Diaper Punishment Spanking Novels & Stories

I tell her but before she has a chance to answer my palm is already landing on her plump ass that is begging me to be spanked. Catching Shelly off guard she jumps a little at the contact and yelps out “ One Daddy I’m sorry Daddy.” After each spanking I rub on the ass cheek that I smacked to ease the pain. On the fifth spank she is starting to shake and moan because of the pleasure and pain. I dip my finger into her and I’m right because she is dripping wet from the punishment. But she continues to apologize. “Five Daddy I’m sorry daddy.” She tries to say but in the end it turns into a strangled moan. Once the whole punishment is over. Shelly’s ass looks even better than before with it being

His voice became challenging. “I’ll spank you.” And all of a sudden, Derry became silent. He squinted his eyes and only glared at Ahaz. Children have not liked spanking since childhood. His mother used to beat him in the house like this every day for his evils. Due to his mischief, many times his parents had to be embarrassed in school. His mother spanked him many times but he did not get any wisdom till now. He still misbehaves with no shame and is spanked by his mother.

Sabrina moaned, but at the same time she waved her bum back and forth making it clear that she wanted more. You went back to spanking her again, this time swapping back and forth between the cheeks which made her stumble a few times on the count. By the end, her entire ass was a bright, warm pink and she'd gotten another thirteen or so spanks on each cheek, and she'd abandoned trying to correct her 'sirs' from Daddy.

The little is allowed to tag along with the dominant classes whenever needed. The final part of the contract was the discipline part, it stated that misbehaving, defying orders, back-talking, and not obeying daddy would result in discipline. The discipline would vary depending on the crime, it could be a simple time out, earlier bedtime, privileges taken away, grounding, writing lines, mouth getting washed, and finally a spanking to the bum with the hand, nothing else would be used or implied to the bum. "Okay," I say finishing reading everything, it's not the worse out there.

I told him how every time someone in the group got hit I could feel their pain. After six weeks of calling me a liar he suddenly decided it was time for me to receive punishment for my failure. That first punishment he hit me fourteen times with a belt with my clothes on. After three weeks of him doing this I refused to report to him. I told my parents that he was spanking me for failing warrior training. Even they were shocked and promised to speak with him.

I say with a big pout that says I am, but I'm still fighting him over it. "Would you prefer a spanking Roman? Cause acting up and throwing tantrums would never go unpunished" he says, my pout was even bigger now, I felt my eyes tear up, I didn't want to have a spanking, I shake my head no. He set me back in my place making me face the wall, he must have set some kind of timer for me, my teeth found their way against my lip biting it. I hated this, this was torture, I had nothing to do but sit down, I whined, tried to whine loudly hopping I'll be set free but nothing!

Grabbed his hips hard enough to leave prints and started pounding like I was tryna punish him through his spine. “Fuck—fuck—slow—” he sobbed, but his ass was pushing back, greedy, swallowing me to the root every time. “Slow?” I laughed, mean. “Nah. You don’t get slow.” I spanked him hard—CRACK—wet skin on wet skin. His ass rippled. Red handprint bloomed instantly. He screamed again, louder, voice cracking. “I’m sorry—I’m sorry—Daddy—please—” Another spank. Harder. “Who the fuck this hole belong to?”

he says. He pulls the covers back. He looks at me up and down. He reaches under my shirt and grabs my bare breast. He pinches my nipple hard. I do not react. He runs his hand down my body and starts removing the disgusting diaper he is forcing me to wear. He grabs me between the legs hard. He places his hand on my hip and rolls me onto my stomach. I can hear him removing his belt. Oh damn, He is going to beat me. “How many times do you think you deserve to be spanked?” he asks.

“Daddy…I want to come, but I don’t know when those words will make it out. Michael meets my words with another sweet yet stinging spank. “No, little flame. You’re not permitted to cum,” Tremors wrack through me. My mouth tumbles open, unleashing words of plea. “Please, daddy. I can’t hold it…anymore.” I squirm, bucking when he spanks me the thirtieth time. “If you come, I’ll start afresh in spanking you,” He warns, his tone grim. “Count!” “Thirty-five,” I whimper, shuddering over him. “Good girl. Keep it up, little flame, and I’ll reward you with a nice fuck.” He beats me again. “Do you know why I’m punishing you?” He asks.

“Soaked from your punishment. This pretty little pussy knows who it belongs to, even when my naughty girl forgets.” She whimpered, pushing back into his touch. “Thirty-eight… thank you, Daddy… thirty-nine… thank you, Daddy…” The final spank landed hardest of all, right across the tender undercurve. She sobbed out the count, tears finally spilling over. “Forty. Thank you, Daddy.”