Novel & Cerita Diaper Punishment Stories

“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

I ran home crying uncontrollably. It was a sunny day about 4 years ago. I was twelve back then. My mother made me go through hell a certain day when she made me crawl to and fro the compound for about 3 hours. After then she made me kneel till dusk. I only had dinner that day. When the punishment was over, I could barely stand properly. My knees were weak, injured and sore. The next day, she took me to Dr. Charles for treatment. I lied to her and that was what triggered my punishment. I used the money she gave me for groceries to acquire a waist bead then told her I lost the money. Almost every girl in London had a waist bead back then and I felt left out. My mother later found out and she g

A room that only had a mattress, a blanket and a pillow along with several insects just making their way here and there unbothered by the existence of a little boy in their place. I was always told to roll up my pants to expose my legs and stand with my hands on the desk. The father was a cruel man, he’s supposed to love orphans like me but he believed in strong punishments. He believed that wiped our sins away. So, he would take a wooden scale which was about 12 inches in size and strike my calves. “It wasn’t me!” I would say the words right after I yelled out in pain. “Mmph!” I didn’t want to scream, so I would bite on my lip to shut myself down, to the point, they often bled.

“Yes, and as I started saying he was pissed when I woke him. Screaming in pain, all I could do was beg him not to hurt them, that they weren’t an ordinary rogue. He yelled at me. Told me there were no rogues on his land and he was tired of my lies. My mom tried to reason with him but he yelled at her. That since nothing else had helped me, no doctor, no councilor, no one, that it was time he did what everyone kept telling him not to do but he just knew would solve the problem. I knew what he was going to do but the pain was so bad that I simply stayed huddled against their bed, begging for him to reconsider through my sobs. My dad had never used physical punishment on me before, unlike my br

Savannah had been baking cupcakes nonstop since morning with Lizzie, filling the entire house with the warm, sweet scent of vanilla and chocolate. Miles had decided that was the perfect time to ruin his diaper in spectacular fashion. Being the helpful, goody-two-shoes uncle that I apparently was, I’d volunteered to handle bath time and a fresh diaper change. Big mistake. Changing a squirming, happy, extremely energetic baby turned out to be significantly harder than defusing a bomb. At least bombs didn’t kick their legs like they were trying to win an Olympic gold medal in freestyle. “It’s going to rip, Sav,” I grumbled, staring at the stubborn adhesive flaps on the diaper. “Look at these th

I tried to get out of his grip, but my strength was failing me. He pushed me down on my face. My daddy whipped me with his belt. I screamed as I felt the metal landed my back and butt. “If you have done well as I have commanded, I will not punish you right now.” he angrily said and he whipped me again. I writhed in pain on the bed. My dad didn’t stop whipping me until I lost consciousness and covered with my own blood. After I recount what happened to me, I looked at Sir Hart. He looked like he didn’t seem to believe what I said. Who would believe that there were such parents? Even I couldn’t believe it at first.

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 a

I can survive this, I have been here before. I peed myself because I found it hard to even stand, I lost all the confidence to even ask to be excused. They enjoyed torturing us. They would constantly tell us that we couldn't be excused for what so ever reason. I wasn't the only person who peed myself. It was some sort of entertainment for them to see a grown man or woman pee themselves because they felt helpless. At this point, I had even heard whispers of people saying... it wouldn't take a week before I had lost my baby. I had passed three weeks so far. Not much of an achievement but it made me feel better.

His arrival would serve as a hard slap in the faces of all these idiots. Seeing my silence, they assumed I was scared. Candice, ever so eager to pounce at any chance to mock, charged forward again. "Mr. Hoffman, just look at how shameless this pair of mother and daughter is. First, the brat claims you're the dad, and now the mom's putting on a mysterious act. "They have utterly rotten morals. If we don't teach them a lesson, it'll tarnish our kindergarten's reputation if words get out!" Harvey straightened his tie and assumed a cold bearing.

At my wife's birthday party, my daughter and son accidentally knocked over a bowl of soup and splashed it on their uncle. My wife grabbed his completely unharmed hand and tore into both children. But that still wasn't enough for her, so she locked the two of them inside the sauna. I called and begged her, again and again, to spare our kids. Her voice was ice cold. "Stop bothering me! This is your fault for raising them so badly! "Since they burned someone, they can sit in there and think hard about what they did!" The thermometer kept climbing. Blisters had already risen on my children's skin, and they wailed without stopping. I begged her to forgive them like a man gone mad. "They're