Between 6 an 9 because that was the age I actually was disciplined with diapers. I still see myself being humiliated and shamed at that age whenever I pin myself in diapers. Though I love the feeling of cloth diapers, it is the rush of Adrenalin and humiliation that drives my fetish. Each time I put diapers on, I am reliving the actual events of my childhood debasements. Though it was horrific and terrifying back then, it is now exciting and pleasurable. I often wish I could relive the times I was stood before my playmates while they were told to laugh and call me a little baby.
All this took place while I was in foster care and though the other children originally seemed scared, the older ones soon found pleasure in seeing me cry while I was being diapered. They would sometimes tell lies just to watch my debasement. The foster mother kept upping my punishment thinking I was being rebellious so she soon kept me in diapers for longer periods at a time including forcing me to wet them. Gratefully, she allowed me to use the bathroom to poop but she’d check to make sure I wasn’t lying just to use the bathroom. I only lied one time only to have to use my diapers and stay in my mess the rest of the day.
I was 9 when she stopped using diapers but later, when I was on my own, I started having night dreams of those events and oddly, they now seemed exciting. It wasn’t long before I developed a fetish and love being diapered. I sure didn’t know back then that her punishments would become life long.