Novel & Cerita Spanked And Diapered

Zelda started to spank me making sure to cover the whole of my bum, careful not to hit the same spot twice. "Now are you ready to get dressed for the day?" she asks sounding like an angry parent, I just nod my head, yes, tears going down my face, I don't like pain! I let them dress me in the diaper that was warm and snuggly, much more comfortable than my usual skimpy underwear, maybe I do have a diaper kink after all. The bodysuit was more like a onesie, comfortable, soft, and full coverage, my hair was next brushed and styled in a side braid, I didn't look bad at all, no makeup was added making me look younger than I am.

"Abi, you mean more to me than anything. I won't let anyone do anything to you you don't ask for." Abi climbed on the bench and Cherry showed them both how it was, a kneeling bench instead of a standing bench. It had adjustable pads for forearms and lower legs to rest on and be restrained by Velcro, while the leather buckles restrained the upper arms and legs. She showed them how it put the person on it at the right height for both paddle spanking, belt or crop, and a flogger. But how it also left the pussy and ass uncovered so that the person being spanked or whipped could also be taken and fucked in all three holes by the Dom.

she moaned out in shock as he swatted her booty. SPANK! SPANK! "OH!" she moaned out again. SPANK! Calvin took great delight in spanking her big fucking booty. It was such a perfect piece of art, an ass built to be spanked, punished and demolished through hard fucking. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

He then said, "You've been a naughty boy tonight and you know what naughty boys get, don't you?" With that, he gave me a quick slap on the ass with his large hand as the other pressed on my lower back holding me in place. I cried out, mostly in shock as I clenched my ass cheeks together. When I relaxed, he struck me again and again on my bare ass. Here I was, a middle-aged man, bent over another man's knees; my ass getting spanked but it felt wonderful being dominated by this big man. Paul held me across his lap while he spanked me 25-30 times. My ass must have been red from being disciplined before he finally let me up. I rubbed my ass trying to get rid of the pain from the spanking I just

I was starting to believe him. In the afternoon, after a big breakfast that we made together, we were in the playroom again. Brandt strapped me to something he called a St. Andrews Cross. My arms were secured to the cross bar and my legs were secured at the bottom, so they were spread apart. I was "punished" for removing my collar and for running away. It was my first real spanking and I think he took it easy on me. There wasn't as much heat to his spanks and paddles as I had expected. Or maybe I justed likee it that much.

I asked, still struggling to understand the dynamics. Deirk laughed. "Essentially. I know it's messed up and might be uncomfortable for you, but I promise, I'm not into that part. I just don't want you naked on the floor every night, freezing." "So, will you punish me for random stuff like that? Like, spanking me? Am I supposed to act like a child in front of others?" I asked, trying to understand my role in this world. Deirk nodded. "Essentially." "Well, I'm not the biggest fan of being spanked, so I don't know how that's going to work for you," I said, my size advantage over him hinting at a potential problem.

His fingers closed around her nape as he pressed her to the counter, then he spread her legs apart using one of his legs. The Jebbie attempted to wriggle free, evoking a strong irritation in him. He spanked her hard enough to suffuse her butt with the pink prints of his strong palm, wrenching a yelp off her. She panted, fighting the urge to cry out from the pleasure/pain that screamed in and spread through her at each feel of his hand coming down on her butt, and the burn from the hard spank. Spanking her was a warning for her to quit moving. She understood better and dared not to keep moving unless her freedom meant nothing to her anymore.

This was all her fault. The first half dozen spanks were hard and smarted, similar to the start of the previous days spanking. It was a spanking, not a beating. Somewhat to her irritation Amanda found herself becoming slightly aroused, a nuisance as Sam had already demonstrated that he wasn't about to take advantage of her.

as I wished that my mom would go back to fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit. I cried out a sobbing "Four" as another spank hit my ass. I was on the verge of tears, as I yearned for her fingers and thumb to move again. I cried out "Five" as another spank struck my ass. I literally cried out "Six" as another spank hit my sore ass and tears streamed down my face. I felt another spank and sobbed out "Seven" as my body was now wracked with pitiful sobs. I tried to ignore the pain to my ass cheeks, but another spank delivered to my immensely sore ass forced a sob of "Eight" from my trembling lips. Tears were now free flowing down my cheeks, as yet another hard spank forced me to cry out loudly

I replied, brushing my hand over his crotch. "Well, I'll need to punish you...." Darian said, slapping my ass hard. "I might need another example." I said, walking to his desk and bending forward. My ass sticking up in the air. "Are you ready, my Beta?" Darian asked, walking towards me and pushing my skirt up and pulling my underwear down before spanking me again. "Yes, Darian."