Punished In Diapers Novels & Stories

Cleaning the bathroom often meant staying on my knees with my ass raised while Sofia used a strap-on and told me to keep scrubbing. Julian filmed some of those sessions and reminded me that the videos could reach people at the hospital if I ever slipped. Some nights they chained me under their bed so I had to listen to the mattress move above me. If they wanted something in the middle of the night—water, a mouth, hands—they simply pulled me out, used me, and sent me back to whatever unfinished task remained. The monthly punishments grew heavier. By the third full moon, after nine counted failures, they added a small tattoo on my inner thigh that read “Failed Cunt #3.”

I say. “But that’s the point. None of us have to be the same. Some little girls like to wear diapers. Sometimes I do when I’m really scared or really stressed. But I never use the diaper. I take it off when I have to go. Some people use the diaper and get changed. That makes me feel sick, I mean for me. If my Daddy demanded I do that, it would be wrong.” “So, there’s no answer,” I say. “Great. Just great.”

David teased, making Daniel grimace at the impending future awaiting him. We all laughed, seeing how David's remark had caused an effect on him. "Yeah, and until the real trouble arrives, you'll have to deal with lots and lots of diapers. And not just any kind–the worst kind," William chimed in, his voice laced with amusement. "The ones that reek so badly you can't tell if it's your child or a skunk in the room."

She also felt the sting of the wound on her elbow although it would eventually close and heal itself. “You ruined everything!” Miranda was really tantruming to the point of stomping her feet and also still dousing Diana's body by pressing the shower jets harder and harder until the water pressure became greater which was even more painful when it touched Diana's body. Diana was the victim here but she was the one being punished. Diana could only cry and protect her head with her arms. She was totally surrendered to whatever her mother did to her. She was too weak to fight back and too scared.

he revealed. “You could have bought another one !” I exclaimed. “My supplier does not …. shit. Not again,” he whined and by now everyone knew that the “Chips Racket” was next in line to be punished by Dad. “That’s not even the point,” Dy scoffed. “The thing is I was trying really hard to pull away that packet from the whelp but the other naughty one seemed to have an affinity for ma rockin’ ass and he suddenly captured my shorts from the other side with his damn pointy teeth !!” Dy complained while telling on my kids.

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.

What a complete jerk. As my third and final punishment, he took one of the dirtiest cars in his garage, a big black jeep, and asked me to wash it as soon as we got home from the park. But he didn't stop there; he decided to up the ante by handing me a bucket of water and soap instead of a massive pipe that peacefully hangs on a wall. Oh my God, why did I even decide to wash my clothes yesterday, and why the hell did I think doing a good deed for Logan would not backfire? ‘You burned his work pants,' my amazing inner thought said, and I immediately blocked it.

Even a pair of clothes in case she ended up spoiling the dress she was wearing. "I have packed your favorite chocolates and cookies, and here, I have also packed your favorite orange juice. Just like you have chosen, I have also packed the dresses which you asked for." "What is that?", She asked, pointing her finger. "This is a diaper, in case… "I don't pee in my pant.", She said, making cute faces. "I'm a big girl now. So, please take it out. It's so embarrassing." "But Scar…" "No. I'm not taking that thing with me.", She again cut mom in between. Mom sighed and took out the pamper from the bag.

DAISY Hearing 'Sorry doesn't always cut it' clearly meant one thing. I was going to get punished for my mistake. And of course I should get punished, I was a bad girl, cumming without my daddies' permission. And bad girls ought to be punished. If I no longer wanted to be punished, then I needed to be a good girl instead. "Are... Are you going to whip my ass again, daddy?" I asked, my voice scarcely audible as Luxuria daddy dropped a kiss on my pussy before rising from in between my legs.

She said to me, I was angry and started screaming. Jace too tried to explain but our pleas fell on deaf ears. Eventually, we were led away and then punished. I was flogged at the back of my legs but not Jace. Whoever had him did not want marks on his legs. Instead, I later learnt they had flogged his butt with a sort of paddle until it was bright red. I recall the other children called him baboon's butt for some days.