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Enlève cette vilaine culotte ! On va te mettre une couche bien épaisse !

I rented a room from this lady after moving to Florida and things got out of hand. She was pretty mean, and sometimes when she got drunk she'd get kind of physical with me about not doing chores or whatever. One time I left the burner on by accident and she came home drunk and flipped out. She grabbed me and pulled me over her knee then somehow hooked her leg around mine? I don't know but I couldn't move at all. She spanked me until I cried. I ran into my bedroom after that. Things calmed down for a few days, then one afternoon while we were sitting outside she calmly put a giant diaper and pacifier on the table. She asked if I was going to put them on like a good boy or if I needed another spanking. Not fighting back more at this point was a big mistake. I didn't really know anyone else in town, and I really didn't want another spanking so I agreed to wear the diaper and went back to my room to put it on. That was three weeks ago. I haven't been out of diapers since, and really don't know what to do anymore. She has friends come over to babysit when she goes to work, and some of them like to peg me.

I suppose it was my mistake marrying such a strong and forceful woman. She was an Olympic martial artist, and made it clear she could whoop my butt any time we played around. As the relationship progressed, she got more and more bossy, her expectations always increasing on me. I could keep up at first, and it honestly made me a better version of myself for a while. But eventually I started falling behind her vision of me, this led to domestic discipline usually in the form of spanking. The frequency and severity of the spankings increased for a while, then one day after a particularly painful one she informed me that I would be wearing diapers after all spankings as a way to make me remember the lessons.