Messy Diaper Punishment Novels & Stories

“Oh, he’s been making some strange noises over there, I think he has a present for you. Ben twisted his face up, not too happy about finding the surprise she was talking about. “Your Mommy thinks she’s funny, making Daddy change your poopie diapers, doesn’t she, Son?” He asked the baby, while opening the diaper to the liquid disaster that had found its way into all his chubby folds. “Oh, Son! How could formula smell so bad after it’s processed?” Brayden asked, gagging as he changed the diaper and cleaned his little bottom. Benny took the opportunity to pee on his father’s shirt while he was cleaning him. “Really, Ben? Why do you do Daddy like this every time?” Brayden complained.

“Mama’s trying. Please don’t scream like Papa does when he stubs his toe.” He didn’t care. His little fists waved, his red face scrunched, his cry sharp enough to cut glass. Milk leaked down my chest again, soaking my dress as my body ached to feed him, but he wriggled so hard I could barely hold him. I finally got the clean diaper on, my hair sticking to my forehead, my hands shaking. “There,” I huffed, kissing his soft cheek. “Fresh and clean. Now can we please join everyone else instead of being the circus act in here?”

It's not her fault that she came along nor is it her fault that her dads not around and if I can help her in any way I know I will. I pick her up from her crib and the smell instantly hits me, I turn her around and there it is. She has got shit seeping out of her diaper and it's smeared all over her legs and up her back. Her diaper is heavy with pee but the thing that pisses me off the most is the fact that the shit has dried on her skin, she's been in this nipper for hours! Where the fuck is Amy? "Daddy." I turn my head to see my beautiful baby girl awake and sitting up in her bed. Her firsts curl up into balls and she rubs the sleep from her eyes right before she greets me with that cute s

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.

"You're going to ruin my make-up." "It's already ruined." He flipped her on all fours as though she weighed less than a molecule. She grasped the bed sheet, as she felt the warm tip of his cock kiss the entrance of vagina, sending hot streams down her frozen spine. "It's time for your own punishment. I'm not going to let that slide." He barreled into her without warning, making her gasp with delight. "How do you want to punish me, Daddy?" "Daddy will not go easy on you unless you cum seven times on his cock."

"Please let me come. I'm so close. I need to come so bad." "You were a little slow to put on the toys, Kitten," he said, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "You need to be punished for that." He turned off the toys. I was left hanging, a whimpering, desperate mess. The sudden absence of stimulation was almost as painful as the overstimulation had been. "No," I cried out, my body trembling with need. "Please, Daddy. Turn them back on." "Not yet," he said. "First, you're going to punish yourself. I want you to slap your balls. Ten times. And I want you to count. And I want you to thank me for each one."

My butt stings as I sit on my feet, the cheap carpet offering no support. I sigh, happy I didn't utter any sexual sounds. I rub my butt's tenderness, in both an effort to ease the pain, and to somehow re-spark that pleasure I'd been feeling. Unfortunately, my hand isn't able to do the job that daddy's performed so well. But now that my arousal is dying, I have to ask. “How was that supposed to relax me, daddy?” My tone much more obedient than frustrated, unsure of why my punishment occurred but not complaining about it happening.

Savannah had been baking cupcakes nonstop since morning with Lizzie, filling the entire house with the warm, sweet scent of vanilla and chocolate. Miles had decided that was the perfect time to ruin his diaper in spectacular fashion. Being the helpful, goody-two-shoes uncle that I apparently was, I’d volunteered to handle bath time and a fresh diaper change. Big mistake. Changing a squirming, happy, extremely energetic baby turned out to be significantly harder than defusing a bomb. At least bombs didn’t kick their legs like they were trying to win an Olympic gold medal in freestyle. “It’s going to rip, Sav,” I grumbled, staring at the stubborn adhesive flaps on the diaper. “Look at these th