Hannah's Diaper Humiliation

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[hannahs-humiliation]

Day 2: Losing my Big Girl Clothes

I've gotten a lot of questions about what trouble I got into and I answered that here. But I'm realizing just how serious he is about me losing my big girl privileges for the summer. I knew I wasn't going to be getting much use out of my panties or wearing my shorter shorts/skirts now that I'm in diapers. But yesterday Daddy came over with two boxes and a lot of trash bags and said we were going to go through all my clothes.

Since this is now my summer job and I need lots of content, Daddy doesn't see any reason why I should still be wearing big girl clothes. So anything that was too mature would be taken out of my wardrobe. For the nicer, more expensive, and professional clothes of mine he made me neatly fold them and put them in the boxes which he brought down to our storage unit in the garage of our building. But for everything else he made me either put it in bags to donate or I had to put them in trash bags to throw away. A lot of my clothes are really cheap and were wearing anyways.

But now, the only clothes that I am left with are the most babyish of my big girl clothes that I had and the actually baby onesies and outfits that Daddy has gotten for me over the years. The worst part is that he made me cut up all of my thongs. He says he'll buy me some more appropriate panties to have for the rare exceptions to the diaper rule. He says that as I earn money (he has a whole system for me, I'll explain another day) that I can use that to buy whatever clothes I like and if I am good for a few months then I can earn the privilege of wearing big girl clothes again. But until then my wardrobe really looks like it belongs to a toddler. I hate all of the pink and flowers.

For the first week of my new situation Daddy says that when I'm in the house I'm not allowed to wear anything other than my diaper. He wants me to see it all the time. I absolutely hate being all naked like that, I feel exposed and because of things like mirrors or even the fan on my bare skin, it's impossible for me to forget what I'm wearing. After this week, if I'm good, he says that when we're home I will be in a onesie or just a shirt with my diaper and when we go out he'll pick out a skirt or a pinafore or overalls to go over the onesie. But even with it covered, the idea of being outside in a onesie is so scary! What if someone realizes what I'm wearing? This whole thing is making me feel so babyish, I'm reminded of it all day every day and now everyone online knows exactly what I am too.

[mellowsadistic]

Whether she's lost her grown-up privileges as part of a temporary punishment or a permanent change in her lifestyle, it's normal for your girlfriend to sulk a bit. She might complain that wearing baby clothes makes her look ridiculous, or that wetting and messing her pants is disgusting. Tell her that's the point.

It's fine to let her know you think she looks cute as a button in her silly little frocks, and to reassure her that you have no problem changing her adult diapers, but don't let her forget how absurd it is for a woman her age to dress like a toddler and go to the bathroom in her own pants, because it's the humiliation that will break down her ego and turn her into a sweet little girl who knows her place.

There's no need to mock her too cruelly (and any teasing that results in tears should be immediately followed up by a lot of cuddles and kisses), but I do recommend making fun of her on a regular basis. Ask her what her friends would say if they could see her with her legs up on the changing table. Comment loudly on the state of her nappies whenever you check them. Call her infantilizing names like "potty pants" and "princess puddles". If she's constantly pouting, that's a sure sign you're on the right track!

[hannahs-humiliation]

Hi Hannah!

What did you do to get in so much trouble?

In short, lululemon. Beware, the real explanation is a bit long.

Pretty early on in our relationship, Daddy started helping me manage my finances. He's always been super responsible, but about a year into our relationship he found out that I had a lot of credit card debt and that I didn't really know how to budget or plan. Quickly he realized that this was something that stressed me out a lot, and so even though he's taught me a lot (thanks for nothing American public schools), as soon as we realized we were serious in our relationship he started doing most of the management. To people who don't know us I'm sure it comes off as controlling, but not having to think about those things took such a giant load off for me. And Daddy likes having the bigger picture.

Call it ADHD or whatever, I've always had a problem with spending. I don't know what it is, but when I want something I can always convince myself that it's the right call and that I actually need it, even though I regret it later! When I was still in my full-time job, we just had our paychecks going to the same place and I spent on a shared credit card. At the end of the month we would sit down and look at everything, including my credit card and have a conversation about how I can be more responsible the next month.

Last year I lost my job, and for a lot of reasons we both decided that I didn't need to go right back into the career job-hunt. Daddy makes enough to take care of us. But he didn't want me just sitting around the house so he said that if I wanted to have spending money for more than the basics that I needed to earn it, whether that was through tutoring or a part time barista job, or even starting a booktok account like I've always wanted to do. Even though I meant to, I never really got started with any of those, and Daddy has been great so I kind of forgot about it.

But I've lost some weight and needed some new clothes which Daddy is always fine with so I went shopping. When Daddy saw the lululemon and aritzia charges he told me that things were going to change and that if I was a big girl with a big girl job then I could buy from the big girl brands but that it was irresponsible to spend over $150 on just a pair of leggings and a sports bra when I could get the exact same thing from another store for way less. This is on top of some other things that have happened that made Daddy decide that clearly he needed to take a more active roll in my day-to-day.

Yesterday he told me that as long as I'm not employed in any other job, my new job will be posting on this social media. His "gift" to me was this blog which already had a lot of followers. I'll get more into it in another post because this is already long, but he laid out expectations about numbers of posts and growth and even research assignments. In one way I know it's a good thing because Daddy knows a lot about this kind of thing and they're good skills to learn. But learning those to apply them to posting about me in diapers is just so embarrassing. Knowing that Daddy had this blog and was posting about me was always humiliating, but now I'm having to humiliate myself and that's just so much worse. I've spent all the time that I've been at my desk so far blushing and squirming, not helped by the massive diaper I have to be wearing the whole time I'm doing it.

[hannahs-humiliation]

Is it embarrassing when your diaper crinkles when you’re waddling? Does is make you feel little?

Ugh, yes! Thankfully, the ones we have in the apartment right now are cloth-backed. My most recent punishment started on Saturday and thankfully the only ones we had in the house were cloth-backed. Since we live in a city, our apartment storage is somewhat limited so I'm sure Daddy will have me go through the ones we have before he orders more!

I don't think people talk enough about how much of a difference the cloth-backed ones make! The plastic ones are so so crinkly, I hear them every time I move and I know that other people can too, even if they don't know what they're hearing. They're also so hot! They trap the heat so much. I'm hoping that I'm good enough that when he has to order more he gets more of the cloth-backed kind, but I'm in a lot of trouble so I'm not sure what he's planning.

[hannahs-humiliation]

Welcome, Hannah! It's nice to finally meet the inspiration behind this blog :) It may take time to get the ball rolling here again so maybe your first few posts can just be reflecting on your journey so far.

Hi! I can't believe how many people have been following this blog. Part of it is really embarrassing, knowing that so many people are seeing this, but another part of it is really cool for that same reason. I am definitely going to do what you said. At the very least, the one rule Zach gave me for now is a daily "Day 1", "Day 2", etc... type of post. And since life isn't exciting enough to write about my days every day, I'm sure a lot of it will be reflecting.

I've been getting so many questions, which is actually making me think of things I never thought of! I'll do my best to get to all of them, but be patient with me!

-Hannah

[hannahs-humiliation]

By 24/7 do you mean she's not only wetting her diapers but pushing out stinky loads too?

No - that is still one thing we don't do. If she has to go #2 she has to come find me and ask permission so that I can remove her diaper. If we're going out that would be harder, but she stays pretty motivated to not put herself in that situation in public.

Every so often I'll threaten it and it's enough to keep her in line.

But I also really enjoy plugging her up sometimes so neither of us has to worry about it!

[diaperbabyry]

"Mommy please! Mommyyy pleeeease I need to cum!"

Mommy laughs, my begging is getting me nowhere. But there's not much I can do, my legs are forced apart by spreader bars and Mommy is between my legs holding a vibrator to my diaper.

"No cumming until you pee in your diaper." Mommy smirks. "I already told you the rules. You don't want to disobey me, do you baby?"

"N-no Mommy."

Mommy pulls the vibrator away from me and I pathetically wiggle in protest.

"Go." Mommy demands, "Now. If you wanna cum so bad, pee yourself for me."

"But Mommy, I-"

"Now."

I whimper softly as my bladder gives in and I fill my diaper. It's such a relief to let go, but that doesn't stop my cheeks from burning red and Mommy watches my diaper fill more and more.

"Good job baby! Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

I shake my head no, too embarassed to speak. Mommy laughs and presses the vibrator back on my now-soggy diaper.

[hockeynhandcuffss-deactivated20]

Unique abdl and bondage scenarios part 2:

Use a small leather strap to attach your littles collar to your belt loop. They will have to crawl everywhere and most likely start humping your leg in their wet diaper when they get bored.

Cuff their ankles together and use rope to keep their legs hanging in the air to enforce tummy time. Let them know that it's recommended that all diaper wearing littles spend at least fifteen minutes on their tummy.

Cuff their hands behind them and put a quarter on the wall, tell them to put their nose on the quarter and say if the quarter touches the ground they will not be allowed out of diapers for a week. Tease them with a wand and other tools as they try desperately not to get stuck in diapers.

sew cuffs or D rings into their favorite little outfits, make sure they know that at any time you can force them to do whatever you want.

[hannahs-humiliation]

I love all of these! A little girl needs to learn that if she's not mature enough to use the potty like a big girl and control her bladder, then she's not mature enough to have freedom of movement. After all, little girls in diapers don't get left alone unsupervised! I love ideas like these just to rub it in - embarrassing ways jus to make sure she doesn't forget who is in charge.

[spankingtheatre]

With your legs spread

One of my favourite ways to spank is with my partner's legs spread wide. I know when she’s exposed, she’s thinking about all the times she was reminded to protect her own decency. Al the times she was repeatedly told a good girl never ever let anyone glimpse between her legs.

And now her legs are not only spread wide open, but she's getting her bum smacked too. What a wonderful way to make her feel extra naughty.

Then, just as she's getting used to the tempo of my smacks, I'll suddenly stop. I'll exacerbate her embarrassment by using both hands to splay her cheeks apart, exposing her bottom hole and her wet little slit, just so I can see how aroused she’s getting.

I'll playfully scold her for her unavoidable excitement, of course. I might even use this break in play to inspect every part of her vulva. I'll make her hold herself open for that, so she can feel the heat of her own cheeks glowing in her palms.

This really turns you on, I observe. The swollen messy evidence is impossible to deny.

But I'm not cruel. If she’s been a good girl, I might slip my non-spanking hand between her legs and cup her sticky slit tight. I'll let her rock and squirm against my fingers as I smack her bottom hard.

Or if I’ve been using a hairbrush, I might slide its handle between her legs. I’ll establish a rhythm, alternating between a minute of spanking, and a minute of wanking. A dozen spanks, then a lull when she's stretched or stroked, and then — after her excitement has escalated a little more — her smacks will resume all over again.

Eventually I'll decide she should be playing a more active role in her own pleasuring, so I’ll tell her to straddle my thigh, and grind against it as I spank. Or I’ll tell her to put her own hand between her legs, and make her demonstrate how she masturbates when she thinks of me. 

I've already warned her sternly not to come - but I know sometimes a well-spanked girl can't help herself. It would be very cruel if I suddenly halted as soon as she burst. What a treat it is to climax as the smacks rain down.

[notformaintosee-deactivated2024]

“can I please take off my diaper?”

“why? Is there something wrong with it?”

“it's embarrassing!”

“oh honey you don't have to worry about that anymore. I don't mind if you're embarrassed sometimes. The diaper stays on.”

[hannahs-humiliation]

Effective Embarrassment, Part 1: It Can Always Get Worse

I’ve gotten a lot of questions about how exactly I go about deciding rules about Hannah’s diapers. After all, the point is for her to focus on learning how to hold herself accountable to accomplish her responsibilities, follow a schedule, and listen to rules. These are all important things that any adult needs to be able to do and if she can’t do them, clearly she’s not an adult. To remind her of her goals, I try to make sure that she’s always a little humiliated. After all, if she gets too comfortable with her pull ups or diapers, it might start encouraging more laziness on her end. So I’ve decided to start a series on ways that I incorporate bits of embarrassment and humiliation into Hannah’s life. Nothing is cuter than watching my baby girl squirm and blush just a little.

Just as I said I don’t want her to get too comfortable with wearing diapers, I also need to provide her with an incentive to work hard at her rules even when she is in diapers. If she gets used to her punishment and knows that it won’t be ending for awhile anyways, the incentive she has to learn those skills diminishes greatly. I’ve made it very clear that she won’t be back in big girl panties for awhile, so how do I keep her motivated to reach smaller markers?

The answer lies in the philosophy, and the title of this first part, “it can always get worse”. What do I mean by that? To give you an example, the last time Hannah was punished, for the first full week of being in diapers she wore a pull up under her diaper every single day. The diaper was changed when needed, but her pull up stayed on all day, ensuring that she didn’t have a moment of dryness. Some part of this was because I wanted her to get used to spending her time in a wet and squishy diaper. But mostly it was because, when at the start of the second week where I removed the pull up and just used diapers, she got to experience the comfort of being cleaned and dried and wiped regularly. So when she started to throw any fits that week, I had the leverage to remind her that we could always go back to wearing that pull up. It was a great piece of leverage that had nothing to do with getting out of diapers, but motivated her to follow her rules anyways.

A few other ways I’ve employed this method is putting a cloth diaper over her disposable diaper just for the sake of bulk. While she can walk around, albeit with a little waddle, wearing 1 disposable diaper, by adding a cloth diaper over it her waddle is extremely pronounced and the bulge becomes almost impossible to hide under clothing. I’ve also taken away her privilege of wearing clothing around the house, and getting to decide her outfits when we go out. Really, the options are limitless. But most importantly it keeps Hannah motivated to follow her rules without the motivation being freedom from her diapers.

[hannahs-humiliation]

Is Hannah only wetting her diapers or is she required to mess them as well?

So far she's only wet them, though I've threatened to make her use them for everything if she crosses lines that I set. It's proved to be a pretty decent motivator for her!

[allertedreturns]

Hey, me again. We got all the way to 7k people in a couple months on here and they took us down :/ Let's try it one more time. Any and all reblog for visibility is appreciated :) thank you!

[hannahs-humiliation]

How are you doing?

Are you still keeping Hannah in nappies?

Thank you to you and everyone else who's asked about Hannah! She's doing much better and is finally out of a boot. Unfortunately her potty training isn't going as well.

During her recovery after the car accident I convinced her to stay in diapers just to limit the number of toilet trips she had to make. Even though she was able to hobble around from the start, squatting down on the toilet and standing up again was still a lot of work, especially at night. I think she ended up liking being taken care of because she hardly ever complained.

After 8 weeks in a cast, she moved to a boot and everything became much more accessible again. That first night in the boot when she was getting ready for bed, I noticed that she put on her usual panties. I decided not to say anything, but for a couple of weeks I'd been suspecting that she was wetting at night without realizing it.

Unsurprisingly she wet the bed that first night, and ever since I've been keeping her on a strict potty training schedule. I'll make another post soon detailing her rules around that :)

[akinkycouple-deactivated2024072]

Think anybody will be able to tell 🥺

[hannahs-humiliation]

A perfect outfit! So what if people can see a little bulge? Or a little plastic peaking out behind the hemline? Personally I don’t think girls who can’t even keep their panties dry need to be too concerned about what other people think. And really, if they can’t tell that you’re wearing baby diapers from that cute little bump then they’re definitely going to be able to tell from that sound of it crinkling as you move around.

Aw, is that embarrassing? Are you afraid they're going to laugh at you? Maybe whisper about you as you walk by? Or notice how you'll start waddling a little bit once you wet them? Next time maybe you'll try harder to keep your panties dry, so you can wear sexy underwear like a big girl!

[hannahs-humiliation]

Happy 2024!

Thank you so much to everyone who reached out after our last post - things have been going much better for us after the holidays. Hannah’s working again (from home) and now that she’s out of her cast, her last real impediment from the accident last year, we’re getting to start resuming our usual lives. Starting this blog last year was one of the best parts of my year and I definitely plan to get going again in the next few days, I have plenty of updates! And I promise I'll start answering some of your questions :) Thanks for hanging around in the meantime, and we hope your year is off to a good start.

[hannahs-humiliation]

Did hannah’s potty training begin yet?

It has! I’ll post her full schedule later this week. But it’s safe to say that I’m enjoying this just as much as I was when she was in diapers full time. Unfortunately (for her) the transition back to diapers hasn’t been as simple as she had been hoping. She kept focusing on her punishment of 24/7 diapers ending, I don’t think she prepared to put in the work to prove that she was a big girl.

For now, each day is a combination of reminders, check-ins, and pull-ups. Sometimes Hannah starts pouting when she gets frustrated that she’s not back in lingerie like an adult woman, but I’m quick to punish any excessive whining. I’m hoping this experience will teach her some self-discipline and responsibility. But something tells me she won’t be back in her “big girl panties” full time for quite awhile…