Diaper Punishment Novels & Stories

My smile growing as his eyes delve into mine. "Did you enjoy that baby girl?" His words are growled, and I laugh while nodding. "How could I not daddy, you took the orders perfectly, like a good little..." His hand covers my mouth. "I think you get your first real punishment, baby girl, strip." He steps back, and I do, excited for what is to come. "So, daddy, my punishment, what is it?" I smile at him. "The penny hold, baby girl and six whips."

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 tried not to whimper. The thing pressing into my tummy was getting so much harder. I didn’t know why but I lifted my gown up exposing my bare ass. Daddy’s punishment was painful but it made my bottom leak more pee. When daddy spanked me again, it was my bare ass this time around. “Six, Daddy,” and by then there were tears in my eyes. “Seven, eight, Daddy.” My fingers were gripping his pants fabric tightly. “Emily, you are wearing nothing. You even lifted your gown up.”

“Yes, and as I started saying he was pissed when I woke him. Screaming in pain, all I could do was beg him not to hurt them, that they weren’t an ordinary rogue. He yelled at me. Told me there were no rogues on his land and he was tired of my lies. My mom tried to reason with him but he yelled at her. That since nothing else had helped me, no doctor, no councilor, no one, that it was time he did what everyone kept telling him not to do but he just knew would solve the problem. I knew what he was going to do but the pain was so bad that I simply stayed huddled against their bed, begging for him to reconsider through my sobs. My dad had never used physical punishment on me before, unlike my br

My butt stings as I sit on my feet, the cheap carpet offering no support. I sigh, happy I didn't utter any sexual sounds. I rub my butt's tenderness, in both an effort to ease the pain, and to somehow re-spark that pleasure I'd been feeling. Unfortunately, my hand isn't able to do the job that daddy's performed so well. But now that my arousal is dying, I have to ask. “How was that supposed to relax me, daddy?” My tone much more obedient than frustrated, unsure of why my punishment occurred but not complaining about it happening.

Permission. I scramble to obey. I unhook the short chain between my wrists just enough to reach the table of toys you laid out for me. My hands shake as I select the first punishment: a heavy stainless-steel plug, cold and unforgiving. I coat it in my own slick, then reach back and press the icy tip to my tight asshole. I don’t ease it in. I force it, grunting around the gag as the widest part stretches me open, burning, claiming. The base settles between my cheeks with a final cruel pop. My eyes water. Drool pours from the corners of my stretched mouth.

After saying that, she seemed to realize something and added, "We'll be parents soon enough, and you can't always do that anymore." Julian raised an eyebrow. "Always do what?" Diana's voice turned meek and quiet. "...Spank my butt..." That was what adults did to punish children; she wasn't a child! She was going to be a mother of two children, for crying out loud! "Sure," Julian readily agreed. He knelt and placed his ear on Diana's stomach, and said, "Listen up, my big and small star. Daddy will never hit Mommy again, so be good and let Mommy eat and dress properly, okay? I'll pick you all up after work."

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

They didn't understand when we told them that it probably wasn't a good idea to take Noelle for a ride in the wagon just yet. It was that afternoon that I had my next lesson in fatherhood...changing the diaper. This is a process that while second nature to female of the species, is a definite test of the male's dexterity and commitment to their offspring. I learned early on that it is a good idea to have a fresh roll of duct tape close at hand to insure a successful completion of this exercise.

"And to drink?" He breaths out like he's been holding his breath. "Good to see you've returned." "From insanity? Barely." I tens as he dabs the alcohol soaked towel to my wounded knees. How long was I out there? "You know what you did back there used to be a form of punishment. I've heard stories about children having to knee on grains of rice or pebbles or just the bare floor for their sins or whatever nonsense some adult deemed worth to hurt them. After only a few minutes it can cause pain, but after a while your skin takes shape around it or breaks, leaving dimples and small cuts behind. I've never seen someone actually do it, and as much as I love the idea of you being submissive to me,