Until I was a little over 5 I'd have occasional accidents for some reason. When that happened it would upset my mom, and as a punishment she would diaper me for the rest of the day. She thought this was a punishment but to me it was a great thing. Occasionally I'd wet on purpose.
But one summer we we stayed at my grandparents for a week. During that time I came in at lunch time with a small wet spot on my jeans. I'm not sure why, but as I was washing up after going to the bathroom my grandmother came in. She asked me what the wet spot was and I tried to convince her that some water splashed up when we were playing near a small creek.
She then had me pull my jeans down and she could see the yellow stain on my underwear. She had me depant and go into her bedroom and lay on the floor. A little later she came in with a dish towel and safety pins and proceeded to diaper me. All my cousins, that were all close in age, were also there for the day. I had to go out in front of them just wearing the diaper and a T-shirt. It was very embarrasing but I couldn't help what happened. I remember wearing it most of the day, and after the initial embarresment I actually enjoyed it. I remember sitting on the floor in front of the TV watching flipper and looking down at my diaper and feeling so content.
There was also one evening at bedtime that I was also diapered by her. I used to wear a leg brace to help correct my club foot. After I got ready for bed I came out to the couch to sit on and she helped put the brace on. I didn't realize it, but she saw another wet spot on my pajamas. My grandfather was sitting in his chair when my grandmother had me remove my pj's and underwear and lay on the livingroom floor while she went to find something to diaper me with. I had to lay their totally exposed in front of my grandfather and don't remember him saying anything. She eventually came out with a big bath towel and diapered me with it. I remember how hard it was to walk in it and I cried as I climbed the stairs and went to bed.
The next morning she called up to wake us, and told me to come down right away. She made sure I hadn't wet and took it off long enough for me to use the bathroom and then refastened it while I ate breakfast. After that she gave my brother and I a bath and then she placed a fresh towel/diaper on me.
She had to run a couple errands and she had me go with her with just the diaper and t-shirt on. We went to a neighbor lady and I had to go into the house with grandma. I remeber her telling the lady why I was diapered and her agreeing that it was very appropriate to treat me that way. When we left there she had to go to town for groceries. I was scared to death as we came into town because I was sure I'd have to go into the store with her. But thankfully, I just waited in the car while she shopped. I can't remember the rest of the day after that, but I now often think back to the times mom and grandma diapered me and overall have good feelings around it.