Posted by stinky babygirl on April 24, 2006 at 00:49 [67.68.248.163]
It has been a month since my last posting and nearly six weeks since my Daddy put me in diapers as punishment for touching myself in the bathroom. The only thing worse than being kept in diapers is having to write about it. For almost six weeks I have been extra careful to be on my best behavior and avoid another punishment essay. But here I am again, sitting in a wet diaper, irritating my diaper rash, with no hope of being changed until I finish this essay to daddy's satisfacton.
I am being punished for throwing a tantrum today. Daddy was telling me how proud he was of me for having been such a good girl and accepting my punishment. I innocently asked him how much longer I had to be in diapers. For some reason I always had it n the back of my mind that this would last a month or so. I told him that I had learned my lesson and could I please be his little girl again like before. We talked about it for a while. He asked me if I really wanted to be treated like a five year old again. I told him that I did. All the while I was letting myself get hopeful that my diaper punishment was coming to an end. Until Daddy said that usually babygirls had to wait five years to become five year old girls. The thought of being in diapers for five years was more then I could handle. I objected, I protested, I whined, I refused, I pleaded, I begged, I cried, I had a tantrum. First daddy lectured me, which always made my knees tremble. I stood in front of him quietly, staring at my shoes and listened as he reminded me of why I was being punished and told me that in order to properly use a bathroom like a big girl again I would first need to forget the toilet training I had learned. Reminding him that I had been a good girl and used my diapers only got me pulled over his knee and spanked for interupting. Still sobbing he sent me to the corner as usual and went on with his lecture. He explained that accepting my diapers was the first step but I wouldn't be ready to be potty trained until I proved I was completely dependant on them.
As much as I disliked having to actually use diapers, there is a part of me that is drawn to being forced to. But the idea of NEEDING them was something entirely different . I couldn't imagine myself in that position. My tantrum started up again. Then Daddy gave me a choice, I could accept my punishment on his terms or I could end our relationship, move out and rejoin adult life.
I didn't need to think about it very long. I agreed to continue living with daddy, diapers and all, for as long as he decides. For my tantrum, I spent the next hour standing in the corner until I wet myself and then I was told to write this if I wanted to be changed.
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