The Crimson Crown

The return trip to our bed chamber was an uneventful one. I was ever conscious of the thick diaper squishing between my legs, which was growing slightly cold. We arrived back, and much to my dismay, Prince Dorian ordered my assistants to strip me. I blushed deeply as they pulled my dress off, leaving me in just the silly diaper. I crossed my arms over my breasts, embarrassed. Prince Dorian waved off my assistants, who bowed and retreated, leaving us alone.

I eagerly laid down on the changing table, “Please get me out of this thing.” I sighed.

“Was that an order?” Prince Dorian said with a grin as he stepped up beside me.

I opened my mouth to retort but realized that it was a trap, “I… uhh… No, it was a request.” I said, embarrassed.

“That isn’t how a princess would ask, now is it?” Prince Dorian asked, leaning down so his face was right next to mine, my skin prickling.

“Please, change me?” I asked, hopeful.

He chuckled, “Change your what, sweetheart?” Prince Dorian asked, his voice quick but steady.

I blushed, “Please, change my diaper.” I begrudgingly admitted.

“And why would you need to be changed, my princess?” Prince Dorian asked, his voice even more quiet, his hand stroking my hair.

My eyes darted around, nerves fluttering in my chest, “Please change my diaper; I had to go to the bathroom.” I was finally admitted. 

“Please change my wet diaper.” Prince Dorian said to me.

I gritted my teeth, “Fine, please change my wet diaper.” I pouted.

Prince Dorian stood, leaving me there on the table, “Good girls, don’t ask; you’ll sleep in that; it can hold plenty more.”

Any sense of bliss I had been feeling at his words evaporated. I sat up straight, staring after him as he rummaged through the wardrobe. “Excuse me?” I stuttered, “I’ll do it myself then.” I said, reaching below the table and fumbling, trying to find one of the spare diapers.

“I wouldn’t if I were you.” Prince Dorian said, watching me out of the corner of his eye, still fumbling with something in the wardrobe.

“No, this is storming ridiculous; I’m done. I’m not a storming baby, and you will treat me with the respect I deserve.” I said, my fingers popping the tabs of the diaper and letting it drop.

I stood, turning to fold the soiled diaper and get it out of my way, when I felt an icy grip upon my wrist. I yelped in surprise, turning to see Prince Dorian right behind me. His gaze could melt steel, and I felt myself shrinking beneath it. With practiced hands, he sat, twisting my arm painfully behind my back and forcing me over his lap, pushing my head down so my rear lifted, wriggling about in his face with surprise.

“Let me go!” I demanded, “What are you doing?!”

“Now, I was going to change you, but someone decided to be naughty.” Prince Dorian said, and suddenly, I felt a sharp slap upon my exposed rear.

He had storming spanked me! “Let me go!” I yelled louder this time.

Prince Dorian just sighed and began raining slaps upon my cheeks, right at the top of my thighs. I squirmed and fought desperately, but he was far too strong. His spanks hurt, but I could survive. The longer the spanking went on, though, the more I felt my resolve fading; my bum was on fire, and each swat amplified the last. Despite my stoic nature, I found myself begging him to stop one minute later, dissolving into crying my eyes out before finally going limp over his lap, completely drained.

Prince Dorian mercifully stopped, sitting me up and pulling me into his embrace, stroking my hair. “I still love you.” he said softly, cuddling me, “I only did that because I care about you, and I want you to flourish and do well. I have to punish naughty behavior; I just want you to be a good girl for me. Now, tell me, why were you punished?” he asked.

I was still drained of energy, sniffling and crying softly. It took me a while before I could finally answer, “Because your family is crazy.” I said, poking the bear. As much as I knew I shouldn’t, I was pissed!

Prince Dorian shifted me on his lap and smacked my thigh, making me yelp. “Why. Were. You. Punished?” he asked again, holding me so I couldn’t avoid another thwack.

I squirmed, trying to pull free, but there was no use; no matter how I tried, he was simply stronger than me. I whimpered pathetically, wanting to avoid further pain, “Because I was naughty.” I begrudgingly admitted. 

He seemed to relax, pulling me into his lap again properly, cuddling me, and consoling my tears. “How were you naughty?”

I blushed, my resolve having been shattered. I didn’t want to answer him; I tried to remain stoic and hard, but I couldn’t. My rear was on fire; I had found out the painful way that he was far stronger than me, short of running away; I couldn’t avoid this. I gritted my teeth, resolving to please him and stroke his ego long enough for me to be able to get away later. “I was naughty because I was talking back to you,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“And?” he asked, motioning to the diaper I had left discarded on the bench.

I groaned, squirming, and his grip tightened around me, making me feel utterly trapped, “and because I took that off?” I asked.

“Because you took what off?” Prince Dorian demanded, his voice remaining firm.

My fists clenched, “Because I took off the diaper.” I was finally admitted.

“Who’s diaper did you take off?” he asked, not giving me a single inch.

“Because I took off MY diaper!” I yelled, “Happy?”

“No.” Prince Dorian said, “Because you made me punish you, and your punishment isn’t over. I don’t want to do this.” he said, rolling me from his lap and laying me on the table.

I felt a jolt of fear coursing through me, “Wait, wait, wait, what are you doing? I said I’m sorry, please, I’ll behave!” I yelped, sitting up as he stood, my legs ready to swing over the side and run.

He turned his gaze on me, cold anger in them that stopped me dead in my tracks, “I just proved you couldn’t overpower me, and if you run outside those doors, the guards will drag you back in. If you know what’s good for you, lay back down.”

My eyes twitched from him to the door, anxiety and fear nearly making me flee regardless. “What are you going to do?” I demanded.

“It’s still day one.” Prince Dorian said, standing and addressing the garments he had pulled from the wardrobe, “And this is your first offense. The only thing I’m doing is the spanking and a measure to ensure you can’t take off your diaper again.”

He pulled a black belt of some sort from the pile, and I stared at it curiously. It seemed it would go around my waist and between my legs. How on earth would that prevent me from removing the storming diaper? Regardless of what he could have done, this seemed far from the worst. If all I had to do were wear the storming belt, that would be it. I begrudgingly laid back down, my rear on fire.

“Good girl.” Prince Dorian said, his anger dissolving away as he smiled.