Posted on Fri, 19 November 2021
Hello! My name is Beth and I wanted to share the story of how I became an ABDL.
For me, it started at university. I was renting a room from a nice older lady about three blocks away from school. My room was upstairs, but I had absolute privacy because she was no longer physically able to climb the stairs.
A few months after I moved in, she asked if I could go into the attic and find a box of old photos she wanted to send to her grandkids. Of course I obliged and started rummaging through the dusty attic looking for the box she described. It took a while, because the attic was cluttered with many decades of memories.
The ceiling was slanted down, so there was a lot of crouching as I scanned the boxes with the light on my phone. While in one of the darker corners, I discovered small windows along the side of the house. They were all about twelve inches long, but only three inches high. That is when I saw a spectacle that changed my life.
From the vantage point of that tiny window, I could see very clearly into the neighbor’s upstairs bedroom window. They had the curtains closed, but they didn’t block the arched top of the window. What I saw was the neighbor lady lying across her husband’s lap with her pants around her knees. He was in the process of spanking her and her ass was already bright red.
I’d always fantasized about spanking, but had no experience with it. I had considered asking previous boyfriends to spank me, but always chickened out. As I lay there watching, I became very turned on.
I don’t know how long he had already been spanking her when I started watching, but he continued for at least ten minutes. He would randomly stop and run his fingers between her legs, which was clearly turning her on.
When he did finish, things took a decidedly odd turn. He stood her up and embraced her, which was incredibly sweet, but then he laid her down on the bed and removed her pants. That’s when I noticed that she was wearing disposable bedwetter pants underneath(Pullups).
Once she was naked from the waist down, he pulled a huge disposable diaper from the dresser drawer and slid it under her butt. For a moment, I thought she might have a medical need, but the diaper had nursery prints on it. Plus, as he pulled it up between her thighs, she started to arch her back and tense her muscles as if she were having a spontaneous orgasm. She was clearly enjoying the diapering - and I realized I found it rather erotic myself.
After the diaper was taped up, he pulled her to her feet. She had a very coy smile as she slid to her knees in front of him and unzipped his pants. His cock was already swollen and I watched as she deep-throated him. In less than a minute, he came and she swallowed everything. They left the room a few moments later and I went back to looking for the photos.
Over the next two years, I would often sneak up to the attic when I saw their bedroom light on. Most of the time it was just regular bedroom stuff, but I did notice that she seemed to be wearing a diaper or pullup almost all of the time. I did witness a few more spankings and a number of diaper changes though.
During this time, I really started to explore my fascination with what I had seen. I started looking up spanking and diaper fetish material online. It took nearly a year before I gathered enough courage to order ABDL diapers. I found a site that does sampler packs, so I could try a dozen different diapers.
The first time I put a diaper on, I felt just like the neighbor during all those diaper changes I had witnessed. I was already aroused, so as soon as the diaper brushed up against my clit I had a near instant orgasm. It wasn’t long before I was ordering my favorites by the case and wearing them almost 24/7.
The neighbors moved away while I was in my senior year and I graduated a few months later. When I moved back home, I started dating a wonderful guy and put the ABDL stuff behind me - for a while. The more time that passed, however, the more I needed to feel a thick diaper between my legs.
About a year after we started dating, the perfect opportunity to share my secret presented itself. Joey(my boyfriend) asked me if I had any secret kinks while we were cuddling in bed one night. I was too embarrassed to answer honestly, so I deflected by asking if he had any secret kinks.
With a little prodding, he told me that he had always fantasized about spanking me. That was followed by a heartfelt explanation about how it wasn’t an abusive thing and he just had a thing for spanking girls. The follow up explanation wasn’t necessary though, as I was grinning from ear to ear as soon as he said it.
I was so excited by his answer, I squeezed him tight and said “You can spank me anytime, Daddy.” For a moment, I regretted adding the Daddy part, because it has a negative connotation for some people. However, he seemed to relish in it and started running his fingers through my hair.
A moment later, he looked deep into my eyes and said “You need a spanking now. Don’t you, young lady?” I gave him my best pouty face and nodded yes.
It was a bit awkward the first time. He sat at the edge of the bed and I sprawled across his lap. I was only wearing a t-shirt and panties, so he had a ready target once I was in place. He started spanking me very lightly, obviously worried about how much would be too much. That went on for a couple minutes and I was waiting for it to get harder, but the intensity never increased.
His lap was becoming uncomfortable and the spanking was going nowhere, so I turned to him and broke character. I told he could do it harder - a lot harder. He asked if I was sure and I responded with a bratty “If you don’t make me cry, I’m going to call you a pussy for the next month.”
He smiled big and then wrapped his left arm around my waist and pulled my ass up a little more. The next swat was significantly harder and I bucked a little on his lap. It genuinely hurt, but it also aroused me more than ever before. He smacked my ass as hard as he could about 80 times. It hurt like hell, but it elicited from me were moans of pleasure.
At that point, his hand was hurting too much and he stopped. I was disappointed, because I really wanted to cry. My disappointment didn’t last though, as he only paused long enough to reach for his pants and pull his belt from the waist. He wrapped the leather around his hand and brought the folded belt down hard across the middle of my ass.
It only took about 20 strokes before the tears began to flow from my eyes. By stroke 40, I was bawling outright and finally reached that state of endorphin nirvana. At 100 strokes, he stopped the assault on my ass and began to caress the bruises that now covered both cheeks. A few moments later, his hand moved between my legs. As soon as his fingers found my clitoris, I exploded in orgasm.
When he released his grip on my waist, I twisted around to my knees and pulled his rigid cock from his boxers and proceeded to give him the best blowjob of his life.
The best part happened about an hour later. As we were cuddling in bed, I joked that I would need to stuff a pillow in my pants because I needed some padding for the bruises. He quipped back “Or we can just get you some baby diapers” and chuckled at his own joke. I was still deep in that amazing headspace though, so I responded with a coy look and said “Promise?”
The cat was out of the bag at that point and he pressed me for more information. I spilled it all and told him about my interest in diapers. He told me it wasn’t really his thing, but if it made me happy, it made him happy.
The following weekend, he surprised me with an entire case of my favorite diapers he had ordered the morning after that first spanking. The bruises had only just faded, so the first thing he did was take me over his knee for another butt blistering. He was prepared this time and had purchased a wooden hairbrush from the store. It hurt a LOT more than the belt, which was perfect.
After the spanking, he fumbled a bit with putting the diaper on me. It was actually wonderful, because the constant adjustments to line it up meant the diaper was rubbing against my clit and swollen labia for several minutes. When he finally got the diaper taped up, I moved to my knees to give him head, but instead he pulled me to my feet and guided me to the corner. My nose was guided right into the corner and he told me to stay put until he came to get me.
Corner time was hot for a few minutes, but I was desperately in need of some sexual attention. Regardless of my desires, I stood in place for probably an hour before he pulled me from the corner.
He told me that corner time was the punishment he knew I wouldn’t like, so that is what he chose as punishment for not telling him about my kinks sooner. After a lengthy hug, he guided me to my knees for the promised blowjob.
That was about a year ago. Since then, he has spanked me at least once a week, but often two or three times. Sometimes, post spanking is met with a diaper and blowjob, but usually he wants to fuck me from behind before taping me into a diaper for post coital cuddling.
On days without spankings, I usually diaper myself for bed, but sometimes he does it. It really depends on how worn out he is from work. I’ve tried to make the diapers less awkward for him by always being extra attentive when I’m wearing them. I will rub his shoulders while he’s playing video games or give him a full body massage after work.
I wouldn’t trade my life for anything right now and I hope that never changes. :)