Novel & Cerita Diaper Punishment Story

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.

He asked He smiled mischievously and adjusted himself carefully on the sofa. "Let me tell you a short story before I leave. There was a little boy who became a victim of circumstances. He was trampled upon by his evil step father, brutalized,made to drink from his own toilet seat. He slept countless nights on an empty stomach as his only food was pain and anguish.

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.

"Blow you noise, baby. Let's get rid of those boogies so you can take some deep breaths." I felt like a baby, unable to help myself. The worst part was I knew this was a fairly light punishment. There were canes, whips, belts, and other toys to punish me with back in Colorado. Noah had me do 10 deep breaths with him while he undressed. Once I had a few sips of water so I could take pain killers, he turned my lamp off and went over to his side of the bed. "Shhh, baby, I'm here." He said as his hands gently touched my face and hair. "It's over. You did such a good job. Daddy is very happy with his little girl. Very proud of how you took your punishment. Such a good girl."

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

I stayed quiet and waited for him to say more and even then my heart felt like it was tying itself into painful knots. “H-He-He-He said it works. He said he could c-c-cure me. Said he did it b-before. He told Mommy we would be thankful when it was o-over. He let me read the ABCs and some numbers, and every time I stuttered or had a tic, he hit my knees with a metal ruler. He did it until I bled. M-M-Mommy told him she would call the police. I cried even though Mommy asked me n-n-not to.”

Avoid coach. My black yoga pants were normally comfortable, but as I pulled them over my thighs, it felt as though I were sliding into an orange jumpsuit. Okay, so maybe Chloe was right about me being dramatic. I had told her how my dad was, but she had no clue just how grueling his punishments could be. Normally they weren't too bad, it wasn't child abuse or anything. He would have me run drills like I was on his football team, or just make me run period until I couldn't feel my legs, and then I would be free.

He had also been a deadbeat, a brute, a heartless scum and all sorts of things one could think of. While his wife had been a Jezebel's incarnate. Hell, I could still remember one occasion while I was in middle school. That day had been out results collection day and as usual, I had topped my grade. However, I had scored slightly above average in a zero unit course, and she had flung me into the bathtub and poured hot, scalding water on my legs to punish me for daring to "almost" fail the course. As if that wasn't enough, later that day when my sperm donor got back from work, he had also beaten me to the point of unconsciousness with a belt.

This made me seethe. "Little girls like you need diapers. We already went over this yesterday. Now come on and be daddy's good little girl like we know you are." "No! I said I don't need a diaper!" I tried to push his hands away and I started to kick him. "Young lady! We do not kick! Understand?" David scolded me. It startled me because I have never seen him like that. I thought he was too soft to react in this kind of way. Immediately I shrunk into my shell, my trauma catching up with me.

“Blood evidence here. Take a sample for comparison.” The officer turned to look at Mom. “Your son has an injury to the back of his head. How do you explain it?” Mom’s fingers twisted together. “The day before yesterday, he wouldn’t listen and I gave him a push. He bumped into the cabinet. He didn’t cry or say it hurt at the time. I thought he was fine.” Dad struggled against the restraints on the coffee table. “He has congenital analgesia! He can’t feel pain! Didn’t you know that?”