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Chapter 1: The Accident "No, no, no, no," Emily whispered to herself as she scrambled out of bed. She wanted to cry. Her pajamas were completely soaked. Running her hand back over her bed she realized that it to was soaked. She had wet the bed. Bedwetting wasn't new to Emily as she had started having nighttime accidents a few months before. The only issue was that because of her accidents, Emily had been wearing Huggies Pull-ups to bed every night. Well, except last night, of course. Last night, she had decided that she was a big girl and didn't need to wear one of her pull on diapers and so after her mom wished her goodnight, she switched her Pull-up for a pair of panties. Emily knew that her mom would be upstairs soon to check on her and make sure she was up and getting ready for school. She needed to hide the evidence from her accident, fast. She stripped off her pajamas and slid them underneath her bed. She didn't have time to shower and so she did her best to towel off before getting dressed for the day. when it came to her bed, Emily only had one option and that was to remake her bed like she did every morning and hope her mom wouldn't realize she had an accident. She would deal with it when she got home from school. "Emily," July, Emily's mom, shouted up the stairs. "Are you ready yet?" "Coming mom," Emily replied. She made sure that everything was where it should be before heading downstairs. "What took you so long, sweetheart? You're going to be late." "Sorry mom, I slept past my alarm clock." "Hmm, ok. Did you have an accident?" "Mom," Emily whined, "I didn't wet the bed." She hated being asked that question. It made her feel like a baby. "Alright, I'm just asking," July replied, handing Emily her lunch box and water bottle. "Now come on, let's get going." Grateful her lie had passed, Emily grabbed a pop-tart out of the pantry before climbing into the back seat of the car. Now all she had to do was make it through the school day without her Mom finding her wet bed and pajamas. With that, Emily dove into her strawberry pop-tart with a sigh as her mom pulled out of the driveway. Throughout the school day, all Emily could think about was her accident. She was worried that her mom would find her wet sheets and the thought made her uneasy. Even if her mom didn't find out about her accident, she had no idea how she was going to clean up her sheets without being asked about them. Maybe she could pretend to spill some juice on her sheets to have an excuse to wash them? No, she would still get in trouble for spilling on her bed and her sheets would smell from the accident. The whole thing made her head hurt and she wished she had just worn the stupid Pull-up in the first place. As soon as the bell rang after school, Emily grabbed her backpack and fought her way through the horde of kids to the car rider line. She only had to wait a few minutes before she spotted her mom's car and sure enough her name was called out by one of the teachers. A pit formed in Emily's stomach as she climbed into the back seat of the car. All she wanted to do was pick her mom's brain about whether or not she had found out about her accident. Emily knew better than that though and kept quiet about the subject. "Hey, sweetheart. How was your day?" "It was good. We got to go to PE today instead of music, and I got an A on my math test." Emily's uneasiness was already starting to go away as she relaxed. Her mom was asking the usual after school questions. She didn't seem suspicious at all about the accident. "That sounds like a fun day. Anything else you want to tell me? "Not really. We started a new book today in class, but it's pretty boring." "Is that all you want to tell me about?" "Yyyaaa." Emily fidgeted in her seat. The pit in her stomach was back and she felt a little nauseous. Her mom had to know something was up, but she wasn't going to admit to anything. "Are you sure there's nothing else that happened. Outside of school maybe?" It was over. Emily knew her mom had found out about her accident and it was time to fess up. Her face was bright red and full of shame. She tried to avoid the conversation a minute longer by gazing out the window. "I... I had an accident last night." "I know you did, sweetheart. Why didn't you tell me?" "I don't know." "That's not an answer, Emily." I... I didn't want you to be mad that I didn't wear a Pull-up last night. I'm sorry momm... mom. I... I didn't mean to." Emily was on the verge of tears. She felt bad for lying to her mom. She didn't normally lie, but lying about the accident seemed better than admitting that she hadn't worn a Pull-up to bed like she was supposed to. "Sweetheart, you should have told me this morning." "Would you have been upset?" "Yes, sweetheart, I still would have been upset that you didn't wear a Pull-up, but we all make mistakes. What I'm more upset by is the fact you lied." "I'm sorry, it won't happen again." "I know it won't happen again because there are going to be some changes around the house." "What do you mean?" "You'll find out when we get home. I want to show you your room before we talk." Emily didn't know what to think. What had her mom meant by "changes around the house" and why did she need to see her room? The only thing she knew for sure was that she was in big trouble and she slumped back in her seat, sitting in silence for the rest of the drive. At home, Emily slowly trudged inside and set her backpack down. She watched her mom head upstairs and she tried not to follow. She wanted to stay as far away as possible to try and avoid whatever punishment she was about to receive. "Emily, where do you think you're going, little one?" July asked, holding out her hand. "Come on, let's go see your new room." Little one. Emily had never been called this before. It stopped her dead in her tracks. Her mom had never been so serious and yet so calm before. She had no choice but to take her mom's hand and follow her up the stairs. Taking each step as slow as possible to try and delay the inevitable. Upstairs, Emily found something she wasn't expecting. There was a new sign on her door. It was a cute, pink sign that was very babyish in design. What she couldn't figure out is why it read "Emily's Nursery" in big bold letters. She had to read the sign a second time just to be sure her brain wasn't playing tricks on her. She hadn't been mistaken though, the babyish sign on her door hinted that there was a nursery on the other side of the door. Her nursery. But that didn't make any sense. She didn't have a nursery, she had a bedroom. "Don't be afraid, sweetheart, go look inside." Emily wasn't sure if she wanted to see inside, but her mom's firm hand on her backside coerced her into the room. Thanks for reading! This is my first story here on dailydiapers so please leave a comment and let me know what you think.

Have you ever just had that feeling? You open your email and for some silly reason you just feel the need to click on the social or spam folder? I did after scrolling for a while one email caught my eye. Titled "help save your town in 2045!!!" Being of political back ground the year caught my eye. 2045 hads not even happened yet! The political calendar for that year was not even a dream. Thinking it was just another lease your farm to the solar people I clicked on it. The font was simular but different, Almost as if my computer we barely able to display the letters and words on thr screen. Think of a computer font that was typed but had a hand drawn threw it like a left handed person wrote it with slow drying ink. The first line I almost clicked off. "THIS NOT SPAM!!! PLEASE DON'T CLICK OFF OR DELET!" Great some poorly written chuckle head can't even pay attention to the little red squiggly line. That statement made me want to do just that. My mouse on my laptop was heading towards the delet button as I glanced at the next line. "In the future you actually make your abdl town!" Now that is interesting I thought to myself. I had joked around with people that I know from the dialy diapers chat about that or maybe some one from kik or fetlife but no one who had this email would ever have a clue about thst secrete part of me. I scratch my chin leaning forward in amazement. I click windows defender run a scan of my computer. I must have been hacked. The next line will have to be some sort of request for money to keep them from sharing about my private life. However the scan comes back no threats detected. No virus no google data breach containing my life secretes. I flush thinking that I had finally done it. Used one of those auto populating forms and shared my non diapering daddy alter ego to that world. Now some wanna be pay to play Mommy Dom type that usually would promise greatness then fall off the earth had my private information! I start to sweat. Damage control time. I log off, call the bank and order new cards change all my passwords and just take a breath. A couple hours later after I have calmed down, and frankly put it out of my mind. As usually I click on my email. Up pops the "you closed your email with items still open would you like to restore them?" Sure what the heck I click it and front in center the email is again in my face. Sudden rembrrance wash over me. I never did finish reading this earlier. Just went into damage control mode. Feeling safe from my early securities I decided to read more of it. It said. "In 2040 you retire your family is grown and gone. The United States is now the divided states of America. Being of historically conservative back ground you move to the mid west at this time as the county is starting to break up." I lean back and just kind of think about that the year is the year that I should retire and as far as the right is from the left I guess I would not be surprised if there were changes by then. But who would know this much about me to write this? I read on, "you sold out and moved west. The teachers penson system was still intact and able to be directly deposited into youe bank account still in the central states region. You took a life times worth of earnings and purchased a massive multiple 1000s of acres contagious spread surrounding a farm town full of buildings that had all been abandoned. Your life savings combined with a grant to redevelop a community, this town full of dusty empty buildings is all yours. In the center of the town you eventually have a statue of a worried looking little on her knees next to the massive mommy figure with a removable paddle in her hand away from the kneeling girl. The other holding a leash going to the little beside her. " I leaned back and stared in disbelief.

This is my first story in English. I wrote a lot of stories in Dutch, and this is the first one I translated into English. Please let me know what you think of it. A 14 year old boy tells his darkest secrets to his girlfriend he only knows online. He only dares to tell about his bedwetting and his diapers because he will probably never meet her in real life. She doesn't believe him... at first. "No, not true. Now you're going too far. I don't believe it anymore. Bullshit!" She wrote, her message coming in with a soft ping from the laptop's speakers. To the left of her message, a very small photo of her face was visible as an icon. All you could see was a very small girly face surrounded by long blond hair. We also spoke regularly via video chat, but that was not possible now. I had to do homework and my mom was strict and maybe she could hear me from downstairs. I was actually not allowed to use the laptop at all, but only because I was doing French I needed the laptop to translate words. That was my excuse. If my mom knew I was spending my time chatting with my girlfriend, she would definitely get mad. I smiled, because even though I knew it had told the truth, I wouldn't have believed it either. "Really." "No way!" "It’s true." "You're lying. You're fourteen." If we had looked each other in the eye, via our webcams, she would have seen me blush. I had told her something I wouldn't dare tell anyone else, but I trusted her and when we challenged each other half an hour ago to share our deepest secrets, I had told her mine. I trusted her. We lived two hundred kilometers apart and we had never met in real life. We had met online and gradually a friendship had developed. Nowadays we sent messages to each other daily, usually via chat but lately also via WhatsApp. We told each other everything, or almost everything. She didn't know anyone in my circle of friends, and I didn't know any of her friends. And the chance that we would meet in person was slim at least, maybe in the future. We already knew quite a bit about each other. For example, I knew she had a boyfriend and they had made love last month. She had let her boyfriend's hand slide into her panties, and she made him cum. She was a year older than me, but in that respect she was way ahead of me. I had girlfriends, but never that way. I had never kissed a girl, let alone put my hand into her pants. I said I was jealous and she laughed out loud. She hadn't laughed at me, but had said she liked me too. We had been video chatting then and to my surprise she had unbuttoned her blouse for me and lowered her bra. It had only been a few seconds, but I had seen her bare breasts. For a few seconds, and then she'd kissed the webcam and disconnected. Of course I was in love with her. "I am a bed wetter." That had been my confession. That was my deepest secret that I wouldn't tell anyone else, but I felt my secret was safe with her. I had waited anxiously for her answer, and her answer had taken longer than usual. I got that. My secret would undoubtedly have come as a bombshell and I hoped she wouldn’t think of me as a baby. That she would make fun of me or something. I was pretty sure she wouldn't, but I feared it nonetheless. "Oh" she replied, with a little red-cheeked icon. "Doesn't matter. Still love you." Plus an icon with two red lips. Her message came in with a ping and I breathed a sigh of relief. Her response had given me the courage to go even further. "Not every night, but sometimes several times a week." "Does it get less?" "Only a little. Until I was eleven I woke up wet every morning. I can’t seem to get rid of it." "It will stop by itself." "I've been hearing that for ten years." I included a smiling face. "It really stops, please believe me. Bedwetting alarm?" I blushed again, and I shook my head. Actually, I was glad we weren't video chatting now, so she couldn't see my shame. While typing it was a bit easier to reveal your deepest secrets. All of a sudden I also felt the need to tell the whole story, as if I was relieved to finally be able to tell someone. This was my chance, and I felt like I now had an sympathetic ear. I started typing and promised myself not to stop until I had told everything. "There is a plastic sheet in my bed. I change my own bed at night and put the sheets in the washing machine. That is often in the middle of the night. Sometimes I have to wear a diaper, then I will sleep through. Mom says that I sometimes need diapers to get a good nights rest. I don't want it. " "That sucks." "Sometimes. Very sometimes. When Mom is really angry she sends me to bed and then she diapers me. And sometimes... she spanks me. On my bare bottom. She is very strict." It did relieve me. I had never told anyone this before, but now it was over. I waited anxiously for her response. There was no response. Suddenly it was silent from the other side. I read my own message back and nothing I wrote was a lie. A message came back, but without text. Just an icon with bared teeth, as if they were laughing very hard. She didn't believe me. "It's true. I didn't lie." "No, not true. Now you're going too far. I don't believe this anymore. Bullshit!" "Really." "No way!" "It’s true." "You're lying. You're fourteen. This can't be true." "I swear." I hadn't lied. It didn't happen very often, and to be fair it had only happened once in recent years. Mommy had never really spanked me again in recent years, but in the past I had regularly been lying over her knee and also with a bare bottom. And in recent years she had barely diapered me anymore, except when I was very ill once last year. And she diapered me when we were on vacation and had slept a few nights in a hotel, but then I had only just turned twelve. Last time she had spanked me and diapered me was not so long ago, and it was etched in my memory. That had been two months ago, on a Sunday evening. I had wet my bed three nights in a row and my exams were due to start on Monday. My mother had sent me to bed early and insisted that I would wear a diaper. Not only had I refused the latter, I had not gone to bed immediately. That was stupid of me. When my mother came upstairs an hour later she found me behind the laptop and was furious. She had pulled down my pajamas, gave me a few good slaps on my bottom, and then diapered me. I had cried like a toddler, and had felt like a toddler, but I had slept through the night. I had woken up dry and so the diaper had been in vain. "Then show me a diaper!" Wrote my girlfriend. "No. Can't. I have to learn, and can't chat. I’m afraid my mother hears me." "I knew it! You’re a liar." She sent me four smiling faces. "I’ll show you later." "No, now! Otherwise you go to the supermarket first." There was a new kind of sound coming out of my speakers, and I knew she had started a video chat. I doubted. I wanted her to believe me or I would have told the whole story for nothing. I accepted the video connection and her face covered the whole screen. I turned off the sound right away because I knew my mother was listening from downstairs and would come up right away if she heard a strange noise. "Okay, but I turned the sound off, so I can't hear you." I typed it and did not use the audio connection that was also established. I got up and opened the closet door. On the bottom shelf was a box containing the pack of diapers. This way I wouldn't have to worry about opening the closet door when someone was in my bedroom. I listened through the open bedroom door. Mom had me keep the door open, but that also made it easier for me to hear Mom coming. I knew she was busy downstairs, and I could hear her rummaging in the kitchen. I quickly opened the box and pulled a diaper from the half-full pack. I quickly walked back to my desk and showed the diaper in front of the webcam. I turned the rectangular-folded diaper around for her. I saw how my girlfriend looked at the image on her screen with astonishment. She looked for a few seconds and then said something, but I didn't hear anything. She remembered I had turned off the sound and started typing. "Unfold it." I saw her message and gently unfolded the diaper. The diaper creaked, but not nearly loud enough to be heard downstairs. I showed her the unfolded diaper from all sides and I assumed she was amazed at the size of the diaper. Normally you would see diapers in toddler size at most, but I was a lot larger than a three-year-old, and my diapers were a also lot larger. "Is it very uncomfortable?" I read her sentence, but I heard my mother at the bottom of the stairs. I knew I was in trouble if my mom found out I wasn't doing my homework, and panicked I looked around. I still had the diaper in my hand, the box of diapers was open and in front of my closet, and on my laptop you could see that I was doing something completely different than homework. I was wasting precious seconds in my panicky indecisiveness and realized much too late that I had to do something. Mama was already halfway up the stairs, and all I could hope for was that she wouldn't come straight to my room. Maybe she had a laundry basket in her hands and was on her way to the attic to hang the laundry, or maybe she had just ironed the laundry and wanted to put it away in her closet. I was afraid I wouldn't be that lucky. With a quick mouse movement I opened the window with the translation website, it would at least look like I was doing something for my homework. Now I just had to quickly hide the diaper and silently push the box of diapers back into the closet. I should just be able to make it. I ran to the closet with the unfolded diaper in my hand, but I did it without making a sound. At least I tried. The closet door was still open and I tossed the diaper into the bottom compartment. At least it was out of sight and that was quite something. And now finally only the box with diapers was still in plain view. Mama was almost upstairs and I heard her close by. I didn't have time to see where she went and I grabbed the box. With the flaps open I pushed the box into the cupboard, but it didn't fit at all. The box had to be closed and only then it fit snugly, leaving only an inch or two between the top of the box and the next shelf. In panic, I pushed, instead of quickly folding the box. It still didn't fit. Off course it didn’t fit. The box wouldn't go in completely like that. It got stuck halfway through, damaging the top a bit. The cardboard was too strong to bend with and two flaps reinforced each other and blocked against the shelf at the top. I realized that too, pulled the box out again and wanted to close it properly. "What are you doing?" My mother asked. I could tell from her voice that she was irritated. I was speechless. I had no idea what to say, nor could I think of any excuse for sitting on my knees in front of my closet door with the box of diapers in my hands. "Mom, I… I…" I stuttered. I felt flushed with shame. Mama bent to grab the box I had just closed with much difficulty. I think she wanted to check if my diapers were still there, but her eyes suddenly saw the unfolded diaper in the closet. Unfortunately, that diaper was not far enough in the back of the closet as I had hoped and intended. Mama pulled the diaper out of the closet and held it up for me. She looked at the diaper and wondered clearly why the diaper was out of the pack and had been unfolded in the back of the closet. The diaper was right in front of my face, but I was still looking up at my mother. She looked down on me now. "What is this supposed to mean?" She asked. I swallowed, blushed and shivered. I knew I was screwed. I would be punished: grounded, or no longer allowed behind the laptop. House arrest meant that I moved into the guest room temporarily, with no television and laptop, and no toys or comic books. There was only a bed and an empty desk, and I would only be allowed out to go to the bathroom and to eat, and of course to school if it was a school day. "I think you were supposed to be doing your homework, right?" Mom said, and finally she said something that I had an answer to. "That ... I.. I was doing that." I stammered again. I quickly scrambled to my feet and walked to my desk. I pointed out the French assignments I had done. I looked at Mom in awe and saw her carelessly throw the diaper on my bed and walk over to me. Mum was always well aware of my homework. I always had to tell her exactly what to do, and she often checked to see if I had done it. Now she snatched my notebook from the desk. She looked at it, flipped through it, and then looked at me in horror. "This is what you did? All afternoon? Is this all?" She looked straight at me, and I could do nothing but nod, realizing that she understood that I had done other things than my homework. I was desperate for an excuse as to why I could have done so little about my homework, and I tried to come up with a harmless alternative because I could never admit I had been chatting with my girlfriend. Then I would probably never be able to chat again. And I also looked for a legitimate reason why I took a diaper out of the box. I couldn't think of anything. Nothing at all. And all the while my mother looked at me with her piercing look. There was a painful silence, and it seemed as if that silence lasted for minutes. "I don't think I'll get answers today." My mother said resignedly, but that didn't reassure me. Mama almost always stayed calm, and calculating, but that didn't mean she wasn't angry. And I immediately noticed that anger. She grabbed my T-shirt and pulled it up. The fact that she started to undress me with a diaper on my bed made me suspect the worst. I knew it was too late to argue or apologize, and opposing her now would only make things worse. Still, I couldn't control myself and tried to pull away. "Stand still!" My T-shirt was already off and she threw it on the floor. She already grabbed my pants. I sputtered, more for form than to really oppose. She deftly opened my jeans, pulled them down mercilessly, with a lot of force, and immediately forced my underpants down at the same time. Suddenly I was naked in front of here. I screamed because this was something she had never done to me in recent years. In the past this meant a good and proper old fashioned spanking, but I couldn't imagine having to undergo that as a fourteen year old. Still somewhat stiff, I allowed it, and I felt my pants and underpants stuck just above my knees. My mother apparently thought I was undressed far enough. Without mercy she started spanking me and I cried out. Her hand slapped loudly against the naked skin and where I was used to be bend over the knee, she was now hitting me standing up. She hit me hard, but the pain was not too bad. The shock and shame were much worse than the pain, and after a few strokes I tried to shield my buttocks with my hands. However, the first five slaps were already direct hits. "Mom, don't. Please!" Mama slapped my hands away, and spanked me a few more times, but the blows barely hit. She then pushed me over to the bed. "You took the diaper out of the pack yourself, so we'll use it." She said with a cynical smile. I shook my head frantically. "Mom, please." "You will get diapered, then you can put on your pajamas and you will go straight to bed after dinner. Until then, you have half an hour to work on your French. You will do that at the kitchen table so I can see you. And now lie down!" She commanded firmly, pushing me towards my bed. I made small jumps to keep my balance, because the pants on my knees prevented me from walking. I sat down on my bed, bare bottom on the sheets. My mother immediately pushed me onto my back and forced my legs in the air, then she pulled my pants off. Mommy sat on the edge of the bed, holding my ankles together and up like I was a toddler. She pushed the diaper under my buttocks with her other hand. I shivered with shame. I was fourteen years old and I was just the same height as Mommy, but she still treated me like a little child. There was nothing I could do but let my mother put a diaper on me. And I would have to keep that diaper on for the time being, also downstairs at the dining table. I wasn't hoping that one of my friends would suddenly come over and see me sitting at the kitchen table in pajamas, and I wouldn’t even dare thinking about anyone recognizing the diaper under my pajamas too. Suddenly my thoughts turned to my laptop. I jerked my head to the side and looked at my desk. I was suddenly not sure if I had closed the video chat. I could remember I had hidden the Skype session behind a browser, but that did not mean that the session was ended or that the other one could no longer see me through the webcam. "No. No… No!" I groaned, almost crying. I realized that if the session was still open, I was now directly in front of the camera, and everything that had just happened had been in front of the camera. I groaned again and felt another shiver run through me. The fact that my mother had hit me and that I had to wear a diaper every now and then was bad enough, but if it had all been in full view, then my humiliation was complete. Still blushing, I looked into the camera of my laptop, lying on my back, naked. My knees were retracted and my feet were in the air, held together by Mommy, who meanwhile positioned the humiliating diaper under me. I really was not sure anymore, and just hoped no one was watching anymore. I did not dare to look into the camera and turned my head the other way. "What is it?" Mommy also sensed something was wrong, but meanwhile she pushed my thighs out. I was silent, as I had been unable to answer her questions all along. I patiently allowed the front of my diaper positioned on my belly, and I felt the adhesive strips to be fastened one by one. Mommy did it with great ease, as she had done it hundreds of times before. "Look at me." Mama commanded. "Put on some pajamas and get your school stuff. If I don't see you downstairs in a minute, you'd better get into bed right away. Is that understood?" I nodded. "Yes mommy." I said softly. Mama got up and left the room without looking back. She left me lying, idle and humiliated. I knew I should not waist any more time and got up quickly. My diaper creaked softly and I hated that sound, just as I hated the feeling of the tight plastic around my waist and in my groin and the wad between my legs. I almost ran to the closet. I didn't care about the webcam anymore, Mommy's command was more important. Much more important. Everything else I had no influence on anymore. I never wore pajamas anymore, but I still had two. I put on the biggest one, hoping it would best hide my diaper, and my diaper disappeared from view from anyone who might be watching. Then I walked over to my laptop, trembling with fear. I closed the translation website and looked straight into my girlfriend's face. I didn't want to look at her, but I did. It was only a very short moment. I shuddered to realize that she had really seen everything. I quickly closed the laptop, but not before I saw her last message light up. "You hadn't lied." I read. With all kinds of smileys.