Messy Diaper Punishment Novels & Stories

I'm immediately on guard, wondering what has her so upset. Mari, however, stays calm. "Theo pooped mom! He pooped! And it stinks! You need to change him," she demands. "Why don't you change him?" she teases back. Myra crinkles up her little nose in disgust. "Ew, Mom. I don't know how to change a diaper." "Hmm. Maybe it's time you learned how," Mari suggests. "Mooom. Come on," Myra pleads, the previous topic no longer up for discussion.

She reached out her hand several times, but each time she pulled it back. “Just open the door. If the little girl dirtied her clothes with poop and pee, that’s not hygienic at all,” Dad said from the side, seizing the chance to persuade her. After hearing that, Mom’s hesitant look suddenly turned firm. “A child needs to be disciplined from a young age. She’s getting more and more outrageous! “She actually relieved herself in the room and still refuses to come out. Isn’t that just deliberately going against us?” At that moment, the sound of rats came again from inside.

Royalty nearly puked from the stench. He cursed, taking off the diapers. He covered his nose, and Zaiee frowned. His poop wasn't smelling. He kicked his legs in protest till Daddy began bathing him. Zaiee wasn't a fan of water. Immediately the hot water touched his skin, he bellowed. Crying and kicking his legs unhappily. Unfortunately, Zaiee's poop diapers laid close to his feet. Immediately he kicked, the diapers went flying to Royalty's face. It stuck and filled his face with poop.

"It's just a little blood. You're not going to die, so quit whining and clean up! If you rest, who's going to take care of my daughter?" With that, I tossed a handful of pumpkin seed shells onto the floor with a wave of my hand and pointed at her. "Clean this up! And be careful while you're working. Don't you dare drop my daughter. She's precious!" As soon as Helly finished sweeping, I spat out another mouthful of shells. Helly looked at me, her expression one of pity. I sneered, grabbed a used diaper from the trash, and pressed it onto her face. "Stop with the act! Hurry up and clean! I'll beat you if you don't work faster, you worthless trash."

Elias kicked his little legs, cooing, and Orrin’s face lit up like he’d just won the lottery. “Look at that. He’s happy. I’m doing it right, aren’t I?” “Almost,” I said, biting back a grin. “Now, clean him up with the wipes—front to back, always. And don’t skimp, because nobody wants a rash.” Orrin nodded, wiping Elias with the kind of focus you’d expect from a surgeon. But then he grabbed the new diaper and—yep, there it was—started unfolding it the wrong way again.

I finished washing him and got him out of the bath wrapped in a towel, we went to his nursery, I dried him quickly, got a diaper around his waist, dressed him in a onesie and some pajama pants. Now to his punishment, I made him stand on both feet and stood in front of him, he looked down right away knowing he just messed up with hitting me. Even if the punch didn't hurt me at all, it's still not okay to hit anyone older than him, he looked up few times but then right back down not meeting my eyes. "What did you do wrong?" I ask him in a firm voice. "I...I...punched you" he mumbles quietly. "Let's add this to your rule, you don't hit, hiss, bite anyone, not your daddy or anyone else you got i

I pulled back her pants along with her diaper to check her rosy bum. "Oscar," I scold my mate, why did he hit her so hard, her bum is pink and it must be tender now. "Don't Oscar me, she received six smacks, next time she misbehaves I'm going to double it," Oscar warns her making her whine into my lap. "Nu like daddy, send him away," she whines, and I looked at him didn't he offer her any kind of aftercare after he punished her, she just shrugged.

Dario called, stopping Madie's thoughts once again as he spoke "You're a mess." She whimpered. She knew she looked like a mess, and Daddy could see everything from where he sat. She felt all sweaty and sticky and dirty, but she didn't want him to stop. It was supposed to be a punishment, but she wanted more. Was that bad? "My hot mess..." that was all she could hear from all his mumbling and after, another hit was felt on her butt. Tears formed in her eyes, a whisper of "Eleven, thank you Daddy" was all she could get out of her lips as she burrowed her face in the pillow. It felt... good.

I shuddered at the naughty flavor. It was so dirty. Only a pure slut like me would do that. Grandmother nodded her approval as I suckled hard on her son's dick. I polished Daddy's pole, putting my all into cleaning his dick. "That's it," Daddy said, sliding his fingers through my black hair. "That's a good slut." "Still," Grandfather said as he moved behind me. "She hesitated. We can't have that. You'll have to be punished."