Diaper Punishment Spanking Novels & Stories

I don't want to end up on the floor! "Calm down, baby." Noah cooed. "I see your mind running a mile a minute. I need you to get out of your head. Just feel and be present with me. Here and now. Can you at least try, baby girl?" I nodded and quickly corrected myself. That got me a playful spank on the bottom. Noah didn't use spanking as a punishment because he knows how much I enjoy it. If it's a turn on, it shouldn't be a punishment. That's teaching 101, don't give treats for bad or unwanted behavoir.

she replies with a big pout, great my one year old just learned how to talk back to me. "It's not an option, only me and your daddy can take it off. Next time I'll tell papa Madlyn, you know he'll make that pretty white bum of yours red" I threaten her, I was the most easy going between all three of us, but I wasn't against my baby being punished when needed. I had another diaper on her before I got a chair set against a corner in her room for timeout.

If I defied him, he would punish me of course, spank me and make me count while I writhed in his hold moaning from the stings of his palm against my derrière while being soothed with his gentle rubs afterward. But how would spanking go in the bathroom? Will he ask me to grab onto the cabinet and spread out my legs for him just like the first time in his office? Will he just throw me over his shoulder and do it with quick precise movements of his palm? Will he ask me to bend over the bathtub or would there be another form of punishment in store for me?

Take off your clothes for a spanking," Stanley bellowed at his 15-year old son, Bill. Bill was appalled. His dad was not only threatening to spank him in front of his 13-year old stepsister and his stepmom, but was going to make him strip first. He couldn't believe it. His dad had always spanked him, but recently the number of spankings had increased. The biggest change was in how he was spanked. In the past, Dad had simply pulled his pants down and whacked his bare bottom.

Hands slipped lower, massaging her ass cheeks, thumbs dipping between to brush her puckered hole. She moaned into the towel. "Daddy..." He spanked light, sting echoing. "Quiet, or punishment." Sophia watched, thighs squeezing. He moved to her next, same treatment—back rubbed, ass kneaded deep. Fingers teased her slit from behind, wet and ready. "If you tell anyone," he whispered hot in her ear, "Daddy will spank these pretty asses red. Understand?" She nodded frantic, pushing back into his hand. "Yes, Daddy. More, please."