Adult Diaper Punishment Novels & Stories

Since mom and dad surprise me, I always jump with small sounds. When I calm down, I punish him with a sexy time. He hates it when he is about to go out because it ruins everything, from his outfit and his hairstyle. I laugh, giggling when he dumps his sweaty body on my body. "Cali, I told you not to stir me when I am supposed to leave! Look how messy I am now!" He mumbled, still grasping after the intense make - out we had. "I love you! You know what punishment means, right? That's your punishment for scaring me." I laughed, spanking his butt. He thrust his hips, startling me.

He pulled his fingers away and the slime of her cooch followed. “You nasty girl, does this make you feel good?” He said and spanked her the sixth time. Fast learner she was, for she was instantly regretful of her actions. “I'm so sorry, daddy,” she cried. “I didn't want to” “Now you have your juices on daddy's pants. What would I do with you?” He asked her, lifting her off his lap and holding her a few inches from himself. “What is good enough punishment for what you have done, Gina?”

“And for being a bad girl, I’m going to make sure you get your punishment. I want you to count to ten for me with each slap, okay?” He patted her ass, and Sadie felt her core and pussy begin to heat. “Yes, Daddy. Anything for you.” She gripped the arms of the chair in anticipation, her throat going dry just as she felt a hot swing of air over her ass and a hard hand smacking over her right cheek, earning a great cry from her. “Oh, fuck!” she whimpered. The pain was unbearably intense as it spread over her skin, but she felt a tingle of heat in her core.

he murmured. With a whimper, I submitted, pushing my pants past my hips and down to my thighs. I bent over the bed and pushed my panties down too, waiting for my next instructions. “Am I getting a spanking?” I asked, my ass still sore from Daddy’s belt last night. “No, baby girl,” he answered. “Spread your cheeks and show your daddies your naughty little hole. We have a plug with your name on it, that’s going to punish our bad girl all day, making her remember that she is a little girl, and not in charge.”

"What? Marco, you told him that, so why hide our childhood as well?" Sighing I don't respond, our father was heartless, but he loved us. This will hurt. "What do I not know, boys?" He sits forward. "You don't know that she would beat us." Lorenzo spits out. "More likely punishing you, son." Dario rises. "Punishing? Locking us in a cupboard for the weekend with no food is a punishment, yes? Drugging me when I was a baby so I would sleep and not disrupt her beauty sleep is a punishment as well, Dad? How about fucking holding our heads underwater, screaming we were the devil's child, and she wished she had cut us out of her?"

You must read each thing and make opinions about things. Rules I expect to be followed: (Subject to be punished or rewarded for) - Only daddy can touch you, play with you, punish you or reward you. No other man may do so. - Only baby girl can touch daddy, no other woman will be near. - Only daddy can see your body, within reason, bikinis are acceptable - Babygirl must eat 3 healthy meals a day - Babygirl must always be on time, and ready - Babygirl will be respectful and not be a brat, bratting will lead to punishments instantly

I can't have my kid going around dislocating people's limbs like she's in some damn action movie. "When you get home," I continue firmly, "no TV. I'm taking your iPad. And you're grounded." Her face crumples as the first tear slips down her cheek. "Daddy, please... I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I promise. I'm really, really sorry..." I inhale sharply, forcing myself not to pull her into a hug. Not yet. Discipline first, comfort later. (AURIANNA'S POV) Watching the whole scene play out in front of me hits me harder than I expected.

I looked at Dad's face, the one I knew so well yet barely recognized anymore, and screamed in despair, "Dad! Why won't you listen to reason? Thomas broke it deliberately! He's the naughty one! He just wanted to see me get punished!" "Shut up!" Dad whipped around, his eyes cold and filled with disgust once more. "Tommy is only three! What does he know about doing things deliberately? Can he even tell right from wrong? You're the mean one! "You won't teach your brother properly, you won't take responsibility for it, and now you dare to pin the blame on Tommy, who's only three years old? How did I end up with a piece of garbage like you?" With that, Dad raised his foot and drove his hard-soled

I moaned, my eyes locked on our reflection. I felt his heavy, bare hand come down hard against my bare ass cheek. "Ah!" I moaned out loud, the heat spreading across my skin. "You're going to be punished, Kitty-cat," he growled. "Yes, Daddy... please punish me," I begged. He spanked me again. "Yes, Daddy! Fuck" He spanked me over and over again. It was hard, stinging and hurting badly, but the pain only made my pussy lips rub against each other. I was getting so incredibly wet and even dripping onto the sheets.

Answer him verbally in the way he has asked me to, do not cum without permission, effectively us my safe words, count, and swallow. "Yes, Daddy." "You sure?" "Yes, I'm sure Daddy." "Okay now for punishments. Breaking one rule: I will pick a toy and use it on you for 10 minutes and you cannot cum. If you do you must apologize and wear your heels for the rest of the play date." I knew he picked them out for a reason. "Yes, Daddy." "Three rules and you are sleeping on the floor. No touching, no talking, no cuddling, no more play time. I make it this severe in the hopes that I never have to use it."