Diaper Discipline Stories Novels & Stories

he revealed. “You could have bought another one !” I exclaimed. “My supplier does not …. shit. Not again,” he whined and by now everyone knew that the “Chips Racket” was next in line to be punished by Dad. “That’s not even the point,” Dy scoffed. “The thing is I was trying really hard to pull away that packet from the whelp but the other naughty one seemed to have an affinity for ma rockin’ ass and he suddenly captured my shorts from the other side with his damn pointy teeth !!” Dy complained while telling on my kids.

It was really an experience I wish to not remember. I never really made friends in the Home because I was stigmatized for having a big buttocks and big tits by my fellow kids. They ridiculed me saying I buried my parents in there and sometimes, the boys abused me by touching me carelessly. I was fortunate because it never progressed into something more than just that. My puberty came in at quite an early age of ten and I wasn't really precocious. All I ever thought about in my little head was the way forward; 'what would become of me if eventually I leave this place?'

she asked. "Diaper baby," the girl said in a singsong voice. "It's because she peed in bed during our summer camp in elementary school." "Shut the fuck up and stop being a bitch to Noriko," Adeline barked since Noriko didn't say anything to defend herself.

Grant stayed quiet for a while then he asked gently, “Why do you live like this? Always running into problems?” I took a deep breath. I told him about my life. I told him how my father disappeared when I was only six years old. That memory hurts me every single day. I also told Grant how my mother never showed me love. She only shouted, drank, and blamed me for everything. I have carried that pain and anger for many years and that’s why I fight and get into trouble.

I took a step back and then another, until he had me pressed up against the dirty brick wall. He reached for me, taking my chin into his fingertips, forcing me to look up at him. “Have you been disciplined before, little one?” he asked softly, his jawline tensing firmly. “Fuck you,” I replied, doing my best to say it as scornfully as possible when my tummy was doing little flips of nervous excitement. “Bad little girls like you need a daddy to teach them to behave. Lucky for you, now you’re going to have three, and for the very first time, you’re going to experience Daddy’s discipline,” he said firmly, and I tensed.

These men were taking the ddlg lifestyle to a whole other level. "I-I don't need a diaper," I tried to say as stern as I could but the crying didn't really help. "Oh little flower, of course you need a diaper. Those muscles down there won't help you to hold it up to go potty." I didn't even think of that, that stupid syringe was now even worse then before. A couple of more tears were rolling down my face while David grabbed me some clothes, no not some clothes, but baby clothes. “Don’t worry sweetie, you can wear pull-ups if you are more settled in.” Davide said those world as they would comfort me, but they did not.

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 couldn’t even to describe how I felt from watching the video. “I know might be uncomfortable for you since it’s your private affair but Abrille… she hit the other girl first” Val said, her voice soft like she knew how delicate the situation was for me. “That why she was being weird at Grandpa’s…” I mumbled softly as I replayed the video, seeing how helpless and frightened my little girl looked as the other kids laughed at her. How teary her big brown eyes became…watching more diapers been pulled out of her schoolbag. It broke my heart even to watch, how then did she feel experiencing it herself… I couldn’t believe Charlotte’s solution was getting her diapers! Diapers for a 5-year-old sensi

I woke up still in their arms, I loved that daddy read me to sleep, I love stories, books, and he's the best story reader ever, he did the voices and everything. I needed to pee badly this morning, but I wasn't allowed to take the diaper off me, I thought maybe I can skip to the bathroom, pee quickly, and pull the diaper back on. But sadly that wasn't a good plan, mommy and daddy both had their hands around me, I was trapped between them, when I tried to squirm out of their hold they both woke up.

I softly called to her. She was full of cuteness as she lay there looking up at me, cooing and kicking her little feet. “How’s mama’s girl?” Oh, wow girl you stink! Babies are cute, but man can they be disgusting. One diaper change was enough to make me question if I was up for this challenge. I have fought and won against one of the most powerful witches of all time, trained and fought against grown men ten times my size and now here I am getting my ass kicked by one shitty diaper.