Messy Diaper Punishment Novels & Stories

I clasped a collar round her with a leash. "You have really been very naughty and I am pissed", I said. I was not seeing her but Diana and it was Diana I was punishing, not her. I took a paddle and smacked her butt. She whimpered. I felt that it was not hard enough and I smacked her again with the paddle, I wanting the pain to be more stinging than normal.

A smile spread on our girl’s face at my boy incompetence to change a diaper. I stood up and marched over to a stunned looking Callan and Liam. Liam moved out of the way. “You know you have a shit—” I started before Callan cut me off. “I know, I’m just trying to figure out if I am going to throw up or if this is some alternate reality.” I pet him on the chest and went to the changing table. I cleaned inside her chonky rolls and disposed of the dirty wipes and tickled her belly. “Hi, my sweet girl.’ She kicked her feet at my voice.

Permission. I scramble to obey. I unhook the short chain between my wrists just enough to reach the table of toys you laid out for me. My hands shake as I select the first punishment: a heavy stainless-steel plug, cold and unforgiving. I coat it in my own slick, then reach back and press the icy tip to my tight asshole. I don’t ease it in. I force it, grunting around the gag as the widest part stretches me open, burning, claiming. The base settles between my cheeks with a final cruel pop. My eyes water. Drool pours from the corners of my stretched mouth.

Since mom and dad surprise me, I always jump with small sounds. When I calm down, I punish him with a sexy time. He hates it when he is about to go out because it ruins everything, from his outfit and his hairstyle. I laugh, giggling when he dumps his sweaty body on my body. "Cali, I told you not to stir me when I am supposed to leave! Look how messy I am now!" He mumbled, still grasping after the intense make - out we had. "I love you! You know what punishment means, right? That's your punishment for scaring me." I laughed, spanking his butt. He thrust his hips, startling me.

I ended up giving in and peeing, she went to wipe me clean but I fought her hands away, which only earned me a slap on the bum. "Behave or it's a diaper for you" she warns me, this was enough warning for me, I let her wipe me clean before taking me out of the bathroom. I tried to run away from her, no I don't want to cuddle, no I don't want their attention, I'm good on my own.

Axel arrived at her side and said, "Don't walk to the bathroom because you are in a lot of pain right now, just pee in your diaper. You are wearing one right? Your mother insisted you wear one." Sherry shook her head. "Hell no! I can't pee in the diaper!" she refused to do so. Axel sighed. "Then let me carry you to the bathroom so that you don't have to walk," he offered. "No need. I can do it without your help!" She insisted stubbornly and proceeded to make baby steps towards the bathroom. She bit her lip and cried silently because it was so damn painful. Every step she took hurt so badly.

"How could you...pick up the child like that? You have to hold both of his legs to pick him up." Sebastian immediately panicked. "Oh, oh, both legs." He grabbed both of his sons' little feet with one hand and slowly and gently lifted his son's little bottom. After that, he used his other hand to fold the diaper and then took the soiled diaper out. They originally thought that he would directly throw it into the rubbish bin. Who knew that this manly man actually took the diaper up, put it near his nose, and smelled it?

"Daddy, you're outside right?" "Yeah, daddy's not going anywhere." Sean answered from the outside. One minute later. "Daddy, are you still waiting for me?" "Yeah, baby." "Daddy..." "Oh my gosh, what else?" "My stomach is churning, but my poop won't come out! Help me, daddy!" Sean forced his eyes open, then he stood up and went into the bathroom. Her daughter was sitting on the toilet, while her diaper was by the sink. Her daughter's face was sullen as she grimaced in pain.

"I see you aren't wearing any panties for Daddy?" "Does Daddy like that?" I whisper. "Fuck, I love that, baby girl. But, it seems that you need to be punished for that." "W-what? But they're your favorite." "Yes, but you didn't ask me for permission to do so." Oh, shit. "I'm sorry, I—" "Sorry's not going to cut it. You know Daddy." He kisses my neck and rubs my sex organ. I moan. "Hmm, how should Daddy punish his naughty little girl?" He lets go of me and saunters over to sit on the chair. "Come. On Daddy's lap."

"What is it? Hungry? Wet? Existential dread?" I checked the diaper. Blue line. Wet. "Diaper it is." I carried her to the changing table. I laid her down. I unbuttoned the Daddy's Girl onesie. "Sorry about the draft," I apologized as I removed the diaper. She kicked. She screamed. She flailed her limbs like a tiny, angry starfish. "Hold still," I pleaded, trying to wipe her while holding her ankles with one hand. It was like wrestling an octopus. "How are you this strong? You eat milk."