Diaper Punishment Spanking Novels & Stories

"I know, guess I want Daddy to punish me a little. I need to learn my lessons, Daddy." "Fuck little doll, you are going to drive me insane!!" A double spank hit both of my ass cheeks. "Oh no, yes!! Fuck!!!" I moaned loudly, tears streaming down my cheeks. "You fucking love it when Daddy punishes you, don't you?" He spanked me again, this time harder than the previous ones. My legs were turning jelly, and I could feel my knees giving out. "I think I love it, Daddy, please punish me," I was already sobbing, my pussy dripping and aching to be touched, fuck!!! How the fuck do I want to cum from being spanked.

I beg with her, I was punished before with my old cg, but this is the first time mommy would do it. The first slap fell on my covered bum, I screeched in pain, it didn't really hurt but I don't like being punished, no one does. Mommy kept smacking my poor bum for few minutes before she moved to Ella, she didn't have the same treatment as me, Ella's clothes were pulled down, well she does have a diaper on, I'd say that's big protection.

he answers me, that's too long more left, I'm bored, I groaned and laid back down in my crib. "Would you like to talk until your time is over Violet?" Hayden asks me, I don't see why not. "Would Evander ever...you know....uhhh...hit me?" the last word was said as a whisper, but he still heard me. "The only physical punishment your daddy would ever apply would be a spanking to your bum area, he'd never leave a mark on you, or go too hard either, they are meant as a last option discipline," Hayden says. "Would he...would he do it now?" I ask worried, I didn't want to get a spanking.

It had started slowly, but the continuous spanking and the intermingled hard slaps had her cheeks almost cherry red. "Daddy," she gasped, "you might have to stop." "Do you think you're punished enough?" He asked his baby girl, his hand squeezing her butt cheek, his fingers caressing her exposed labia. "I feel funny," she gasped, "just a few more." He was using two hands now, squeezing and caressing one cheek, while he patted the other one. "Just a few more," he agreed. Switching sides, he smacked her firmly right between her legs, spanking her right on her pussy.

"Well then why don't you lie over my lap and lift up your skirt." I rolled over his knees and looked over at the guys as I pulled the skirt up over my firm round ass. "OK, I am going to spank you now, but I need your help. Daddy sometimes has trouble remembering how many times he has paddled you, so I want you to count out each one up to five." "Yes, daddy." He raised up his right hand and swung it down over my exposed flesh. I yelped "One." Again he swung down, this time on my left cheek. "Two."

"You're never going to be anything but disobedient. You will always need stern punishment and hard fucking." The vision of her draped over my lap, her reddened bottom on display for all the world to see as I spanked her, discipling the disobedient woman was almost too much. My balls swelled, screaming for relief. I could almost feel the sting in my hand from the intensity of her spanking, one hard smack coming after the other in rapid succession. I could see the way her face twisted in a combination of pleasure and pain as he body wiggled, trying desperately to keep her position.

I'm still lying on my front. Monster! "My knees are hurting, spank me like this." I irked him. "Move your butts up right now, Butterfly." He growled, spanking my butt hard with the ruler. I felt a stinging pain there and instantly complied by coming on my fours. Fuck! It hurts. He gave four more spanks on my butts with the ruler before dropping it down on the floor. Butts spanking is really a punishment for me because I don't like it that much.

“I’ll give them a spanking. That’ll fix it.” “Hey! Kendrick!” He cleared his throat. “If it’s a boy, he gets a spanking. If it’s a girl, I’ll reason with her.” “This isn’t about boys or girls!” She stared at him, exasperated. “How do you reason with a three-month-old baby? And spanking is absolutely out of the question.” Even a two- or three-year-old wouldn’t necessarily respond to reason. And his “boy gets hit, girl gets reasoned with” approach? Way too reckless.

He kept asking and I stayed quiet, until he took things into his hands and began to spank me, I screamed and yelled he didn't have the right to punish me for not answering, no fair. It's when I called him Marco, that was the final nail into my own coffin, I'm supposed to call him daddy. He decided to spank me bare, until I told him why I don't have a jacket on but I knew this wouldn't stop here. After he pulled me up until I calmed down, he stuck the stupid pacifier into my mouth, trying to shake my head no, to turn around to say no didn't help, he still made me take it, I took my anger off on it.

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?”