Diaper Punishment Spanking Mga Nobela at Kwento

I moved to Amber's practice gym to find the little one on the floor crying, she wasn't crying as she usually does, not the quiet tears or pain-filled sobs, instead, she was on the ground throwing a full-on tantrum. I picked her up from the floor, threw her over my shoulder, and walked out of the gym when she kept on screaming I slapped her bum, Amber and I have talked this through, we agreed on spanking her when needed, we're not going to have a brat for a little, we will discipline her, that includes timeout, lines when she's big enough to write them, privileges taken away, and that also includes spanking when needed, it's the worse punishment she'll ever get and I'll never be too hard on h

Of course, the punishment was still ongoing, and every time I spanked him, he would let out a pleasant moan. I found a position that made it easy to spank his butt, where he was kneeling on the bed with his upper body leaning down, forming a wolf-like pose. I stood behind him and began my movement. I told him that since this was a punishment, it wouldn't be gentle, and that he should mentally prepare himself. He obediently found a pillow to cushion his fall and assumed the position I had instructed, cooperating with my movements.

KATALINA I went through the most excruciating pain of my life. When Huracio was spanking me, I thought I was going to die. The spanking started as almost harmless, and I thought he was being ridiculous. How could that be a punishment? He was just a creep, using me to have fun. I was embittered more than before. A few spanks later, I knew I was wrong. He wasn't being ridiculous, he was being diabolical.

I asked, slapping her ass even harder than before so she knew how serious I was. “Ow. Yes, daddy.” she said, whimpering as her buttocks started turning raw. “Ow!” “Seven. You will only wear approved clothing that I purchase and lay out for you.” I said, pulling her cheeks apart and ogling her sex, knowing that whenever I decided to take it, her virginity would be mine. “Yes, daddy.” “You will only be rewarded for making me happy, and you’ll be punished whenever you are disobedient, or do something I don’t approve of.” I said, making her suffer by holding my hand above her ass without giving her a warning about when the next spanking would come.

I ordered, spanking her cheeks hard—left, right, alternating until they glowed crimson, the handprints blooming like brands. She complied with a whimper, pushing her ass higher, her face buried in the couch cushions. "Spank me more, Alexander—punish me for being late today, for making you wait!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. I smirked, the memory of her tardiness fueling my strikes. Each slap echoed like a gunshot, her skin jiggling, her cries growing louder. "Yes! Harder—make it sting! I'm sorry, sir—I'll never be late again!"

Dad’s gaze shifted and he spotted Bella’s report card on the coffee table next to him. “Did you hit Ray again?” Mom poked her head out of the kitchen bearing a mocking expression. “Do you think you have a right to ask me that?” Dad’s voice was low, laced with anger as he repeated, “I’m asking if you hit him again.” “So what if I did? I’m disciplining my own child. What does that have to do with you?” Mom wasn’t about to back down either. Dad slammed the cake box onto the coffee table. “Bella’s the one who made a mistake, so why is it always Ray who gets the beating?”

Then he comes over me from behind and raises my butt in the air by grasping my waist. “Daisy, you know what your mistake was?” He inquires, and I feel his hardness rubbing between my buttocks. I stay silent because I’m not allowed to speak. “That you said ‘yes’ to marry me.” He spanks my buttocks, grinding his shaft against my wetness. “Therefore, I make sure to punish you and make you regret your decision every day.” He finishes his sentence, landing a hard spank on my crotch, causing me to fall straight onto the sofa.

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 sits down on the overstuffed brown suede sectional and pats his lap. "Lose the towel, kitten." My pussy clenches. I'm not sure whether I'm more excited or nervous, but either way, I'm going forward. I drop the towel to the floor and climb over his lap, offering my ass up for his punishment. I pray a wooden spoon isn't the worst implement of torture in the world. It probably isn't, since it was used regularly on children's butts in the days when spanking was considered a useful and acceptable form of punishment.

I cry out. He doesn’t remove me from his lap, but the spanking stops. Instead he gently caresses my abused buttcheeks. “If you misbehave you will be punished. I prefer to not deal out the punishment when angry but your behavior needed correction. Usually the punishment will be distributed at a later time when I have calmed down. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir.” He hoists me up from my position and seats me close to him on the seat. He reaches over and buckles me up.