She placed the spanking chair in my nursery and called me in, explaining why I was being paddled and that there would be further consequences for my actions. As she pulled my rumba panties And my plastic panties down off my diaper, I begged her not to spank me hard but she promised me that that's exactly what she was going to do. She yanked me over her lap and I whimpered like a little girl as I felt her unpinning my diapers and pulling them back between my legs (one of my transgressions was my frequent bedwetting).
Briefly, she scolded me for being a sissy while she rubbed my bare bottom with her paddle. She didn't waste any time and before I knew it, she was slapping my buns as she continued to describe my numerous inadequacies, emphasizing certain points with an especially hard swat.
Before long, I was kicking and wailing, my Mary Jane's drumming on the floor behind me. My buns were blazing and I was frantic to get up but she held me firmly in place with her free hand.
At last, after bring my blazing bottom to a bright cherry red, she smeared some Ben-Gay on my stinging bottom (it goes on cool but soon turns to fire on a freshly spanked bottom).
After locking my penis back into my chastity device, she informed me that I better get used to it because I was going to be in it for the next year. The only sex I was going to get was servicing her orally, which she made me do right after she pinned my diapers up and pulled my plastic panties back up my legs.
Its Monday afternoon and my bottom is still sore.
