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Nancy Joyrides Chapter 01 By Nancy E as told to Angela Bauer On Thursday, 18 October 2018 Nancy E saw a story on ABC TV News about a mother in El Paso, Texas who spanked her 14 year-old son with a belt after she caught the lad joyriding in her new car. That inspired Nancy E to tell me about a similar experience when she was nearly 16. I am rushing this to Daily Diapers. I would love to see comments. It is now April of 1999. My name is Nancy Cooper. I will turn 16 in a few weeks. I have passed my California written driver’s test and I have a student license so I can take driving lessons. I am just finishing Tenth Grade at Polytechnic Prep School in Pasadena, California where I live as an only child with my Mom (Megan) and my Dad (Kent). Oh, yes, incidentally, I have lost all my bladder control, meaning I always wear some kind of diaper. My folks have promised that as soon as I have my first driver’s license for several months I will be allowed to use a family car only when one of them accompanies me. Once they are convinced that I am a responsible driver I will be allowed to drive alone or with someone over 18 with a driver’s license until I turn 18 myself. That is when I will be allowed to have my own car. Then I will pay for my auto insurance, but they will give me the car and pay for gas and maintenance. I am happy with that deal. Sometimes I chafe not being able to drive friends my age or younger. It does not seem fair. My driving instructors say I am ready to take my behind-the-wheel driving test now, but I have to wait until I turn 16. Life sucks! For as long as I can remember my Dad has driven a Bentley. He is a name partner in an important law firm founded by his grandfather. His father just retired from the firm. Dad specializes in corporate civil litigation. He feels entitled to own a Bentley. Mom has always driven SUVs. Currently that is a Cadillac Escalade. I have never been allowed to even sit behind the wheel of Dad’s Bentley. I doubt that Mom has ever driven it. I practice driving in a dual control car from my driving school or with Mom in her Escalade. A couple of weeks ago Mom bought a new Mercedes as her second car. Fortunately our home has a four-car garage. I assume one space is reserved for my future car. Anyway, recently I have taken to driving Mom’s new car up and down our driveway, when she is away, of course. I know that is against the rules set by my folks. Yesterday I did a very naughty thing. I am sure my Mom totally over-reacted. All I did was ‘forget’ to turn on the home security system when I was alone and had permission to walk or ride my bike away from home. I feel I am too old to ride a bike for transportation like a little kid. I mean, it is bad enough that during the day when I’m not in school my diaper is a Size 6 Pampers. For school their rules require me to wear a less comfortable Attends Adult Breathable Small. The school feels less absorbent diapers will leak during class. That is also unfair! When not in school I frequently wear a Pampers for over 4 hours without ever leaking. At school I never wear the same Attends as long as 4 hours, so they get wasted. At least the school nurse finally has allowed me to change my own Attends. In frustration, after I turned our security system off, I took the spare key I had made a couple of weeks ago and started Mom’s new car. I decided to drive it around the block, which is over a mile. That was so much fun! As I was approaching our driveway I decided to drive around three blocks. As I was turning a corner to return home on the street to our north I saw my friend Karen walking by herself. I stopped and offered her a lift. She never asked if I suddenly was allowed to drive. She is only 14 and is not in a hurry to start driving. What I did not know was that Karen’s mother saw her get into an unfamiliar auto. She could not see who was driving so she was worried for Karen. I also did not realize that each time I use my code to turn off our security system, the operator contacts Mom or Dad. Mom had assumed I would stay at home on a beautiful spring day. She asked the operator to send a security officer to our home to double check that everything was okay, especially that I was home, and so was her car. A few minutes later a security officer phoned Mom to say I was not home and neither was her car. Mom instructed the security officer to activate the Lojack in her car and to inform the police that her car had been stolen. There I was driving without a care in the world. When I saw a police car approaching in the opposite direction I casually waved at the female officer. I had dressed up for my drive, wearing my bright red lipstick, eye makeup, thigh-high stockings and 3” stilettos. My skirt was barely long enough to hide my diaper or the tops of my stockings. My blouse was form-fitting and décolleté. I felt sure I looked mature enough to be driving that car. Apparently the female cop learned Mom’s car was reported stolen. I did not see her make a U-turn. Karen and I were talking. Suddenly behind me I could hear a siren. I pulled as far as I could to the right to let the siren pass. Karen turned in her seat and told me a police car with flashing lights was behind us. Seconds later I could hear a female voice over a loudspeaker ordering me to stop my car and shut off the engine. When I stopped the loudspeaker ordered me to roll down both front windows, for me to throw out the keys and for both of us to stick our arms out our respective windows. Nothing happened until two other police cars arrived, one with two officers. Turning I could see every police officer had a gun, three pistols and a shotgun. I peed; fortunately I was diapered. Karen also peed; unfortunately she was not diapered. I was ordered to slowly get out of the car, turn with my back to the officers and lift the hem of my blouse. Then I was ordered to lay prone in the street. I complained I did not want to get my clothing dirty. The answer was getting dirty was just too darn bad! Karen was told to do the same. She was wearing slacks. One of the officers shouted, “The passenger wet her pants!” Very soon I was handcuffed and lifted to my feet so I could be searched. I told the female officer that I was wearing a diaper. I was not allowed to talk to Karen. Each of us was put in the back of a different police car. I noticed that an officer had taken a piece of plastic sheet to protect the back seat of Karen’s car. The officer with 3 stripes on his sleeves told the others that both of our mothers were headed to the police station. The officer without his own car picked up my key and would drive Mom’s car to the police station. I told the officers that my diaper bag was behind the driver’s seat and that I would need a change as soon as we reached the police station. The driver of my police car put my diaper bag in the trunk of his car. At the station Karen and I were taken to separate interview rooms. A different female police officer wearing plain clothes brought my diaper bag into the room. She asked what I needed from the bag. I told her just a Pampers and the baby wipes. She must have been surprised to see how I had modified Pampers with packing tape. It turned out she was a detective with a 4-year-old daughter who still sometimes needed diapers during the day and always at night. By way of conversation I told her that I wore gauze diapers to bed, Attends to school and Pampers as often as possible to save money and because they were more comfortable. My handcuffs were removed. I removed my skirt. The detective said she had never seen a gal my age wearing a Pampers before, especially one that wet. I asked her for one of the plastic shopping bags from my bag to hold the wet diaper and wipes. She put the shopping bag on the table along with the wipes and a fresh modified Pampers. I removed and folded the wet Pampers, using the packing tape to hold it folded. Then I wiped myself clean. Finally I put on my dry Pampers. The detective told me she had spoken to my Mom. Her instruction was that I was to leave off my skirt, but that I could put on my blouse. I was told that Karen’s mother would be driving my Mom so that Mom could drive her new car home. After what seemed like forever, Mom appeared at the door of my interview room. She wanted the diaper bag, saying, “Karen will be going home in a diaper, after her spanking. As for you, Young Lady, I’ll remove your diaper when the time is right!” Soon, even with the door closed the detective and I could hear Karen wailing during her intense spanking. I know that in the past Karen was routinely spanked. We had compared ‘war stories’ about getting spanked. Eventually Mom appeared in my interview room, holding a Mason Pearson hairbrush. The detective got up from her chair. Mom undressed me, finally removing my diaper. From my bag she removed a changing pad which she used to protect her lap after sitting down in the armless chair. I assumed the position of shame without instruction, my head to Mom’s left. I tried to be stoic, but soon I was sobbing and yelping. The detective was so impressed she asked where she could get a similar hairbrush, explaining, “My eight and nine year-old daughters now need more than hand spanking.” When I was limp and sore, Mom pointed out how she had concentrated on my spank spots: “My Young Lady will feel her spanking for hours. No worries, tomorrow I’ll give her another spanking, and keep that up until I am sure she will never think about joyriding in the future!” So saying Mom presented her Mason Pearson to the detective. “Please don’t worry; I have a spare hairbrush in reserve at home.” Only after my tears stopped and I was allowed up from Mom’s lap did I realize several female officers, as well as Karen and her Mom, had been watching my spanking. They also saw Mom re-using my still dry Pampers. At least I was allowed to wear my hose, skirt and blouse home. However, Mom had brought me a pair of flat slippers: “My Young Lady will be grounded from high heels and makeup for a long time. She will have no further driving lessons until she is seventeen and might not get her license until she is 18.” Both of us thanked all the police officers. I never had to go to court about my joyride. My parents had to pay the cost of the police response, a few thousand dollars. My allowance was docked to cover the cost, I did learn my lesson. Our mothers made sure every student at our school and all of our friends learned about our spankings at the police station. I was teased about that until I graduat Nancy Joyrides DD edit 01.docx