Diaper Discipline Stories Novels & Stories

"If you guys are done washing, then there are a pair of poopy diapers looking for a change." Despite the crowded conditions, Chris, Gina, Naomi and Ethan squeezed and jostled to grab a dish to scrub or dry. Wrinkly fingers were a much better prospect than the smell that came out of his niece and nephews bottoms. "Someone has rotten breastmilk," Chris hissed, just to annoy his sister. "And someone might need to invest in lube," she replied. Yeah, his sphincter tightened in response. "Delicate freakn' flower my ass," he muttered darkly.

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.

"Please tell me it's not a battle of Wolf versus Baby Poop." "More like Father versus Daughter," I say. "I don't know how or why she manages to take her diaper off in the middle of the night every single day, but she does. She has your stubborn spirit. But yes, there's poop involved. Quite a lot of it, in fact, and I'm going to be late for work if I deal with it myself." Marcus groans again, already heading up the stairs.

*** "August, as your mother, I think it is best if we had a serious discussion about your flatulence problem." "Bleh!" Gus gummed at the foot in his mouth, bare-assed and still needing a good powder. I took the offending diaper away, making sure it was as far away from my nose as humanly possible. Peas—sweet Goddess take me—were always a mistake! "Bleh nah nah neh!" "I know, you think it a most wondrous gift," I powdered him, tickling his little pot belly that sent his foot careening out of his giggling mouth. "But I am of a different mindset entirely."

she says trying to convince me or maybe convince herself, clutching a clean diaper in one hand and a diaper cream in the other, exhaustion getting the better of her “Ria, we are automatically their uncle and auntie and we are already their godparents, we don’t need to do this to become one, so let go of the diaper love and let’s go start a war or kill someone or something… anything is easier than this literal shit” I say calmly as I remove the things from her hands and she starts to nod slowly “Yes, I’ve already changed too many diapers… they do poop a lot” she says agreeing with me “And there are four of them” I say trying to lead her out of the nursery room, she is already sleep deprived t

1 Month Later:- I sat on the sofa and put my leg over the other in pride as I held my head high in pride. A smirk was formed on my lips as I kept looking at Christian who was trying so hard to change Christopher's diaper. A laugh escaped my lips as I mocked, "Too easy, isn't it?" He scoffed and said, "Chris, Don't move that much." "Watch it Aletha, how your father is trying that hard." I said to her, Christian kept trying but Christopher kept moving his legs, not letting him secure the diaper. When Christian finally thought he was successful in it, another laugh escaped my lips.

“Let’s see if you can handle diaper duty one-handed.” Bill raises an eyebrow. “You really think I can’t?” I give him a look. He sighs dramatically. “Fine. Teach me, oh wise one.” I shake my head, trying not to laugh. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” ******************** Fifteen minutes later, Bill is officially humbled. He stands next to me, staring down at the disaster of a diaper situation in front of him. His fingers are still awkward with the tabs, his one-handed approach making things much harder than he expected.

I like messing with her sometimes; shoot me. I settle Kian on my lap and give him a toy to play with. I place a cloth diaper on his lap to catch all the drool I know he’s about to create by playing with that toy. I turn to Tia, trying not to laugh at the expression on her face. I take a deep breath and start the story at the beginning, getting into the car. “Girl, not the riding crop! Are you serious?!” I nod and run my fingers through Kian’s hair. “And….he came just with that? You didn’t even touch it or anything?”

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?"

“Bring them up, you can…set the bigger ones on the floor. Oh my, Krista…darling, thank you.” “Of course. Never can have too many. Mom says that they are a little big but your pup will grow into them and it’s good to have a variety. My brother was born and he went straight into size two diapers. Which is kind of insane but he was huge. Mom said she had to have her entire vagina sewed…” I pushed Krista aside. “She doesn’t need to be scared by you right now. Your mom’s horror stories would scar anyone into not having pups.” Smiling, I handed her the small little box I had. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.”