Diaper spanking

On the bright side, Cynthia was no longer in pain from the spanks. Although, Cynthia debated about which was worse pain or humiliation as Gertrude changed her method of spanking entirely. Gertrude didn’t seem to even try to smack hard, just rapidly and in one particular area. And then she would move to a different area and do the same.

She went from the back of Cynthia’s legs to her stomach, to the seat of her diaper. Cynthia was confused. She had never had this kind of spanking before. She was in an awkward position too, as thanks to her position, her knees pressed against her stomach and she couldn’t move them at all. Her stomach began to hurt as Gertrude continued her strange technique.

Then all of a sudden, Gertrude stopped. This left Cynthia even more confused. And then without even a warning, Cynthia felt an odd pushing. She didn’t know what it was until her diaper began to expand. Cynthia’s eyes widened so big. Her lips trembled barely holding the pacifier in her mouth, petrified to do anything as she had to lay there, her diapered butt on full display in such a **** position. It was humiliating. And everyone was recording. She had never. Never in her life. Ever done something so embarrassing. She had wet herself countless times, but never. Never that. And now was the worst. The absolute worst time to do it.

“Uh oh,” Gertrude giggled. “Someone made a stinky in their diapey. I thought you were a big girl, CeCe? What happened?”

Cynthia’s eyes watered as she looked for help, for someone to make it stop. “P-pweasw,” Cynthia cried as she clamped her teeth around the pacifier to make sure it didn’t drop. “I sowwy.”

“I didn’t ask for an apology,” Gertrude said. “I asked, what happened? What did you do, little CeCe?”

“I… I went poopy in my diapey,” Cynthia sobbed.

“Is that something a big girl does?” Gertrude mocked.

“No,” Cynthia cried.

“So what are you, CeCe?” Gertrude asked.

“I’m a naughty wittle baby girl who needs diapeys,” Cynthia cried.

Gertrude smiled. “Very good. And what do girls like you get, CeCe? What kind of punishment is best suited for a naughty little baby girl like you?”

“A s-spanking,” Cynthia sobbed.

“I’m so glad you’re learning,” Gertrude said as she grabbed a wooden paddle and resumed the spanking.

Cynthia cried as the smacks were not gentle at all and was much more humiliating as it spread the mess all over her bottom inside the closed diaper. Finally after what felt like an eternity, Gertrude stopped spanking and stepped away looking at Margaret expectantly for what was next.