You were a 24 year old man, yet your parents saw you as a baby. All you did was cry about life. Constantly fussy and upset with how things came out.
Maybe it was the drinking. Maybe it was just something deep within you that needed to be cared for.
Either way, your parents had decided to take a stand.
Your father and mother called you home for another “meeting”
They told you how worried they were, they had questions, and wanted answers. Yet, you were having none of it.
“How much are you drinking?”. “When will this behavior end?” When will you grow up?”
These were their questions.
You got loud and fussy as you always do when confronted with the truth.
You told them you could stop at anytime. They didn’t believe it.
As you tried storming off, your parents looked each other in the eyes and nodded. They knew what to do.
Your father grabbed you quickly, and as you went to turn around, he already had you bent over his knee.
He was spanking you through your pants. You tried to fight it and wiggle your way out. Yet, your father, as he always did, had an answer to your misbehavior.
He pulled your pants down, and locked one leg over you. He started spanking even harder.
You started pleading rather than trying to escape
“Please stop dad, pleeeaasse. I’ll be good I swear!l” you pleaded in a childish manner and regretful tone
As you pleaded, your father said “No David, you are going to Learn to be good. No more words. More action. And we are going to retrain you the right way, from the beginning”
As your father said this, you had so many questions behind your tears pouring from your eyes.
“Wha-what do you mean? I’ll stop, I promise” you yelped
Simultaneously, your parents said “we know you will”
With these words, your mom shoved a pacifier into your mouth, holding it there. Preventing you from spitting it out.
Your dad asked “are you going to cooperate?”
You could only muffle the words “yes sir”
You knew what was coming. They had done this to your older brother.
Your older brother, once acted as you did. Then, he went through “rehab”, and now is a successful businessman.
Your father stopped spanking you, stood you up, and helped you wipe your tears. He then commanded that you lay down on he floor, and dare not remove, or spit out your paci.
Your mother whipped out a cute adult diaper. Your eyes grew twice the size, in awe.
You only had one question, “how long did they have this in mind?”.
You could’ve had more questions like “is that going on me?”
“Am I about to be returned to infancy?”
Yet, due to your older brothers past behavior, you already knew the answer to those questions.
Your mother lifted your legs, slid the diaper under you. Lowered your legs, brought the diaper up between your legs, making sure it would be a snug fit.
“It’s a good thing we bought a lot for your brother. Luckily, he potty trained, and learned how to be a big boy. Now, we will see if you can do the same David!”
Your mother then powdered your privates, lifted the diaper once again between your legs, and taped it securely onto your waist.
She then helped you stand up.
You were so embarrassed, humiliated.
What about your friends? You had plans with them later that night.
Your mom hushed these thoughts as she inspected your diaper, causing your eyes to follow her hands.
She was making sure everything was in place. She then opened the back of your diaper as your father held you still. You felt so incompetent. Then, you felt a fresh powder feeling going into the back of your diaper.
Your mom was powdering your bum as you were standing. Causing you, to lean into your daddy. Who then gripped you and rubbed your back, cooing “it’ll be alright baby, you’ll be a big boy again in a lil while. Until then, you just listen to mommy and daddy. We’ll get you on the right path” He finished these words with a few pats to your diapered bum.
You suckled your paci as you sobbed.
“And don’t worry, if any of your friends come by asking for you, we’ll tell them the same thing as we told your brothers friends. That you’re away at rehab. Now, if you misbehave, they will find out the truth about what happens to misbehaving little boys. That kept your brother in check, as we hope it will for you as well”
Your father then turned you around to your mother, who handed you a stuffie, with a kiss on your forehead. She then instructed you to lay down for a nap.
“Lay down David. Take in your surroundings and situation. Think about all that you have done and why you have been put back into diapers. And take a nap” your mother said in a sweet, nurturing, yet serious voice.
You did as expected and laid down with your stuffie, reflecting on your actions.
A few moments later, your father brought you a blankie, patted your diapered bum and said “try to get some rest David. You’ll need it for your big, well, small day ahead of you tomorrow”
You suckled your paci, held your stuffie tight and just hoped you could be a good boy so that no one would know... besides your parents, and brother of course ;)
