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KENDRA'S PUNISHMENT

“Kendra, come in here right now,” I heard Jason yell from the bedroom. Responding quickly to his command I jumped up from the couch and walked down the hall. When I entered the bedroom I saw immediately what he was yelling about. The laundry, which I had promised to do the night before, was still sitting in the hamper unwashed.

“Did I not ask you to do the laundry last night Kendra? Did you not agree that you would do the laundry?”

“Yes Jason, I’m sorry. I know I promised I would do the laundry but I forgot. I promise it won’t happen again.” As I said this I began walking towards the closet to collect the clothes. When he grabbed my arm to stop me I wasn’t surprised.

“I’m afraid that’s not quite good enough Kendra. You’ll have to be punished. You should know the rules very well by now. You stay here and I’ll be right back with your punishment.”

Jason was right; I did know the rules very well by now. I had known them for months, but for some reason I couldn’t stop breaking them. Actually, the reason I couldn’t stop breaking them was because I loved the punishment so much. When Jason had first introduced the punishment to me I was hesitant, but now I looked forward to it; I even had trouble achieving an orgasm without it.

“Pull off your panties and lie down on the bed Kendra. I’m going to put these on you and I don’t expect you to complain or whine one bit.”

I followed his instructions and pulled my panties off before lying down on the bed. Once there I followed our usual procedure and lifted my legs into the air. After only a few moments I felt the familiar material of the diaper slide under my ass into the proper position. After it was there I lowered my legs back down. Once Jason had the diaper properly aligned he began shaking baby powder onto my crotch, which is actually a necessity to prevent diaper rash. After a few good shakes he attached the rest of the diaper and had me stand up again. My skirt fell over the diaper, covering it up mostly, and my punishment was complete, sort of.

“Now remember, you will wear that diaper for the next eight hours as your punishment. If you need to go to the bathroom, feel free. That’s what diapers are for after all. If you need to go out, well you’ll just have to hope that no one sees your puffy butt. Now get that laundry done,” he said, smacking my diaper covered ass hard.

Jason’s been punishing me by putting me in diapers for three months now. We’ve been together for almost two years and we’ve always enjoyed a fruitful, kinky sex life. I love to be dominated in the bedroom and Jason is naturally inclined to do the dominating, so we’re perfectly matched. We’ve tried all kinds of domination fantasies, including me being tied up, whipped, smacked, choked, and more. When Jason brought up the idea of putting me in diapers three months ago I didn’t take to it at first. I couldn’t see the appeal of it and I told him so. However, he stayed on me to try it and eventually I agreed to go along with it, at least once for his sake. He told me that he would surprise me with it, and a few days later he did just that.

The night he first dressed me in diapers was the same night I broke a plate while I was doing the dishes. I was almost finished drying everything when the plate slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor. The noise was incredible and Jason came running into the room seconds after I had dropped it to make sure everything was okay. When he saw that I wasn’t injured his face instantly turned stern and he said I would have to be punished.

“When you’re finished cleaning up that mess I want you in the bedroom. I’ll be right behind you, so don’t be slow.”

When he told me all of that I assumed that I was in for a good spanking, one of my favorite things, but I had no idea he was going to surprise me with the diapers. When I came into the bedroom Jason was waiting for me, holding a canvas bag. After directing me to the bed he pulled a diaper, some powder, and some baby oil out of the bag. After a few short minutes I was wearing nothing but the diaper, my well powdered ass and pussy comfortably held inside of it. I was standing in front of Jason when he announced that I would have to be spanked for my clumsiness. I lowered myself onto his lap and he delivered the fiercest, most passionate spanking I had ever received. I don’t quite know what it was, perhaps the presence of the diaper, but I actually had an orgasm while he was spanking me. After the spanking was over I told Jason just how turned on I was. He was wearing a big smile and he thanked me profusely for being willing to try something new.

So now, three months later, we’re still doing the diaper punishment and I couldn’t be happier. Our sex life has never been hotter and Jason seems more attracted to me than ever. In fact, just the other day he diapered me for failing to prepare dinner on time and he couldn’t even wait until dinner was ready before needing to fuck me. Right after he diapered and spanked me I went back to preparing the food, but minutes later Jason walked into the kitchen and unzipped my skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Soon after he was ripping the bulky diaper open, hoping to get access to my pussy. When he finally found what he was looking for he stood up, unzipped his pants, and slid his cock into me from behind. I grasped the edge of the counter and bent over, making it easier for him to penetrate me. He fucked me hard for five minutes, pounding his cock into me roughly while slapping my still diaper covered ass and tugging on my hair. It was hot, very hot, and when he came he drilled himself deep inside of me and screamed out in pleasure. It was a guttural, primal scream and my own orgasm seemed to come about as a result of it. After the amazing dual orgasms Jason taped the diaper back together and I finished cooking. I see the diapering as a long term part of our sex life and I look forward to all the sexual exploration we can do together.