When I thought I had done enough to please Daddy, and my pussy was completely sore and raw, I pushed the pad back fully inside of me, pulled the diaper back on, and turned off the camera. I sent the video to Daddy and uploaded it to our usual BDSM porn site.
"Mmm, this pleases me, very much," Daddy said, and I grinned at his praise. I continued to drink my water as I was told. The next time that I wet my diaper, Daddy made me lick it, tasting my own filthy naughtiness. I hated this utterly, but did as I was told. The next time I did so, I was required to sniff and lick the bed where I had peed the night before, reminding me of how much of a baby I was. It was awful.
"Daddy, I wet myself again," I told him after a bit longer.
"Good," he said. "Now I want you to take out the scouring pad, roll it around in some tabasco sauce and put it back in." I pleaded for his mercy, but he remained firm, reminding me that I was being punished. I got out the tabasco, and turned on the camera to record my pain. I pulled down the diaper, pulled out the pad, poured the tabasco generously on it, and then with a nervous wince, pushed it back inside of me.
It took a few seconds for the burning to set in, but once it did it was very intense and nearly unbearable. My breath became ragged from the pain, and I began to whimper. The burning was intensified by the rough scouring my pussy had taken earlier. Daddy had certainly done that on purpose. I slowly got my breathing back under control, pulled my diaper back up, and sent the video.
"Oh yes, little one, this pleases Daddy. Your pain pleases me very much. You needed this punishment, you do understand that , right?" I told him that I did understand, and was thankful for his discipline. The next time I wet my diaper, Daddy had me scrub my nipples harshly with a different scouring pad and then apply the tabasco there as well. It burned so badly. The next time, he had my harshly scrub my poor clit, and then apply it there. I screamed at the pain.
The next time I wet the diaper, it was so full that it began to leak, wetting my pajamas and the bed anew. I told this to Daddy. "So filthy you are," he said. "Ok, here is your final task for now. I want you to put the soaking wet diaper on your head, so that the wet part is on your face. I want you to smell and taste your own naughtiness. Then I want you to make a video. You will once again fuck yourself with the scouring pad still inside you. You will then cover the much smaller rolled up scouring pad in tabasco and insert it in your asshole, then fuck yourself there with it while continuing to fuck your pussy with the other. The pain will be very bad. You will probably cry. I want to hear this on the tape, little one. I want you to do this for at least 3 minutes. You will then remove both pads. You will smack your pussy very hard ten times with a wooden spoon. You will then tell me on camera that you are very sorry for wetting the bed and that you will be a good little girl and not let it happen again. You will beg for my forgiveness. When you have done all of this, you may clean yourself and the bed up."
I gulped at his instructions. I had never had anything rough in my ass before, or tabasco sauce there. I had no idea how much it would hurt. However I followed Daddy's instructions to the letter. Even though the pad I put in my ass was much much smaller, it hurt far worse than the one in my pussy. I cried out loudly as it entered me, and again as the burning started. I fucked myself with both pads hard and fast as I knew would please Daddy, but the pain was too much for me. I was crying loudly the entire time, and those three minutes felt like an eternity. When the time was finally up, I removed the pads and smacked my pussy hard. I loved smacking my pussy with that spoon, as it felt right to be hurting myself in that way. I wished Daddy were there to pull me over his lap and spank me hard with his belt. I then begged Daddy's forgiveness.
I sent him the video and posted it, and then cleaned up the awful smelling bed. As I put on fresh sheets and pajamas, I thought about how lucky I was to have such a good Daddy, who took such good care of me and punished me harshly when I was naughty. I spent the rest of the day reading the comments on my pictures and videos, blushing in humiliation as all told me how filthy I was. But Daddy was pleased with my punishment, and that was all that mattered.
