Diaper Spanking Stories Novels & Stories

They kept using me, flipping positions again and again. At one point I was on all fours, Liam underneath me fucking my pussy while Nathan took my ass. Ryan fed me his cock from the front and Ethan stood beside us, making me stroke him. Every hole in my body was filled. Their hands were everywhere; spanking my ass, pulling my hair, pinching my nipples. The room filled with the wet sounds of skin slapping skin and my muffled moans. “You’re not the same doctor who walked into that hospital,” Liam grunted beneath me, thrusting up hard. “You’re better. Stronger. And soaked in what it took to get here.”

That fairy tale she had dreamed of was just trash, that prince charming she dreamed of to love had been nothing more than a figment of her imagination, that love she dreamed of giving to someone else was nothing more than trash now that simple instruments had the ability to humiliate her like no one else had ever done. Brandon, Brandon Lambert was to blame for everything. She would never forget that humiliation, those words, nothing would ever make her forget that he was her true enemy. He would pay for it, sooner or later he was going to pay for the biggest mistake he had made with her, she swore she was going to regret it because from that moment on she had no more feelings for him, no mor

I moan and squirm as he handles me. “Do you want to fuck me?” I ask. He opens his eyes and swats my bare bottom. “I told you how I feel about that language,” he says. “Do you want to fuck me?” I ask again. He turns me around. He pushes me against the wall of the shower. “You need discipline,” he says. His hard cock is pressing against me. He begins spanking my bottom hard. It feels so good. I am going to be a brat from now on. I cannot help but moan as he swats my ass over and over.

In the courtroom, Hannah Wright stared at me stubbornly, as if she were delicate yet resilient. She said with extreme anguish and pain, "When I was a child, my mother bought Rodney a big bag of mangoes. I was eyeing them greedily and took one, but before I could even take a bite out of it, she slapped me across the face. "Later, she made me kneel at the doorway for two hours until my legs were black and blue, yet she still wasn't satisfied. She even stripped my clothes off in front of everyone and whipped me, forcing me to admit that I was wrong.

"It feels so good daddy, don't stop!" "You're not going to cum are you?" He asked spanking my ass. My pussy twitched. "No," I manage to croak out, "I won't daddy!" He spanked me again, "what did I tell you about lying to daddy?" "Ah, fuck," I cried, "I'm so sorry daddy, please don't be mad at your kitty-cat." He spread my legs further apart and stuck his finger into my pussy, while his other finger was in my ass. He thrusted simultaneously and I almost lost my mind.

A shiver went down my spine, thinking about that diaper change. "First let me start that with each rule comes a different punishment. Some rules are more likely to be broken than others and we will consider this with giving you your punishment. We have punishments like time-outs, taking away your toys, and writing lines. Those take not a lot of time. Then we have a bit more severe punishments as early bedtime, taking away your stuffies and spankings." The last punishment got me shivering a bit. Spankings, so they will hit me if I don't listen to them. They are just like him. With this information, I started to hate these men even more.

"She hesitated. We can't have that. You'll have to be punished." "Yes," Grandmother hissed. "Punish the little skank! She needs to clean our son's dick right away!" CRACK! I squealed around Daddy's cock. My eyes widened at the burning pain that burned across my rump from Daddy's spank. My his wiggled, my pussy getting so wet. Juices dripped through my bush to run down my thighs. CRACK "You will be a good sex slave!" Mother hissed as Grandfather spanked me again.

Being treated like a sex doll for a flaccid prick, and being discarded and ignored by my cousin, had messed with my psyche… or maybe it had actually put the loose screws in my brain in the right place. Alpha Stephen had not bowed to any of my demands. When I had asked him to spank me, he had told me his arms were tired and had ordered five of his best guards to take turns spanking me since I liked pain. They had used all their strength to spank my poor bottom, and I hadn’t been able to sit without a doughnut cushion for a whole week. When I had complained to him to tell his men to stop, he had laughed and said, “Oh, you want it harder, you say?”

My lips begin to quiver as I want to tell him because of his daddy voice, however, he will think I am weird to think such things. “Nuh uh. I am…not lying” I say swallowing the words. “Princess , I am giving you three seconds to tell me the right answer. If not , you would force daddy to pull this car over and give you a spanking you will never forget” he says sternly , his nostril’s flare with anger. I gasp when I hear what he says – spanking is a punishment little’s receive when they disobey their daddies. “1” He starts counting. I feel so pressured; tears begin to fall from my eyes. I do not want to tell him, he will think I am crazy and that I am not worthy to be his little.

“What are you doing? Let me go!” “Count, little bunny,” he said and spanked me hard. “Ah!” I cried out. “Stop it!” “I said count, little bunny. If you don’t count, I will add more spanks. Now count!” He spanked me hard again. “One!” “Two!” I counted through gritted teeth as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. Each sharp smack sent heat blooming across my skin. By the tenth spank, I was sobbing silently.