Messy Diaper Punishment Novels & Stories

I checked myself first, I put some lip tint and powder, then sprayed dome perfume all over my body, not caring if I'll be cleaning all this things up. I started moping the floor, from the outside part to the floor of each cubicle, I even saw some sanitary pads on the trash bins and I can't believe that I really need to clean those up. Everything that I'm doing is all against my will. I cleaned everything up, wipe the cubicles and put the trashes out. Finally, how a long decade, note the sarcasm, I finally finished this fucked up punishment.

he said, nibbling his thumb. My chest tightened. I nodded, even though he couldn’t possibly understand. I opened the diaper. The smell hit me first. I froze, gagging slightly before I could stop myself. Cyrus wrinkled his nose too, as if offended by his own doing. But a hint of disappointment washed over me. I might not become a good father if I couldn't handle him properly. “Pee,” he repeated, pointing. “I know,” I said quickly, trying to sound calm. “I know.”

It was clean, but not the way I liked it. Maybe next time I will punish her every time she doesn’t do her job correctly. Perhaps spanking would work. I’d love to see my red imprint on her ass. She was a nobody. So what was my damn obsession with her? After opening my pants, my right hand grabbed my dick, and I started moving it up and down. I should cum all over this bathroom and make her clean it up. It was her fault; I was so damn agitated. Needing to release my frustration, I pumped my dick harder, imagining fucking the brains out of Ripley from behind while she made my bed.

I looked at Dad's face, the one I knew so well yet barely recognized anymore, and screamed in despair, "Dad! Why won't you listen to reason? Thomas broke it deliberately! He's the naughty one! He just wanted to see me get punished!" "Shut up!" Dad whipped around, his eyes cold and filled with disgust once more. "Tommy is only three! What does he know about doing things deliberately? Can he even tell right from wrong? You're the mean one! "You won't teach your brother properly, you won't take responsibility for it, and now you dare to pin the blame on Tommy, who's only three years old? How did I end up with a piece of garbage like you?" With that, Dad raised his foot and drove his hard-soled

Sergeant Sally stood beside him, stopwatch in hand. "Alright, Miller. Your goal is to change this diaper as quickly and efficiently as possible. And remember, in real life, the baby will be wiggling. A lot." She pressed a button on the doll, and its arms and legs began to move erratically. Christian's eyes widened in alarm, but he gamely reached for the diaper. "How hard can it be?" he muttered. As it turned out, very hard indeed. Christian fumbled with the tabs, struggling to keep the squirming doll in place. At one point, the fake poop (which looked disturbingly realistic) nearly went flying across the room.

The words bursts out of Dad's mouth, with his face scrunching up in concern. "Oopsy!" Tracey's eyes dilates at this. And a sprawled Jess on the floor, with milk stains, burst into a full volume of wails. "Looks like she has poo on her diaper, as well." Damon points out, examining her bum with his index finger. With a huff, I swat his hand away, and shoot each and everyone of them, death glares. Including Dad on the screen. I pick Jess up, place her on my hip and begin to soothe her.

Trent didn't even need to lock me in, the weakness that has taken hold over my body assured me that I never leave or move, even when I want to, today I decided to bathe, I smell, and I have a rash. Trent found out that I'm diaper dependent and made fun of me, of my need to be taken care of, he threw a closed pack of adult diapers on me, they didn't have any teddies or animals over them they were ugly and didn't go up and down like my old ones, I hated them so much, I had to teach myself how to use the bathroom again, I don't always make it, but I did most tomes.

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.

He even strangled himself. The youths who had brought him here looked overwhelmed. Over and over again they tried to help Mitchel to his feet. But what he got instead was ridicule, "Bastard! Get off me. Give me back the diaper earlier, if I can't eat it then I'd rather die in front of you all!" Mitchell threatens. Mitchel's energy was stronger than he was, until the jerk managed to escape and open a trash can. It happens that a woman just threw adult diapers in there.

Not only did they have to help clean up the mess they’d made, but all three kids also had to make sorry cards for mommy, were banned from watching tv for two days, and had to tell me what they’d done when I got home. I’m not sure which was the worse thing. But I think having to tell me might be up there after no tv. I don’t like that I’m the disciplinarian. It’s just how it all worked out. I dole out the punishments, Forrest is the goofy one that can turn a frown into a smile, Elijah is the one that listens and picks up even their unspoken feelings, and Riko is the heart that gives the best hugs and kisses boo-boos.