Corner Time

“Now remember, I want you to mess your diapers for me like a good girl,” Daddy said, guiding me over to my punishment corner. I didn’t mess my diapers the day before so Daddy decided I need help.
After lunch he gave me two suppositories and re-diapered me in my wet diaper from the morning. Daddy took my shirt off before leading me over to the corner. I stood facing where the two wall met. Daddy put my ankle cuffs on and attached them to the anchors in the floor, then he put on my wrist cuffs and attached them to the anchors in the walls for my arms.
I whimpered as I began to feel the suppositories start to work. Daddy just slipped my pacifier in my mouth.
“Keep it in or I’ll tape it in,” he warned. I nodded as he walked away, leaving me to mess my diaper. I could hear Daddy moving around but I couldn’t tell what he was doing.
I began to fidget the more the suppositories kicked in. I closed my eyes and tried to think of other things and tried to fight the urge to let go. I began to pull harder against the restraints as I tried to fight it off.
Daddy appeared at my side with a bottle. He removed my pacifier and placed his hand on my diaper before putting the bottle in my mouth. Within a few sips I recognized the taste of his cum in the bottle.
Daddy massaged my diaper as I drank the bottle. Drinking the bottle took my mind off messing my diaper and within a few seconds I felt the mess spreading in my diaper.
“What a good girl! ” Daddy teased me as he rubbed my diaper harder. I tried to pull my mouth away from the bottle but Daddy held it tight until I finished it all, then he quickly put my pacifier back in and left me to finish messing my diaper.
Daddy stood and watched while I messed my diaper. He teased me and reminded me of my rules and my place as his baby girl, whether I liked it or not.
When I had finished I whimpered to let him know. He got up but didn’t come over to me right away, instead he left me in the corner for a few minutes before coming back to my side.
“Is baby all done?” Daddy asked and I nodded, a few tears running down my face.
I knew what was coming next. When Daddy had to help me mess my diapers, I always got a paddling or spanking after. Today it was a paddling.
The messy diaper helped ease the pain of the paddling but it was still embarrassing and I didn’t like making Daddy upset. He had me count out the smacks as we went.
When he finished, he gave a few light pats on my diaper with his hand then undid my cuffs and lead me over to the couch, he sat down and pulled me onto his lap.
“Baby needs to learn to mess her diapers on her own,” Daddy said as he reached for another bottle, this one containing juice.
I nodded, sniffing back tears.