Diaper Punishment Spanking Novels & Stories

“You sent those pictures to break me. To make me snap.” I grinned through the tears, defiant even as I clenched around his fingers. “Did it work?” His growl was my only answer. He spun me, slamming my chest to the door, dress hiked to my waist. Cool air hit my ass—then his palm cracked down, spanking me raw. Once. Twice. Five times until I was sobbing, ass glowing red, pussy gushing down my thighs. “Count them, little slut,” he snarled, claws digging into my hips. “Count how many times Daddy has to punish you before you learn.”

He laid out the toys on the bed: a thick vibrating plug, a powerful wand vibrator, nipple clamps with a chain, wrist cuffs, and a larger ridged dildo. “On all fours,” Victor ordered. Sophia obeyed, ass up, face pressed to the sheets. The first sharp crack of Victor’s palm across her ass made her yelp. He spanked her methodically — ten hard strikes on each cheek until her pale skin glowed bright red and tears pricked her eyes. Every smack sent fresh slick dripping down her thighs. Damien watched with dark delight, palming the bulge in his pants. “She’s creaming from a spanking, Dad. What a perfect little pain slut.”

My thighs are aching from being restrained for the last thirty minutes or so, but still I manage to raise my bottom up a little more. "Please spank me, Sir. I need to learn how to behave." Despite my enthusiasm for a decent spanking I still wince when the flat of a paddle caresses my right buttock. Whichever Dom is wielding it strokes the implement back and forth across my waiting cheek before lifting it and bringing it down hard. It catches me full across the widest part and hurts like fuck.

"Do you think I wouldn't dare?" "I never once thought you wouldn't dare. I'm just suggesting what to do when the baby cries non-stop. Sometimes a spanking works wonders." Paige glared at Chris again, wondering if she could really bring herself to do it to such a small child. Chris watched Paige as she struggled with the idea of spanking and shook his head. "Indulgent mothers often spoil their children." "How am I indulgent?!" Paige exclaimed. "It’s just that he’s still so young.”

*Spanking. "Is there anything you don't agree to?" He asks, I didn't like the spanking one, dad spanked me growing up, he did until two months before I came to school. He called me a big baby after throwing a tantrum over going out, I wasn't allowed to do much, since my dragon was showing through my eyes. I just shake my head no, I knew there was no getting out of this, it's the only common punishment between submissives, everyone gets spanked, even dad now that I think about it, Karma.

He pressed one hand firmly against my back, pushing me down, and with the other, he held me still. “No, you’re not going anywhere until I have your butt all red. You’ve been a naughty girl, and now Daddy’s going to punish you,” he said, and then spanked me again, less hard this time, but still enough to sting. He spanked me over and over, alternating between my cheeks.

I brought my hand down on her ass, hard, very hard, and she gasped sharply while struggling harder to break free. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” she let pleading hysterically as I brought my hand down on the exact same spot, alternating between her two ass cheeks, hitting her over and over again, hitting her so hard that even my palms hurt me. Before I was done, she was a crying, quivering mess and she was begging me to stop, promising never to disobey my orders ever again. Her butt was sore, it was red and swollen and she continued sobbing loudly, even when I stopped spanking her.

He spanked me again, but this time hitting the tender flesh that met the tops of my thighs. “Please!” I begged. “It hurts!” My plea was rewarded with a volley of spanks that were far worse than the ones he had been giving me. He continued on with a ferocious spanking as I kicked, wiggled, clung to his calf and cried out in pain. The sound of his palm connecting with my punished flesh echoed off the walls of the tiled room, the only sound louder was my cries for mercy. Over and over, Knox held my helpless body to his lap and spanked my butt, even taking some time to once again spank my upper thighs and the area where my bottom met my legs. It was excruciating, and the fact that he could do al

“I’m sorry I did that, Daddy. I’m sorry I didn’t live up to my promise.” “You don’t have to be sorry anymore. The spanking took care of all the punishment you need so don’t punish yourself. Just remember there are consequences to your behavior. The spanking happens immediately but it’s not just to cause you pain. It’s to help you remember there are consequences even though most consequences in life don’t happen immediately.” “Okay, Daddy,” I say. “And are you sure you want to keep up our arrangement? If you neglect your schoolwork again, there will be more spankings.”

“Your punishment for failure will usually be a spanking, Mia. Sometimes, I may choose a different punishment, but normally, when you do not complete your tasks correctly or on time, that is what you can expect. For every minute you are late, you will receive one strike, and for every time you are late, I will multiply the minutes by two. Today, that’s just one strike, but those can add up in the future if you’re not more careful.” “Yes, sir.” So, her punishment was to be a spanking? One strike across her rear-end? With his hand, she assumed? That didn’t sound too horrible, but then, it also didn’t sound sexual. Why had she needed to take her shirt off for that? Or was this just how Sam got h