Diaper Spanking Novels & Stories

My cock stirred in my robes at the sight of her young, untouched form, full breasts, narrow waist, and the soft mound between her legs that I had claimed as mine alone. I sat on the edge of the altar and drew her across my lap, her bare bottom presented perfectly. The first spanking was always ritualistic, a purification. “Recite with me,” I commanded, my palm hovering. “ ‘Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right.’” The slap landed firmly on her right cheek, the sound sharp and echoing. Sophia yelped, jerking in my lap. “Say it,” I urged, rubbing the spot tenderly.

Without giving it a thought, I proceeded to smack her big, fat ass cheeks, eliciting a moan from her. “Please s-spank me harder, daddy,” She cried, spurring me on to smack her again. This time, with more fervour. “You like that?” I asked, spanking her ass cheeks like a set of drums, “You like the way I smack that slutty fat ass of yours?” “Y-Yes, daddy. I do,” She croaked out, her hands splayed on the glass. Mentally, I applauded myself for purchasing the property that night because if I hadn't, I would probably never have the chance of fucking Diana against a window.

As I lay across Daddy's lap, he unleashed another spank. More intense than the last, zeroing in on the same spot, aiming to make me feel sore from everything that was happening. Another lash, another shot of pain through me. I was panting, and whimpering, but he wasn't done yet. Far from it. He pulled my panties down my legs, tossing them away. I wasn't even going to have their flimsy protection anymore. Through the corner of my eye, I watched him reel back his hand again, and let it rush down and sting across my now naked ass.

“Dripping for Daddy before I’ve even touched you properly. Such a naughty little girl.” He brought his hand down hard — a sharp, stinging spank that made her gasp. “Count them, baby. And tell Daddy why you’re being punished.” Smack. “One… Because I didn’t answer your calls, Daddy.” Smack. Smack. “Two… Three… Because I wore this dress without panties to tease you.” He spanked her thoroughly, each firm slap turning her soft skin a bright, glowing red. Mary was moaning by the tenth spank, pushing her ass back for more even as tears pricked her eyes. The pain blended perfectly with the aching need between her legs.

He reaches down and with nimble fingers unclasps the bottom of my corset. I'm broken out of my trance immediately. I squirm and twist on his lap, but his other arm pins me down to where I can't get up against his might. If he does that, then... The clasp finally undone, daddy turns the flap up, completely exposing my pussy and ass to the crowd. “No! Stop!” I cry out. The crowd murmurs, and daddy shouts, “Not another word!” He lays into me, no more spanking me against soft cloth and flesh. This time it's all flesh, his hand making whole contact with my ass. The sound is explosive, the slapping of flesh echoing throughout the large house.

Hands slipped lower, massaging her ass cheeks, thumbs dipping between to brush her puckered hole. She moaned into the towel. "Daddy..." He spanked light, sting echoing. "Quiet, or punishment." Sophia watched, thighs squeezing. He moved to her next, same treatment—back rubbed, ass kneaded deep. Fingers teased her slit from behind, wet and ready. "If you tell anyone," he whispered hot in her ear, "Daddy will spank these pretty asses red. Understand?" She nodded frantic, pushing back into his hand. "Yes, Daddy. More, please."

he said warmly, “but good girls still need discipline.” He began spanking me, landing swats across my breasts, inner thighs, and my swollen pussy. Each slap made me jerk and moan loudly. The pain bloomed into heat that went straight to my clit. Ms. Voss turned on a powerful wand vibrator and pressed it firmly against my clit while he continued spanking. The combination made me groan and writhe against the ropes while they edged me like there was no tomorrow. Every time I got close, they pulled the vibrator away and stopped spanking, leaving me trembling and pleading with random nosies.

I say to him. He smacks me again. This spanking excites me so much I moan loudly. “Yes, daddy again,” I say. He smacks me again and again as I moan loudly for him. “Oh Kendra, you need to learn to behave; what can daddy do to make you behave?” he asks. “Fuck me, daddy,” I say.

It was as if he were using his entire strength to hit me. “Stay still.” He said as he spanked me once more. Three in a row without giving me injecting space. I was exhaling heavily as I struggled to make him stop. Yet, he didn't stop. He kept on spanking my bottom until it felt as if my bottom was about to break. “No, please stop. It's excruciating! Quit striking me! My derriere can't take it anymore.” I cried out in pain as the spanking became more arduous.

"You're never going to be anything but disobedient. You will always need stern punishment and hard fucking." The vision of her draped over my lap, her reddened bottom on display for all the world to see as I spanked her, discipling the disobedient woman was almost too much. My balls swelled, screaming for relief. I could almost feel the sting in my hand from the intensity of her spanking, one hard smack coming after the other in rapid succession. I could see the way her face twisted in a combination of pleasure and pain as he body wiggled, trying desperately to keep her position.