Novel & Cerita Diaper Spanking Stories

I looked at Dad's face, the one I knew so well yet barely recognized anymore, and screamed in despair, "Dad! Why won't you listen to reason? Thomas broke it deliberately! He's the naughty one! He just wanted to see me get punished!" "Shut up!" Dad whipped around, his eyes cold and filled with disgust once more. "Tommy is only three! What does he know about doing things deliberately? Can he even tell right from wrong? You're the mean one! "You won't teach your brother properly, you won't take responsibility for it, and now you dare to pin the blame on Tommy, who's only three years old? How did I end up with a piece of garbage like you?" With that, Dad raised his foot and drove his hard-soled

She reached out her hand several times, but each time she pulled it back. “Just open the door. If the little girl dirtied her clothes with poop and pee, that’s not hygienic at all,” Dad said from the side, seizing the chance to persuade her. After hearing that, Mom’s hesitant look suddenly turned firm. “A child needs to be disciplined from a young age. She’s getting more and more outrageous! “She actually relieved herself in the room and still refuses to come out. Isn’t that just deliberately going against us?” At that moment, the sound of rats came again from inside.

Excitement rippled through me, my nipples, now rock hard, ached even more, and my thighs clenched. “Please… daddy.” His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Don't..” he hissed. “Don't fucking do that.” I smiled. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” “If you call me that one more time, Lora.” He paused, his breathing heavy, every breath filled with failing reatraint and desire that had been locked away for a very long time. “Then I might not be able to control what happens next.” “Please, daddy.. fuck me.”

“Daddy, we don't—“ He pins my upper back across his legs. My pitch elevates as I see his hand lift up. “—have time for this!” My toes curl as his big hand lands across my tiny rump. Oh my god! He just spanked me! I'm a grown woman, and I've never been spanked in my life. “No, daddy, stop! This isn't fair!” Not only does daddy ignore me, but his hand slips under my waist band and pulls my shorts down, exposing my bare ass.

Emily did her homework with the help of Callina, she was mad at Matheo for giving her some smacks on her bum, she can't believe he gave her a quick spanking, she's too old for one, or maybe too young, whichever he takes, she can't get spanked. When Matheo tried to kiss her goodnight or offered to feed her, her night bottle she refused to go anywhere near him, she got a weird relationship with bottles and diapers. They are meant for smaller littles, but she's sure she's not that little, but she enjoys them before bed, she likes the fact that she doesn't have to worry about running to the bathroom at night.

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.

Then he comes over me from behind and raises my butt in the air by grasping my waist. “Daisy, you know what your mistake was?” He inquires, and I feel his hardness rubbing between my buttocks. I stay silent because I’m not allowed to speak. “That you said ‘yes’ to marry me.” He spanks my buttocks, grinding his shaft against my wetness. “Therefore, I make sure to punish you and make you regret your decision every day.” He finishes his sentence, landing a hard spank on my crotch, causing me to fall straight onto the sofa.

My hands brace on his chest, nails digging in, and I start bouncing, hard and fast, chasing another high. He latches onto my tit, sucking hard, teeth scraping my nipple until I cry out. His hand cracks down on my ass in sharp, rhythmic spanks that make me grind harder. “Faster, baby,” he growls against my skin. “Fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock.” I do, thighs burning, tits bouncing in his face, moaning nonstop. “Daddy—Daddy—gonna come again—” “Do it,” he snarls, spanking me harder. “Come all over me while I fill you up.”