Spanking Diaper Position Novels & Stories

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?"

He has me flipped over my belly before any cohesive thought can enter my brain. “What the…??” I stop mid sentence when he grabs my hips, lifting them off the floor. He takes a pillow from the couch and places it beneath my hips, then takes hold of the one my head has been resting on previously and shoves that beneath my hips as well. A sound of surprise pops from my throat when he lands a spank on my right buttock. It doesn't hurt necessarily, but it stings. I try to sit up and roll away but he leans down and presses his forearm across my lower back, keeping me in place.

“Come here and bend over my lap,” She gasped and stood up shakily, doing as she was told as she draped herself over my lap, ready for her little punishment. My hands instantly went to her ass, rubbing the smooth, porcelain skin there. It looked so good, I couldn’t wait till my handprint was imprinted into her buttocks. “Now, baby. Here’s what you’re going to do. For every spank you get, you’ll have to count them, okay? I want to hear you count,” I ordered, lightly fondling each ass cheek with the heel of my palm.

Spanks turned her ass purple, thighs quivering from the impacts, each one forcing a guttural moan from her throat. They didn't stop for hours, positions shifting fluidly: Hailey bent over the armchair, ass up as two cocks alternated her holes; on her side, one in mouth, one in pussy, hands busy; even lifted between Derek and Liam, impaled airtight while the others jerked over her face.

"Yes, Sir. Please give me more cock!" I pushed another two inches into her, and began spanking her again. After a minute of continuous spanking, I asked if she was ready for more cock. she replied correctly, so I pushed in the next couple of inches. She was moaning, as I continued to spank her, I really didn't want to pull out of her so I held her hip down to remind her to stay still and started to spank her harder. "Are you ready for all of my cock now, you fat titted cow?"

Jake flipped me onto my stomach without pulling out. “Face down, ass up high,” he growled, yanking my hips back. “Arch your back deep like I showed you.” He slammed into me from behind, bottoming out in one brutal thrust that made me cry out. The position let him go so deep I felt him in my belly. Jake fisted my hair, pulling my head back as he pounded me. “Tell me how it feels, baby. Every dirty detail.” “It’s so fucking deep,” I panted between moans. “Your cock is hitting everything. Harder, Jake—please.” He obliged, spanking my ass red with rhythmic slaps that made me wetter.

"Come on, you can do it." She took a deep breath before she positioned herself against his manhood. "No, you turn around." Confused, she tilted her head. He shot his brows and signalled her to turn around. She finally understood his message and turned around. Pointing his manhood against her entrance, she lowered herself. "Shit..." he groaned. This position gives him the whole view of her. He gritted his teeth as he thrusted his hips up before he spank her ass once again. She gasped.

For now. It's time for Alyssa's second round of punishment. We wanted to use a spanking bench, but we worried it would press too much on her stomach. Even though she's still early in her pregnancy, we don't want to take any chances. So instead, I'll be holding her over my lap while they take turns flogging her ass.

It didn’t feel like me, yet when he guided me to the bed by my hair, I couldn’t help the excitement that built inside me. “What are you doing?” I managed to ask, as he sat on my bed and forced me to lay on my stomach over his lap. This position was so demeaning, making me feel like a small child that was about to get spanked. As I thought it, his hand lifted, coming down on my bottom so hard the sound echoed around the room. He had just spanked me, and for some reason, it aroused me more. My clit was pressed against his thigh and with each slap it would move and press against him in just the right way. I felt myself start to dampen, but I detested the feeling. I didn’t want to feel this way.

I could feel his rod poking into my stomach, and I realized that he, too, was aroused. I heard the sharp intake of his breath and felt one of his hands on my back, holding me in place. His other hand rubbed my bottom in a circular motion. I was starting to relax; it felt nice. Then it stopped and a stinging slap was smacked on to me. I jumped and gasped. “No, Tova,” he said, gently. “When I am spanking you, you are not allowed to move or to make a noise. If you do, I start over.”