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**15 Diaper Discipline Punishments**

1. 12-Hour Lock-In

You’re double-diapered, locked, and *not allowed* a change until the full 12 hours pass—no matter how wet or messy you get.

2. Humiliation Script Reading

You must read aloud a script Mommy wrote for you: “Why I wear diapers,” “Why I am not ready for potty training,” etc.—on video or voice note.

3. No Diaper Change Overnight

If you misbehave before bed? You sleep in *whatever condition* your diaper is in. And you won’t be checked until morning.

4. Public Crinkle Walk

Padded heavily under clothes. Waddling obvious. Mommy walks behind you in control, just in case someone *hears*.

5. Diapered Chores Only

No clothes. No excuses. Just a pacifier, a chore list, and your thick diaper crinkling with every step.

6. Messy Wait Time

Once you’ve messed, you’re not allowed to whine, hint, or ask for a change. You *sit in it*. Mommy decides when you’ve had enough.

7. Sissy Time (If applicable)

You act bratty? You get dressed like a good little diapered sissy—pretty, pink, frilly, and humiliated.

8. Phone Confiscation

Big boys don’t behave like babies? No phone, no screen time—only coloring books, plushies, and baby toys allowed for 24h.

9. Full Diaper Diary

You record every wetting, messing, feeding, and change—with times, descriptions, and “feelings.” Mommy reviews it.

10. Spoken Confession

You kneel. Hands in lap. Look Mommy in the eyes and say what you did wrong, how it made you feel, and why you deserve punishment.

11. Bondage with No Change Permission

Hands restrained. Thick diaper taped. No release or change until you’ve begged and proven obedience.

12. Public Audio

You record an audio for Mommy saying, “I am a diapered baby. I obey. I mess myself. And I need Mommy.” She decides who hears it.

13. No Bathroom for 48h

You're not trusted anymore. Every bodily function goes in the diaper. That’s your new rule. Two full days. No exceptions.

14. Gagged & Plugged Time-Out

Silenced and filled. Sitting. Still. Diapered. Waiting. Mommy’s rules. You *wanted* strict? You got it.

15. Punishment Bottle

A bottle filled with a mix Mommy chooses: prune juice, warm formula, laxative tea…

Drink it all. Then wait. Then obey.

Strict. Unyielding. Controlled.

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Part One

“Bye, honey, I’ll pick you up at 5! Have fun today!”

She says it like it’s normal that I would have fun at a place like this.

I’m a grown man whose wife just checked him into daycare, and everyone acts like it’s just a regular thing.

How is this normal?

“Alright, kiddo,” an annoyingly chipper daycare worker says, “Your Mommy said this is your first day at daycare! I’m sure you’re nervous not having your Mommy around, but you’re going to love it here!”

“She’s not my Mommy! She’s my wife!”

“Awww, what a cutie you are! But your Mommy also thinks you’re a bit too…well, you shouldn’t be around the big kids, so I’m gonna take you to the nursery where you’ll fit right in!”

I look around at the room I’m apparently not ready for. If it weren’t for all the other “adults” toddling around—if anyone considers even them adults—it would be indistinguishable from an actual daycare.

It has it all: the large playmats with toys scattered around, colorful beanbag chairs, a table for snacks, cubbies for everyone, and an egregious amount of Sesame Street decorations.

And, in the middle of it all, a circle of Littles excitedly playing what looks like “Duck Duck Goose,” under the careful supervision of three workers.

In what world am I unable to handle this? I graduated college!

“But…why can’t I stay here? This is for babies! I can handle it!”

The daycare worker giggles in a “kids-say-the-darndest-things” type of way.

“Sweetie,” she sighs, like she’s explaining something so obvious it’s silly, “These are the big kids. They aren’t like you. Your Mommy said the Little’s Program™️ took your coordination and potty training—you’ll be much happier around Littles with the same…uh…abilities.”

Great. 

Not only am I trapped in daycare, legally unable to check myself out, but now I’m too little for a simple game of Duck Duck Goose?

And this girl, probably barely old enough to drink, thinks I belong in a nursery?

She grabs my hand and pulls me through the big kids, towards a door in the back.

The sign on the door says “suyNre.”

Well, that’s what it looks like to me. I may not be able to read anymore thanks to the Littles Program™️, but I can piece together what it probably says.

“Hey Mia,” the worker says as we enter the room, “We have a new friend! This little cutie is Timmy, and it’s his very first day here!”

There’s something familiar about Mia, but I can’t put my finger on it.

“Well hello, Timmy! It’s great to meet you!”

“H-hi…” I mumble, distracted by how radically different this room is.

This was an actual nursery.

Mia kneels down in front of me. “No need to be nervous, little one. You’ll have the best time with us, I promise!”

The other worker ruffles my hair. “Have fun, Timmy! I’ll come find you when your Mommy gets here!”

As she leaves, I get one last look at the big kids, laughing at their game, somehow wishing I could be there—it suddenly didn’t seem all that infantile.

Not compared to this room.

At least there weren’t oversized cribs out there. Or the lingering smell of baby powder and dirty diapers. And there definitely wasn’t a Little getting his diaper changed in the middle of the room.

“Earth to Timmy?”

“Wha? Oh, sorry…”

“You’re okay, hun. Were you looking at all your new friends?”

I was trying not to look at them, to be honest. Seeing the littles in onesies with diapers poofing out, happily playing on their tummies didn’t exactly make me feel better.

Especially when Mia thinks I belong with them.

“I-I guess..”

“Well, I know they’re always happy to make new friends! But first, let’s check that diapie of yours.”

Before I have time to react to “diapie,” Mia has unbuttoned my shorts and dropped them to my ankles.

“H-hey!”

Mia just smiles, sliding a finger into my diaper and running it all along the edge, checking for wetness like Sherlock Holmes.

“Sorry, hun, but this is the nursery. Nobody here is going to tease you for your diapers. Or for this diaper change. You’re soaked, mister.”

Mia flags down another worker, who grabs a spar diaper and changing supplies.

Mia pushes me to the floor. “Can you lie down for me, buddy? I promise I’ll be quick and you’ll be ready to play!”

I try not to look around, not wanting to know if this humiliating scene has an audience. Not when I’m in this position.

“Thanks, Susan,” Mia says, grabbing the supplies. Susan waves at me as she walks away.

Mia playfully pats my diaper before sliding my shirt past my belly button.

It’s all done so casually, so matter-of-factly. Like it’s just another diaper change.

I shudder at how normal this all is. 

As if I belong here, instead of work, where all my friends—my real friends—get to go. I wonder what they’d say if they saw me getting my diaper changed in the middle of the nursery like a baby.

Well, if they don’t already think I’m a baby. I push that thought away—one humiliation at a time.

And this diaper change is a far more pressing humiliation.

Luckily, Mia is brutally efficient with diaper changes. Wiping me down, lifting my legs, powdering me up like a professional.

Which, I guess she is.

She hums some sweet melody as she slides my next diaper under me. Though I can immediately tell this is no ordinary diaper.

As she tapes it up, the massive bulk is unmistakable. I can’t even put my legs together.

Mia laughs, watching me get used to my comically poofy diaper. “You’ll get used to it, we only use the very best diapers for our little ones—you’ll never get a rash on my watch!”

As if I’m worried about rashes—not how ridiculous I must look in this diaper. 

As I look down at my new diaper, I realize it’s not the bulk that’s most embarrassing, it’s seeing Elmo’s face and the silly stars staring back at me.

It even says Pampers on it, like it couldn’t get any worse.

“Can you stand up for me, Timmy?”

Gosh I hope so.

After a few attempts of wriggling my legs—and “supportive” giggles from Mia—I manage to get on my knees.

“Almost there! You can do it, champ!”

After a Herculean effort, I’m finally able to stand up, but I know there is no way I can walk in anything but a ridiculous waddle.

Just another thing to be embarrassed about.

“Alrighty, little one, let's get these shorts on you, huh?”

“Yes, please.”

Mia helps me balance as I step into my shorts, but it doesn’t take long to realize it’s not going to work.

“Uh oh! I don’t think these shorts will fit, hun.”

My mind races for a solution. Whatever it takes to get this diaper covered.

“C-can’t I just wear my normal diaper then? My shorts fit those!”

More giggling.

“Sorry, kiddo. All little ones in the nursery are required to wear these; it’s our policy. I’ll let your Mommy know for tomorrow, how does that sound?”

It does not sound good at all, thank you.

“NO!” I shout, “I won’t!”

I don’t even care how I sound, I won’t waddle around all day with nothing covering my diaper.

Enough is enough!

To my surprise, Mia’s arms envelop me in a big hug. “Shhh, shh, it’s okay, Tim—I mean Timmy—you’re having some big feelings. We can work on them together.”

I stop squirming, but not because of the hug. There’s something…right about the way she said Tim. And the perfume that smells strangely familiar.

“Good boy,” she coos, rubbing my back, “Just breathe for me, honey.”

Mia holds me for another minute or two before kneeling in front of me. “How about this, kiddo…it’s just about nap time. While you drift through dreamland, I’ll do my best find something that will cover your diapie. Does that sound good?”

“M…mhm…”

I don’t much like the idea of a nap, but at least I’ll have a blanket to cover me.

“There’s my brave boy!”

She takes my hand and walks me ever so slowly—it’s nearly impossible to walk in this diaper—to my crib.

“You’ll feel sooo much better after a nap, little one. You’ve had a big day, your little noggin needs a rest.”

I look around and see the same process happening to other littles, smiling as they’re tucked in.

“There you go, honey,” Mia coos, pressing my diaper to help me up. 

Mia grabs a blanket and expertly wraps me in it. Before I realize whats happening she’s done.

She just swaddled me.

I can’t move at all, trapped in my blanket like a baby, unable to even move my hands.

She clearly is an expert. 

I look up at her, feeling smaller than ever before but only see her smiling down at me.

She leans down and kisses my forehead. “Sleep tight, Timmy. I’ll be right here when you wake up with a warm baba of milkies.”

Soon, when all the other littles are tucked in, the lights dim and gentle music plays in the background. I barely even notice the littles in the other room playing.

Despite fighting with all my strength, I can feel my eyes growing heavy. But I won’t go down for a nap like some stupid baby!

Especially not when I’m swaddled! I’m an adult! Just cause my wife sent me to some stupid clinic doesn’t change that!

Yet my eyes shut anyway. My thoughts slowing. 

The last thing I remember before I fall asleep is Mia—an epiphany that’s lost as as soon as the world fades away and I’m no different from any other little taking their nap.

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Mistress Mommy and diaper cuck at the park:

Aww what a cute wittle baby. Did you have a nice walk with Mommy in the park? And you made a biig stinky - phew, you were soo cute when you lost control and had to squat down like a baby.

Now lets get my little stinker cleaned up - Mommy's girlfriends are coming over for dinner and you need to have your nap before. Aww it's gonna be soo much fun tonight! If you behave, Mommy might let you stay up late and sleep together with her in the grown up bed. Aww that perked baby up - just be cute and behave, then Mommy will make sure you have lots of fun... Don't say that Mommy isn't good to her fat little wimp! HAHAHAHA

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"Don't give me that look, Little Miss Pouty-Pants, you really should be thankful that we came across this bench on the walking trail so we can keep your dress clean, otherwise you'd have to wait for a diaper change until we get back to the parking lot. Or maybe that's why you're so fussy. Was my precious princess looking forward to the first time Papa gets to pop the tapes of your Pampers in the bed of the new truck? Don't worry, sugarplum, we've got a lot of errands to run this afternoon - the hardware store, the bank, dropping off your dry cleaning, ballet practice, groceries and maybe a stop for ice cream if you’re very good. Between all that and the various bottles waiting in the cooler for the rides in-between, it's just a matter of time!”

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It’s furry sissy princess @littleuce again

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What a great day at the zoo😍🦁 I was busy exploring 😝

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Messy young man.

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Not me but ooohhh

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Are you a little bitch boy who wants me to sit on your face in this while I tease you? Or are you a dom who’s gonna take me down a few notches and put me in my place?

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It's quite a feeling, humiliated and helpless as she squeezes your crotch, encouraging you to wet yourself... Telling you what a good little diaper boy you are. Despite all struggles you couldn't hold it any longer... Both of you could hear the hissing as you flood your diaper. Involuntarily you thrust your hips into her hand, a turned on horny little mess at this point. She laughs and teases you as she holds you in her lap, softly rubbing the front of your diaper. "I think I'll wait til morning to change you, but you can fall asleep in Mommy's arms tonight," She said as she pulled the sheets over both of you wiith soft kisses on your cheek and lips. Mommy's little boy.

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Had to run out for some provisions this morning. Good thing I remembered to put shorts on... Phew that could have been embarrassing 😅

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A new day in Belgium 🇧🇪

Someone started building work at 06,30 so that is something 😐

But time to find some breakfast and go on adventures 😄

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Your mommy told me that you wear diapers 🤭💦

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Princess Playroom💕

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When your diaper is squishy in all the right places😳✨️

...but your cage IS NOT 🥺