Novel & Cerita Diaper Punishment Spanking

"You're going to be punished. And you're going to take it. Understand?" "Yes, Daddy." He sat down and pulled me over his lap in one smooth motion. Before I could process what was happening, his hand came down hard on my ass. I yelped. "Count them," he ordered. "And thank me for each one." Another strike, harder than the first. "One. Thank you, Daddy." Again. The sharp crack of his palm against my ass echoed through the room. "Two. Thank you, Daddy." He spanked me twenty times. By the tenth strike I was crying. By the fifteenth I was begging. By the twentieth I was a sobbing mess draped over his lap, my ass burning, my pussy dripping onto his jeans.

I felt my body battling with itself, as my pussy and clit were being thoroughly stimulated while my ass was continuously being spanked over and over. I felt my ass heat up and knew that I probably had red hand prints where my mother had spanked me. I cried out "five" as she connected again. I had to tell myself that it was almost over and that I could take another five slaps to my ass. But my mind again went back to the pleasure being forced upon my pussy and clit. Mom was now really thrusting her fingers deep into my pussy as her thumb furiously worked my clit. I cried out "Six" as I felt another spank hit my poor ass. I began to doubt that the punishment really fit my mistake, as another q

“But… what about punishments? You said that earlier. You punish people?” He nods without hesitation. “If they agree to rules and choose to break them, yeah. Punishments happen. That can be part of a dynamic. Maybe it’s a spanking. Maybe it’s being denied something they want. Could be something simple like kneeling until I say otherwise. It depends on the person.” “But… you’d hurt them. When you’re angry.” His expression changes. Not harsh, but serious. And it makes something inside me still.

Robert inserted two fingers into her pussy, feeling the palpitations of her climax. "She's going to be punished for cumming without permission twice. Thirty swats for each occurrence. I'm going to give her the first thirty with the paddle she's holding. If she doesn't cum from her spanking, she'll need to cum to make her feel better. You will fuck her to ease her pain, then you will give her the remaining thirty with your hand as you will be unused to using a paddle so should feel how hard you're striking her. When her punishment is complete, she's going to mount my cock and I want you to fuck her ass so you can feel the heat rising off it from her spanking. Does this sound acceptable to you

Trembling, I lie down across his lap, my ass curving into the air. In a sudden, breathtaking motion, my panties are pulled down to my knees. Slap! Slap! He spanks one round cheek, then the other. Over and over. Faster and faster. Not hard, but enough to sting. "This is what Daddy does when you've been a bad girl," he says, in that low, menacing voice. More spanks. As I wriggle, he drops a firm arm across my waist to keep me in place. "This is what you need. Have you ever gotten the discipline you deserve, Kori?"

I moaned, my eyes locked on our reflection. I felt his heavy, bare hand come down hard against my bare ass cheek. "Ah!" I moaned out loud, the heat spreading across my skin. "You're going to be punished, Kitty-cat," he growled. "Yes, Daddy... please punish me," I begged. He spanked me again. "Yes, Daddy! Fuck" He spanked me over and over again. It was hard, stinging and hurting badly, but the pain only made my pussy lips rub against each other. I was getting so incredibly wet and even dripping onto the sheets.

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?”

But Dad remained impassive as he looked at me and said, "According to the rules, when Tommy does something wrong, you get double the punishment!" A thick cane whistled through the air and lashed viciously across my back. "Ah!" I screamed, my thin shirt offering no protection against the brutal force. A searing pain shot across my back instantly, as if my skin had been split open. The lashes rained down mercilessly on me. From my arms and my back down to my thighs, no part of me was spared. I writhed on the floor in agony, instinctively covering my head with both hands. Cold sweat poured down my face as my vision blurred.

“Dad! Stop! This is crazy!” “Call me Daddy when I’m disciplining you, little girl.” His palm cracked down hard on my right ass cheek. The sound was sharp, the sting immediate. I yelped. He didn’t stop. He spanked me again and again, alternating cheeks, building a brutal rhythm that had me kicking and gasping.

“I failed to call you sir twice after you told me to do it from now on.” Seconds later another smack landed on her ass and then again on her other cheek. Five more landed in various spots in quick succession, causing her to squirm and hop all over his lap as she cried out, begging him to stop, promising him anything he wanted if he would stop spanking her. Her pleas fell on deaf ears as he continued to punish her, and she thought her ass would explode in flames it burned so much from his hand. All he did was tighten his grip around her back, keeping her from sliding off his lap.