ABDL Punishments

Rules For Littles In Diapers Or Pull-Ups

You are in diapers or pull-ups for a reason, but they are not interchangeable!  What are the expectations for littles?

Use your diapers (very) often, that’s what it’s they’re for and that’s why you’re in them!

Using your diaper (often) is totally okay, and is 100% expected that you do (you are not expected to ask if you need to use it, just use it).

It’s never an “accident” to use your diaper, but it’s an accident if your diaper leaks (your caregiver can decide if the accident is your fault and what (if any) corrective actions need to be taken).

If you hold it and then go all at once, you greatly increase chances for an accident, and having it be your fault.

You should be doing little tinkles in your diaper about every few minutes or so (you need to keep that bladder empty, and also make sure you hydrate).

If you have a caregiver, it is typical that you won’t even be allowed to touch, or change your diapers, or even ask for a diaper change (hopefully your caregiver is attentive and will be taking care of your diapers (and other needs) for you).

If you have a caregiver, you should cooperate fully with having your diaper checked, and having your diaper changed (if you don’t and your diaper leaks (which it will eventually), then it’s your fault and you will be in trouble).

If you’re in pull-ups, the rules are very different than when you’re in diapers, and you’ll need to be more disciplined or face discipline!

Your pull-up is like protective underwear (trainers) and is there “just in case”.

You are expected to try to keep your pull-ups clean and dry, unless you ask your caregiver and they say its okay for you to use it (like if you’re stuck in traffic, or at a concert or movie, or having tummy troubles and can’t make it to a potty in time)

Unlike diapers, going potty in your pull-ups is an accident and might get you in trouble (like getting spanked and put back in diapers until further notice).

You won’t be allowed to take your pull-up off, unless your caregiver says its okay, but you will probably be allowed to pull them down to go potty in the toilet and pull them back up when you’re done.

Pull-ups are way more likely to leak than diapers.  Having an accident in your pull-up and having it leak could mean double-trouble for you (and your rear-end).

Having to change your used pull-up will not be popular with your caregiver because some of your clothes might need to be taken off completely before you can be cleaned up and and get put into a fresh pull-up.  Keep in mind, that it might be easier for the caregiver to rip the pull-up off, give you a (deserved) spanking, then tape you into a fresh diaper, then to take your clothes off.

If the additional expectations are causing stress, it might be a really good idea to very sweetly ask your caregiver to put you back in diapers instead of using your pull-ups and getting in trouble. Long car rides, air travel, movies, concerts, vacations (Disney!), afternoon naps, sleeping, sicknesses (tummy troubles!), and getting over stressful times, are some very common (and good) reasons for being put back in diapers.

I expect better behavior now that it’s clear what the rules are!

Diaper tips and tricks for going out

A lot of u have been asking for some tips when going out diaperd and here are my tips for the winter season. This story is from my morning yesterday before going out in the snow.

After waking up and having changed my overnight diaper, which was wet, I grabbed a fresh diaper, it’s important to have thick diapers that both hold a lot and that are comfortable. I use booster pads inside, usually I place them well over my private area and almost as far back as my butthole. Then I place another one further back in order to prevent leaks.

Plastic pants are great to contain smell, and leaks should those happen. I tend to put on a onesie or leggings on over in order to stay comfy and have something that keeps the diaper snug and in place. When going out, it’s important to put on something that will keep you dry on over, recommend some snow pants or similar…

Thereafter you can go out and enjoy the day without having to worry, I went just around the block, pushed out a pretty big mess, sat down and slid down the hill, it was so much fun and everything was contained inside. FYI. You can head yourselves in the comments, in the wool leggings, is it the front or the back of my crotch? Hint hint, it’s wet…

I really want this! Someone please

Caught by his roommate

Jason thought he had the apartment to himself. His roommate had gone for the weekend. Little did he know his roommate had car trouble and ended up coming home early.

Jason turned when he hears the door open and was shocked to see his roommate had returned. Maybe not as shocked as his roommate was seeing Jason standing in front of him wearing a very soggy diaper and sucking on a pacifier.

WTF his roommate says. Jason say's I can explain as his roommate who is a Jock snaps photos of him with his phone. Once the door closed Jason's roommate Mike said oh no need to explain. I found a diaper in the trash when I took it out the other day, so I search your room and found the stash of diapers.

I looked it up online and found it is common for people to wear them. So, from this day forward you will wear diapers and call me daddy. No more big boy undies for you.

Jason was at a loss for words as mike approached him and walked him to the bedroom. as Jason lay on the bed Mike said show everyone your soggy diaper baby boy.

Such a good boy Mike said as he took the photo. He explained to Jason that he will remain in diapers and use them for their intended purpose.

Mike told Jason to go to bed and he would see him in the morning. The next day Mike walked in his room and said show me your diaper baby boy.

He wasn’t soaked just yet, but he knew at the first sign of a leak his roommate would change him into a fresh diaper.

Jason hoped he only had to stay diapered for the rest of the school year. But little did he know Mike had already signed him up to be his roommate next year as well.

Jason has 3 more years of school to get through and he has no idea he is going to be in diapers for the next 3 years of his schooling. Mike has plans for Jason and even changed his Major so he could keep an eye on his diaper boy.

He doesn't let fags anywhere near His cock. He has plenty of chicks to take care of that. but He finds it funny to watch a pathetic queer loser slobber all over His feet after He's been walking around barefoot all day.

He’s even got the neighbors 23 year old son checking in with Him through text message several times a day to make sure His feet are clean enough. He usually just ignores the text, only responding when His feet are truly filthy; and in those instances the fag rushes over eagerly to devour the filth from the bottoms of His massive feet.

It all started as a joke. The little fag couldn’t stop staring whenever He’d kick His feet up on the porch, and the Man was starting to notice it. After noticing the fag’s staring a few times, the Man called out jokingly one tipsy night “why don’t you come over here and kiss them since you’re so captivated by them”

And the rest was history. He knew He had the bitch by the balls when he first walked up the stairs and leaned in to kiss His big, stinking feet. It wasn’t sexual for Him, but He did enjoy it in a non sexual way. Once the Man had the fag’s brain hooked on His feet, He ordered a small, cheap chastity belt off the internet and demanded the bitch put it on if he wanted to continue being allowed to worship. The fag, desperate to secure his place at His addicting feet, put it on without a second thought, and the Man kept the keys.

He never really told the fag, but He had absolutely zero intention of ever letting him free from his metal cage. It was so effortless, stealing the young fag’s sexuality from him at age 18, and then constantly dangling His feet in his helpless face. The bitch had asked a few different times to have it taken off, if only for 10 minutes, but the Man insisted that if He took it off He would have to move away and never let the fag see His feet again. He had complete control of his mind, making him stay at home living with his parents where it’s cheaper so that he could send more of his paycheck to Him. The fag lived on a very strict budget, ensuring that he could send as much money as possible to the Man next door who kept a close eye on his finances. It was the perfect win- extra money for doing nothing, the thrill of controlling another man, and there was something particularly amusing about watching his eyes glaze over whenever he would lick His feet. It was the only ‘sex’ the fag would ever know, and boy did he enjoy it!

The Man knew he would own this faggot for as long as He wanted to, and his parents didn’t seem to mind him living at home, so there was no foreseeable obstacle anywhere in the future. The Man smirked when His phone lit up beside Him on the table. “New Message from Forever Virgin”

‘Sir, may I please offer my cleaning services to You and Your perfect Feet?’ He clicked the reply button and lit up a joint, eagerly waiting for the sick little fuck to come in and serve his filthy purpose at the bottoms of His cruel and taunting feet.

Love ❤ Socks

I wish i'd come back one day at home to find the Big living room table setted into a live changing table. With big packs of diapers, a Big babyish diaper bag (the most possible with design and all), a big changing mat, all the lotions, creams, powders displayed on the side. I'd be stripped of my clothes and put back in Big thick diapers while i'd be told how i will "fill them like a good baby for mommy."But not before being a crying baby After she'd locked me in chastity and milked me dry while making sure i'm open and stretched to be a good baby and do my duty.

Then explaining me how regressed she wants me to be, she would dress me up in the baby doll outfit of her Dreams. Explaining me i have no choice anymore but what mommy decides for me. Promising me to mercilessly and forcefully be sure to make me as close as a baby than she can.

Then having my full first set of baby bottles, she'd have a full pleasure to detail my program: babyish food, 24/7 diaper treatment, chastity and to make sure i have a baby tiny thing milking me dry each day doing a combo stretching and lubing my baby bottom, early bedtimes, two full naps (morning/afternoon), and most of all giving her the pleasure that she needs without bothering her or i would have a good otk spanking.

Then, making me waddling and still crying to lose all control (but accepting it) she'd put me in my nursery (of her Dreams) and the most babyish infant cot ever seen. Lying me down and securing me to be sure i don't misbehave. She'd wish me a goodnight, cooing at me, but most of all wishing me a good time filling my diapers as my now main activity. Then explaining me the fun adult activities she'd have before to leave me here, being a full regressed baby for her. Knowing i'd be her living baby-doll.

I really am and do

thanks to League of Padding for this great pic and the “reblog if…” caption suggestion to go with it! you can submit your’s too, here.

The smell of french fries hung heavy in the air, a cruel irony considering my current predicament. The cardboard box felt flimsy in my hands, a pathetic shield against the growing dread. I should have known better, should have resisted, but the lure of McDonald's, and the promises, and the deal, was too powerful.

“Alright guys,” I said, my voice a mix of resignation and rising panic. "The diaper & drive-thru was one thing but using this thing is so gross and…" My words trailed off, the reality of my situation crashing down. My hand flew to my face, a desperate attempt to hide, to disappear from the lens of that phone.

"Wait what??!" I exclaimed, my voice rising in a desperate plea. "Hey delete that photo you promised you wouldn't take pics!" It was too late, the click of the shutter was a brutal confirmation of my exposure. I was trapped, caught in the act, a diapered mess holding a box of fries. The day has just taken a turn for the worse. I had been had.