Adult Diaper Punishment Mga Nobela at Kwento

I finished washing him and got him out of the bath wrapped in a towel, we went to his nursery, I dried him quickly, got a diaper around his waist, dressed him in a onesie and some pajama pants. Now to his punishment, I made him stand on both feet and stood in front of him, he looked down right away knowing he just messed up with hitting me. Even if the punch didn't hurt me at all, it's still not okay to hit anyone older than him, he looked up few times but then right back down not meeting my eyes. "What did you do wrong?" I ask him in a firm voice. "I...I...punched you" he mumbles quietly. "Let's add this to your rule, you don't hit, hiss, bite anyone, not your daddy or anyone else you got i

The first thing Adrian woke up to in the morning is his son shouting, “No! No!” He knew what his son was refusing without getting out of bed. Diaper. Aaron hates it with passion. “Come here, baby. You should wear it,” Adrian heard his mom pleading her grandson to wear a diaper. “NO! Gran,” he was louder than Adrian heard from his room. “What is your problem?” He questioned his son as he laid down on the couch in the living room.

He changed my daily pull-up to nighttime diaper, this is our new routine, sometimes I'll wet them others I won't depend on the day. When I came back Augie was dressed similar to me, but his face was clean now, but he looked cute with makeup on, we still wanted to play, we even made Julia and Justin to play along with us. Daddy and Hazel had us held in their laps while we played all together, I did a mistake once, it was the wrong choice to do, but now this me and daddy it's the best decision I've ever made.

She moved to the bed to see what I had for her, she frowned when she saw the pull ups. "Mama I don't need a diaper" she says in a bratty voice. "It's a pull up and you definitely need it" I say back making her frown and pout. "Nuuu" was her reply stomping her leg on the floor. "Louis" I say in a firm voice, I wasn't above punishing her first thing in the morning. "Nu wannnnnttttt itttt" she says again al braty. If this relation is going to work, Louis would be needing a lot of a firmer hand. The sweet approach isn't working with my bratty little, I forced the pull up on the whinny little then dressed her in her outfit.

he promises me. "Otay" I agree to his offer. "Now to punishment and rewards" he says. "Nu punishment" I say quickly. "Yes punishment, bad girls get those and good girls get rewards." He tells me. Kaiden Rewards&Punishment: *Later bedtime. *Extra screen time. *New toys. *Candy. *Special cuddles. *Special nights out. *Timeout. *No candy. *Privilege taken. *Lines. *Earlier bedtime. *Spanking.

My butt stings as I sit on my feet, the cheap carpet offering no support. I sigh, happy I didn't utter any sexual sounds. I rub my butt's tenderness, in both an effort to ease the pain, and to somehow re-spark that pleasure I'd been feeling. Unfortunately, my hand isn't able to do the job that daddy's performed so well. But now that my arousal is dying, I have to ask. “How was that supposed to relax me, daddy?” My tone much more obedient than frustrated, unsure of why my punishment occurred but not complaining about it happening.

“Spread your legs … spread them wide! Daddy’s going to whack your pussy full on. No more butt whacking. You need to be punished more you horny slutly girl! In fact, go lie on your back and spread your legs wide open…. Yes… just like a TV antenna… the ballet lesson’s Daddy paid for will finally be in good use… spread your flexible legs wide apart and take the punishment." “Oh Daddy!!! No… I don’t want to show you my pussy! It’s wrong! Daddy!!!... don’t make me do degrading things! I don’t want to pose like a little slut! I don’t want to get hit!! Daddy, it hurts! You’re so strong!!” “I’m afraid you have no choice little whore… you must be punished and punished good!”

oh! Susan cried out as her father dealt her tender backside several slaps in quick succession. She was lying across his lap and kicking her feet wildly as he continued to discipline her. Her skirt was over her hips and her panties were around her ankles, leaving her entire ass exposed to him and he was doing his best to turn every inch of it red. "Good girl?" he laughed, "You don't want to be a good girl, you love being a dirty little pig don't you?"

Savannah had been baking cupcakes nonstop since morning with Lizzie, filling the entire house with the warm, sweet scent of vanilla and chocolate. Miles had decided that was the perfect time to ruin his diaper in spectacular fashion. Being the helpful, goody-two-shoes uncle that I apparently was, I’d volunteered to handle bath time and a fresh diaper change. Big mistake. Changing a squirming, happy, extremely energetic baby turned out to be significantly harder than defusing a bomb. At least bombs didn’t kick their legs like they were trying to win an Olympic gold medal in freestyle. “It’s going to rip, Sav,” I grumbled, staring at the stubborn adhesive flaps on the diaper. “Look at these th

I set up a wireless portable CCTV inside my kid's room so I can monitor them just in case they wake up in the middle of our session. "Come on, sweetheart, let's play. Don't change your dress yet. I want to fuck you wearing that dress." I hold her hand, and we go into our playroom. I can feel how nervous she is when we enter the playroom. "To the spanking bench, sweetheart." "Ok, Daddy. Please don't be so mean." "Since you lied to me three times, I will give you three strikes with a paddle. You will thank me for every strike. Do you understand?"