Messy Diaper Punishment Novels & Stories

He changed my daily pull-up to nighttime diaper, this is our new routine, sometimes I'll wet them others I won't depend on the day. When I came back Augie was dressed similar to me, but his face was clean now, but he looked cute with makeup on, we still wanted to play, we even made Julia and Justin to play along with us. Daddy and Hazel had us held in their laps while we played all together, I did a mistake once, it was the wrong choice to do, but now this me and daddy it's the best decision I've ever made.

When Mommy found me using the GPS on my smartwatch, I was sprawled on the floor, my exposed skin covered in red rashes. Daddy was still ranting incessantly. “You spoiled the boy! He has no manners to speak of. How could he spit all over the table? Couldn’t he have at least gone to the trashcan? He was so ungrateful, too. That part of him is just like you…” Mommy broke down, slapped Daddy across the face, and then picked me up in a mad dash to the hospital.

I cleaned them up,t hen the bathroom, which was so damn slippery. How much of the body wash did they use? Goodness! After I was done I gave them porridge to eat. "Now as you both made the whole bathroom filled with soap, and I had to clean it, be ready for your punishment." "Mommy noooo." they both growned. "Ohh yessss." I said matching their tone. "So your punishment is to write the alphbets and numbers from one to hundred five times." "Five timess!!??" they asked astonished showing me their five cute fingers.

She is covered in blood and her diaper is on the floor with Laurie. Not knowing what to do, I remember back to the times when my sister had my nephew and I had to watch him while she worked a few times. It was a messy situation, but I got through it then and I can do it now too. So, wrapping some paper towel up, I put it around the little girl’s bottom and then I pull her pants back on one handed as quickly as I possibly can. “Is mommy almost done, I smell Elizabeth and she stinks.” She scrunches her face up and wriggles her nose, before beginning to pout at me.

"Get busy and clean your mess. That stinks!" The kids roared with this insult. Slyly, Dalya smirked and winked at me. Oh how I hated her! I controlled my rage as best I could and tuned them out. Better to just get it done and get out of here. As I bent down to start wadding up the toilet paper, hopefully not getting any filth on me, someone kicked me from behind. I fell forward, face first into dog crap.

Interactive toys and a baby monitor because she planned to use some room for her and that thing came in handy. My Urus was pretty full by noon, and most likely Mr. Dempsey had woken up, so we came home after an ice cream… which was a total disaster because the little girl got her hair dirty. "Is this the first time you've taken care of her?" —Asked a lady who passed by me, with a girl who gave desperate licks to her pussy. - Is it very noticeable? I answered smiling. " Yes. You look at the girl as if you couldn't believe she could make so much of a mess, " she explained with a kind smile . My advice? Buy lots of wet wipes. They are the salvation in that stage... every day they find new ways

Answer him verbally in the way he has asked me to, do not cum without permission, effectively us my safe words, count, and swallow. "Yes, Daddy." "You sure?" "Yes, I'm sure Daddy." "Okay now for punishments. Breaking one rule: I will pick a toy and use it on you for 10 minutes and you cannot cum. If you do you must apologize and wear your heels for the rest of the play date." I knew he picked them out for a reason. "Yes, Daddy." "Three rules and you are sleeping on the floor. No touching, no talking, no cuddling, no more play time. I make it this severe in the hopes that I never have to use it."

He sits down on the overstuffed brown suede sectional and pats his lap. "Lose the towel, kitten." My pussy clenches. I'm not sure whether I'm more excited or nervous, but either way, I'm going forward. I drop the towel to the floor and climb over his lap, offering my ass up for his punishment. I pray a wooden spoon isn't the worst implement of torture in the world. It probably isn't, since it was used regularly on children's butts in the days when spanking was considered a useful and acceptable form of punishment.

” I asked, blocking my nose and stepping back a few steps. „Shut up and hand me that damn wipes!” He demanded as he rolled the used diaper under his son’s bum. I did what he asked rapidly. The stench began to spread and fill the entire room, causing a gag reflex in me and Rip. He demanded our immediate evacuation from the contaminated place, and I considered following his demands. I wasn’t expecting for a newborn pups to shit like crazy and smell terrible. „Just a spot over here, and we’re done.” Miles narrated as he used almost the complete package of the wipes I handed him before he took the little legs of his son, raised them, and secured a fresh diaper on his ass.

“Maybe I’ll simply force you to make dinner for a whole week? “That’s more a punishment for you than for me,” I laughed, and she groaned. She obviously didn’t think that through. “Diapers! You’ll have to change the diapers for three whole months.” “No way!” I exclaimed in horror. “That’s not fun at all.” “Who said it was supposed to be fun?” she snickered, and I pouted again. “I like the bed activity kind of punishment better,” I mumbled. “That’s for when you behave well.”