Novel & Cerita Teens Diaper Punishment

“Maybe I’ll simply force you to make dinner for a whole week? “That’s more a punishment for you than for me,” I laughed, and she groaned. She obviously didn’t think that through. “Diapers! You’ll have to change the diapers for three whole months.” “No way!” I exclaimed in horror. “That’s not fun at all.” “Who said it was supposed to be fun?” she snickered, and I pouted again. “I like the bed activity kind of punishment better,” I mumbled. “That’s for when you behave well.”

I made my voice small and afraid as I answered, "I'm sorry, mommy." Mom stood before me with her hands on her hips, and replied "Well 'sorry' isn't going to cut it this time. I am very disappointed in you, young lady. How can you just loose your bra? This time I can't let the situation slide. You will have to be punished. Do you know what happens to bad girls who misbehave? They get a spanking." She then sat down on the bed and pointed to her lap, saying "Bend over my lap, young lady."

His wife seemed to be in charge of what was happening and she decided that the teen girl’s pussy should take some punishment. Zoe felt the ball gag being forced back in place and she let out a muffled shriek as she was dragged back to the bed and made to get on her knees. Her head was pushed to the bed and it left her ass sticking up in the air and at the mercy of the couple. The spanking paddle delivered another couple of blows to redden the skin even more and the teen girl moaned as she felt the cock being pushed against her ass cheeks. Mrs. Howard spread them open so that her husband could work his cock between the teen girl’s thighs.

I do as he says and lean forward, my nose against the penny and holding it to the wall. I hear him step back, and a groan escapes his mouth. "Fuck, baby girl, you look perfect. Be a brat more, please." I smile at that thought. "Is this it, daddy?" Okay, my legs are tired already, but it isn't much of a punishment. "No, baby girl. I said six whips. So, here is the deal. If you jump too much and drop that coin, I start from one again." Wait, no! I jump and scream, feeling the whip, and of course, the fucking penny drops! I watch as he walks back to me, placing another penny on the wall. Holding it with my nose, I stand and wait, my body tensing.

I clasped a collar round her with a leash. "You have really been very naughty and I am pissed", I said. I was not seeing her but Diana and it was Diana I was punishing, not her. I took a paddle and smacked her butt. She whimpered. I felt that it was not hard enough and I smacked her again with the paddle, I wanting the pain to be more stinging than normal.

Zee was crying hard from relief, so he held her close to his chest and tossed the bubble wrap onto the nearest sofa. “Shh.” He said gently. “It’s okay. Stop crying, Baby. You’re lucky you picked the paddle, so I’m not going to spank you, okay?” “But…but you said there is a second punishment.” She blubbered, refusing to be consoled. “Yes. But you should be thankful you only have to face one, right?” A sniffle escaped her lips and she nodded. “What…what will you do to me?” she asked fearfully.

“Teach me to behave.” “Done.” He rams his hardness up between my legs roughly, making me scream behind clenched teeth. “Starting now, this is time out. When you’re bad, you sit on my lap without moving until your punishment time is over. My cock will be in deep and I don’t care if your pussy is dripping onto the floor and tears are running down your cheeks, you will sit still until time is up. That should stop you from misbehaving fast, huh? Like wearing a bathing suit with no back on it so everyone can see and comment on what belongs to me.” He thrusts me up against the door again, hard enough to rattle the hinges. “This is my fucking property now, Terrence. Understand?”

A single tear rolled down my cheeks to know what my next punishment was. To make sure they didn’t destroy my mother’s picture, I obeyed their order and took my seat on the couch with my legs elevated high because this time Hector was going to whip under my feet as a punishment for running away. Thankfully, the kids were smart enough to cover their mouths to prevent themselves from making any noise and he succeeded to cane me 50 times before returning to their den. “Ana?” “Go to your bed and sleep. Leave me alone.”

It always came right before punishments that left me shaking. They'd lash me with a whip coated in pepper spray or shock me with the taser until my body spasmed uncontrollably. The whole time, they'd howl with laughter, mocking me, a privileged family's son, for having less pride than their pet dogs. "Mrs. Seymour, Zach's behavior is beyond disappointing. The fact that he's gone this far just to avoid punishment is despicable! I suggest we extend his 'study' period until he learns some obedience and manners."

But Dad remained impassive as he looked at me and said, "According to the rules, when Tommy does something wrong, you get double the punishment!" A thick cane whistled through the air and lashed viciously across my back. "Ah!" I screamed, my thin shirt offering no protection against the brutal force. A searing pain shot across my back instantly, as if my skin had been split open. The lashes rained down mercilessly on me. From my arms and my back down to my thighs, no part of me was spared. I writhed on the floor in agony, instinctively covering my head with both hands. Cold sweat poured down my face as my vision blurred.