Punished In Diapers Novels & Stories

The crowd recoiled as one. “Oh, thank God!” I cried out, my voice dripping with saccharine relief. “You wore the diapers today! You actually wore the adult diapers! Oh, George, you’re so prepared. Everyone, please, don’t mind the smell or the... bulk. He’s doing his best!” The hall erupted. Not in cheers, but in the kind of cruel, snickering laughter that kills reputations faster than a stock market crash. “A diaper?” a contestant from No. 12 whispered, loud enough for us to hear. “The Kendrick heir is wearing a Pampers?”

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

I heard the vibrating toy behind me, he pushed it against my ass cheeks and eased it into my little asshole. "Ouuuch," I yelped, in pain from the surprise invasion. "I told you, you were going to be punished for you're slutty behavior," Jared taunted, "I've seen what you let men do to you, don't act like you don't love this."

" I remembered how Maddison had damaged my clothes with scissors when we were kids. She would throw waste on my bed just to hear me scream in fear. She'd laugh too. Naturally, I had my revenge. I had grabbed the same waste and chased her down to shove it into her mouth. She had run down the stairs just to escape. For my efforts, my father and stepmom had punished me severely. I had been enraged, so I also cut their clothes into pieces with scissors when they weren't home. That had been my life for years. I didn't have a good time living with them, but I could say the same for them, too. I lost only because it was one against many.

before I moved a step. No, I can't. But how will I get the diaper if I can't go inside?? I stood there thinking when I saw a pair of black six inches stilettos come in front of me. Why me?? What had I done to deserve this? The only sin I had ever done was to steal Kit Kat's from Braeden. And that was only because they begged to be eaten by me and not her. I swear the chocolate goodies were calling my name. You know what six inches heels mean?? It means a "plastic". In case you don't understand who a " plastic" is go and watch Mean Girls.

"But we make that decision together instead of you deciding alone that you're too damaged to deserve a family." "I don't deserve a family." The old guilt was back. "I've killed too many people and destroyed too many lives to deserve creating new ones." "That's your trauma talking." I was firm. "That's Father Damien's self-flagellation pretending to be wisdom." "Maybe Father Damien was right." He pulled away. "Maybe some sins are too deep to move past." "Then everyone who's ever done violence is permanently disqualified from happiness." I was getting angry now. "Soldiers and abuse survivors and anyone who fought back, none of them deserve families?"

he murmured. With a whimper, I submitted, pushing my pants past my hips and down to my thighs. I bent over the bed and pushed my panties down too, waiting for my next instructions. “Am I getting a spanking?” I asked, my ass still sore from Daddy’s belt last night. “No, baby girl,” he answered. “Spread your cheeks and show your daddies your naughty little hole. We have a plug with your name on it, that’s going to punish our bad girl all day, making her remember that she is a little girl, and not in charge.”

But it wasn’t the acting people watched porno for. Amber laughed when the dad said they were naughty girls letting their boyfriends come over when they were babysitting and naughty girls needed to be punished. Conveniently twin A was wearing a thong, so she bared her ass when she bent over the bed. The dad just happened to find a paddle lying around randomly and started swatting her with it. Twin B waited her turn inexplicably touching herself while Twin A started moaning. The camera zoomed in on the dad's crotch to show his cock starting to bulge as he paddled the bad girl.

I made my voice small and afraid as I answered, "I'm sorry, mommy." Mom stood before me with her hands on her hips, and replied "Well 'sorry' isn't going to cut it this time. I am very disappointed in you, young lady. How can you just loose your bra? This time I can't let the situation slide. You will have to be punished. Do you know what happens to bad girls who misbehave? They get a spanking." She then sat down on the bed and pointed to her lap, saying "Bend over my lap, young lady."

Pain exploded, stars bursting in her vision as she stumbled. He grabbed her arm, nails digging in, dragging her toward his rusted truck. "You're coming home, you worthless slut! No more running off with your sugar daddy. I'll beat the disobedience out of you, make you beg for mercy! Life's bitter wrong is girls like you thinking you can defy your father, I'll teach you the truth with my fists!" Kyra cowered, old terror resurfacing, flashbacks of basement lockups, fists raining down, her cries ignored. She whimpered pitifully, body going limp in his grip, tears streaming. "Stop... it hurts..."