That’s not what this is about.

Because pants proved inconvenient.  He has never liked them, and I hadn’t worn them much.  But he officially forbade them, and I boxed mine up to give to the thrift store.

A couple of days ago, I was at a friend’s house.  We were going shopping.  My skirt got caught on something, and there was a large, noticeable tear.  All she had was, guess what?

And it’s shameful to say so now, but I didn’t see the harm in it.  He was working.  It wasn’t like he was going to spank or diaper me before I got home.  Obviously, he saw us.

The look on his face..I could have handled anger or disapproval.  He looked so hurt and betrayed.  It occurred to me that while I had misbehaved, I’d never blatantly disobeyed my husband.

He didn’t come home until exactly at my bedtime.  I was lying on the bed in position for him to put my diaper on.  But I didn’t get to roll over and go to sleep.  He told me to stand up.

He sat down, and while I stood there spent ten minutes telling me how disappointed he was, that if he hadn’t seen it he wouldn’t believe it.  I started crying.  My punishment was to wear a diaper indefinitely, including our next DD meeting and tell everyone why I was wearing it.

But I didn’t care about that.  I disobeyed my husband.  And if I was honest with myself, I didn’t know this woman very well.  And I wasn’t ready to tell her my husband didn’t allow me to wear pants. So, now I am not allowed any more non-DD girlfriends unless he has met them and knows they understand what it is.

But there’s more.

He had a T-shirt printed that says, “I Disobeyed My Husband.”. I became hysterical.  I literally got on my knees, begging him not to make me wear that. I promised I would never disobey again.  He took pity on me and said I didn’t have to wear it.  “But know that it’s here.” I opened my mouth.  He said, “I don’t want to hear a word out of you buy ‘Yes, Sir.'”

At our DD meeting, our counsellor asked why I didn’t want to wear the T-shirt.  I said I was ashamed of disobeying my husband.  He asked me why I was ashamed of telling my friend I obeyed my husband.  I just stood there still holding up my skirt not knowing what to say.

At first, I thought I didn’t want to explain our lifestyle.  But how long does it take to say, “My husband doesn’t let me wear pants,”?  I had no answer.

Our counsellor said he knew me to be a well behaved, submissive, loving wife. That my transgression was significant. The punishment fit the crime.  But I needed to think about my actions.

I still don’t know why.  I love my husband. I’m proud to belong to him and happy to submit to him.  I couldn’t undo what I did. But I could make it up or.try to him.

The next day, he came home to me in the yard wearing the shirt he had made with my diaper and short skirt.  I had all my pants on a table with a sign that said, “Husband Won’t Let Me Wear Pants! Free Jeans!”

I’m not out of the woods yet.  But he appreciated it.  And I have a new appreciation for what this means. It’s more than a lifestyle.  It’s a sacred covenant like our wedding vows.  I have never believed marriage was a marriage if a woman couldn’t say obey and mean it.  To be able to do so is beautiful.  I forgot that for a minute.  It won’t happen again.

That’s not what this is about.

Because of which pants proved inconvenient.  He has never liked them and I hadn’t worn them much.  But he officially forbade them and I boxed mine up to give to the thrift store.

A couple of days ago, I was at a friend’s house.  We were going shopping.  My skirt got caught on something and there was a large, noticeable tear.  All she had was, guess what?

And it’s shameful to say so now, but I didn’t see the harm in it.  He was working.  It wasn’t like he was going to spank or diaper me before I got home.  Obviously, he saw us.

The look on his face..I could have handled anger or disapproval.  He looked so hurt and betrayed.  It occurred to me that while I had misbehaved, I’d never blatantly disobeyed my husband.

He didn’t come home until exactly at my bedtime.  I was lying on the bed in position for him to put my diaper on.  But I didn’t get to roll over and go to sleep.  He told me to stand up.

He sat down and while I stood there spent ten minutes telling me how disappointed he was, that if he hadn’t seen it he wouldn’t believe it.  I started crying.  My punishment was to wear a diaper indefinitely including our next DD meeting and tell everyone why I was wearing it.

But I didn’t care about that.  I disobeyed my husband.  And if I was honest with myself, I didn’t know this woman very well.  And I wasn’t ready to tell her my husband didn’t allow me to wear pants. So, now I am not allowed any more non-DD girlfriends unless he has met them and knows they understand what it is.

But there’s more.

He had a T-shirt printed that says, “I Disobeyed My Husband.”. I became hysterical.  I literally got on my knees begging him not to make me wear that. I promised I would never disobey again.  He took pity on me and said I didn’t have to wear it.  “But know that it’s here.” I opened mouth.  He said, “I don’t want to hear a word out of you buy ‘Yes, Sir.'”

At our DD meeting, our counsellor asked why I didn’t want to wear the T-shirt.  I said I was ashamed of disobeying my husband.  He asked me why I was ashamed of telling my friend I obeyed my husband.  I just stood there still holding up my skirt not knowing what to say.

At first, I thought I didn’t want to explain our lifestyle.  But how long does it take to say, “My husband doesn’t let me wear pants,”?  I had no answer.

Our counsellor said he knew me to be a well behaved, submissive, loving wife. That my transgression was significant. The punishment fit the crime.  But I needed to think about my actions.

I still don’t know why.  I love my husband. I’m proud to belong to him and happy to submit to him.  I couldn’t undo what I did. But I could make it up or.try to him.

The next day, he came home to me in the yard wearing the shirt he had made with my diaper and short skirt.  I had all my pants on a table with a sign that said, “Husband Won’t Let Me Wear Pants! Free Jeans!”

I’m not out of the woods yet.  But he appreciated it.  And I have a new appreciation for what this means. It’s more than a lifestyle.  It’s a sacred covenant like our wedding vows.  I have never believed marriage was a marriage if a woman couldn’t say obey and mean it.  To be able to do so is beautiful.  I forgot that for a minute.

It won’t happen again.