Yes, I wet on purpose during the day, especially during the summer when out playing on the farm.
Sometimes they were accidents, but others on purpose. But each time my mom saw me wet I'd be diaper punished, or so she thought.
I've shared many of my stories before, as well as this one. But one day my twin brother and I came inside for lunch and we were five years old.
My brother had a small wet spot on the front of his jeans and mom took him by the hand and headed to our bedroom. I knew she was putting a diaper on him, and I wanted diapers as well. I stayed on the back porch and had to really push to wet myself a little.
After diapering my brother, and leaving him in the bedroom she came back to where I was. I remember having pretty dark jeans on, so I think she just thought it was a good idea to come up to me and put her hand on the front of my pants to see if they were wet. When she discovered that I was wet, she grabbed my hand and we headed through the kitchen and living room to the doorway of the bedroom I shared with my brother.
He was lying on the bed crying, and Mom had me take my jeans and wet undershorts off and leave them by the bedroom door. She then lifted me on the bed and had me lie down and wait as she went to get another diaper and pins.
This is when I think I became a true AB, even though I was so young.
When she came back in she folded the diapers, the ones that had pinked, or pointed edges on them, and proceeded to diaper me. As she did so, I must have been smiling as she sternly told me this was a punishment and I shouldn't be smiling.
When being diaper punished, we were just in the diaper and T-shirts and no plastic pants. I just loved running and playing around the house dressed that way, and would sometimes pretend to be a baby when by myself.
It was another summer day when again both my brother and I ended up in diapers. This was during the wheat harvest and my mom always took meals, even supper, to the fields. I remember the late afternoon as mom, and her helper loaded the meal in the back of the station wagon as my brother and I played in the grass in the front yard just in our t-shirts, diapers, and shoes. Once we got to the field Mom and her helper started filling plates as different hired help came to eat. We mostly stayed in the middle seats, trying not to be seen in diapers. But at one point Mom took each of us out of the car to unpin one side of the diaper so we could try and go potty.
But I recall so clearly the 15-mile drive home in the middle seat of the station wagon. I was trying so hard to potty my diaper so my mommy would diaper me for bed, in plastic pants. I managed to wet them a little bit before we got home and were full of excitement and fear. But just after we pulled up in front of the house a neighbor lady was pulling in the driveway. We both rushed into the house and back to the bedroom to hide from the neighbor. I think this particular neighbor my mom didn't want us parading in our diapers. But we also took them off and put on our PJs. I don't know if mom ever saw that I had wet my diapers a little, but my plans being diapered for bed were foiled.