Diaper Punishment Story Novels & Stories

I forgot about that thing. “Speak,” he continued. "My son offended your name and as his father I will punish him." “Is this the same children story about me again? The Devil Man who owned the sweet truck?” “Yes.” “Ask your son where he heard that and file a case against whoever they are.” “Understood.” Then he turned me away. That was close. Silly boy. I almost lost my job because of him. Why were kids so interested to listen to banned stories? @Death Wish

I told him how every time someone in the group got hit I could feel their pain. After six weeks of calling me a liar he suddenly decided it was time for me to receive punishment for my failure. That first punishment he hit me fourteen times with a belt with my clothes on. After three weeks of him doing this I refused to report to him. I told my parents that he was spanking me for failing warrior training. Even they were shocked and promised to speak with him.

Was this just another trick, by telling me I was not going to get punished and then He was going to slap me with His claws out? "Baby girl, calm down," He said as reached up and grabbed both of the wrists I had tucked in my chest. "You are not going to get punished. I know that has happened to you many times before. I want you to know I am not going to punish you. You have done nothing wrong. I know you have probably been lied to before, but I assure you. I will never lie to you. I know that is hard to understand, considering what you have been through already, but I want you to know that you are not in any trouble. In fact, the ones who did what they did to you, should be punished for doing

Vivian explained and retorted. “A dog is shameless because it knows nothing about its nudity. Those street classes who walk along the road and lanes in the nude are shameless to kill the oncoming innocent young ones by abortion. Last week, an international journal and American democrat carried shocking news: one woman in her early forties gave to bed a bouncing baby boy, instead of nurturing the child she threw the child into the pit. Seeing that the child’s crying would expose her iniquity, she boiled water to a high degree centigrade and poured it into the pit, and the child died immediately. When the force authorities apprehended her and interrogated her over the cruel crime, she said tha

I wanted Daddy to abuse me and have his way with me. Daddy slapped my two small boobs a few times. This was a continuation of my whacking punishment. Daddy went to the bathroom and from the laundry supplies found two laundry clips. He clamped one on each of my nipples. I cry out in pain and exhilaration. My every nerve ending was on fire… especially my baby nipples and my crotch.

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.

“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

, looking at Terry across from her, "Mr. Davison also has this hobby, huh?" Terry laughed and began to tell her a story. "There was a boy who lost his mother at a very young age. When he went to school, others would tease him for being a motherless child. He, however, was very defiant and would fight back against those classmates who teased him. The teacher and his classmates thought he was disobedient and always causing trouble, as he would get into fights every day. Even his father thought he was disobedient. One day, he got into another fight with a classmate, and the teacher invited his father to the school, saying that if he continued like this, he would have to change schools."

She smacked my face. “Madam, what do you think you are doing?” the deputy exclaimed, startled by her sudden aggression. My mom turned to the deputy and replied, “Don’t listen to this slut! She refused to go to school and got pregnant. She had an abortion when she was barely sixteen. Not only that, she completely dropped out of school and continued fooling around with hoodlums who only do drugs and have sex…” She burst into tears, lamenting pathetically as she spoke. I stared at her, dazed. I never knew she could fabricate such a sob story from thin air. I was shocked into silence, unable to utter a word.

She said to me, I was angry and started screaming. Jace too tried to explain but our pleas fell on deaf ears. Eventually, we were led away and then punished. I was flogged at the back of my legs but not Jace. Whoever had him did not want marks on his legs. Instead, I later learnt they had flogged his butt with a sort of paddle until it was bright red. I recall the other children called him baboon's butt for some days.