Author: Alison Happy. I moved him out of the marital bed into a spare bedroom as I did not wish to have to put up with the odour of urine when he wet himself. Despite him wearing plastic knickers with elasticated waist and legs to prevent leakage I could still smell it when he lost control of his bladder. I have always been the dominant partner in our marriage and I suppose that I found myself naturally developing the role of a mother as I was putting him into a nappy every evening and then removing it in the morning.
Time didn't seem to move while I was there, I was enjoying myself so much. And despite the fact that I could feel my huge nappy pressing against me from all sides under [ My Continuing Torment Auntie Caroline walked me towards the living room, my nappy in full view now that my dress had been shortened. This new thicker nappy hung much lower between my legs and the shiny plastic outer layer slipped back and forth against my skin as I waddled. As I got to the door my heart stopped, there, sitting on the floor setting up a game of Mousetrap was [ The Sinister Plans of Auntie Caroline Auntie Caroline's regression treatment had worn me down over the course of those first couple of weeks. I fought it every step of the way but it was relentless, I was in a situation I couldn't avoid.