Novel & Cerita Abdl Diaper Spanking

He then said, "You've been a naughty boy tonight and you know what naughty boys get, don't you?" With that, he gave me a quick slap on the ass with his large hand as the other pressed on my lower back holding me in place. I cried out, mostly in shock as I clenched my ass cheeks together. When I relaxed, he struck me again and again on my bare ass. Here I was, a middle-aged man, bent over another man's knees; my ass getting spanked but it felt wonderful being dominated by this big man. Paul held me across his lap while he spanked me 25-30 times. My ass must have been red from being disciplined before he finally let me up. I rubbed my ass trying to get rid of the pain from the spanking I just

I replied, brushing my hand over his crotch. "Well, I'll need to punish you...." Darian said, slapping my ass hard. "I might need another example." I said, walking to his desk and bending forward. My ass sticking up in the air. "Are you ready, my Beta?" Darian asked, walking towards me and pushing my skirt up and pulling my underwear down before spanking me again. "Yes, Darian."

He mumbled as he whipped her with the leather he was holding. “I'm sorry, Daddy!” She moaned desperately, rocking her hips against him. “Stick your ass up!” He ordered. She takes position immediately as she squats. “You can't carry out a simple task and you want daddy’s cock?” He said darkly, spanking her ass until they burned. “I will do better next time, Daddy! I promise!” Her body trembled for needs. He thrust his fingers into her from behind, mercilessly, and then she was almost there but he pulled out, making her body shiver. “Why?” she screamed, almost pleading for him to fuck her.

“Dad! Stop! This is crazy!” “Call me Daddy when I’m disciplining you, little girl.” His palm cracked down hard on my right ass cheek. The sound was sharp, the sting immediate. I yelped. He didn’t stop. He spanked me again and again, alternating cheeks, building a brutal rhythm that had me kicking and gasping.

“My naughty little pet. What if someone had noticed how close you were to soaking the chair?” “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whimpered. “It was too much—” His hand cracked across her bare ass—sharp, stinging. Then another. And another. The spanking was fast and firm, each smack pushing the plug deeper and making the vibrator grind against her G-spot. Sophie moaned loudly, the risk of anyone still lingering in the hallway only heightening everything. When her ass glowed pink, he pulled both toys out abruptly, leaving her clenching around nothing. He spun her around and lifted her onto the edge of the conference table, spreading her legs wide.

“Soaked from your punishment. This pretty little pussy knows who it belongs to, even when my naughty girl forgets.” She whimpered, pushing back into his touch. “Thirty-eight… thank you, Daddy… thirty-nine… thank you, Daddy…” The final spank landed hardest of all, right across the tender undercurve. She sobbed out the count, tears finally spilling over. “Forty. Thank you, Daddy.”

Emily did her homework with the help of Callina, she was mad at Matheo for giving her some smacks on her bum, she can't believe he gave her a quick spanking, she's too old for one, or maybe too young, whichever he takes, she can't get spanked. When Matheo tried to kiss her goodnight or offered to feed her, her night bottle she refused to go anywhere near him, she got a weird relationship with bottles and diapers. They are meant for smaller littles, but she's sure she's not that little, but she enjoys them before bed, she likes the fact that she doesn't have to worry about running to the bathroom at night.

A shiver went down my spine, thinking about that diaper change. "First let me start that with each rule comes a different punishment. Some rules are more likely to be broken than others and we will consider this with giving you your punishment. We have punishments like time-outs, taking away your toys, and writing lines. Those take not a lot of time. Then we have a bit more severe punishments as early bedtime, taking away your stuffies and spankings." The last punishment got me shivering a bit. Spankings, so they will hit me if I don't listen to them. They are just like him. With this information, I started to hate these men even more.

She could feel the cool fabric of the bed beneath her, a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered on her palms from the earlier punishment. With deliberate movements, Alberto positioned himself behind her, his presence looming over her as he prepared to administer the next phase of her discipline. “Count each spank aloud,” he commanded, his voice brooking no disobedience. Cadence nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she braced herself for the impending punishment. She knew that each spank would serve as a reminder of her failure, a physical manifestation of the consequences of her actions. Without further warning, Alberto’s hand came down sharply against Cadence’s exposed flesh,

I ordered, spanking her cheeks hard—left, right, alternating until they glowed crimson, the handprints blooming like brands. She complied with a whimper, pushing her ass higher, her face buried in the couch cushions. "Spank me more, Alexander—punish me for being late today, for making you wait!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. I smirked, the memory of her tardiness fueling my strikes. Each slap echoed like a gunshot, her skin jiggling, her cries growing louder. "Yes! Harder—make it sting! I'm sorry, sir—I'll never be late again!"