Diaper Spanking Novels & Stories

he says. He pulls the covers back. He looks at me up and down. He reaches under my shirt and grabs my bare breast. He pinches my nipple hard. I do not react. He runs his hand down my body and starts removing the disgusting diaper he is forcing me to wear. He grabs me between the legs hard. He places his hand on my hip and rolls me onto my stomach. I can hear him removing his belt. Oh damn, He is going to beat me. “How many times do you think you deserve to be spanked?” he asks.

"I can't what? Speak up, sweetie. Are you here for my approval, or do you want another F?" "No!" she shook her head fervently. "No, you can... you can spank me. That's fine. So I, um... what do I do?" I ventured a thin smile. "Assume the position." "Yeah, but... what position? If you want me on your lap you'll have to sit down. Or do I just grab my ankles, or...? You have to throw me a bone, here, Mr. Canon." I let my displeasure show, and the effect was visibly chastening. "First things first, spanking is about punishment, and contrition. If I wanted sass, I'd have brought Taylor over. You have to want my approval more than her, don't you?"

If I defied him, he would punish me of course, spank me and make me count while I writhed in his hold moaning from the stings of his palm against my derrière while being soothed with his gentle rubs afterward. But how would spanking go in the bathroom? Will he ask me to grab onto the cabinet and spread out my legs for him just like the first time in his office? Will he just throw me over his shoulder and do it with quick precise movements of his palm? Will he ask me to bend over the bathtub or would there be another form of punishment in store for me?

he answers me, that's too long more left, I'm bored, I groaned and laid back down in my crib. "Would you like to talk until your time is over Violet?" Hayden asks me, I don't see why not. "Would Evander ever...you know....uhhh...hit me?" the last word was said as a whisper, but he still heard me. "The only physical punishment your daddy would ever apply would be a spanking to your bum area, he'd never leave a mark on you, or go too hard either, they are meant as a last option discipline," Hayden says. "Would he...would he do it now?" I ask worried, I didn't want to get a spanking.

As he speaks, he rubs his hand over the fatty lower part of her big soft fair butt, bends his other hand into a curve, and spanks her so hard SPANK!! The sound reverberates throughout the room. "That sounds so good," he laughs, and spanks her yet again on the other side of her butt, eliciting sobs after sobs from her. Her butt turns bright red, the imprint of his hand clearly visible. "That's more like it!" He screams like a maniac and starts spanking her over and over again. SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!! Ariella is shaking and her ass is shining like fresh red tomatoes by the time he's finished.

"Abi, you mean more to me than anything. I won't let anyone do anything to you you don't ask for." Abi climbed on the bench and Cherry showed them both how it was, a kneeling bench instead of a standing bench. It had adjustable pads for forearms and lower legs to rest on and be restrained by Velcro, while the leather buckles restrained the upper arms and legs. She showed them how it put the person on it at the right height for both paddle spanking, belt or crop, and a flogger. But how it also left the pussy and ass uncovered so that the person being spanked or whipped could also be taken and fucked in all three holes by the Dom.

I replied, brushing my hand over his crotch. "Well, I'll need to punish you...." Darian said, slapping my ass hard. "I might need another example." I said, walking to his desk and bending forward. My ass sticking up in the air. "Are you ready, my Beta?" Darian asked, walking towards me and pushing my skirt up and pulling my underwear down before spanking me again. "Yes, Darian."

I say with a big pout that says I am, but I'm still fighting him over it. "Would you prefer a spanking Roman? Cause acting up and throwing tantrums would never go unpunished" he says, my pout was even bigger now, I felt my eyes tear up, I didn't want to have a spanking, I shake my head no. He set me back in my place making me face the wall, he must have set some kind of timer for me, my teeth found their way against my lip biting it. I hated this, this was torture, I had nothing to do but sit down, I whined, tried to whine loudly hopping I'll be set free but nothing!

He brought his hand down on my ass, hard, very hard, and I gasped sharply while struggling harder to break free. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” I continued pleading hysterically as he brought his hand down on the exact same spot, alternating between my two ass cheeks, hitting me over and over again, hitting me so hard that my ass went numb. I’m sure even his palm would be hurting. Before he was done, I was a crying, quivering mess. My voice quavered as continued to cry and beg him to stop, promising never to disobey his orders ever again. I’m pretty sure that my butt was sore, it was red and swollen and even when he stopped spanking, I still couldn’t stop crying.

The next couple of spanks alternate between my left and right asscheek and I make sure to count out loud to ten. "The next ten will be done with the paddle, since regular spanking never gets my point across," he says and I hear him pick the paddle off the bed. How didn't I see that before! I hate the paddle so much, it stings and leaves a blunt pain that I can't stand. My thighs tense up as I wait for the wooden instrument to hit my skin. "Do you need to safeword out?" Damian asks quietly. I realise my body is shaking and my breathing is much quicker than it was before.