Posted on Mon, 26 March 2012
Hi DaddyJ,
I know I promised to write this a while ago. I’m so sorry it took me so long to get it done. I fully expect to be soundly punished the next time I come visit.
Anyway, not sure how to write this actually. You wanted me to write up a letter sharing the details of my visit to your punishment nursery, but I’m really bad at writing stories. Guess I will just try to stick to the facts.
I first met DaddyJ in July of 2011 through email. Being a fan of his site, I had been tempted to contact him for some time, but always assumed he wouldn’t have time for me. To my surprise he responded within minutes of sending that first email. We traded emails for about a week and discussed my desires and I became comfortable with him. We set up a weekend visit two weeks later. We live about 150 miles apart and I don’t drive or fly, so I took a bus and he picked me up at the bus station.
When we got to his house, we went inside and sat on the couch. He showed me a contract that basically said I was giving myself to him for the weekend and would follow whatever rules he set forth. After signing it, he took me downstairs to the punishment nursery I had seen in so many videos. He helped me strip out of my clothes and when I was naked he told me he was disappointed that I was not wearing a diaper and needed to be punished. He had sent me a diaper in the mail to wear when I arrived, but in my nervousness had forgotten it at home.
He pulled up a chair and sat down. Then he pulled me over his lap. He began spanking me with his hand and it hurt a bit more than I expected. We had discussed spanking in our emails and I had told him it wasn’t my thing, but he insisted that I would only be spanked if I broke the rules or disobeyed. I guess if I had been one of those girls that enjoyed being spanked he would have used a paddle or something.
After about forty swats, my was quite sore. He let me stand and had me lay down on the changing table. He put a diaper and three stuffers under my butt, but didn’t fasten the diaper. He grabbed a jar of suppositories and used his finger to jam three of them up my ass. Then he lubed up a butt plug that seemed monstrous in size and slowly slid it into my ass. I whimpered a bit and nearly cried when the widest part went in.
He fastened the diaper tight and helped me stand up. The diaper was already thick, but the three stuffers made it thick enough to cause a bit of a waddle. He helped me into the jumper and then put handcuffs on my wrists so I couldn’t get myself out. The seat of the jumper was forcing the plug further into my ass and I couldn’t relieve the pressure, because my toes barely touched the floor.
This was pretty much my ultimate fantasy. I’m not sure why, but I love the feeling of having my ass crammed full and feeling the desperate need to defecate. As the suppositories started to work, I started moaning in pleasure and pain. After about 20 minutes like this, DaddyJ came back in the room and tied a rope around the jumper at my waist and used it to hold a giant vibrator on my crotch. He tied it extra tight and then turned it on. I convulsed with a near instant orgasm that seemed to last a full five minutes. I’m not sure how long he left me there, but I had two more full blown orgasms before he released me.
After helping me out of the jumper, he bent me over the changing table and pulled my diaper down far enough to remove the plug. We then went upstairs to the dining room where he had me sit in the high chair. My hands were bound to the sides of the high chair and the tray was put into place. He went into the kitchen to make dinner and I felt the overwhelming need to defecate – which I did… loudly. Being seated made it difficult, but I was able to lift my ass a bit to do the deed. Sitting back down, however, made it squish all over and the smell was horrible.
DaddyJ came back into the dining room about 15 minutes later with my dinner. It was mashed potatoes, cream corn and spinach. He set the tray in front of me and told me I would sit there in my mess until every bite was eaten. My hands were bound, so my only choice was to lean forward and eat directly from the plate. It was quite the mess. DaddyJ, on the other hand, was eating his meal with a fork.
After he finished eating, he came to see if I was finished. Most of my food had migrated to the tray and my face, so he used a baby spoon to scrape it off and feed it to me. When he was satisfied that I had eaten everything, he made me four bottles of juice and released my hands. He said he would let me out when the juice was all gone. Unfortunately it was prune juice, which I despise. The taste of the juice, mixed with the smell coming from my diaper was quite unappetitizing, so it took a good long while to choke it all down. When I was finished, he let me out of the high chair and told me he would change me after I did the dishes.
After finishing the dishes, DaddyJ led me back downstairs and cleaned me up. He put the dirty diaper into a big trash bag and then tied it shut. This time he put two diapers under me with another three stuffers and taped them up tightly. It was incredibly thick. He then dressed me in a pair of footed pajamas. Once I was dressed, he handed me the bag with the dirty diaper and told me to take it out to the trash can by the street.
I was mortified by this demand, as the diaper was so thick it was clear to anyone looking what I was wearing under the footed PJs. When I tried to decline, he told me I had a choice. Either take the bag to the garbage or be tied to the spanking bench and receive fifty swats from the paddle. As much as i didn’t want to go outside dressed like this, I dreaded a paddling more. It turned out to be less stressful than expected. It was already dark outside and nobody saw me as far as I could tell. Regardless, I still ran to the can and ran back inside the house.
We watched a movie on the couch after that and then it was bed time. He put a blanket and pillow on the floor next to his bed and told me not to move from that spot until he got me up in the morning. He slept on the bed.
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In the morning, I was awake before he was. I didn’t actually get much sleep. It’s hard to sleep in a foreign environment, wearing a thick diaper and not fully knowing what to expect the next day. Still, I did as ordered and lay there quietly waiting for him to wake up.
When he woke up, he told me to get up and go to the kitchen and make breakfast. He said to make bacon, scrambled eggs and toast for both of us. When breakfast was done cooking, he put me back into the high chair, but didn’t bind my hands this time. He handed me a plate and fork and told me to eat. He sat at the table nearby and ate his.
After finishing his breakfast, he gave me two more bottles of prune juice and disappeared downstairs for about ten minutes. When he came back, he let me out of the high chair and I followed him downstairs. He took me into the punishment nursery and I saw a full enema bag hanging from a pole next to the pillory. After opening the pillory, he told me to get in. I was surprised how well it held me in place once closed and locked.
My diaper was soaked from multiple wettings through the night, but he just pulled the back of the diaper down far enough to get the enema nozzle into my ass. It was an inflatable nozzle that he pumped up several times and once again gave me the feeling of urgency I adore. Then he released the enema and I felt the warm water rushing into me. It was a very odd feeling. It scared and excited me at the same time.
When the bag was empty, he removed the nozzle and pulled the diaper back up. Then he told me to relax and get comfortable, because he was going to shave and shower. It only took about a minute before I was uncontrollably releasing the enema into the diaper. And every time I thought I was finished, more would come a few moments later. DaddyJ came back a while later. It felt like two hours, but was probably less. He strapped the giant vibrator to my crotch once again and then left the room.
I had another three orgasms within a short period of time and then I just became exhausted. He must’ve been gone for a couple hours, because my back was aching like mad from being locked in this bent over position. The vibrator was incredible at first, but now it just served to increase my discomfort. I actually started to cry at this point, which seemed to attract his attention because he came and let me out of the pillory.
I actually considered this a bit of a breakthrough. They weren’t tears of pain, they were tears of shame and actually helped me to find the elusive headspace so many submissives talk about. At that point I was utterly defeated and wanted nothing more than to be humiliated more.
After giving me a few minutes to collect myself, he took me to the bathroom and helped me get out of the messy diaper. He showered me clean and then ran a bubble bath. I sat in the tub as he scrubbed my entire body clean. Then he took me back to the nursery for a fresh diaper. This time he inserted the same butt plug as the day before, but no suppositories this time. There were also no stuffers in the diaper today. Once diapered, he dressed me in a skirt and blouse and told me were going out.
I was nervous, but this was one of the things I had told him I fantasized about. The idea that I could be caught diapered in public is a huge turn on. And knowing that he could expose me at any time just made it more exciting. We went to the mall and he made a habit of putting me in situations that mildly exposed my shame. We went to four different shoe stores, where different employees would sit in front of me to measure my feet or help me try on shoes would get a surprising peek at my diaper under the short skirt. None of them said anything, but they all had a funny look on their faces when they noticed. After the trip to the mall, we stopped at McDonalds where DaddyJ ordered me a kids meal and we ate in the lobby.
The rest of the night was mostly uneventful. He removed the plug before bed time and changed me into extra thick diapers and footed PJs again. We had a late dinner and I refused to eat the steak he cooked, because I don’t eat red meat. He promised me a spanking the next morning, because I had neglected to tell him that fact before he wasted a good steak.
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Sunday morning we didn’t have a lot of time. I had to get home and get ready for work the next day. We had to be at the bus depot by noon. DaddyJ put me in the pillory once again and I expected an enema, but instead received the spanking he had promised. He gave me twenty swats with his hand and then then twenty swats with the leather belt. It hurt and I cried real tears, but it was short lived.
He let me take a shower and then put me into another diaper for the trip home. No stuffers this time. I got dressed in a pair of baggy jeans I had brought with me and a long shirt to hide the diaper. We stopped for breakfast on the way to the bus depot and ate.
When we got to the bus depot, he had another surprise for me. He took me into the bathroom, where he pulled down my pants and diaper and squeezed a mini-enema into my ass. Then he pulled my diaper and pants back up and told me to enjoy the ride home. My bus was already waiting outside, so I gave the driver my ticket and got on the bus.
Not five minutes later, I felt the irresistable urge to fill my diapers once again. I know he expected me to ride home in a messy diaper, but my messes are quite stinky and I didn’t want to get kicked off the bus for creating such a disgusting distraction for the other passengers. So, i went into the bathroom at the back of the bus and used the toilet… I told DaddyJ of my disobedience and he promised an appropriate punishment when I visit next.
That is basically the story of my visit. If anyone has any questions, I would be happy to answer them. :^)
– Dot(Dorothy)