Diaper Punishment Stories Novels & Stories

The housekeeper happened to be off that day, so he went hungry the entire day and could only drink water to fill his stomach. Next, she picked up a medical report. "This was when Calvin was eight. Tyler tried to steal his toy. When he refused to hand it over, Tyler pushed him down the stairs. Calvin broke his arm, but all of you claimed he fell on his own and even punished him by making him kneel in the rain all night." She brought out more and more things. "When Calvin was ten… When Calvin was fifteen…" One by one, she read out every medical report. She played every video and recording. Each one was like a blade stabbing viciously into their hearts.

" I said as i broke down again. I heard Aiden and Thaddeus both crying as Aiden threw himself at at Thaddeus. They just heard that their baby boy was raped and beaten. My mother stayed with me and she tried to get me to go back to sleep. It seemed like I had just fallen asleep when I woke up screaming again. I felt like my skin was being ripped off, they were torturing him. I think they are doing to him what I heard they did to Julian. I think they're using a whip on him that has the metal spurs in it. When they whip you and pull back it tears your skin off. I screamed and cried the entire time, it felt like it went on for hours. I finally fell asleep after Thaddeus came in with a needle and

A whisper escapes my lips, low and trembling, almost a prayer, almost a plea, a muttering I can barely recognize as my own: “No… no, no, no…” The baby in my arms coos happily, entirely oblivious to the destruction he has wrought. I lower my head slowly, squinting, bracing for the undeniable, the impossible, the grotesque spectacle that awaits me. The diaper has failed. Completely. And it has failed spectacularly. The first blow hits me not with the shock of surprise, I've survived worse in my life, but with the absurdity of it all, the stark, almost comic horror of a father who has underestimated the destructive power of his own children.

I tried not to whimper. The thing pressing into my tummy was getting so much harder. I didn’t know why but I lifted my gown up exposing my bare ass. Daddy’s punishment was painful but it made my bottom leak more pee. When daddy spanked me again, it was my bare ass this time around. “Six, Daddy,” and by then there were tears in my eyes. “Seven, eight, Daddy.” My fingers were gripping his pants fabric tightly. “Emily, you are wearing nothing. You even lifted your gown up.”

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.

Emily was in class, everything was normal until she felt the urge to pee, she didn't want to go, she isn't allowed to use the bathroom anymore, she has to use her diaper or call for her mama. She didn't want to feel little in that particular moment, she decided to hold it in, but holding it in turned out to be really hard, her stomach started to hurt, she ignored the pain, but the pain only got worse.

’ ‘He told him a big story he would never forget in his life. ‘And what was the story mum?’ she asked in enthusiasm. ‘You sure you want to hear it?’ She asked. ‘Why not mum?’ ‘You grandfather told him this story…. There was a boy who lived with his grandfather in a country side. He was sent to stay with his grandfather by his parents as he was a very mischievous boy. The punishment never had any impact on him because he still went on living his rough life. This boy would always play with crackers and he was always warned by his granny many times to stop that but he wouldn’t relent. He would always say ‘I’m sorry’ to his granny. One day, his granny went out for a walk and the boy was left alo

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.

I supposed that was what happened when they shared a mind since Dante was thirteen years old. There were twenty-six babes. Some had minor health problems that I healed for them. They had obviously not been given adequate nutrition. They were also in soiled diapers. My mates came back over after they took care of those fuckheads. My incredible boys asked me what they could do to help, so I mentioned that we needed to get them changed. I reached out to some of my family so that they could also help us. Otherwise, twenty-six diaper changes would take a little while. It broke my heart that women were not only being raped with the intention of impregnating them. Then they had to carry them to ter

With bruised knees, aching joints, stiff legs, and a curved back. I've never been so uncomfortable in my life. But who is comfortable when they're being tortured? A cool draft forces me to shiver and the whipped raw shredded skin on my back seers causing my very vision to spot with color. But this draft is nothing compared to the scalding hot water Julian threw onto the open wounds before he left. This draft is nothing compared to the humiliation of pissing my pants because my bladder couldn't hold my piss any longer. This draft is nothing compared to the tears that broke through my eyes when the whip cracked onto my back for the twenty-third time and there was nothing I could do to stop the