“…But I don’t wanna wear baby diapers, please, Mommy, it’ll be so incredibly embarrassing if my friends or others find out…”
“…Gee, ‘Bedwetter’, I guess you should have thought about that before you peed your stupidly babyish self and left a big stinky puddle on that wooden chair in the Library this morning, the third such supposed ‘accident’ this week, huh? I mean, geez, how embarrassing do you think it was for me, to have to tell the Librarian what you’d done so they could clean up your lousy little mess? So I really couldn’t care how the hell embarrassed you might be nor who knows or finds out that you’re being made to wear diapers.”
“…But I tried to use the Ladies room, Mom, but the door was locked and I truly did think I could hold it ‘til we got home…”
“…Well, you should have asked the Librarian to unlock it for you then, shouldn’t you have, instead of wetting yourself as you did. Anyway I warned you repeatedly what would happen if you didn’t cease your infantile bedwetting and didn’t stop wetting and messing yourself in public didn’t I? Good thing I already bought a supply of disposable diapers and several pairs of plastic pants in advance, knowing that you’d need to be put in them sooner or later…”
“…Ohmigod, noooo…plastic pants too?!”
“…Oh yeah…crinkly pink ones with cute little baby animals printed on them, just the perfectly humiliating thing for a big naughty baby like yourself to wear. Now go to your bedroom and wait for me there…and don’t give me any trouble either, ‘Potty Pants’, or I’ll put you over my knees straightaway and take my wide leather belt to that naughty little ass of yours, understand?…”