Abdl Diaper Spanking Novels & Stories

He sits down on the overstuffed brown suede sectional and pats his lap. "Lose the towel, kitten." My pussy clenches. I'm not sure whether I'm more excited or nervous, but either way, I'm going forward. I drop the towel to the floor and climb over his lap, offering my ass up for his punishment. I pray a wooden spoon isn't the worst implement of torture in the world. It probably isn't, since it was used regularly on children's butts in the days when spanking was considered a useful and acceptable form of punishment.

Of course, the punishment was still ongoing, and every time I spanked him, he would let out a pleasant moan. I found a position that made it easy to spank his butt, where he was kneeling on the bed with his upper body leaning down, forming a wolf-like pose. I stood behind him and began my movement. I told him that since this was a punishment, it wouldn't be gentle, and that he should mentally prepare himself. He obediently found a pillow to cushion his fall and assumed the position I had instructed, cooperating with my movements.

He warned. "I already told you no one." "And you are already getting good at lying." He snarled and spank my butt again. "Ahh!!! I cried, kicking my legs, glaring at him. "Why are you treating me like a kid spanking my ass. I did nothing wrong." I cried. "What you are doing now, you think, is not a doing of a kid?" I quickly stop moving and cry in front of him. "You cannot hold any gadgets for two months."

Her asshole clenched rhythmically around his cock as she squirted all over his hand and the sheets, screaming his name. Kane didn’t slow down. He kept destroying her ass, fucking her through the orgasm until she was a shaking, sobbing mess. “You’re mine,” he snarled, spanking her red ass again and again. “This hole belongs to Stepdaddy now. Every time you misbehave, I’m bending you over and wrecking this tight ass. Understand?” “Yes—yes, Professor Daddy! I’m your anal slut!” Lila cried.

My entire body jumped when he spanked another cheek with the same intensity and murmured, “Good girl. Now, start counting each spank and tell me you’re sorry.” I frowned and looked over at him, “That wasn’t the part of de—ow.” He interrupted me with another smack. His eyes were hard to read when he said, “The longer you wait, the longer your ass will be punished. If your little ass gets bruised sooner, I will move to your pussy. Then your tits. Until you beg me like a good girl. Understood?” My answer was quick and breathy. “Yes, Daddy. Understood.” He repeated his actions, the muscles of my calves tensing with the strike. “O-one. I’m sorry, Daddy.”

The spanking was not quite the same as the last one. He spent several long minutes alternating occasional firm smacks, with little more then pats and overt caresses. Harold was squeezing and fondling his daughter's bare ass, pulling her cheeks apart to see the string barely covering her puckered butt hole. He could see the lips of her young pussy exposed on each side of the thin material pulled up inside of her. His actions had her moaning openly, squirming, and crying out with each surprise real smack. It had started slowly, but the continuous spanking and the intermingled hard slaps had her cheeks almost cherry red.

’ Abbadon tells me as he now starts to trace his hands down my belly. ‘Mmm that feels really good.’ I tell him as I also touch his crotch through his pants. ‘Mmm someone is getting naughty.’ Abbadon says and before I can even go ahead to stroke him, he turns me around in a not so gentle manner to face the wall. ‘Oh, someone is getting all bossy.’ I say as his palms comes in contact with my butt cheeks. I can’t believe he just spanked me haha. ‘Ooh yeah.’ I say as he zips down my pants completely and shift my panties to the side.

Things that seemed way more sexual than anything before. Like he wanted me to address him as daddy whenever I spoke to him. Or how the outfits he was picking out for me every morning seemed to get more and more skimpy with each passing day. I didn't notice at first, but when the skirt he picked out for me seemed to barely fall below my ass, I rebelled. I yelled at him, cursing him out and telling him he's not the boss of me. The punishment he dealt me was swift. He pulled me by the arm over his lap and, for the first time in my life, he spanked me. I mean openpalmed, red-assed swats that met more flesh than cotton over the scanties I sleep in. It stung and he was fierce, beating my butt unti

Sabrina moaned, but at the same time she waved her bum back and forth making it clear that she wanted more. You went back to spanking her again, this time swapping back and forth between the cheeks which made her stumble a few times on the count. By the end, her entire ass was a bright, warm pink and she'd gotten another thirteen or so spanks on each cheek, and she'd abandoned trying to correct her 'sirs' from Daddy.

Hands slipped lower, massaging her ass cheeks, thumbs dipping between to brush her puckered hole. She moaned into the towel. "Daddy..." He spanked light, sting echoing. "Quiet, or punishment." Sophia watched, thighs squeezing. He moved to her next, same treatment—back rubbed, ass kneaded deep. Fingers teased her slit from behind, wet and ready. "If you tell anyone," he whispered hot in her ear, "Daddy will spank these pretty asses red. Understand?" She nodded frantic, pushing back into his hand. "Yes, Daddy. More, please."