DaddyRich 1,591 Posted June 21, 2022 Popular Post Share Posted June 21, 2022 Wendy's Week in Diapers - 1 From Bytemine Edited by: DaddyRich Wendy has just finished a week of being punished by being forced to wear and use diapers, 24 hours a day. I think she will be a good girl from now on. Let me tell you about Wendy. She is my wife. She's also a little over 5 feet, slim, blonde and a bombshell to look at. She works at a large investment house where she knows how to assert herself. As it turns out, inside, Wendy is just a little girl who wants someone to take charge of her life for her. It all started one night when I came home from the hospital where I'm interning for psychiatry. I commented that we had been forced to use a straitjacket on one violent woman and that it surprised me when the nurses put her into diapers under the jacket. Wendy blushed and began to ask a lot of questions about that patient and her diapers. I caught on to her interest pretty quick and soon began to ask some questions of my own. At first, she denied any special interest but after a couple of glasses of wine she began to loosen up. She told me that she had lived with her grandmother when she was between the ages of twelve and eighteen. The old woman knew Wendy was attractive and boy-crazy. She was determined to make sure that Wendy didn't get herself into trouble. The grandmother's solution was to make a rule that Wendy could only go out on a date if she was in diapers and plastic panties. The way she figured it, if Wendy was embarrassed by what she wore under her dress she sure wouldn't let any guy find out about it. There was another part to the plan. Wendy's diapers were sewn on, so she couldn't take them off. She had to use them if she needed to pee. Since there's only so much water a diaper can hold, Wendy was always home early from her dates. What nobody had counted on was the effect this had on Wendy. Wearing diapers didn't stop her from getting into a lot of heavy petting sessions and this formed a link in her mind between sexual arousal and being in thick, damp diapers. Wendy moved out of her grandmother's house at 19 to go to college and escape the forced diaper wearing. From time to time she wondered why the memories of her diapers sometimes turned her on, but nothing really happened until I mentioned the patient. Wendy had suddenly realized that wearing diapers didn't turn her on, as much as the idea of being made to wear and use them. I didn't think much about it that night. Wendy and I had a torrid bout of sex and we almost slept-in the next morning. But as I did my work in the ward I became aware of just how many patients wore diapers. Some were held in some kind of restraint. Others had developed incontinence due to age, illness or wearing diapers while in restraints. A flash of light went off in my mind one day when I saw a woman wearing thick disposable diapers, a pair of semi-transparent plastic pants and some kind of belt that passed through her legs and locked. Trying hard to conceal my interest I asked a nurse about the strange belt. She explained that some patients must be kept in diapers because they are incontinent. However once they've wet or soiled themselves the discomfort makes them want to take the diapers off. Until these locking "retention" belts were developed there were dirty diapers lying around all over the place and a lot of patients messing on the floor. Needless to say, the staff was very much in favor of the "diaper locks". I had seen enough to get my creative imagination working overtime. On my next night shift I loaded up my car with Attends (adult disposable diapers), plastic pants and a couple of the diaper lock belts. If I had things figured right, Wendy and I were about to add some spice to our already spicy sex life. I had it figured wrong. About a week later we were home on a Friday night. After a few drinks I told Wendy about the diapers and plastic pants (but not the special belt). She appeared interested and allowed me to put two Attends on her. She looked great, and I got hard, but we instantly had a problem. As long as she was in diapers I couldn't penetrate her. We fooled around and had some fun, but there really wasn't a big spark. The next morning we talked about the diapers. Wendy said she had some fun, but it just wasn't the same. She confessed that it was important to her to be made to wear the diapers, use them and be afraid that someone would discover her dark and terrible secret. My ears were open. I told her that the next time she did something bad she would be punished by being made to wear diapers. I also showed her the diaper lock belt and the gleam in her eye told me I was on target. It didn't take long for me to find an excuse to punish my wife. The next Sunday night I was going through the bills when I discovered that Wendy had managed to run up more than $2,500 in clothing purchases. While I like her to dress well we are on a strict budget. That money could have been better spent. I decided to confront her. "I'm sorry", she pouted, "I got carried away. It won't happen again." "I don't think it will either," I said, "you've just earned yourself a week in diapers." Her head snapped up, and her cheeks started to blush. "What do you mean?" "I mean that you will wear diapers from now until next Saturday night. You'll wear them all day, and you'll use them for everything, unless I'm around to take you to the potty." She was beginning to breathe heavily. "You can't be serious." I told her to wait in the living room. I went to the bedroom and spread out two Attends, a pair of plastic pants and one of the locking belts, just in case she decided to take her diapers off in the middle of the night. I prepped the first Attends by cutting slits in the plastic with a single edge razor blade, for seepage into the second Attends. Then I went to fetch her from the living room. She blushed and trembled when she saw the diapers. I could tell she was getting turned on. Then she saw the retention belt. "What's that?" "The nurses call it a diaper lock. It stops you from taking your diapers off." Wendy gulped. "Really." "Well, what are you waiting for? It's time to put you into diapers." Wendy's hands trembled as she slipped out of her jean skirt. When she took off her blouse I saw her erect nipples and knew that I would find her wet between the legs. She peeled down her panties and pantyhose. The crotch of her panties were already wet. I guided her onto the Attends and began to apply powder. She stared down at what was being done to her, eyes wide, cheeks flushed. She was pretty horny alright and so was I, but I also wanted to get her into diapers. Just as I was about to bring the Attends up between her legs she grabbed at the snap of my jeans. "Do me!" she said breathlessly as she struggled with the denim. I was more than happy to oblige. It was a hot session and Wendy fell asleep right afterward. She was still positioned on the Attends, (whose placement had saved a few stains on the sheets) so I gently pulled the first diaper up between her legs and taped it as snugly as I could manage without waking her. I repeated my efforts on the second diaper and stood back. She looked darling. The extra thick, pampers-like white diapers at her crotch seemed to force her legs apart, and she looked very contented. I knew I couldn't get the pants on her while she slept, so I bided my time. The nurses had told me that Attends weren't exactly the most comfortable underwear in the world. Sooner or later Wendy was going to wake up. As soon as I heard her stirring I came back to the bedroom to find her standing beside the bed, running her hands over the taunt plastic shell of her diapers. "You weren't kidding" she said in a tiny voice as she stared down at her strange attire. "I wasn't kidding at all." I said as I picked up the plastic panties. "Let's get a pair of these on you." She looked at the panties suspiciously. "I don't think these diapers will leak. I may not even wet them." I kneeled down and got the panties ready for her to step into. "It's not open for discussion. Great sex or not you're going to spend the week in diapers, starting right now." I looked up to see a blush cross her cheeks and her nipples were getting hard again. She stepped into the panties and I worked them up her legs. I made sure all the diapers were captured inside their waterproof waist and leg openings. To be Continued………….. YuriChaosLord, nappypants, LittleBunny and 4 others 5 2 Quote Link to comment
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