I don’t have many experiences yet, but I wanted to share one I had a few years ago.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a thing for the diaper punishment of women. Something about the humiliation of putting a grown woman into a diaper and knowing that I control every aspect of her life at that moment. And if she resists, spankings and other punishment may be necessary.
Anyway, years ago – before the internet was huge – I had posted an ad in a local hookup magazine for fetishists. The ad had a photo of me holding a paddle in one hand and a diaper in the other. The text beside it said I was looking for a girl that knew what the photo meant. It ran for about three months before I got a response by mail. She included a photo of her body and said that she was in desperate need of diaper punishment. Her name was Mary and she was a few years older than me, but in decent shape. Her letter included a phone number, so I gave her a call. We talked several times over the course of the next couple weeks and then finally decided to meet.
We had discussed a great many things in our phone calls. One of them was that she expected me to be very strict about every aspect of our visit. So, when she showed up five minutes late, I needed to punish her. After inviting her in, I ordered her to remove all of her clothes. Once she was naked and blushing, I put her over the back of the couch and removed my belt. She had a look on her face that was a mix of fear and shame. I gave her ten swats for each minute she was late for a total of fifty swats of my belt across her ass. When I finished, she had tears running down her face, but she also had a swollen labia. Despite the pain and shame, she was enjoying herself.
Next, I took her to my bedroom where I had all of the diaper stuff laid out. I told her to lay on the bed and then I placed a diaper under her ass. Lotion was rubbed liberally into her ass to cool the heat of the spanking. Lots of baby powder came next. Then, I pulled the diaper up between her legs and she shuddered in ecstacy as I taped it tightly closed. It was an old Attends diaper, which aren’t very thick, so I decided to add a second diaper as well.
At this point, my cock was as hard as a rock and she noticed. Without any prompting, she spun around on the bed and unzipped my jeans. My belt was already removed, so it was easy for her to pull out my dick. Once it was free, she sucked it right into her mouth and gave me the best blowjob I’ve ever had. Mary was the first girl I’ve ever been with that could deep throat and it felt amazing. After blowing my load into her mouth, I cuffed her hands behind her back and put her in the corner to finish her punishment for being late.
After an hour in the corner, it was time to get ready for her next humiliation. I reached my hand down the back of her diaper and inserted two suppositories into her ass. Then I helped her get dressed. We were going out to dinner and she was told to bring clothes that would fit over diapers. In her bag I found a long blouse and a skirt that came to just above the knees. With the outfit on, anyone would be hard pressed to notice the diaper, so I pulled the skirt higher on her waist so it barely covered her diaper. If she bent over or reached up at all, it would expose her shameful secret.
She was clearly a bit paranoid as we entered the restaurant and was constantly making sure the diaper wasn’t showing. When we sat down, she placed her napkin across her lap just in case. Halfway through our meal, she got that look on her face like she desperately needed to poop. She begged me to let her use the bathroom, but I simply reminded her that asking was grounds for punishment and not to do it again. A few minutes later, she audibly filled her diaper. It wasn’t loud enough for anyone at other tables to hear it, but we heard it and she was humiliated beyond belief.
Regardless of her discomfort, I told her we weren’t leaving until she finished everything on her plate. She gobbled it down, clearly in a hurry to leave, but I was taking my time and enjoying my food. Then I ordered dessert. When the waitress brought the check, I made the comment that it smelled like someone needed a diaper change. There was no real smell, but Mary blushed bright red when I said it. The waitress assumed I was talking about a nearby infant as any normal person would.
On the way home, we stopped to rent a movie and I refused to let her wait in the car. We walked through the video store very slowly as I took my time picking a movie. Frequently, I would tell her to hand me a movie from the top or bottom shelves, which would expose her messy diaper. I never did it at a time when someone might notice, but it still freaked her out.
This story continues through the weekend, but I only have so much time for lunch. Will write more later.
To Be Continued!