Diaper Punishment Novels & Stories

he apologized lowly. “No apology needed. It happens. But I will say that you need to stop fighting me and your father about wearing the nighttime pull-ups.” “Pull-ups are for babies like Daisy and Nori!” “Pull-ups are for anyone who needs them. You know there are adult diapers, too, right?” “I’m not a baby. I’m not wearing it.” I rolled my eyes and poured some bubbles into the bathtub along with some toys. “I need you to stop taking them off in the middle of the night.”

My parents weren't aware of it at first, but when they saw that I was starting to be weak and walking badly, they looked down and saw that my leg was asleep. They took it off and my father spanked me again, took out the strap and put it on my hand and I felt my vagina get very excited. I guess I just like the feeling of pain. They were shocked by my attempts at suddenly finding trouble. And my dad I guess realized something about me that day. Later on, indeed, he stopped slapping me, as soon as he saw that I was enjoying it. And so I even stopped getting in trouble since the punishment wasn’t coming.

He repeated the same to him as he had to the other boys' parents. "May God help you, and if it's His will, so be it," the man said, refusing to punish his son. Túlio made them all stay there, not allowing the couple to leave, and they had to watch Divino's punishment until the end. The mother of Dida and Marcinho fainted when Divino wet himself. Sopapo, Cannibal, and Marco took their time taking turns with the punishment, and the pastor vomited in the end.

They were captioned with ‘Sleep While The Monster’s Asleep’ which had us all chuckling. There was a picture of Dad with puke all over his dress shirt. It was captioned ‘Don’t Forget the Burp Rag.’ That was a good note for Ezra and us. There was another picture of Dad changing me with something all over his face. I assumed it was my piss. Oh, that was priceless. It was captioned with ‘Don’t Think You’re Faster Than The Pup.’ “When you change a boy’s diaper, you need to lay something like a wipe over his crotch, or you’ll figure out how nasty their piss tastes,” Dad explained, glaring at me. I just shrugged because it was a learning experience.

“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!”

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 pulled back her pants along with her diaper to check her rosy bum. "Oscar," I scold my mate, why did he hit her so hard, her bum is pink and it must be tender now. "Don't Oscar me, she received six smacks, next time she misbehaves I'm going to double it," Oscar warns her making her whine into my lap. "Nu like daddy, send him away," she whines, and I looked at him didn't he offer her any kind of aftercare after he punished her, she just shrugged.

You would believe one would be more lenient with their disabled child… not my parents. My phone, laptop, ipad and guitar got confiscated for two weeks, I couldn’t watch TV, nor use my xbox, and they denied buying me any snacks. They were treating me like a little child getting grounded for punching his middle school classmate. It wasn’t me who told Ryder to climb on the roof or to get scratched on his cheek. My only fault was that I left muddy trails on the carpet after entering the house with my dirty wheelchair. But again, I think my fathers’ goal was not to punish me, but rather to make me “bond” with Ryder. After they told me that “You act like a little kid, you get punished like one”, m

“But… what about punishments? You said that earlier. You punish people?” He nods without hesitation. “If they agree to rules and choose to break them, yeah. Punishments happen. That can be part of a dynamic. Maybe it’s a spanking. Maybe it’s being denied something they want. Could be something simple like kneeling until I say otherwise. It depends on the person.” “But… you’d hurt them. When you’re angry.” His expression changes. Not harsh, but serious. And it makes something inside me still.

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