Diaper Spanking Stories Novels & Stories

I brought my hand down on her ass, hard, very hard, and she gasped sharply while struggling harder to break free. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” she let pleading hysterically as I brought my hand down on the exact same spot, alternating between her two ass cheeks, hitting her over and over again, hitting her so hard that even my palms hurt me. Before I was done, she was a crying, quivering mess and she was begging me to stop, promising never to disobey my orders ever again. Her butt was sore, it was red and swollen and she continued sobbing loudly, even when I stopped spanking her.

He then lifted me up still straddling him and then placed me gently on the bed. I winced in pain as soon as my bottom touched the sheets. It was damn painful. Even though l have been always receiving punishments, being spanked by him hit me hard. "Turn over", He told me . " Stay still ", This time l obediently rolled over onto my stomach filled up with despair , silently crying and tears were streaming down my face on to the bed. I saw a light turn on and l realized that he had gone to the bathroom.

Sabrina moaned, but at the same time she waved her bum back and forth making it clear that she wanted more. You went back to spanking her again, this time swapping back and forth between the cheeks which made her stumble a few times on the count. By the end, her entire ass was a bright, warm pink and she'd gotten another thirteen or so spanks on each cheek, and she'd abandoned trying to correct her 'sirs' from Daddy.

Little do I know it's just the beginning. No one has ever spanked me before. Not even Papa ever laid a hand on me when I was younger and mischievous. However, here I am, taking hot and painful slaps on my butt cheek because I lack self-control. I wonder how I'll sit down in the next few days. [Pa!!!] Another spank lands on the left butt cheek, the same spot as the others. My legs give way, and I nearly fall. “Aisshh,” I hiss in a low voice.

The position left her completely exposed, her face burning with humiliation and arousal. “How many, do you think?” he mused, tracing a finger down her spine. “One for every time you whined? Every time you touched me under the table without permission? Every dramatic sigh?” She whimpered. “Let’s call it twenty. And you are going to count. Loudly. So if anyone is watching through that window, they will know exactly what happens to naughty girls.” The first spank landed hard across both cheeks. She yelped. “One! Thank you, Daddy!”

"Julie, I won't stop until I complete spanking you ten times, so count like a good girl because my spanks matter only when you count them; I won't stop until I reach ten!" He commands me with his gruff voice, stating a hint of danger. I know he is serious. Deadly serious. So I will do as he says. I do not want him to be angrier than he already is with me. "Y-Yes, daddy," I whisper and count when he starts spanking me nonstop. He does not stop in the middle, letting me even breathe for a moment. It becomes too hard when I reach five because I can feel my skin turning numb. Yet the pain level does not subside.

She was wearing the black thongs he had got her while shopping for some clothes for her. He began spanking her one after the other. Ayra bit her lip to control the moan that was about to escape her lips. His grunts and her muffled moan filled the room. “You will never leave this place,” Spank! “You will always be by my side,” Spank! “You are mine,” Spank! This time she moaned loudly due to pain and pleasure. By the time he was done, her ass cheeks were red due to all the spanking. Ayra was dripping wet. All the spanking only turned her on. She was embarrassed that she reacted this way to his touch. Heck, she didn’t even know why she let him touch her in the first place.

Aurora yelled and Vincenzo landed her another slap on her right ass cheek. We are just starting… I’m spanking you twenty times… I want you to count. Thwack, the sound came and she groaned. 1, she cried. He kept spanking her 2, 3, ,4,5, 6, 7, 8…… until it reach the twentieth…..her ass was already red and he smiled like a demon enjoying the softness of her ass… Learn to be a good girl for your hubby… He whispered…. He doesn’t want you to use any hairpin but you stole the hairpin in his locker.

“Tell me how bad you want my cock.” “Daddy...” I whimpered, the word scraping out raw. “Daddy...Harder.” He groaned at that, deep, filthy approval. “That’s my girl.” His free hand landed on my ass, not hard, just enough sting to spread heat across my skin. I jolted forward, pussy throbbing around his cock. “You’re such a naughty girl,” he rasped, spanking me again, lighter, teasing. “Sneaking away from Mommy and Daddy to get fucked in a bathroom like a desperate little whore.”

The crack echoed in the small room. "One." He hit again, spanking me on the Other cheek. "Two." Again he slammed me Harder. "Three." My skin was on fire. My pussy was dripping down my thighs. "You like it when your boss spanks you?" "Yes." "You like it when I hurt you?" "Yes." "Dirty fucking whore." He hit me again. Four. Five. Six. I lost count… I stopped counting. I just took it. My ass was raw. My cunt was aching.