Diaper Punishment Novels & Stories

The mother of the child looks angry. "James. Apologize to this boy." "No! He says he's six but you can smell that he pooped his pants!" The other parents look at Bright and Ash for any explanation. "Leo has health issues so he cannot help it if he wears and uses diapers still at age six, and from what we heard you pushed him in the stomach forcing him to use his diaper." Ash looks pretty pissed, hating to hear Leo crying. He takes him into his arms and holds him close, minding his pouty and his slightly full diaper. The other father looks at the family in front of him. "I am so sorry for what he had done to your son. I can assure you someone is in a lot of trouble when he gets home." James p

I clasped a collar round her with a leash. "You have really been very naughty and I am pissed", I said. I was not seeing her but Diana and it was Diana I was punishing, not her. I took a paddle and smacked her butt. She whimpered. I felt that it was not hard enough and I smacked her again with the paddle, I wanting the pain to be more stinging than normal.

“Maybe I’ll simply force you to make dinner for a whole week? “That’s more a punishment for you than for me,” I laughed, and she groaned. She obviously didn’t think that through. “Diapers! You’ll have to change the diapers for three whole months.” “No way!” I exclaimed in horror. “That’s not fun at all.” “Who said it was supposed to be fun?” she snickered, and I pouted again. “I like the bed activity kind of punishment better,” I mumbled. “That’s for when you behave well.”

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.

*The little is expected to be a good little, no bratting allowed, (Occasional bratting or tantrums would be dealt with and are okay). I wasn't the worst person ever, I know littles sometimes go through phases and they like to have a tantrum or two, it's where punishment comes in handy. *Diaper and pull-ups. That's all the rule said, it's an open one since not all my littles would regress that young and would want to use ones, but it's an option nonetheless and they all could use it if they want to. "I Am Not Wearing A Diaper," she says between gritted teeth, shooting me with glares that were more of daggers than looks.

A shiver went down my spine, thinking about that diaper change. "First let me start that with each rule comes a different punishment. Some rules are more likely to be broken than others and we will consider this with giving you your punishment. We have punishments like time-outs, taking away your toys, and writing lines. Those take not a lot of time. Then we have a bit more severe punishments as early bedtime, taking away your stuffies and spankings." The last punishment got me shivering a bit. Spankings, so they will hit me if I don't listen to them. They are just like him. With this information, I started to hate these men even more.

He places them all down on the bed again and then turns towards me. “Today’s punishment will contain all three of the tools to see how you respond to them. I will strike you five times each with them and two rounds of all of them.” I bite my lip and nervously glance at the tools again. Five times three times two equals thirty. That is a lot of strikes. “I will use them in the order of paddle, switch and cane. Since this is a punishment the strikes will sting and hurt. Now on your feet at the foot of the bed. Bend forward and grab the bedpost.”

Elias kicked his little legs, cooing, and Orrin’s face lit up like he’d just won the lottery. “Look at that. He’s happy. I’m doing it right, aren’t I?” “Almost,” I said, biting back a grin. “Now, clean him up with the wipes—front to back, always. And don’t skimp, because nobody wants a rash.” Orrin nodded, wiping Elias with the kind of focus you’d expect from a surgeon. But then he grabbed the new diaper and—yep, there it was—started unfolding it the wrong way again.

I made my voice small and afraid as I answered, "I'm sorry, mommy." Mom stood before me with her hands on her hips, and replied "Well 'sorry' isn't going to cut it this time. I am very disappointed in you, young lady. How can you just loose your bra? This time I can't let the situation slide. You will have to be punished. Do you know what happens to bad girls who misbehave? They get a spanking." She then sat down on the bed and pointed to her lap, saying "Bend over my lap, young lady."

Adrian said before pulling me over his knee, placing another slap to my ass. "You wore that short little skirt that showed off this tight little ass," he said through clenched teeth as he smacked my again, "that see-through shirt that showed off your bra," another smack, "and the little stunt you pulled in the store with the sales lady," another smack. "You should be punished," he said and his tone sounded so needy as his erection poked against my side while he slapped my ass. "Yes, Daddy! Punish me," I begged and welcomed the next slap before he massaged the cheeks.