The Worst And Best Mistake Of My Life
The Worst And Best Mistake Of My Life
This story begins with a short introduction. My name is Kevin and I’m 36. I work as a locksmith and a camera installer for a large company in the Ohio area. I have been in the Law enforcement business or some type of security work for going on 22 years. The reason for the introduction is to help everyone understand the importance of my mistake.
This story is fictional, but is based in fact about basic things like my job and basic life facts It all started one Monday morning. I had gone to a nursing home to start installing a small camera system. I usually work alone, and this job was not to be any different. I got to the nursing home around 9:00 am, and found the person I was to get in touch with.
What I didn’t know was the person I was to get in contact with happened to be a woman. Actually, a “woman” wouldn’t really do her justice. Her name was Beth. Beth was a very beautiful young lady. She was thin and had blues eyes and blonde hair. She was About 5’ 6” tall and had a rack that would make any man stutter.
She was the nursing administrator for the complex. I introduced myself and Beth and I sat down in her office and talked about what she expected from the camera system I was about to install. After talking we walked around the building and discussed a plan of action. During the walk around I kind of flirted with her and we soon because good friends, laughing and enjoying each others company. Around 10:00am we had finished walking around and I started installing equipment in the basement.
Beth wanted the camera power supply and other important stuff in the secured storage room, because she felt that there was a risk of sabotage. I agreed with her and focused on getting the expensive stuff installed before it came up missing or broken. This storage room contained high theft items. or sensitive items that had a high cost.
There was also large quantity items as well. I work in a job that people just expect you to be honest and trust worthy, so I was left alone to do what I needed to do. The building had roving security, and from time to time, I was checked on by the security guard. Other than that I was really the only person down in the basement.
I noticed that the room had hospital type supplies like needle, and bedpans, and just about anything that is used in a nursing home. The one thing that got my attention was all the adult diapers. There must have be thousands of them. Now I still can’t answer this, but for some reason I was very interested in them. I wondered what it would be like to have to wear them.
I continued working and a thought came into my little mind. Halloween was just around the corner and wouldn’t it be funny to wear a disposable diaper to the costume party. I worked some more and thought some more about Halloween. Then It hit me. If I was going wear diapers to the party, I was going have to buy them and worst yet, I was going have to face someone across the counter at the drug store. Man I couldn’t do that. What if some sexy broad was working at the store. She would think I was weird, buying adult diapers.
The other thing was, I was going have an entire bag of diapers at my house. What the hell would I do with them after the party. Then it hit me “hey maybe I could just steal a few from the nursing home“. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t steal things from places I work at but, heck this was just a couple and they wouldn’t miss them.
It’s not like they cost a lot, what would it hurt. I struggled with myself for a few more hours and then I grabbed five white disposable diapers off the shelf and shoved them in the bottom of my tool box. Until that point in my life, I had never even stolen a candy bar. My heart was racing and I quickly finished the work in the basement. I gathered up my tools and went upstairs. I took the elevator to the first floor and planned on going straight out to my truck to get rid of the diapers before I got caught.
As the elevator opened I grabbed my tools and started walking out of the elevator . At the threshold I tripped and dropped my tool box. It spilled open and dumped the contents onto the floor. I scrambled to get control of my tools and the stolen diapers before anyone noticed. What I didn’t see was a security guard watching me from across the room.
I quickly gathered my stuff, regained my composer and started walking to the truck. The security guard stopped me and demand to see my tool box. My heart was pounding as I handed him my tool box. How was I going to explain this to him. I handed him the tool box and he took me by the arm to the security office.
When we got into the office he called his supervisor and explained what he had seen spill out of my tool box. A short while later his supervisor came into the room and together they opened my tool box and removed the stolen diapers. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t say anything. The supervisor asked me to stand up and he took his handcuffs from his belt. I begged him not to handcuff me, but he just said to shut up and take my punishment like a man.
The next thing I heard and felt was the sound of the cold steel handcuffs as they bound my hands behind my back. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me, but hell I earned it. I was told to sit back down in a chair in the corner while we waited for the police to show up. I almost passed out as he said that. Here I was a former policeman myself, about to go to jail for stealing diapers.
He told me theft was a bad problem in this building and the administrator (Beth) would probably press charges. He picked up the phone and called Beth and she told him to wait until she came down, and talked to me before He called the police. A short while later Beth entered the room and asked me why I had stolen the diapers.
I tried to explain to her that it was for a Halloween joke, and I was sorry, and furthermore the only reason I stole them was because I was too embarrassed to buy them. Beth was mad. She told the security supervisor to take me to an exam room in the clinic area and wait for her. She had been in a meeting when He called and had to get back right away. She was going to deal with this a little later.
Beth left the room and I was lead down the main hallway, in handcuffs, to an exam room. As we walked to the room everyone we passed looked at us. I was sat down and left in the room for like another hour or so before Beth showed up. By that time, my hands were beginning to hurt from the handcuffs. She came into the room and asked the security guard to leave.
Beth started yelling at me, telling me what an asshole I was. I told her I knew just how bad this looked, and that if she was willing to drop the charges, I was willing to do just about anything she wanted me to do. Beth thought about that for a minute and said, “I hope you mean that, because I have a suggestion that will make you or anyone else think twice about stealing“.
I told her I had been either a police officer or a security installer for over half my life and this would ruin me, and make it so I had to come up with another way to make a living. If my office heard of this I would get fired. She said, “good then you understand why I am offering you a choice”
I asked what she had in mind. What she suggested took my breath away. First I was to going to have my pants pulled down and be getting a spanking just like a little boy. Secondly I was going to be put in the diapers I tried to steal and had to spend everyday of this job in diapers. I could see I had little choice. It was either be embarrassed, or go to jail, and ruin my life for ever. I agreed to let her punishment.
Beth told me She wasn’t going to take any shit from me. If at anytime I planned to not go forward with any part of the punishment, the police would be called, and I would go straight to jail. I reluctantly agreed to do anything she wanted. Beth said good lets begin. The first thing she made me do was go and stand at the side of the exam table.
She left the room for like ten more minutes and returned with a plastic spatula. I knew right away what She had in mind for that. Beth walked over to me and showed me the spatula, and then undid the button and zipper on my pants. My pants fell down to about my knees and next she grabbed my underwear.
They were pulled down to my pants and I was pushed face first over the edge of the bed. since I was still handcuffed I just fell onto the bed with my butt up in the air. Beth grabbed my hands and pulled them up and started to smack my butt with the spatula. At first it was just embarrassing but after like 25 good hard smacks my butt began to hurt. I began to wince and dance with each smack. She continued until I was begging her to stop.
My butt was red as a fire truck and I was beginning to cry. Man did that woman know how to use a spatula. When she final stopped I was ordered in the corner. I remained in the corner with my pants down around my knees and my hands still cuffed behind my back. My butt was so warm I could feel the cold room air on it. I stood in the corner sniffling and crying for the next hour. The entire time Beth lectured me on the evils of theft.
Beth left the room and returned a short while later with the security guard. It was explained to the guard that I wasn’t going to jail, and that I had opted to get an in house punishment instead. when he saw me standing in the corner with my pants down and my bright red ass, he just laughed. Beth asked him to take off my handcuffs.
I was so relieved to get out of the cuffs, because my arms were really sore by then. The guard took his cuffs and left the room. Next, Beth ordered me to strip naked and lay down, face up on the exam table. I was very embarrassed, but I also knew I had little choice. I removed all my clothes and lay down on the table, just like I was told to do.
My butt was so sore that the paper on the exam table hurt. It wasn’t long after that when I saw Beth grab one of the stolen diapers and bring it over by me. I closed my eyes, because looking her in the eyes was too embarrassing. I was told to reach down and grab my knees, and pull them up in to my chest. This raised my butt off the table and she unfolded the diaper and slid it under me.
Once the diaper was under me, she told me to let go of my knees and my butt fell back on to the soft cloth of the diaper. Beth grabbed some baby powder from the cabinet and sprinkled it on my crotch. Next she pushed my legs apart and pulled the diaper up between my legs, covering my crotch with it. I could feel her tightly tape each side of the diaper around my waist. Beth laughed and patted my diapered crotch.
She said. “ you look like a big baby“. I felt my face flush as she said that. Now that I was diapered Beth ordered me back into the corner. As I got up I could hear my diaper crinkle. Each step made a loud crinkle and I also noticed the bulk between my legs. I couldn’t even walk correctly. I had to waddle just like a baby. I stood in the corner, in just my diaper for the next 20 minutes and then Beth told me I was way behind in my work.
She threw my t-shirt to me and told me to put it, my socks, and work boots back on. I asked for my pants, but she told me I wasn’t getting them back until it was time to go home tonight. I almost fainted. “You can’t expect me to go out in front of all those people in just a t-shirt and diaper“, I said . Beth said, “well we could just called the cops“, and then she laughed. I put my t-shirt and boots back on and she patted my butt and suggested I get back to work, but before you go lets put a sign on you.
She wrote out a sign with a black magic marker. Its said, in big bold letters, “I tried to steal these diaper and this is my punishment“. The sign was taped to my back and I was lead out into the hallway. Beth patted my diapered butt again, and told to get back to work. My face was bright red and I actually felt like I was going to pass out. I stood in the hallway unsure of what to do.
Several nurses and aids walked by me and laughed. I knew I had to just get a tough skin and finish this job as fast as I could. I went to an area that I was placing a camera and began to put it up. This area was in the residence hall and several of them saw me in my diapers, and made jokes about me. Each step I took reminded me of my predicament. My diaper forced me to waddle and the loud crinkling was intense.
About three hours into my diaper punishment, I noticed I was needing a bathroom. I ignored it as long as I could, but after a few more minutes I knew I had to hunt for a bathroom. I waddled down the hall and found a bathroom. Just about the time I was going to push the door open, I noticed Beth coming down the hall.
She asked what I was doing going in the bathroom. I told her I had to pee. She said, “your wearing a diaper, use it”. I laughed and continued into the bathroom. She followed me and took me by the arm, and lead me back into the hallway. “I don’t think you understand, the bathroom is off limits to you young man”, she said, and I got another shift smack to the butt and told to get back to work.
I returned back to the area I was working and struggled with my need to pee. A short while later I could no longer hold it and let go in my diaper. God here I was, an adult man of 36. in a soaked diaper. Man had my life taking a bad turn for the worst. I finished wetting and returned to my work. The front of my diaper was quickly turning yellow. The more yellow it got, the more embarrassed I grew.
I tried to spend as much time kneeling down as I could. One of the nurses aid walked by and noticed my wet diaper. She asked me if I needed my diaper changed. I didn’t answer her because I was to embarrassed to speak. She took my hand and walked me to Beth’s office and showed her my soaked diaper. Beth and the aid both laughed at me and made several jokes about how I looked just like a toddler.
Both women lead me to an exam room and changed my diaper. During my diaper change Beth told the aid how I had stolen the diapers, and that I was being punished to prove a point to both, me and everyone else in the building. The aid scolded me just like I was a child. Beth asked her if she wanted to spank me and she took Beth up on her offer. I had my diaper removed and was rolled over.
The aid took the spatula and assaulted my butt just as bad as Beth had earlier in the day. By the time she finished I was crying and whimpering in pain. She asked Beth if she could finish my diaper change, which Beth gladly approved. I was so embarrassed by that time I hardly remembered being put in a clean diaper. I went back to work for another hour and by then it was time to go home, thank god. Beth met me at the door and told me If I planned on not coming to work tomorrow, she would call the police and tell them everything.
I was given my clothes back and told to put them on over my diaper and go home. The whole way home I debated whether or not I should go to jail or go to Beth the next day. I got home and took off the diaper. I was so mentally exhausted I ate and went to bed. The next morning I got up and decided the diapers was better than ruining my life so I put my diaper from the previous day back on, and returned to the nursing home.
Beth was waiting for me at the door when I got there. We went to her office and talked, and I begged for her forgiveness. She told me I had really upset her and that she really liked me before I stole the diapers. The only reason she gave me a choice was because she wanted to see just how sorry I was. I told her I learned my lesson, and would never steal again in my life. She told me that my punishment was far from over.
Furthermore if I was going to win her respect back, I was going to have to finish it to the end. I put my head down in shame and again told her how sorry I was. Beth suggested I get out of my uniform and get back to work. I sighed and took off my clothes. This left me standing in front of her in just my diaper and t-shirt again. She looked at me and told me I looked like a cute toddler. I turned all red again and left her office to go do my work.
Around lunch Beth came and asked me to lunch. I told her I wasn’t going out in a diaper if that what she had in mind. She just laughed and told me she wouldn’t shame me in public. I got to put my uniform on, but you could still tell I was wearing diapers by the loud crinkling sounds. We went to lunch and I asked to use the bathroom.
Beth refused to let me use it, so I had to wet myself at the restaurant. It was weird having to sit in a wet diaper and act like everything was just fine. The waitress came by and asked us if we needed anything. Beth asked her if she had any clean adult diapers. I wanted to crawl under the table. Beth just laughed and gave me a look of “got ya”
The waitress left and when I stood up I noticed the waitress looking at me. Beth went into the bathroom and I went and paid for lunch. After I paid , I saw Beth and the waitress walking toward me and both of them were laughing. when they got to me the waitress said, “nice diapers buddy”. Both women broke out in laughter.
I ran to the car and got in. Beth came out a short time later. When we got back to the nursing home Beth told me to go to the exam room so she could change my diaper. I went and waited on her. When she came into the room she told me some of the residence have complained about making me wear just my diapers, so she had to change things around a little bit. I was told to get on the exam table and she went about changing me.
During my diaper change she said she noticed a little bit of diaper rash, and that she would need to put some barrier cream on me. She went and got a tube of Desitin and started putting it on my diaper area. while she was applying the cream she stuck a finger up my butt. She told me she was just getting all the rash. Little did I know she was slipping me a suppository. After the cream, came the powder, and finally a fresh diaper.
When she finished that she asked me to stand up. I crinkled my way to a standing position. Beth laughed at me and poked me in the belly, and again told me how cute I looked in my diapers. I blushed and tried to cover them. When she came into the room earlier, Beth had a bag with her. In that bag was a pair of jean coveralls, but these were different. These had gripper snaps just like the kind toddlers wore. I told her I wasn’t going to wear those and she repeated her threat about the police. I hung my head and told her to put them on me.
Once Beth had me in the overalls I was patted on the bottom and sent back to work. about 25 minutes later I started to get bad stomach aches. I knew I wasn’t going to make it long before I had to poop. I went to Beth’s office and asked her to please let me go to the bathroom. She laughed and told me I was wearing my bathroom. The pains got more and more strong. I struggled to hold it back, but before long I was loading my pants like a toddler.
I was more embarrassed than anytime in my life. here I was standing in front of a girl I really wanted to date with a load in my pants. Beth heard the poop filling my diaper and laughed. She said’ “sounds like someone needs his diaper changed again. I began to cry from the embarrassment. The poop in my diaper was gross, it felt disgusting. Beth came over and grabbed the back of my diaper. “Wow, someone really loaded his diaper”, she said.
She took me by the hand and walked me down the hallway to the exam room. Each step squished the poop around in my diaper, and the smell was getting terrible. By the time we got to the room, I was waddling badly. several nurses and aids saw me and knew exactly why I was waddling. My face was so red as we walked. Beth pushed me down onto the exam table and the poop smashed all over my back side. I hide my face as she undid the snaps on my overalls. She was baby talking to me as she undid my messy diaper. I tried to block it out because by that time , the emotional over load was too much to take.
I was quickly cleaned up and put into a fresh diaper. Before I knew it , the snaps were being snapped and I was on my way back to work. Later that afternoon Beth came and found me. I was quickly getting cameras mounted and focused. She told me she had been thinking about it all day and she felt I need to come home with her. I didn’t want to go with her because, the only time I got to be an adult was at my house, so I told her I was just going to go home. Beth told me if I didn’t go with her she was calling the cops.
I again hung my head and did just as I was told. Man was this crap getting old. I gathered my tools and followed Beth to her house. She had a very nice house. It was very large was beautifully decorated. I went in and sat down on the couch. She suggested I take a bath and get out of my work clothes. I felt that would be nice so I asked where the bathroom was. Beth said “don’t worry “mommy” will take care of your bath” I didn’t fully understand what she meant by that, but before long I fully understood what she meant.
She undressed me and ran a bath full of bubbles. I was ordered into it and a hand full of bath toys were dumped into the water. God this woman was turning me into her baby boy. I didn’t know what to do except play with the toys. Beth sat on the toilet seat and watched me the whole time. When she felt I had had enough bath time she told me to stand up and she wrapped a towel around me. I was escorted by the hand to her room down the hall.
On the bed was a disposable diaper, powder, desitin, and a light yellow blanket sleeper that looked to be about my size. I thought to myself, God here we go again. I told Beth I wasn’t a baby and that she wasn’t playing fair. All I did was steal some diapers and I felt she was going way overboard. She shushed me and sat me on the bed. We sat and talked about life. Beth told me she was dominatrix, and that she was looking for a long time for someone just like me.
When she finished she smiled up at me and said, “now this isn’t so bad is it“? Well now this made me stop and think. I decided right then and there that this was workable. Beth pushed me down on the bed and told me to wait right where I was. When she returned , she had a razor, shaving cream, and bowl of water. I knew what she had in mind before she even said it.
Beth told me that “her” baby wasn’t going to have icky old hair in his diaper area. I just laid back on the bed and let her shave my entire body of its hair. When she had completely removed any signs of manhood on me, Beth suggested that “her little man” get ready for the sand man. It was then that I actually noticed that I seem to warming up to a life in diapers.
She opened the diaper, slid it under me, and put some rash cream on me. Next came the powder and finally , my diaper was snuggly fastened around my waist. The blanket sleeper came next. I was surprised how comfy it was it was yellow and had Winnie The Pooh embroidered on the chest. It was just my size and I felt like a toddler in it. We played on the bed for the next few minutes before Beth suggested I go and play in my room. “My room”? what was this all about.
She made me crawl down the hall to a room on the end. When she opened the door, my mouth dropped open. In the room was a crib, and a changing table, and toys, and just about anything else you would find in a nursery. She said this is my little boys room. When we went in it smelled just like a nursery. I was put in the crib and Beth left the room for a bit. when she returned she had a baby bottle with her. I figured hell I was already in a diaper, in jammies, in a crib, hell what would it hurt.
I took the bottle and peacefully suckled it on my back, in my crib. soon I was fast asleep When I woke up the next morning, I had had one of the most peaceful night of my life. I felt so rested and just happy. Beth must have been waiting for me to wake up because it wasn’t long before she came into my room and said, “Hello little man”, did mommies little man sleep good”.
She opened up the rail on my crib and I got out. Together we walked hand in hand down the hall to her room. I could clearly hear my diaper crinkling as we walked. Beth sat me on her bed and started to take off my Jammies. I noticed that my diaper was wet and at not time last night did I remember wetting it. She quickly cleaned me up and put me in fresh diapers.
Once I was diapered, she put me in the overalls from the previous. I was actually learning to enjoy diaper changes and all the stuff that came with it. We both got ready for work and left together. I was going to finish up the camera job sometime during the day, so it was going to be my choice if I wanted to returned to her house that night. I worked all day and finished it up around 4:30pm that day. Beth found me and asked if I was coming to her house that night.
I agreed to come and was very happy I did. Shortly after my bath and just before I got put in my jammies, Beth and I climbed into bed and we had the most incredible sex of my life. I have lived with Beth for several months now. I am treated like a baby when I’m home, and like an adult if I’m out “most of the time”. I wouldn’t change a thing, well maybe I will go steal some more of her diaper heheheh
Glennie