Messy Diaper Punishment Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“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.”

When the final stroke landed, I collapsed against the ottoman, my ass was on fire, I was crying softly. “I’m sorry, Daddy… I’m so sorry…” He set the cane down. For a moment I thought the punishment was over. Then I felt his large hands spreading my bruised cheeks apart. I gasped. He felt guilty….. I’m so sorry princess…. He whispered. Massaging my ass and spreading it apart…. It hurt….. I moaned enjoying his hands… my wolf was misbehaving… making me say shit… His hot tongue dragged slowly over my tight, untouched asshole.

I said to her as i walked into Mama's room and i met the boys playing with each other right in her room. "That's a good decision actually, and you thought well already, that's actually really wise of you. It's good to teach them these things at a young age, i already told the maid handling their care that they will only wear diapers when they are going to sleep at night or they are going out, other than that they should use the potty."

I wanted Gerald to intervene to take care of his daughter, but there was a reason until I got tired of hearing it myself. "I'm afraid, change the diaper. The buttocks are scratchedtoo," see? What he's reason. Non sense. "Slow down daddy. Open the diapers Kelsea, then wipe it with a tissue. Take it off, put it on again. It's not difficult, like you hurt me all the time," I know, this is a sensitive topic. Anyway, let him wake up. So, there is little interference from him. No, just smart for it. I don't want to do it.

*The little is expected to be a good little, no bratting allowed, (Occasional bratting or tantrums would be dealt with and are okay). I wasn't the worst person ever, I know littles sometimes go through phases and they like to have a tantrum or two, it's where punishment comes in handy. *Diaper and pull-ups. That's all the rule said, it's an open one since not all my littles would regress that young and would want to use ones, but it's an option nonetheless and they all could use it if they want to. "I Am Not Wearing A Diaper," she says between gritted teeth, shooting me with glares that were more of daggers than looks.

“Depends. If you don’t do your homework and litter the house, you will get disciplined to sit under the tree and copy the lines 50 times.” “You won’t hurt us?” “No, only bad people hurt others. We should try to be good people.” “Can I hug you?” “Why do you ask?” “The big monster said I was dirty and cheap and hore.” “Do you feel dirty?” “Yes” “Then, how about we get you out of here? We will take you to a hospital, get your injuries checked, then you can take a nice long bath, change into new clothes and shoes, brush your hair, and throw away all these clothes. Then you won’t be dirty anymore, and you can hug me without asking.”