Spanked And Diapered Novels & Stories

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.

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?"

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.

His swats were harder than Edith's and hurt a lot more making me struggle and begin to push with my feet against the floor to try and move away from my spanking. It was all Edith could do to hold me down across her lap, as she leaned on my back, while her husband spanked my sore ass. She finally told him to go get her hair brush and the lubricant, as I felt the spanking end, and I stopped my feet while Bill pulled my head up off of his lap by my hair while he stood up. The cheeks of my ass were burning as I felt Edith's hand caressing them as she told me more softly,

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."

My words cut off in a sharp gasp as his large hand came down hard on my ass, spanking me through my skirt. "Count them," he growled. Smack! "One!" I cried out, my body jolting forward. Smack! Smack! "Two… three!" The sting burned deliciously, making my pussy throb. He yanked my skirt up over my hips, exposing my lacy pink panties. "Look at this wet spot already. You’re soaked just from a few spanks, you filthy little student." His palm cracked against my bare ass cheek, harder this time. I moaned loudly, gripping the edge of the desk. "Four! Oh god…"

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.