Posted on Tue, 22 May 2018
I noticed that you post letters that people write about their lives and I was hoping you might consider posting mine. :)
My name is Cheryl and I'm 27 years old. I have had this extreme desire to be diapered and spanked for as long as I can remember. No clue what led to this fetish, but it is a huge part of my life and I think about it all the time. Not a day goes by that I don't fantasize about being diapered and/or spanked at least five times a day.
A few times I have gone out on a limb and put myself at risk by meeting 'dominant' men on Craigslist. This led to a few good times, but mostly unfortunate experiences.
The first time I met a man online, I did not tell him about my desire to be diapered. Only the part of me that wanted to be spanked. He was much older than me - perhaps 50 or 55. It was pretty straight forward. He invited me in and he immediately found a reason for me to be punished(I was wearing jeans instead of a skirt as he had asked). He pulled me across his lap and gave me about fifty swats with his hand. After he finished, he told me to go stand in the corner for fifteen minutes to think about why I had been spanked.
When my time in the corner was up, he informed me that I had been fidgeting far too much while in the corner and that I had neglected to thank him for the previous spanking and would need to be taught a more severe lesson. He left the room for a moment and returned with a hairbrush. He sat on a nearby chair and pulled me close. I moved to lay across his lap again, but he stopped me and instructed me to drop my pants to my ankles. I did as ordered.
My pantied ass was quickly bent over his lap yet again and he began to beat my ass hard with the hairbrush. As much as it hurt, I was in heaven. It wasn't long before I was in tears and bawling like an infant. He gave me another twenty swats after I broke down in tears and then sent me back to the corner once again with orders to stand perfectly still.
I stood in the corner for the prescribed fifteen minutes and then we talked a little before I headed home. I came back for weekly spankings for a couple months, but I wanted more and couldn't bring myself to ask him to diaper me.
The second and third men I met online were just horrible. Not in a mean or nasty sense, but in a sense that they were too afraid of hurting me and would not give me the punishment I needed.
The fourth man I met was the first to know about my diaper fetish, which he shared. Our first meeting was decent as he definitely understood the diaper side of things, but he was another wuss about the spankings. Unfortunately, on our fifth or sixth meeting, he answered the door wearing a diaper. That image really tainted things between us, as I just couldn't see him as the dominant figure in my life after that. I did not return again.
The fifth man I met seemed perfect. He had no interest in being diapered himself, knew how to make diaper time a humiliating experience for me and could spank like no other. I thought I might have found the one, but it turned out he was married with children and his wife was unsupportive of his dominant nature. Yet another strike against meeting kinky men online.
Some day I hope to meet that special dominant man that understands my desires. Perhaps posting this letter will be a step in the right direction. I'm guessing a lot of dominant men visit here, considering the unique nature of the site. Thank you for your time and consideration.
Cheryl