Novel & Cerita Diaper Punishment

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?"

Axel arrived at her side and said, "Don't walk to the bathroom because you are in a lot of pain right now, just pee in your diaper. You are wearing one right? Your mother insisted you wear one." Sherry shook her head. "Hell no! I can't pee in the diaper!" she refused to do so. Axel sighed. "Then let me carry you to the bathroom so that you don't have to walk," he offered. "No need. I can do it without your help!" She insisted stubbornly and proceeded to make baby steps towards the bathroom. She bit her lip and cried silently because it was so damn painful. Every step she took hurt so badly.

“Blood evidence here. Take a sample for comparison.” The officer turned to look at Mom. “Your son has an injury to the back of his head. How do you explain it?” Mom’s fingers twisted together. “The day before yesterday, he wouldn’t listen and I gave him a push. He bumped into the cabinet. He didn’t cry or say it hurt at the time. I thought he was fine.” Dad struggled against the restraints on the coffee table. “He has congenital analgesia! He can’t feel pain! Didn’t you know that?”

David teased, making Daniel grimace at the impending future awaiting him. We all laughed, seeing how David's remark had caused an effect on him. "Yeah, and until the real trouble arrives, you'll have to deal with lots and lots of diapers. And not just any kind–the worst kind," William chimed in, his voice laced with amusement. "The ones that reek so badly you can't tell if it's your child or a skunk in the room."

Hands slipped lower, massaging her ass cheeks, thumbs dipping between to brush her puckered hole. She moaned into the towel. "Daddy..." He spanked light, sting echoing. "Quiet, or punishment." Sophia watched, thighs squeezing. He moved to her next, same treatment—back rubbed, ass kneaded deep. Fingers teased her slit from behind, wet and ready. "If you tell anyone," he whispered hot in her ear, "Daddy will spank these pretty asses red. Understand?" She nodded frantic, pushing back into his hand. "Yes, Daddy. More, please."

He was completely in Helen's thrall It was Helen who had forced Stanley to begin using naked spankings as a standard disciplinary tool with her cute stepson. She had made it clear that not only was Bill to be made to strip before a spanking, but that he must, as a part of the punishment undergo the humiliation of displaying himself before and after by standing with his hands on his head and his legs spread.

“After hearing about their love life, I think those two would have a million kids by now if Courtney let them. She made him wait until Calum was out of diapers before they started trying again.” “Diapers,” I repeated in horror. I forgot about diapers. Calum had some nasty ass diapers. They would stink up the entire packhouse. Courtney tried to get me to change him once, but I threw up before I could even get the thing open all the way. Blood and c***e; easy. St-filled diapers; hard as hell. I’ll find a way to manage, though. I won’t make Vivian handle all the diapers herself. They make masks for those kinds of things, right?

But my knees buckled beneath me, and I dropped into the chair opposite him instead. He took a slow sip of his coffee before finally speaking again. “You push. I punish. That’s how this works, bambina. Actions. Consequences. Learn it, and you’ll stop crying.” I glared at him, clutching the edge of my chair so hard my knuckles whitened. “You humiliated me in front of those people last night. Then you put me on the front page of the newspaper. And now—you think you can just… " "Spank your ass and fuck you with my mouth without giving you an orgasm?" He completed, his lips twitching.

A room that only had a mattress, a blanket and a pillow along with several insects just making their way here and there unbothered by the existence of a little boy in their place. I was always told to roll up my pants to expose my legs and stand with my hands on the desk. The father was a cruel man, he’s supposed to love orphans like me but he believed in strong punishments. He believed that wiped our sins away. So, he would take a wooden scale which was about 12 inches in size and strike my calves. “It wasn’t me!” I would say the words right after I yelled out in pain. “Mmph!” I didn’t want to scream, so I would bite on my lip to shut myself down, to the point, they often bled.

I wiggle, kicking out, heat blooming across my skin. Julian presses down harder on my back. "Remain in position, or your punishment gets worse. Understood?" I nod, biting my lip to keep from crying out. "Use your words." “Yes.” He strikes again, harder, and I cry out for real this time. "Try again." "Yes, Daddy." That seems to satisfy him. He makes a low, satisfied sound in his throat. "We start again." His hand comes down against my bare skin, an explosion of pain sweeping through me, my whole body cramping around it.