Diaper Punishment Story Novels & Stories

My arm started to sting as well as my legs. Before he could hit me again my body then run all the way to him as my hands wrapped around his hard rock body. "Forgive me! Forgive me, please! Stop hurting me, Lord Damon," I cried so hard. My foot keeps stomping on the ground like a child having tantrums. Never in my life, I experienced such things as this. My parents never laid a finger or hit me with leather. I never received punishments from them.

I made my voice small and afraid as I answered, "I'm sorry, mommy." Mom stood before me with her hands on her hips, and replied "Well 'sorry' isn't going to cut it this time. I am very disappointed in you, young lady. How can you just loose your bra? This time I can't let the situation slide. You will have to be punished. Do you know what happens to bad girls who misbehave? They get a spanking." She then sat down on the bed and pointed to her lap, saying "Bend over my lap, young lady."

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

He would lean forward with tears in his eyes from how hard he laughed. Carissa couldn't understand what was so amusing. Those incidents had all ended with her being punished: scolded by Everett, grounded, forced to balance a heavy jar on her head, smacked on the palms, or made to kneel on nails. In one particularly harrowing instance, she was forced to squat in a horse stance for two hours while a candle burned beneath her. It was a common occurrence for her pants to catch fire during those punishments. She thought those humiliating stories would bore the king, given that he disliked unruly behavior. After all, when Connor had acted out in his youth, Salvador had been furious.

Louis POV. I hated the pull ups, I don't need them!! I never had an accident while I'm fully awak except for that one time and that was Laura mistake! If she didn't stand in front of the bathroom nothing would have happened and mommy wouldn't have to put me in diapers in school. She called it a pull-up but it feels like a diaper to me. When she drove me to school I walked in with a big frown on my face, some random people said my clothes look nice and I just smiled in reply.

It was good as long as the pain did not cause a lasting injury. It has been a while since Joe was spanked. The last person who spanked him was his mom. Joe remembered being only five and energetic. He found her make-up palette and sneakily used it while she was out. Needless to say, she was furious when she caught him red-handed. No, it wasn’t because she found out he was probably gay, even though that might be the turning point for his family. Joe used her makeup to create a huge mess apart from putting it on his face. It went all over her branded handbags and ruined everything beyond repair.

he revealed. “You could have bought another one !” I exclaimed. “My supplier does not …. shit. Not again,” he whined and by now everyone knew that the “Chips Racket” was next in line to be punished by Dad. “That’s not even the point,” Dy scoffed. “The thing is I was trying really hard to pull away that packet from the whelp but the other naughty one seemed to have an affinity for ma rockin’ ass and he suddenly captured my shorts from the other side with his damn pointy teeth !!” Dy complained while telling on my kids.

“It’s fear of the diaper marathon he saves for the middle of the night. This kid’s got talent. Potent, rapid-fire poop, right, little man?” “Lucian!” I brought a hand to my mouth, laughing between shock and amusement. “Don’t talk about my baby like that!” “Sorry, Lauren…” He raised his hands in surrender but kept the mocking expression. “But Uncle Lucian here doesn’t lie. The art this little guy produces is professional-level.” “Sorry, but Uncle’s got a point,” Theo chimed in between laughs, his face red from giggling so much. “One time, Noah’s diaper exploded all the way up his back. I saw it—it was a war zone.”

The Padre from Paradise had also taught “us spare the rod and spoil the child “. The men from paradise may not have practiced what they did taught and this proves me right of my ardent knowledge of using stories to mend people. The African measures of training a lad seemed to be the perfect fit to bring up my last push as he tend to succumb whenever i had forcefully used Mama Africa's palms on him. The spark of the lingering finger tips, sketching some drawings made from the wolverine's fist on the lad's skin left him burning in maternal made hell prepared to accommodate prejudice administered to anyone that had chosen to go through the naughty realm of his. Then after minutes of sobbing he

Axel arrived at her side and said, "Don't walk to the bathroom because you are in a lot of pain right now, just pee in your diaper. You are wearing one right? Your mother insisted you wear one." Sherry shook her head. "Hell no! I can't pee in the diaper!" she refused to do so. Axel sighed. "Then let me carry you to the bathroom so that you don't have to walk," he offered. "No need. I can do it without your help!" She insisted stubbornly and proceeded to make baby steps towards the bathroom. She bit her lip and cried silently because it was so damn painful. Every step she took hurt so badly.