Diaper Discipline Stories Novels & Stories

Even if we did stay and I let her make up some fake embarrassing stories, I don't want her 60 year old mind to go overboard and make me really embarrassed. If she's going to say an embarrassing story, I'll deal with the 'Peed in the bed' story, or a 'Calling my teacher Mama' story. One of my real embarrassing stories would be when my real grandma Dila Day, caught me masturbating in my room when I was sixteen and let me tell you, dinner that night was really awkward. We had to hold hands to pray for our food and guess who's hand I was holding?...Grandma Dila. Ever since that day, grandma Dila made sure to never sit by me at the dinner table ever again.

He rushed to the bassinet and scooped the baby into his arms with surprising skill for a man who, three days ago, had asked the nurse how to fasten a diaper like it was a bomb defusing tutorial. “Hey, buddy,” he whispered, bouncing him gently. “I know, I know. Life is hard. You were born three minutes ago, nobody lets you drive the truck, the world is cruel.” Mason wailed louder. Jaxon sighed. “Alright, okay. Brielle, is it food? Diaper? Existential crisis?” “Try the diaper.” He laid Mason on the portable changing pad and opened the fresh pack of wipes. “Okay, little man. Dad’s got this. Dad’s got—oh my—WHOA—okay, you did not warn me”

be fed they are putting up a fuss because I had to change their diapers first. “Well, if you want to be fed first, then you should try not pooping in your diaper before a feeding.” I said over Beah’s cries while Tru doesn’t cry, but stares daggers at me for making her sister cry. “Hey, don’t give me that look I didn’t poop, she did.” I said leaning to kiss her little nose. “Who is making pop pop babies cry do I need to knock somebody’s head off.” My father said coming into the room he always came here for an hour before he started his day, an hour at mid day and after he leaves the pack house for the day and even comes back after dinner sometimes. He spends all his free time with his chocol

I can't imagine this guy dealing with a shit problem, it's so funny. "I told you so," I laugh even harder, Theo just looks at me as I try to stop myself, "And, sadly, there's no way to stop those things from happening, it's something you learn with experience. But just so you know, never leave a child without a diaper unsupervised. The cool air makes them release their sphincters or something. I can't even tell you the amount of times Beau peed on me." "I feel a little better knowing I'm not the only one," he says with a smile, "How old were you when you had to completely take care of Beau?"

“It’s fear of the diaper marathon he saves for the middle of the night. This kid’s got talent. Potent, rapid-fire poop, right, little man?” “Lucian!” I brought a hand to my mouth, laughing between shock and amusement. “Don’t talk about my baby like that!” “Sorry, Lauren…” He raised his hands in surrender but kept the mocking expression. “But Uncle Lucian here doesn’t lie. The art this little guy produces is professional-level.” “Sorry, but Uncle’s got a point,” Theo chimed in between laughs, his face red from giggling so much. “One time, Noah’s diaper exploded all the way up his back. I saw it—it was a war zone.”

I want to fight everything. I've already been in trouble this morning for being combative and refusing to eat or drink anything that did not come prepackaged and sealed. Knowing that my mother died by poison has curbed any appetite or trust i might have had. He denied me my morning shower, and bent me over his knee like a child to try to 'discipline' me with a metal spatula. I managed to headbutt him and knock us backwards, cracking his precious chair. He cannot comprehend or predict my erratic behavior, so after a lecture I had tuned out, he stripped me naked again. He then tied me by my foot to the inside of the dog crate. He left the room shortly after I started barking and howling sarcas

Duncan said, laughing. Kasie was already picking Corinne’s brain about cloth diapers and I just sighed. Some days it's beyond overwhelming, and I just have absolutely no idea how the hell my mate did it on her own. I’ve had more information pumped into my head about kids in the last few months than any one person should have to know. Potty training, covering electrical outlets. Bath time, story time. Trying my best not to cuss … now that was a challenge. But damn it, when they look up at you with those eyes… when they give incredible hugs…. Ohh and when they sleep … it’s all worth 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.

"What is it? Hungry? Wet? Existential dread?" I checked the diaper. Blue line. Wet. "Diaper it is." I carried her to the changing table. I laid her down. I unbuttoned the Daddy's Girl onesie. "Sorry about the draft," I apologized as I removed the diaper. She kicked. She screamed. She flailed her limbs like a tiny, angry starfish. "Hold still," I pleaded, trying to wipe her while holding her ankles with one hand. It was like wrestling an octopus. "How are you this strong? You eat milk."

From the couch Tobias started laughing so hard he fell off. Marcus pulled out his phone. “Documenting history.” I changed my first diaper. I had prepared for this. I had watched videos. I was ready or so I thought. Theodore was not impressed by any of that. The second I laid him down, he started kicking. I struggled to get the old diaper off and reached for the new one. He peed, straight at me. "Theodore!" I yanked my hand back. Tobias fell off the couch. "The tiny man," he wheezed from the floor, "has defeated the almighty Kane Sterling."