Posted on Fri, 19 June 2020
Mr. Washington asked me to write out my story and I agreed. I’m not the best writer, but he agreed to edit the spelling for me after I submit it. Lol
Anyways, my name is Allison. I’m a 28 year old woman from the West coast and this is the story of how I got into diaper discipline. It’s probably different than the stories you’re used to because I didn’t discover this side of myself until I was 23.
In 2015, I was in the final year of my bachelor’s degree and was living with this girl, Tracy, I had met at work. We both worked at coffee shop that was similar to the bikini barista theme. We didn’t wear bikinis though, just tight low cut shirts and tight pants. All of the girls were very attractive, which was a prerequisite to work there.
A few months after we moved into our apartment, I came home early and saw that her boyfriend’s car was in the parking lot. I was tired and needed a nap, so I snuck into the apartment as quietly as could trying not to disturb them.
As soon as I walked in, however, I noticed the TV was on and a football game was playing. Her boyfriend, Allen, was reclined back on the couch in his boxers. Tracy was standing in the corner next to the TV. She was wearing a cropped t-shirt and her bare ass was bright red and covered in welts. Around her thighs was a thick, pink diaper that had obviously been pulled down.
Not understanding the kink at the time, my mind immediately went to abuse. Thinking the worst, I pulled out my phone and started fumbling to dial 911. At that point, they both realized I was there. Allen jumped up and Tracy bolted for the bedroom.
Upset, I started screaming at him that I was calling the police and started fumbling into my purse looking for my mace. Allen called for Tracy, shouting that I was calling the police. She came back into the room with a blanket wrapped around her and begged me not to call. I was still freaking out, so she told Allen to leave. He quickly got dressed and slid past us and out the door.
Tracy sat me down and explained that it was a dynamic thing and it was all consensual. She was embarrassed to tell me, but it was better than explaining everything to the police.
We talked for several hours and ordered pizza. She was stoked to be able to discuss that side of herself with me. She said she had told one friend before and she did not respond well at all. I told her I thought it was kinda cute and admitted that I liked to be spanked as well.
Over the next few weeks, Allen spent a bit more time at the apartment. Now that they didn’t have to hide their dynamic from me, they could enjoy themselves a bit more often. I, on the other hand, found myself listening and fantasizing from my lonely bedroom.
Things changed one night while Tracy and I were enjoying a night in, drinking wine and eating Chinese food. I got a bit tipsy and confessed that I had been eavesdropping and told her how envious I was of what they had. That’s when she dropped a bomb on me and told me they’d be happy to include me and had discussed wishing it could happen multiple times. They just figured it wasn’t my thing. After a bit of pressing, I told her I would “probably be okay” with a spanking thing, but I wasn’t really into the other stuff.
The very next evening, when I walked in the door after work, Allen was sitting on the couch in a suit and tie and Tracy was wearing a diaper and lying on the floor coloring with crayons. It was the first time they hadn’t kept their dynamic in the bedroom when they knew I would be home.
As soon as they noticed me, Allen stood up and faced me.
“Tracy tells me you’ve been a very naughty girl and need to be spanked. Is this true?”
I was not prepared for this and I found myself blushing. I couldn’t speak, because part of me wanted to walk away angry, but another part of me wanted to say yes. Instead of responding, I just stood there like an idiot staring at him as I blushed bright red.
“Young lady, do you need a spanking?” He asked again.
I swallowed hard and I could feel myself getting wet. As scared as I was, I knew I had to just jump in or it might never happen again. I nodded shyly and he smiled.
“Take your pants off and come here, please.”
I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. Since underwear caused panty lines, we didn’t wear them at work, so I found myself naked from the waist down as I shakingly walked toward Allen. I was scared, but Tracy had a wide grin on her face.
He sat on the arm of the couch and pulled me over his left knee. I braced myself against the cushion, as my toes barely touched the floor.
“All right. I’m going to give you the butt blistering you deserve, but you keep those eyes dry and think about your behavior. If I find tears, you’ll spend the rest of the night in diapers with Tracy. You understand me?”
It was his way of slyly asking for consent to put me in a diaper after the spanking I had already consented to. I appreciated the way he could probe for consent without stepping out of character. Even though I had no interest in wearing diapers, it seemed more palatable if it was a punishment.
“Yes, sir.” I answered.
He started off softly and gradually increased the severity of the swats, testing my limits and reading my body language. I could feel my wetness dripping down my leg by the 40th swat. After a few minutes, it really started to sting and I began to struggle.
At one point, I reached behind me to block the blows, but he expertly pulled my arm up to the middle of my back and held it there. Suddenly lacking any control whatsoever, I burst into tears. It was less about the pain of the spanking and more about the surrender I desperately needed.
He gave me another twenty or so swats and then stopped. After rubbing my bottom for a minute or two, he helped me to stand and then pulled me into a hug. I just melted into his arms for several minutes.
When I regained my composure, he pulled a hankie from his pocket and wiped away my tears. As he did he looked into my eyes and spoke.
“You know what these tears mean, right?”
It was another form of requesting consent without breaking character. I still wasn’t keen on wearing a diaper, but I didn’t want that to be the end of our scene so I nodded with a pouty look on my face.
“Tracy, honey, will you get the diaper bag please?”
“Yes, Daddy!” She responded excitedly.
Allen helped me down onto the coffee table and Tracy handed him the diaper bag she had retrieved from the bedroom. He pulled out a printed diaper just like the one she wore and expertly lifted my legs and slid it under my butt. As he taped it up, I felt both embarrassed and amazing at the same time.
He told me to lie on the floor with Tracy and color while he made dinner. I was still super embarrassed, but she quickly made me feel like it was absolutely normal. Before long, I was coloring away and enjoying my newfound little space. The warm ache in my bottom constantly reminding me of my place.
That night, they both tucked me into bed and then went to the other room where I heard them having very aggressive sex. I masturbated in a diaper for the first time and then fell asleep.
After that night, we had the occasional scene. It was not a new dynamic for all of us, but I was included once or twice a month. It was enough to fuel my fantasies, but I really wanted more. The diapers became a focal point for my kinks, even though it was the one aspect of my experiences I like the least.
In late 2017, I moved to Seattle to put my new degree to work. My career took a lot of my time, especially at the beginning, but I desperately needed a good spanking and a bit of diaper discipline. It was actually a friend in the community that suggested I reach out to Mr. Washington.
I emailed him and expressed an interest in such activities. We had a bit of a miscommunication at first, because I wasn’t aware that he ran a web site and frequently hired ABDL models. So, when he started discussing pay, I misunderstood and thought he was asking me to pay for his services as a disciplinarian. Looking back, I realize he was very clear about the modeling. I simply glazed over it as I repeatedly read the parts of him emails about how I would be disciplined. They were actually examples of scene ideas. Lol
When I showed up at his house, I was expecting to be put in my place right away. Instead, he was very cordial and asked to see my ID for age verification. Seemed like a legitimate ask, so I thought nothing of it. Then he showed me the nursery and I saw all the camera equipment set up. The look of confusion on his face when I asked “You’re not going to film this, are you?” is something I will never forget.
At that point, we paused and hashed out the confusion. I felt idiotic when I realized my mistake, but he just laughed it off and insisted it was fine. At the end of the conversation, I was ready to leave, but he told me that what I wanted was certainly available and I was welcome to stay the weekend and get the full experience if I wished. I jumped at the chance.
We discussed my limits, experience, and expectations. He paid attention to everything I said and asked a great many questions for clarity. When we were both satisfied with the arrangement, we shook on it and he told me to strip down.
Being my first visit and only the second person I had done such things with, we kept it tame. He blistered my butt with his hand until I was bawling, then he put me into a diaper with a stuffer and short shirt I had brought with me.
Over that weekend, he treated me mostly like a toddler. We had many adult conversations, but I was usually in a soaking wet diaper and playing with toys or watching TV as we had them. I got spanked one more time for using the potty to go number two without permission. And I spent a couple hours in the corner for not cleaning up the toys after playing.
Before my next visit, I had expressed other interests that I was too shy to tell him about in person. Mostly about making me cum in diapers and using bondage, but also about butt plugs and potentially being made to mess my diaper.
During my second visit, I spent a couple hours in the pillory which ended with my first spanking of the weekend using the belt. As much as it hurt my back, it was an amazing experience.
The second day there, he gave me two Fleet enemas during a diaper change, followed by an ultimatum. I could use the diaper or the toilet, but if I chose the toilet I would have to stand in the corner for two hours. Since corner time is the punishment I hate the most, it was a hard choice to make. As much as I wanted to experience messing my diaper, it was still a bit taboo for me to do by choice. I was hoping he would step in and just make me do it, but I understood that I hadn’t given explicit permission to take that step and this way my choice would be my consent.
Maybe twenty minutes later, I found myself desperate to move my bowels. Mr. Washington was in the kitchen and I was in the nursery alone, so it wasn’t a choice that could be made for me. I actually ran to the bathroom, deciding I would rather stand in the corner than take that step, but as I was about to pull the diaper down I just decided to give in. That resulted in an immediate and explosive release into the diaper. It was gross and I was disgusted by what I had just done, but also felt more turned on than ever.
I headed back to the nursery and waited for Mr. Washington to return. When he did, however, he was carrying the lunch he had cooked. Immediately he smelled what I had done and smiled. He made no mention of a diaper change as he pulled the tray off the high chair and guided me to sit down. It was hard to eat in the midst of the smell, but I managed to clear my plate.
After letting me out of the high chair, he took me to the bathroom and put me in the shower. My shirt was removed, then he removed the diaper – rolling it up and tossing in a small garbage bag. He used the shower sprayer to clean the mess from my nether regions and then told me to finish showering and meet him in the nursery.
Back in the nursery, he ushered me to the changing table. He used a thick, pink diaper and two stuffers to diaper me up and let me choose a t-shirt to wear with it. I was dressed that way for the rest of the day while I enjoyed my little space – coloring, playing with toys and video chatting with my old roommate.
I had to leave early the next morning, as I had plans with family. I’ve been back half a dozen times over the last few years though. As much fun as I have had on those visits, I have to say my favorite thing is the giant crib in his nursery. It’s just so massive, it makes me feel so small. Lying in that crib, thickly diapered and usually nursing a bruised bottom, are my moments of Zen.
I could go on and on, but I can’t spend all day writing this. I’m a regular visitor to the site, so please feel free to comment your questions and I’ll try to answer when time allows.