Diaper Spanking Stories Novels & Stories

I was here until he decided to let me go. As his hands slapped over my oversenttized butt, I cried out, but it soudned more like a damned moan. TO my horror, I rollled my hips, trying to grind my clit against his solid trousers-covered thighs. And despite the agonizing pain, I lifted my ass higher, lifting for the blows, rubbing my clit and nipples over his thighs with reckless abandon. I was going to cum. Wetness will flood out of my hole and stain his pants all because Keagan was spanking me. As suddenly as the blows started, they stopped.

His swats were harder than Edith's and hurt a lot more making me struggle and begin to push with my feet against the floor to try and move away from my spanking. It was all Edith could do to hold me down across her lap, as she leaned on my back, while her husband spanked my sore ass. She finally told him to go get her hair brush and the lubricant, as I felt the spanking end, and I stopped my feet while Bill pulled my head up off of his lap by my hair while he stood up. The cheeks of my ass were burning as I felt Edith's hand caressing them as she told me more softly,

But I use my newly conquered wealth to buy them lunch almost every day, which they appreciate a lot. I have been on my best behavior and Antonio has only punished me once. I was angry with him because he refused me to call my parents and in return I refused to come down for dinner. He came up to my room after dinner, fury blazin in his eyes, and took me to his room for another session of spanking. This time he removed the yoga pants I wore, but left my underwear. He uses some kind of whip, a switch I think he called it, and it hurt like hell. After that I was served dinner in his office while he worked.

The next thing I knew I was lying flat, spread across his legs, my ass was being kissed by the evening wind. "What are you going to do-" A cracking sound tears through the air. He spanked me, Adrian spanked my ass and it felt so good. "Are you going to disobey me next time?" He asked, spanking me again. "No," I moaned. "No who?" He asked, his hand kissed my butt cheek again. "No daddy." I huffed out. "Good girl." He said still spanking my ass. "Adrian please," I begged. "What do you want, Princess, tell me." His hands caressing my butt cheeks.

It was strange that there was no one called Sparky among the 120 students in the list. Charlie (Jonah's dad): [My son has the same hugging bear. I thought it was a gift from the kindergarten, but my son said that it was from a child called Sparky. He said Sparky is a boy with red eyes. It doesn't sound like a lie when he can describe that boy clearly.] Ms. Channing immediately denied this. [Our kindergarten has never given any hugging bears to the children.] Sarah (Cindy's mom): [Stop giving Ms. Channing such a hard time. I've asked my daughter about it, and she said she's never met a boy called Sparky. She didn't even receive any hugging bear.]

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

" Do you want to sit on my lap?" " Yeah, but not in front of everyone." His brother chuckled and kissed his forehead I guess he got a spanking ohh so embarrassing! Don't ask me how I know their conversation, I'm good at lip-reading So they really use spanking as a way to discipline " Did Dad give you a spanking before?" I asked Marco and Malik in a low tone Grandpa heard me and laughed, " Your father was a softy." " Our father is the greatest father ever." Malik and Marco said at the same time with the same frustration

My name is Maren. I’m twenty-six. It had been a couple of weeks with no sex and work had been stressful. I could feel the tension building and it was just a matter of time before I exploded. It had only been a few months since I had admitted to myself that I wanted and needed to be spanked on occasion. It was a learning curve for my husband Dan and me, and I found that I preferred more light spanks as opposed to fewer hard ones. It was the act of the spanking, the submission, and the sting that I liked more than a lot of pain.

He started to slap my bum again, I screamed right away, my bum was still sore, even after the lotion aftercare, he didn't smack me much, I only received five in total, but they were enough for me to cry. "I don't want to do this Calesti, I don't enjoy spanking you why are you acting out?" he asks me, but I don't believe him, he had me sitting up in his lap, the last place I want to be in. "You like hitting me, and it hurt," I accuse him with more tears going down my face. "I don't, and I've only spanked you," he says. "Nu, you hit me on the bum," I say, I know that's what spanking is, but I don't like it.

SCOTT I was surprised when Dad put Mom over his lap and began spanking her. Not that she didn't deserve it. She'd cum without permission if she was serving as a slave. Then he started talking to her during the spanking and I realized she was no longer going to be a part time slave. Dad was going to enslave her permanently. Then he said she was going to serve at our poker game and I imagined Mom with Rob or Edward stretching her to capacity as they fucked her cunt and ass as Jerry filled her mouth. Mom orgasmed twice during her spanking and it was not a light one. I was hard as a post.