Diaper Punishment Novels & Stories

My arm started to sting as well as my legs. Before he could hit me again my body then run all the way to him as my hands wrapped around his hard rock body. "Forgive me! Forgive me, please! Stop hurting me, Lord Damon," I cried so hard. My foot keeps stomping on the ground like a child having tantrums. Never in my life, I experienced such things as this. My parents never laid a finger or hit me with leather. I never received punishments from them.

I almost made it, until I felt strong arms pull me up from the waist back. "I didn't want to do this, but you are in need of a good punishment" he says, wait what! A punishment he got no right to punish me, thinking back at his programs, the dominant boyfriend one, that one includes some light spanking and foreplay but that's only meant for pleasure. The nanny program also had the right to punish, but that depends on the age of the child and parents' orders, I never gave him orders to punish me.

"What is it? Hungry? Wet? Existential dread?" I checked the diaper. Blue line. Wet. "Diaper it is." I carried her to the changing table. I laid her down. I unbuttoned the Daddy's Girl onesie. "Sorry about the draft," I apologized as I removed the diaper. She kicked. She screamed. She flailed her limbs like a tiny, angry starfish. "Hold still," I pleaded, trying to wipe her while holding her ankles with one hand. It was like wrestling an octopus. "How are you this strong? You eat milk."

“You need my help with…diapers?” His mouth twitched faintly. “Don’t sound so disappointed.” Despite herself, Katelyn reached for the paper. “These are their proposed upgrades,” he continued. “Thinner material. Extra fragrance. Decorative prints. Supposed to be more… premium.” She scanned the page, her expression slowly shifting from mild annoyance to concentration. Then she frowned. “This is wrong,” she said quietly. Damon glanced at her. “Wrong how?” “Fragrance in diapers is a terrible idea.”

Afterward, he left the Jewells' address and arranged for the items to be delivered directly to them. "Let's call it a day," Chris said to Paige. "We can come back to buy diapers and other things when we next have free time." So, it seemed Paige had misunderstood. Chris came to the mall just to buy things for his precious daughter. He was not trying to appease her at all! "Diapers shouldn't be bought casually," Chris told Paige. "I read on the forum that some diapers can cause rashes." At that moment, Paige did not want to discuss this issue with Chris. The child was only a month old. Was it not too early to discuss these things?

Her Daddy discussed it with her, that when she was having punishment, she was not to touch him. It was only him that would touch her, hands and all. Madie heard the sound of cloth scratching with metal, and she tilted her head to see what her Daddy was doing behind her. Her light sniffles were heard in the comfort room. "Look forward. Don't move." Dario was removing his belt, rolling it in his hands, the small metal part at the end of the accessory was hanging as he circled it in his fingers. He heard Madie suck in a breath as she realized what he was doing.

DIANA. N/B: PLEASE SKIP IF YOU FEEL TOO UNCOMFORTABLE TO READ. It has been five days of pure torture, five days of constant rape and punishment. My whole body feels sore, my pussy is sore and my asshole is sore. I was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling blankly.

Aidan said fists clenched in his lap. I could smell the brimstone permeating off him as his anger grew. I won’t blame him for being angry as he retold what happened to him. I was furious, too. I wanted to hunt down this Scorcha bitch and stab my hunter’s knife in her black heart for what she did to Aidan. She was the worst kind of leader and parent. A leader should not unnecessarily use physical punishment. And a parent sure the hell should never abuse their child even if they are an adult.

"One - thank you for punishing me, Daddy." Another crack, harder. "Two - fuck - thank you for punishing me, Daddy." He builds a rhythm - not fast, but relentless. Each strike burns hotter than the last, the leather biting into my flesh, turning my ass from pink to red to throbbing, welted agony. "You wanted Daddy's attention?" CRACK. "You wanted me to stop ignoring you?" CRACK. "This is what happens to bratty little stepdaughters who tease." CRACK. "Fifteen - thank you - thank you for punishing me, Daddy-"

he warns me but I just shrug, getting comfortable for my nap over his chest. "Don't sleep, you need a change," he says making me blush, I'm just a baby or that's what he calls me, since the day I came to life, I wear diapers, I can't keep it in when I'm supposed to, and when the demon tried to make fun of me, papa made them all wear a diaper as a punishment! "Nu wanna," I whine. "Yes, a change, a warm bottle and then you get to sleep," he says taking me to his room, he's the best papa ever and nothing can take me away from him.