Spank Diaper Romane & Geschichten

"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."

Trembling, I lie down across his lap, my ass curving into the air. In a sudden, breathtaking motion, my panties are pulled down to my knees. Slap! Slap! He spanks one round cheek, then the other. Over and over. Faster and faster. Not hard, but enough to sting. "This is what Daddy does when you've been a bad girl," he says, in that low, menacing voice. More spanks. As I wriggle, he drops a firm arm across my waist to keep me in place. "This is what you need. Have you ever gotten the discipline you deserve, Kori?"

After saying that, she seemed to realize something and added, "We'll be parents soon enough, and you can't always do that anymore." Julian raised an eyebrow. "Always do what?" Diana's voice turned meek and quiet. "...Spank my butt..." That was what adults did to punish children; she wasn't a child! She was going to be a mother of two children, for crying out loud! "Sure," Julian readily agreed. He knelt and placed his ear on Diana's stomach, and said, "Listen up, my big and small star. Daddy will never hit Mommy again, so be good and let Mommy eat and dress properly, okay? I'll pick you all up after work."

I declare, determination in my voice. In deft motions, the old diaper is discarded, and Cevia is cleansed. My internal countdown lends urgency to the process as I swiftly secure a fresh diaper around her tiny form. Thirty seconds – an achievement punctuated by the absence of any unsavory mishaps. A silent exultation ripples through me, a far cry from Brayden's previous misadventure.

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.”

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

Hands slipped lower, massaging her ass cheeks, thumbs dipping between to brush her puckered hole. She moaned into the towel. "Daddy..." He spanked light, sting echoing. "Quiet, or punishment." Sophia watched, thighs squeezing. He moved to her next, same treatment—back rubbed, ass kneaded deep. Fingers teased her slit from behind, wet and ready. "If you tell anyone," he whispered hot in her ear, "Daddy will spank these pretty asses red. Understand?" She nodded frantic, pushing back into his hand. "Yes, Daddy. More, please."

He spanked me twice in a row, fast and hard. "Yes!" "You know how much of a little tease you have been, right? Calling me daddy, knowing well enough how much that shit turns me on. Touching yourself and kissing me out of the blues. You just want to be slutted out! And don't fucking lie to me, you want to be fucked. You are not here, naked and moaning because you just want me to prove that you are not insensitive! You are here because you want daddy to fuck you, is that right?" With every word he was saying, he was spanking me harder and faster and I was on the edge already. I was going to cum so hard from being spanked.