was married that Bert only spanked her with the hairbrush one time. He disliked using it, but he made up by using switches when they were fresh and the strap when switches were not fresh. Dad rarely punished his daughters. I have no brothers. My mother was never shy about spanking me and my sisters bare-bottom with that hairbrush. She hardly ever strapped us but did make us cut switches when we were naughty and switches were fresh. That hairbrush (or a similar one) was always in her purse when we were away from home. I remember being spanked in many ladies’ rooms, as well as the living rooms of family friends and relatives, even when I was in high school. Of course I witnessed all of my pals getting spanked, switched or strapped. A few days before I graduated from high school at almost 18 in 1955, John Bauer and I announced to my family that we were engaged. That had been a cold, rainy spring so switches were not yet available. On the back porch my Dad gave my bare bottom several licks with the strap before handing it to Bert. It turned out he must have been practicing because John strapped me harder than my Dad had done. While my bottom was still bare and sore Mom took me across her lap for a taste of the family hairbrush. Much to my surprise John was not the least reluctant to hairbrush me. He assured our parents that if necessary he knew how to apply switches. By the time we did marry in early August I was 18, I had lost my remaining bladder control and switches were growing fresh. On our honeymoon John switched me and he also willingly diapered me for bed several times. Even before I got pregnant with our first child, Penny, John and I had decided to only use corporal punishment on consenting adults. Whenever I misbehaved, was rude or simply displeased John I would be sent to our bedroom with instructions to undress and wait on our bed holding our family hairbrush. After Penny was old enough to pay attention, John stopped switching me. Less and less often did he strap me in our bedroom. I did my best to be silent when hairbrush spanked, yet by the time Penny was 7 she figured out I was getting punished and she was gleeful that she was not being punished. My youngest sister Betsy was born in 1947, so she was asked to watch me when I got spanked. I did my best to avoid watching any of my sisters being punished. Betsy got engaged to Willard Turpin in 1968, when she was 21 and an RN. He is several years older. Unfortunately I was pregnant with our youngest child, Missy causing us to miss the engagement party. Angela and our younger son Ed also were sick then. Vi delighted in telling me all the details of Betsy being switched, strapped and hairbrushed by Willard. Immediately after the wedding Betsy and Willard settled in San Jose. As we started to raise our kids, Vi and Betsy (who was still being spanked a lot at home) criticized us for hardly ever even scolding our children. To us they were delightful, expressive and bright. Vi delighted in telling our kids, especially Angela, that she had spanked all of their kids, the boys until they were old enough to be punished by Bert, the girls as long as they lived at home. Except for Vi, who lived next door, all of our friends our age agreed with us about not punishing. Our local school district had stopped using corporal punishment about 1941, so I never experienced that. In 1976 John was offered a huge promotion at work, with the catch that he spend a year in management training at the corporate HQ in Davenport, Iowa. They offered to lease our home in Los Angeles County and loan us a large home in Davenport. We were told the schools in Davenport were excellent. I was managing an office near our home. John’s company assured me I would have my choice of exciting jobs in Iowa. The day after school ended for our kids in 1976, we started driving to Iowa. The only major piece of furniture we shipped was our much-used over-size changing table. We had been told that the wife of John’s CEO was Chairwoman of the Davenport School District. What we were not told was that those “excellent” schools all used corporal punishment as if it was 1936. Obviously we could not send our kids to private schools. What I told our kids was they could avoid spankings and swats by behaving well. Very soon after arriving in Davenport I took our kids to enroll and have orientation at their schools: Penny and our older son Jack at high school; Angela at middle school; Ed, Ruth and Missy in elementary school. Because we were not from Iowa, all the orientations included sample corporal punishments: Penny got 4 swats from the high school VP for Girls; Jack got a swat from his football coach; Angela declined her sample by the Girls VP at middle school; Ed, Ruth and Missy got sample spanks with a ping pong paddle at their elementary school. All of our kids easily made friends in the neighborhood. Jack was just in time for summer football practice. Penny was hired as a clerk at a store owned by a friend of the CEO’s wife. Angela and the others met kids living near us. It turned out every kid they met expected to get corporal punishment at home, at church and at school. Some parents owned school-style paddles. All also used hairbrushes, belts, straps, wooden spoons and of course, switches when in season. Talking with the other mothers I was horrified at first that most conversations eventually came around to punishments. Virtually all had a policy that swats at school earned harder punishment at home. I was super uncomfortable in those early conversations. I did my best to avoid discussing the bladder difficulties of Ed and all our daughters. At least the wife of the CEO was old enough to have bladder control problems due to menopause, so she did not kid me about my 24/7 diapers. Somehow Angela managed to escape being paddled at school or church. Penny was a very frequent “guest” of her VP or coach. Jack and all his teammates were paddled. In second grade Missy was young enough to be spanked through her skirt and training panties over the lap with a ping pong paddle. Ruth and Ed bent over a desk when paddled. During our time in Iowa I noticed the local kids seemed to behave well, with a whole lot lest back-talk than I got from all my kids, especially Penny. Angela had her moments, but I never considered spanking her, then. Penny graduated from high school before we left Davenport in late May 1977. She planned to start an office work course at our local community college. While we were in Iowa, Betsy and Willard bought the house directly across the street from us. In 1977 their daughter Carole was 6; their son Matthew was 5; their son Nathan was an infant. All of those kids had tiny bladders. Carole needed just-in-case diapers for car trips, as did Matthew. He also was diapered for bed. Nathan was nowhere near being ready for toilet training. Considering their tender ages I was shocked how often Betsy spanked Carole and Matt, about half the time with a hairbrush. I witnessed a few such spankings. Betsy delighted in telling me about spanking her kids. She hired Penny as the primary babysitter. Betsy told me she was not satisfied with Penny’s deportment. I replied that I agreed, saying how often Penny was paddled in high school. I even said I was seriously reconsidering my anti-spanking views, especially with Penny. Betsy asked my permission to start spanking Penny. I agreed on condition Betsy not tell John, who had spanked me about once a week when we were in Iowa, and I did not mind. Most of the mothers I knew there were sometimes spanked by their husbands. A few admitted that most of their bedroom spankings were more erotic than punishment. I shyly showed Iowa women into sensual spanking a supple horsehide strap John and I bought from The Pleasure Chest in West Hollywood which brings me pleasure. What I did not know then was that Angela had become fascinated by romantic spanking several months before she reached puberty, while we were still living in Los Angeles County. Only after Angela graduated from high school did she admit to me being disappointed that she was not paddled at school. By Labor Day 1977 Betsy had spanked Penny four times, all very hard, on the bare, across the lap with the hairbrush. Like her own kids, Betsy found that Penny wet while being spanked. Eventually Penny admitted she had wet a little while being paddled at school. After each of Penny’s spankings, Betsy told me all the details. What came as a surprise was that one Saturday morning while Penny was taking Carole and Matt on an adventure, Angela went to Betsy asking to be spanked. She knew all about Penny: “Aunt Betsy, spank me just as hard as you spank Penny. I’ve deserved spankings all my life.” Angela cried softly during her warm-up and sobbed her eyes out during the intense hairbrushing. She was limp yet hugged and kissed Betsy. That was when I told both Vi and Betsy that I had changed my mind and was now pro-spanking. They told me since I had not ever administered a spanking I needed a few weeks of training. My experience being spanked by John did not count, in their opinion! On separate days both Vi and Betsy gave me bare-bottom over the lap hairbrush spankings. As Betsy did with Carole, Matt and Penny, she spread a waterproof underpad to protect her lap from my wetting. Vi did the same, although I had never wet when John spanked me. They spanked me for real and I did wet that underpad. I bought a dozen of those. Once they were sure I fully realized the pain of being spanked, I practiced on both Carole and Matt. Finally came a day when Penny was due for a spanking. Betsy’s children were elsewhere in her home. I was already waiting in the master bedroom when Penny was led in like a naughty child. I took my place on the side of the bed and spread the pad. Penny obediently came to me to be undressed. She was not wearing a diaper because she still had day control. I spanked her until her derrière was marked. She sobbed out her eyes and went limp. She soaked the pad. Finally Penny hugged and kissed me, saying, “Mommy, it was long over-due!” Previously, the day after Penny’s first spanking from Betsy, she was taken to a beauty supply store to buy a hairbrush, supervised by Betsy. Penny admitted to the clerk the brush would only be used to punish her. Angela asking to be spanked came as a surprise. She had not yet been taken to the store. The week after I spanked Penny, Angela requested a spanking. Let me tell you, Angela peed her panties when she was me seated on Betsy’s bed. Of course I spanked her far harder than I had spanked Carole. I left Angela marked, limp and with her eyes all cried out. She soaked the pad so much that I diapered her for the trip to the beauty store. I only spanked Ed a couple of times because he was large enough to be strapped or paddled by John. I continued spanking Ruth, who became a nasty brad in high school, and Missy who misbehaved yet always took her spankings well. Following the family tradition, we threw an engagement party for Missy and her fiancé (yet another guy named John). We had skipped the spanking part of Angela’s engagement party. Her fiancé Don is 32 years her senior and a well-experienced spanker. Let me close by saying that I believe everyone who uses corporal punishment must receive the same at least once a year.

Today was very special, because I had enough time to re-read all of Alex's FEAR OF MISSING OUT without any interruption. This is such a remarkable story

Hi Ryan, thank you for starting a conversation about wearing nappies/diapers on journeys. Like you I was put back into diapers for trips or events where getting to a ladies' room in a hurry would be a problem. Let me make it very clear that my Mom always asked me nicely, By the time I was born in 1964, my Mom had no bladder control, so she needed diapers 24/7. The same was true for her mother, my Granny Vi and Mom's youngest sister, my Aunt Betsy. Clearly urinary problems ran in Mom's family. Although I was fully toilet trained at 33 months (early 1967) my bladder was tiny and over-active. My older sister, and both of my younger sisters had the same problem. Granny told us that besised my Mom Alice and Betsy, both of her other daughters had poor bladder control. When Alice was 4 WWII had gas rationing, so her trips were on trains. Those had ladies' rooms, but often lines were long. Granny's solution was to nicely ask Alice to wear what Granny calls "Just-in-Case" diapers. As her other daughters were toilet-trained they also wore just-in-case diapers when needed. Penny, my older sister by 5 years, never gained enough bladder control to avoid just-in-case diapers for trips as short as 40 minutes. When I was 10 I could hold off wetting for more than an hour, but doing so was painful. I told Mom about that, so she never got annoyed when I asked for a diaper for shorter trips. Like my sisters I reverted to bedwetting around puberty, at which point I was taught how to diaper myself. I only stopped wearing just-in-case diapers at age 21 in 1985 because that was when I lost all my daytime bladder control. Starting then I've needed diapers 24/7. I was never embarrassed about wearing diapers as an older child or teen.I still am no ashamed about my need for diapers.

As a child after being toilet-trained my bladder was tiny and over-active. The same was true of my older and two younger sisters. Mom was always very nice when she asked me to wear a diaper on long car trips and to events where getting to a ladies' room would be a problem. I was born in 1964. My family hugged trees, so all the family diapers were classic Curity flat gauze held by pins. When I reached puberty at age 12 I was taught how to pin on my diapers. Until then Mom, my older sister or someone changed me. I have been profoundly urinary incontinent since 1985. I've been happily married since 1991. Frequently my husband diapers me for bed.

Actually, my family has used Palmolive as long as I can remember. I think Dawn came along later. I'm sure it would work just as well. The thing is to use just a drop or two. The idea is to remove the least oil from the vinyl. My kid sister Missy only uses detergent every other washing for this reason. What is important is removing all the urine, which does not need much detergent.

When I am covering gauze diapers with vinyl panties I always put on a clean, dry one. Up to bedtime I immediately wash the removed vinyl panty in luke-warm water with a couple of drops of dishwashing detergent. However, when I change my diaper after bedtime I defer washing the vinyl panties until after I get up in the morning. The same is true when I change my loving husband's diaper or when he changes me. We both find that washing panties delays getting back to sleep.

I love the way you write separate chapters from Abby's and from Susan's viewpoints. Chapter 17 is especially good. Susan is a caring mom. It will be fascinating to learn more about those women, as well as more about Lisa and her daughter.

Thank you so much for the delightful Chapter 16, Alex. Of course Susan is correct, now that Abby is almost 19, or just had a birthday, the consequences in court for shoplifting are far more dire than they would have been while she was 12 or 13. To me it seemed logical that to ensure Abby learned her lesson adding two belt strokes to a serious bare bottom OTK hairbrush spanking is not excessive. It was interesting to share the thinking of Susan and Abby, as well as Taylor, who seems a very good friend who might save Abby from foolish mistakes. Naturally I will keep an eye on this forum for any subsequent stories about Susan, Abby and the adults they know, including Lucy and Alison.

When I was growing up my family used many brands of diaper pins. Personally I paid no attention tp the brands. I am sure my Mom and Granny only bought brands they trusted because in addition to actual infants, they also wore pinned diapers because they were then and still are urinary incontinent. I have no memory of being with my Mom when diaper pins were purchased. in late July 1981 I was told that the university dorm where I would live in had no coin washers. Thus I had to learn how to put on adult disposable diapers and how to sleep while wearing those. Until May 1991 I had no chance wear pinned gauze diapers. I fell in love with the man I married then. His late wife was urinary incontinent. Although she died in March 1989. her widower retained her supply of diapers, vinyl pants and diaper pins. Several cards of The First Years Cat 3002 diaper pins were on hand, as were many of those removed from cards and in use. I then realized that the 3002 were the favored pins used by my Mom, Granny and sisters. My now husband and I had so many 3002 on hand that I did not shop for more of them until 1992. In those days The First Years also distributed many other infant / toddler products of interest to the AB community, including clear silicone nipples. I did buy those. Because I was writing about such products I was contacted by the So Cal sales manager of The First Years. In 1996 I was told that they were discontinuing the 3002 pins. I offered to buy some of those. Eventually they sold me a gross and a half of 3002 cards each with four pins. I made sure Mom, Granny and my sisters had enough pins. My husband is expert at sharpening diaper pins and he has taught me, so I am sure my 3002 are my lifetime supply. By the way, I also have an unopened card of 3002 I bought at retail circa 1993 from Bergstroms, then a leading premium infant store. The price tag on that card is USA $0.96 Such a deal.

In June 1985 as I was moving to law school, I lost all of my daytime bladder control. Previously I had reverted to bedwetting at puberty. Consequently I've needed diapers 24/7 since I started law school. I was not until September 1990 that I discovered AB play. So, I have always worn diapers to work for a long time. My incontinence is no secret from my law firm, but I am circumspect about playing AB. I have never suffered any downside because of my diaper need.

Growing up it was no secret that my Mom, her mother and her younger sister all were urinary incontinent. Consequently they all wore diapers 24/7. Both my older sister and I had tiny, OA bladders, so for trips and places where ladies' rooms were hard to find we were nicely asked to wear 'just-in-case' diapers. When my older sister reached puberty, I was 7. That was when she reverted to bedwetting. She did not keep that a secret. I asked Mom if I would revert to bedwetting. Her answer was, "Angela, all of us hope you will never wet your bed. However, should you start bedwetting, then it will be up to you how to handle that situation." Sure enough a week or so after I reached puberty soon after I turned 12 I woke up in a wet bed. Of course my bed had a rubber sheet, so only the sheets needed washing. Up to then when I had needed a just-in-case diaper someone else pinned it on me. My youngest sister is 5 years younger so by then I had been diapering her for bed for 3 years. I asked Mom to teach me how to pin on my own diapers. I've been diapering myself since then. Now usually my loving husband pins on my bedtime diaper and I do the same for him. Never once was I teased or threatened with diapers. In our family diapers were just underwear. My youngest sister was not teased because she never gained bedtime control.

According to my family, I was day dry at 30 months and night dry at 33 months. My first vivid memory is Memorial Day Sunday of 1968, about 6 weeks before I turned 4. The memory is of my Mom diapering me on a lawn at Renaissance Faire. It seems my bladder was tiny and over active, so Mom would ask me nicely to wear what the family called 'just=in-case' diapers on trips and to places where finding a ladies' room in a hurry was problematic. I do not remember having any fear of strange ladies' rooms. Of course even when I was not wearing a diaper an adult always accompanied me to public ladies' rooms until I was nearly 12. I thought of diapers as different kinds of undies. Until I was 6 when I was not diapered I always wore cotton training panties.often covered by vinyl pull-on panties, When I started 1st grade I no longer needed vinyl pants over my trainers.

I love this new chapter.

Tastes change about the use of language. Even back in old times there were many versions of English. Consequently there are many style books, including ELEMENTS OF STYLE and THE AP STYLE BOOK. June, when you were in school most promoted ELEMENTS OF STYLE. When you were in college studying journalism THE AP STYLE BOOK was all the rage. But, did you ever study proofreading? Circa 1939 EB White was both a popular author and an editor of THE NEW YORKER magazine. He was selected to update Funk's circa 1920 ELEMENTS OF STYLE. The publishers of the update virtually gave free copies to most school libraries. The AP did the same with their style book for college journalism departments. The problem is that hardly everyone trying to use Standard English since 1960 entirely agrees with EB White's opinions. Also by 1960 THE NEW YORK TIMES style book became far more popular with daily newspapers. I began writing for Southern California newspapers as a kid in 1977. One of those papers was the LOS ANGELES TIMES which had its own style book. In 1978 I began working after school as a typist for a law firm. There we used the ABA style book. If your goal is to connect with readers of special interest fiction, such as members of DD, often it is vital to go easy on traditional style books. As an exercise, go to a library and check-out any of EB White's once popular books. If you enjoy those still ask yourself if your readers these days flock to EB White. Follow your own gut.

To me writing for DD is all about having fun. When I have the time, have a story idea and am in the mood, I write these stories. When those conditions to nor prevail. I do not write. As an attorney my job requires a lot of writing every day. I hardly expect anyone else to contribute to DD when they consider doing so to be a chore.

Since the GoodNites Tru-Fit reached the market early in 2014 those have been my usual day diaper. Tru-Fit have a washable panty with a waterproof pocket and disposable inserts. To me the advantage is that I can change the inserts discreetly without undressing. At home for bed I wear pinned gauze diapers with pull=on vinyl panties. I use from 1 to 3 ordinary Gerber Birdseye prefolds as soakers.