Novel & Cerita Messy Diaper Punishment

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.

"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."

Jasper stuttered. "Okay come down here on the pad, lay him on his back. Yeah, just like that. Now, unbutton the bottom of his onesie and pull it up a little bit." I said, I watched his every move, I grabbed the diaper bag and pulled a diaper and wipes out and when I looked back Jasper had his entire face scrunched up. "He pooped." Jasper said, making me laugh. "Yes, babies do that. pull the sides off and grab the front and make sure you pull it backwards." I instructed. I pulled out a wipe and handed him one. "Now whatever you missed you wipe up." I said giggling. Jenson came back in and his face twisted. "How does a smell like that come out of a tiny person." Jenson muttered. "Alright move

“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?”

"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.

"How could you...pick up the child like that? You have to hold both of his legs to pick him up." Sebastian immediately panicked. "Oh, oh, both legs." He grabbed both of his sons' little feet with one hand and slowly and gently lifted his son's little bottom. After that, he used his other hand to fold the diaper and then took the soiled diaper out. They originally thought that he would directly throw it into the rubbish bin. Who knew that this manly man actually took the diaper up, put it near his nose, and smelled it?

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

"I'm going to punish you like the little slut you are." I rubbed my hand over her fishnet clad legs as she moaned out, "I'm such a dirty little slut. Daddy please punish my ass like a little slut deserves." I pushed one more bead in, and without warning gave her two sharp smacks on the ass with the paddle- whack whack. I heard her gasp, and quickly shoved another bead in. She started writhing as I gave her a succession of blows on each cheek, one after the other. I paused long enough to push in another bead.

"The thing is, we can't just remove all the things that were on his body every now and then so, we informed him to use diaper." "What's the relevance of the diaper on his situation right now?" I asked with confusion. “He doesn’t want to wear diapers. He have gone wild, we don’t have any choice that very moment even if we don’t want to do it, we were force to hold him and tied his arms and feet then let your father put the diaper on him. He was crying and even though we want to do his request, we didn’t listen to his plea because we need to monitor everything.” "Is he okay now? Because I can't see anything attached on his body."