Spank Diaper Novels & Stories

"Well then why don't you lie over my lap and lift up your skirt." I rolled over his knees and looked over at the guys as I pulled the skirt up over my firm round ass. "OK, I am going to spank you now, but I need your help. Daddy sometimes has trouble remembering how many times he has paddled you, so I want you to count out each one up to five." "Yes, daddy." He raised up his right hand and swung it down over my exposed flesh. I yelped "One." Again he swung down, this time on my left cheek. "Two."

“You need my help with…diapers?” His mouth twitched faintly. “Don’t sound so disappointed.” Despite herself, Katelyn reached for the paper. “These are their proposed upgrades,” he continued. “Thinner material. Extra fragrance. Decorative prints. Supposed to be more… premium.” She scanned the page, her expression slowly shifting from mild annoyance to concentration. Then she frowned. “This is wrong,” she said quietly. Damon glanced at her. “Wrong how?” “Fragrance in diapers is a terrible idea.”

*Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" *Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" *Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" *Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" *Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" *Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" *Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" *Spank* "ahhhhhhhh" " Please ji leave me .....I am sorry ...it's paining a lot...." She said all this with cry voice and fearfully Her both the buttcheeks are red now like blood....

This way, they stay grounded and they remember not to disobey their Daddy or guardian, and they stay safe as well. He needed to prepare Madie for their rules. He didn't her doing anything that would hurt her. Dario's eyes were trained on Madie as she ran through the hallways of his home and into the kitchen. His hands were formed to fists, wanting to catch her and gather her in his arms. Maybe spank her cute, little bottom too for running around the hallway. A smirk found its way on his face and his imagination ran wild. Madie, his little baby, on her fours with her bum up in the air. Waiting for his hand to land a spank and color it red. He could hear her moan and grunts in his head, counti

He doesn't spank me. I heard him smirk, and spat on my butt cheeks before rubbing his saliva on it. It made me even drip more. He started spanking my right ass. “Ouch daddy, please faster!” I groaned and he started spanking me harder, making me wet more. I'm sure he's watching me drip again, at some point, he was playing with my ass cheeks which I was enjoying so badly. The position feels filthy and exposed and exactly right. I hear the quiet tear of a foil packet—he must have brought a condom with him.

“When I am spanking you, you are not allowed to move or to make a noise. If you do, I start over.” I started to tremble. How many spanks was I going to get and would I be able to endure it? He went back to rubbing my bottom where he just spanked, and the sting was replaced with a deep heat. I realized I was even more wet than I was a moment before, and I wanted him to spank me again.

Without wanting to draw out her discomfort, I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans before hooking my thumbs in her waist band and tugging them down over her bottom all the way to her knees. “Over my lap, young lady,” I instructed, guiding her into position. Her panties were a pale pink with a little bit of lace around the edge. They were the most adorable attempt at being sexy I’d ever seen. “Naughty girls get spanked on the bare bottom from here on out, got it? “Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered. Removing her final barrier, I skimmed the panties down her legs until they met with her jeans. Taking a moment, I appreciated the sight before me. I couldn’t fight the urge to run my palm over the creamy whi

“Stop it! Stop it this instant!” After seeing her struggle and the look on her face that seemed to say ‘Who gave you the right to spank me’, Sean’s suppressed rage started flaring up again. There was coldness between his brows. “Will you dare do something like that again?” Suddenly, Jane found this entire ordeal extremely absurd. Only disobedient children would get spanked on their buttocks, no? After parents spanked their child on the buttocks, they would then seize the wailing child and ask them if they would dare commit the same mistakes again.

“Now, I believe you have a spanking to receive.” “Yes Daddy, I’ve been a real bad girl.” “Go to the sofa and bend over the arm of it. Thigh spread for Daddy.” Oh my God! I don’t argue or give him any sass. Now, I’m bent over the sofa. Just the thought of getting spanked has me wet already. I hear the metal from the buckle of his belt and him taking it off. He pulls my skirt up over my ass and murmurs. “Pink cotton panties, Daddy’s favorite.”

I folded my arms across my chest and stepped aside, still muttering, “I’m telling you, we should lay an official complaint. This is unacceptable parenting equipment.” Savannah arched a perfectly shaped brow, her lips twitching with barely contained amusement. With calm, practiced movements, she peeled the diaper tabs apart smoothly, applied fresh cream, and had him secured in a new diaper in under thirty seconds flat. “Done,” she announced, dusting her hands together dramatically. “You’re welcome.” I opened my mouth to deliver a witty comeback, but the bedroom door swung open before I could speak. Roman stepped inside. And the energy in the room shifted instantly.