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The Best Babysitter in Town Vol. 1 Ch. 3
All characters are 18 years of age or older. Contains ABDL and spanking.To continue reading this story and volume 2, subscribe to my Patreon at patreon.com/alex_bridges. To read the ILLUSTRATED version of Volume 1, go to Amazon ___________________________ Chapter 3 , Pizza is a great tool in the babysitter toolbox. Just about everyone likes pizza. In my experience, it’s a great way to get sad kids, mad kids, and bad kids to cheer up, and it worked on Gordy like a charm without my even trying. And I like pizza too. I did say we could still have a good time; I’m a babysitter – we know these things.“You want another coke,” I asked him as he got some plates out.“I’m not supposed to.”Wow, yet another rule from the stepmonster. “Seriously? As if you might wake up dry if you don’t?” Whoa did that not come out right. Oops.“No,” he replied with some well-earned indignant irritation, “because it keeps me awake.”“Oops. Sorry.” My turn to blush. “Well, you’re going to stay up anyway, so up to you. I won’t tell.” Also, show me another adult who still gets affected by a coke that way. Weird. Sounded like another example of stepmom not updating a rule since he was eight. I mean, does it really keep him awake? Really?“It’s okay. Yeah, I’d like another please.” He’s a very polite boy.The Rooneys have a thing about eating in the family room (white furniture and carpet; who in the heck has white furniture and carpet and kids?), so we ate in the kitchen, and with a little pepperoni and cheese in him, Gordy plucked up the courage to initiate some small talk. “So, do you wanna find something to watch after dinner?”I’ve always thought as a babysitter that it helps if you seem confident about everything. When you hesitate or sound unsure, some kids see that as a chance to get away with stuff they can’t get away with around their parents. Then the kid gets in trouble, the babysitter comes off as gullible and less-than-competent to the parents, and nobody has a good time. I like having a good time; I like the kids having a good time; and when kids tell their parents they had a good time (without any booboos or property damage), the parents hire you again. Sometimes they even give tips. And they don’t negotiate as you steadily raise your rates over time. It may ‘just’ be babysitting, but it’s a business, and I’m a business major. My brand pillars are competent, confident, fun, and safe.But try as might, I could only come off as about 90% confident when I answered his question with, “Actually, I think it would be better if we got your spanking over with early. Like, right after we do the dishes. That way it’s over and done with, and we can go back to having fun. Sound good?” Yeah, really wish I hadn’t tacked ‘sound good’ on to the end of that sentence. Force of habit, phrasing a here’s-what’s-gonna-happen statement as a question. Effective, but yeah, obviously didn’t sound good to him. He went right back into his shell with a morose, “Okay,” and added, “I’m full.” What else could I do but try once more to downplay the whole thing, even if it did come off as a half-assed justification for my suggestion to get him spanked ASAP, which wasn’t a suggestion at all. “No, you’re not. You didn’t even finish one piece.” At least I didn’t say it in my you-silly-goose voice or tack on ‘three more bites.’“Can’t I even decide if I’m full on my own?”I don’t appreciate the kids I sit for raising their voice with me, but I made an exception. “Sure you can. Hey, be my guest. But you’re not full. You’re just feeling sorry for yourself.”“And I have every right to be!”Alright, the first voice raising was a freebie, but not gonna stand for twice. “Do not raise your voice to me, young man. I can move your bedtime up too.” I waited for an apology, and when I didn’t get one, I asked, “You wanna go to bed right after your spanking?”“Sorry,” he meekly said. It was a reflex on my part, the stern ultimatum in response to one of my charges shouting at me. And I guess his reflex to a stern rebuke is to apologize almost timidly.“Thank you. And cheer up already. We’ll get your spanking out of the way, we’ll get you in a fresh diaper, and we can sit on the couch and watch a movie together, any movie you want. Isn’t that better than having your spanking hanging over you all night?” Maybe that’s specifically why she made it a bedtime spanking instead of giving it to him as soon as she found out, giving him some time to stew about it. She did say it’s best to give consequences right away (which I generally agree with), so the delay didn’t make a ton of sense. I’d have really (like, realllly) appreciated it if she’d gotten it over with before I arrived instead of laying it off on me.“I guess.”I gently scoffed at him. He’s cute when he’s guessing. “I think you know it’s better, don’t you? Don’t you,” I asked again with a wink.He took a deep breath through his nose and let it out before responding, “Yes.” Tough audience; I was bringing my best charm, and most of it just bounced off him.I slid his plate just a quarter-inch in his direction, and he started eating his dinner again. Not often that I have to work to get a kid I sit for to eat pizza. But he’s not a kid, and none of the others I sit for ever had a spanking coming after dinner. I know I probably shouldn’t have, but I was just too curious not to, so in the hopes of hearing wtf, I remarked, “Besides, it’s not your first spanking, right?”Cute how his tummy went from being too full to suddenly being so entranced by his dinner that his mouth was too full to answer. But I was really curious (who wouldn’t be!), so I just said it. “I’m just curious. You don’t have to tell me, but obviously this isn’t normal.” I mean, I assumed it was obvious to him. It had to be, right? “Maybe it will make it less awkward to just talk about it. How does a twenty-year-old still get punished by his stepmom? I’m not judging,” I hastened to add, a white lie. I was judging. I was judging the stepmonster a lot more harshly; I was just sorry for Gordy, but if I’m being more honest than I was with him, I was judging him a little for going along with it. Just seemed like a self-respect thing. He should’ve shut her down hard.“I don’t know,” he said and took a very long drink. Either he’s a thirsty boy or was trying to not answer and didn’t have the guts to just tell me to stop asking. Or both. Both would be totally reasonable and, from the evening’s observations, sort of in line with Gordy’s personality when it came to this stuff.“But you do know why you go along with it, right?”“I don’t have anywhere else to go. Their house, their rules.”“You really think they’d kick you out if you refused?”“No, I guess not.”“So why don’t you just refuse? They can’t physically make you at twenty.” I mean, they could, but not legally. And that thought is when I had a horrifying revelation that I’m ashamed to say I didn’t have an hour earlier. “Gordy,” I said softly and put my hand on his wrist, “are they abusing you?” Cuz the whole thing wasn’t legal! There’s no such thing as implied consent for an adult to get hit. Just because he went along with it didn’t mean he was okay with it, which just left that he wasn’t okay with it, and they were doing it anyway! And I was a half hour away from being complicit in it just because … she told me to? I felt sick to my stomach.“What? No.”“Gordy, look at me. We can pack some of your things right now and you can come stay at my house while we call the police. Are they?”“No, they’re not.”“They’re treating you like a little kid. She spanks you! You’re an adult. That’s … It has to be abuse. I’m not trying to upset you, I just … C’mon. Let’s go get some of your things.”“Stop it.”“Gordy …”“I asked for it, okay? Geez.”Well … that shut me up. You coulda heard a pepperoni drop in the awkward silence that followed. So many twists and turns, and I’d only been there seventy-five minutes. I ran through a number of very appropriate responses in my head, such as ‘what?’ and ‘huh?’ and ‘whuh?’., I settled on, “You … asked for it.” And to compound the awkwardness, that’s when I realized I was still holding his wrist. I really had been about to drag him upstairs and start throwing stuff in a bag. I take my job seriously, and I take protecting people who can’t protect themselves even more seriously. I know it should’ve occurred to me to just reject all of it out of hand the moment the stepmonster pretended like this her deception in getting me there was just a mix up, but … I dunno. It seemed so natural to the two of them that it just felt natural to me, like a weird but normal-for-them relationship more than an emergency in the moment. Now that it wasn’t an emergency again, it was back to be a weird relationship … times about a million.“You asked for it.” I really thought that bore repeating. “Are you telling me the truth?”“Yeah.”“If you want me to believe you, you need to explain.” I was still curious, but also suspicious. I needed him to explain. I wasn’t fully over my instinct to get him out of the house.“I didn’t do so well my freshman year. I told my stepmom that I, um … thought I needed more … structure. Okay?”“This … This is a lot of structure. Sorry, not making fun, but … did you tell her specifically …”“I just told her I thought it would help if I was accountable to someone again.”“Did you say how?”“Just that I did better with the rules I had before college.”“So you got spanked all the way through high school.” Good thing he was already changing for gym in private. “Can I ask you something personal?” Like I hadn’t already about fifty times. “Do you like it?”“What? Of course not!”“Cuz most … well, just about everyone our age wouldn’t even let their parents ground them, let alone …”“Grounding didn’t work before. She tried that for a while but … It’s not like I have a super active social life. I’ve never really cared if I got grounded so … She said grounding didn’t work with me back then and that’s why she went back to …”“Spanking you? Just recently?”“… No. Like, a long time ago. She stopped for a little while, but I started getting in trouble more, so she …”“Kept spanking you past the normal age?”He didn’t answer that. “She, um, told me when I, uh, brought up needing accountability again that … she’d use the same consequences I got before college.”“And what did you say?” Legit just fascinated now. Like, woah. IRL talk show. My psych professor would’ve had a hand cramp from trying to take notes so fast.“I said I didn’t want that.”“And?”“And she said I didn’t get a choice about how I’m held accountable. That we either did it her way or not at all.”“And you said yes.”“Yeah.” He’s so cute when he blushes, though he’d been red-faced for so much of the time I’d been there it would’ve been fair to assume that’s just what color he always is.“And … you really don’t like it? Really?” I may have discovered my dominant streak that same evening, but I knew some people get their jollies from spanking. If he did like it (or if she did), it would’ve made sense, a perverted, this-woman-should-be-in-jail-and-he-should-be-in-intensive-therapy kind of sense, but sense.“No! I hate it. It hurts, and it’s embarrassing. But that’s what makes it a consequence”“And not being allowed to go to your friend’s, having a sitter, the mouth soaping. That’s all part of it too?” He nodded. “And not being allowed to change your own diapers?”Just above a whisper, turning an even deeper shade of red, he answered, “That’s only when I get a rash … I never get one when she does it, but … Not like I do it on purpose. It hurts. It’s just not always easy to … you know.” I didn’t, actually, and hoped very much not to learn that evening. Learned a lot else about Gordy, though, and a lot about myself, from the eureka discovery that smacking him on the butt turned me on to finding, to my complete confusion, that him having a hard time doing a good job changing himself seemed a little adorable. I got a soft spot for adorable, but boys my age … well, Gordy was the first boy my age I ever thought of as adorable. “Well,” I said, trying to get back to lightening the mood and salvaging our evening, “Hey, to each their own. I think it’s actually pretty cool that you’re brave enough to ask for help and are doing what you think you need to for your own good. Not many people our age are mature enough to do that.” Especially the boys, most of them, in my experience. The whole thing was lots of other things besides cool (and it wasn’t very cool at all, but I was trying to be positive). I just wanted him to feel better. He was having such a hard day. “Um, thanks, I guess.” “Yeah, and you know what? That just makes it a good thing,” I rambled and had to think fast to justify that bizarre point of view. “I’ll give you your consequence, and consequences help, and … yeah.” And he looked at me like I was nuts again. If I could have looked at me, that’s how I would’ve looked at me too. But at least I was polite enough to not look at him like he was even nuttier. Everything he said made a bizarre, if screwed up, kind of sense right up until the ‘and then I agreed to get treated like a little kid whenever stepmom thinks I’ve been naughty, up to and including getting my diaper pulled down and bottom spanked.’ Just paraphrasing. I guess that made an even more bizarre sense if you squinted your eyes. “Can I ask you a couple more things?” “I guess,” he said like it made no difference by that point. Fair enough. “What about like today? When you didn’t do anything wrong and you’re getting punished anyway? That’s not what you meant when you said you needed accountability.” “Part of what I agreed to. She said it couldn’t just be when I thought I needed it or just for some things. She said that’s not real accountability.” He finished off his soda. “And that just like she would decide the consequence, she would decide what I’d get consequences for. I didn’t think … I was just worried about grades and getting lazy with certain … things. I didn’t think she’d take it so seriously … or do it so often.” I wondered just how often but kept that question to myself. If I knew anybody who got spanked regularly growing up, I wasn’t aware of it. How often was ‘often?’ I guess it didn’t matter, cuz I was just there to give him the one. “You could change your mind,” I suggested. Sort of an obvious suggestion. They can’t legally make him go along with it, and it would be a hundred percent illegal if they tried to force him. And now that I think on it, he hadn’t mentioned a word about his dad in all this. Maybe this was just between him and his stepmom. “Yeah, but … my grades are better. I’m doing better in other ways. I just wish it weren’t so embarrassing. Kinda used to being changed cuz … But … And it hurts.” Couldn’t help but think of him as a little wimpy. He’s an adult. How much could a smack on the butt hurt? “Ever tell her how it makes you feel?” “She says embarrassment isn’t on purpose; it’s just a side effect. If I don’t wanna be embarrassed, I should behave, is what she says.” “So if you’re, ya know, generally okay with this, why were you so upset when I got here? Just because I’m not your stepmom?” He nodded. “And because we’re the same age?” He nodded again. “Well, I won’t do it unless you say it’s okay. I’ll explain it to your stepmom so you don’t get in more trouble. I really owe her a talking to anyway. But it’s up to you.” “It’s not like I want you to.” “I know. You already tried to get out of it … I was kinda wondering why you didn’t try harder …” “I … It helps most because I don’t get to decide. That’s what accountability really is, right?” Ah; so that’s why he didn’t try harder. Still thought it was weird, but I guess I understood; actually, not really. “So you want me to give you your spanking?” “No! … I mean, I don’t want a spanking at all, but since I’m getting one anyway … yeah.” “And you’re not just saying that cuz you’re afraid you’ll get in more trouble if I don’t?” I needed consent. Truly free consent. Then he could get what he (supposedly, according to his crazy stepmom) needed, I’d continue to be known as the best babysitter in town, and I wouldn’t have to feel like I was complicit in something totally immoral. And maybe, fringe benefit, I’d get a chance to get hired by Mrs. Rooney again at three times my normal rate. Just sayin’. Lady owed me an apology and then some cuz in all my focus on consent, no one had asked me for mine until I’d already been sucked into the Rooney vortex of weirdness. “No,” Gordy replied, “that’s not why.” “Well, okay then.” “You don’t have to seem happy about it.” Finally he shows a little spunk! “I’m not happy about having to give you a spanking, but since I do, I’m going to choose to treat it like it’s perfectly normal. I mean, to you it is, right? And I’ve had to give consequences to kids I’ve babysat before. Same thing: they get the consequence, it’s over, and we can have fun with the rest of our evening, but that only works when the kid doesn’t pout about it.” “I’m not pouting!” I just looked at him. “Well, I’ll stop,” he said with a chuckle. “Good. Not your first spanking. We’ll just do it, and then it will be over.” I think I was giving myself a pep talk as much I was giving him one. It wasn’t his first spanking, but it was my first time giving one, and it was going to be on the other side of my first big boy diaper change. But I could hardly ask him to be brave about it if I wasn’t going to be. Besides, like I said, babysitting always goes best when the sitter appears to be calm and confident, whether they feel that way or not._______________________
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