Diaper Punishment Stories Novels & Stories

Is that why she is being punished because she is dressed indecently? “Oh my God. You should see how stupid you look” Hank cackled joyfully. He bent over with his hand on his hip, like he was trying to catch his breath. He hadn’t even stopped laughing when he began the next shock. Zee writhed in pain, and her father laughed uncontrollably. I wondered as to the purpose of this lesson. If the big dumb idiot would stop laughing for just a moment, and try to explain what she has done wrong, then she could learn from it. As the electricity stopped, Hank crouched down and laughed through some deep breaths. This is where he is going to explain the lesson. Zee slowly lifted a hand and tried to pry at

"What? Marco, you told him that, so why hide our childhood as well?" Sighing I don't respond, our father was heartless, but he loved us. This will hurt. "What do I not know, boys?" He sits forward. "You don't know that she would beat us." Lorenzo spits out. "More likely punishing you, son." Dario rises. "Punishing? Locking us in a cupboard for the weekend with no food is a punishment, yes? Drugging me when I was a baby so I would sleep and not disrupt her beauty sleep is a punishment as well, Dad? How about fucking holding our heads underwater, screaming we were the devil's child, and she wished she had cut us out of her?"

From the couch Tobias started laughing so hard he fell off. Marcus pulled out his phone. “Documenting history.” I changed my first diaper. I had prepared for this. I had watched videos. I was ready or so I thought. Theodore was not impressed by any of that. The second I laid him down, he started kicking. I struggled to get the old diaper off and reached for the new one. He peed, straight at me. "Theodore!" I yanked my hand back. Tobias fell off the couch. "The tiny man," he wheezed from the floor, "has defeated the almighty Kane Sterling."

"So, mom. You and your siblings?" Mom told her tale as we walked. "Yeah, guess I should tell you. As you know, the three of us visited grandpa's farm all the time. We'd spend all day all over the place. Well, it started when Paul caught me peeing. I saw him standing there, but I couldn't stop. I yanked up my panties and shorts and chased him until we found Polly. I was mad, and Polly sided with me. Polly and I decided that a fitting punishment would be for him to piss for us. We were young and thought it was funny. Paul did, and that changed things. The next time Polly had to pee, she just looked around, yanked her shorts and briefs down, squatted, and peed. Paul and I were stunned and just

He repeated the same to him as he had to the other boys' parents. "May God help you, and if it's His will, so be it," the man said, refusing to punish his son. Túlio made them all stay there, not allowing the couple to leave, and they had to watch Divino's punishment until the end. The mother of Dida and Marcinho fainted when Divino wet himself. Sopapo, Cannibal, and Marco took their time taking turns with the punishment, and the pastor vomited in the end.

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.

Man hurt them. ‘No. The alpha hurt them.’ I sigh, swallowing hard as I struggle to place the clean diaper on Amber. She whimpers without crying and I’m grateful for Parker’s help as I don’t think I could have gotten her into the coat without hurting her. “Do any of you remember receiving a very painful shot?” I ask the mother and kids. Helen shakes her head but the boys are both nodding. “It hurts to walk.” Waylen breaks down into tears. “It looks like everyone has changed and it sounds like the other mule is back.”

Even if we did stay and I let her make up some fake embarrassing stories, I don't want her 60 year old mind to go overboard and make me really embarrassed. If she's going to say an embarrassing story, I'll deal with the 'Peed in the bed' story, or a 'Calling my teacher Mama' story. One of my real embarrassing stories would be when my real grandma Dila Day, caught me masturbating in my room when I was sixteen and let me tell you, dinner that night was really awkward. We had to hold hands to pray for our food and guess who's hand I was holding?...Grandma Dila. Ever since that day, grandma Dila made sure to never sit by me at the dinner table ever again.

If I did, he would make me withhold my pee for two days, while drinking water like a fish. Now sprawled on the floor with my legs crisscrossed, and my thighs locked together, I cried out in pain. “Daddy, please. I wanna pee.” I started begging as frustration set in. “Daddy will let you pee if you make Daddy cum hard.” Huracio's diabolically husky voice floated into my head. “Yes, yes, Daddy. I will make Daddy cum. I am willing to make Daddy cum.” I started crying. It was just too painful.

“I don’t remember anything of being a baby or toddler. I think my earliest memory that is truly mine and has not been shown to me by my sister is the people I thought were my parents not letting me eat because I broke a glass when I was washing dishes. I got to eat scraps mostly when they deemed, I had not been to much trouble. I did have my own room with a bed and a thin blanket, some clothes that were given to me from some of the others in the pack. I did not grow much so I did not need many clothes. I typically try to keep them mended so they will last longer. My parents allowed me to bath twice a week with cold water, so I took very fast showers. Their favorite sport was making up things