Adult Diaper Punishment Novels & Stories

I declare, determination in my voice. In deft motions, the old diaper is discarded, and Cevia is cleansed. My internal countdown lends urgency to the process as I swiftly secure a fresh diaper around her tiny form. Thirty seconds – an achievement punctuated by the absence of any unsavory mishaps. A silent exultation ripples through me, a far cry from Brayden's previous misadventure.

Trent didn't even need to lock me in, the weakness that has taken hold over my body assured me that I never leave or move, even when I want to, today I decided to bathe, I smell, and I have a rash. Trent found out that I'm diaper dependent and made fun of me, of my need to be taken care of, he threw a closed pack of adult diapers on me, they didn't have any teddies or animals over them they were ugly and didn't go up and down like my old ones, I hated them so much, I had to teach myself how to use the bathroom again, I don't always make it, but I did most tomes.

he asked, tugging at his father's jeans and fluttering his eyelashes. “3 weeks, your uncle Jordon already set the punishment, you get another week for answering your dad back,” Allen said, folding his arms and standing shoulder to shoulder with his husband. They had learned to present a united front years ago, their kids were sneaky, going to the other when one of them punished them or said no to something. “That’s not fair, he’s not in charge of us” Hennessey cried, pointing at her uncle Simon. “He doesn't get to decide the punishments!” she said, trying the eyelash fluttering on her dad’s, they usually fell for it.

“Oh, he’s been making some strange noises over there, I think he has a present for you. Ben twisted his face up, not too happy about finding the surprise she was talking about. “Your Mommy thinks she’s funny, making Daddy change your poopie diapers, doesn’t she, Son?” He asked the baby, while opening the diaper to the liquid disaster that had found its way into all his chubby folds. “Oh, Son! How could formula smell so bad after it’s processed?” Brayden asked, gagging as he changed the diaper and cleaned his little bottom. Benny took the opportunity to pee on his father’s shirt while he was cleaning him. “Really, Ben? Why do you do Daddy like this every time?” Brayden complained.

“Maybe I’ll simply force you to make dinner for a whole week? “That’s more a punishment for you than for me,” I laughed, and she groaned. She obviously didn’t think that through. “Diapers! You’ll have to change the diapers for three whole months.” “No way!” I exclaimed in horror. “That’s not fun at all.” “Who said it was supposed to be fun?” she snickered, and I pouted again. “I like the bed activity kind of punishment better,” I mumbled. “That’s for when you behave well.”

she replies with a big pout, great my one year old just learned how to talk back to me. "It's not an option, only me and your daddy can take it off. Next time I'll tell papa Madlyn, you know he'll make that pretty white bum of yours red" I threaten her, I was the most easy going between all three of us, but I wasn't against my baby being punished when needed. I had another diaper on her before I got a chair set against a corner in her room for timeout.

Joanne replied. "What would I do? Take away his video games? Ground him? Isn't that just turning him more into a child than he already is? I mean how can I say 'be a man or I will take away your toys.'? I want to punish him. I am angry will him. But it will just make things worse." "My youngest, David, he never responded to that sort of stuff anyway. If I punished him, it just made him dig his heels in harder," Joanne said thoughtfully.

Adrian said before pulling me over his knee, placing another slap to my ass. "You wore that short little skirt that showed off this tight little ass," he said through clenched teeth as he smacked my again, "that see-through shirt that showed off your bra," another smack, "and the little stunt you pulled in the store with the sales lady," another smack. "You should be punished," he said and his tone sounded so needy as his erection poked against my side while he slapped my ass. "Yes, Daddy! Punish me," I begged and welcomed the next slap before he massaged the cheeks.

I sit back in my chair but this time I grab my baby by the arm and pull him until he’s lying on my lap, face down, "Alpha, you can't do this to me. I’m just demanding what is mine!" "No, you're being spoiled and you're not the Andy I know," I spit out, "My Andy wouldn't wear these slutty clothes to go out in public. And he wouldn't demand things from me that I can't give him yet. I'm going to punish you. Twenty spanks." "Fine, do whatever you want!" He exclaims, letting me see what a bad boy he is once again and even lifts his äss in the air as if he's waiting.

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.