84 Novel(s) Related To Enema Punishment Stories

"If she had been diagnosed, we would have known the red mark was a medical emergency, not a lie. She needed medicine, not punishment. If you had cared enough to check, she would still be alive." Richard put his face in his hands. Elena stared at the floor. "I didn't know," she said, quiet now and hollow. "I didn't know she was sick." "You didn't look," the Healer said. "You had a pup whose body communicated differently, and you called it dishonesty." - The Enforcers read the Penance Journal into the official record. They did it in the living room with Richard and Elena both present. A female Enforcer read it. Her voice was quiet, but it carried anyway.

My stomach churned badly. I developed a terrible stomach condition from the mental asylum. They constantly starved me, only feeding me once a day. Sometimes, there was no food at all. The doctor told me that my liking Jason was immoral. It was a big sin, so I needed to be punished. Being starved was one of the punishments. I lowered my head and wolfed down my food. I ate so quickly that the veins on my neck popped out. Camila looked at me in disgust and moved slightly further away from me.

Then came the water torture. First, it was the boiling water. When they threw it at him, the remaining skin on Ethan's back blistered immediately as he screamed again. Then, they doused him with cold water. Before he was untied from the tree, another round of steaming hot water was thrown at the front of him. Even the skin on his face blistered. After that, Madalynn and Behar began to kiss passionately, as if they had forgotten anyone was watching at all. I stood with my mouth open, unsure as to how anyone could be sexually aroused by such inhumane treatment of another person.

"Why is it that we're choosing punishment for each other instead of for ourselves?" The man shook his head. "Because otherwise, it'll be boring!" Corinne agreed eventually. "Fine." He invited Corinne to go first. The wheel spun rapidly, and Corinne closed her eyes before reaching out to press the button. The wheel stopped, and the punishment she had landed on was 'kneel and slap yourself 20 times'! Annie looked at the wheel and laughed loudly. "You asked for it. Don't go back on your word!" "I'm happy to accept my fate." The man shrugged. Though he was a little embarrassed, he knelt boldly and slapped himself 20 times in one go.

lower lip. “Well then I suppose you should be punished accordingly. Those are very naughty thoughts, Megan. And those very naughty thoughts...” his voice trailed off as he looked me over. “Yes Father, “ I whispered. “Very naughty thoughts deserve to be punished.” Father Michaels went to his desk and opened the shoebox with the toys I’d brought. “To punish you I am going to put this in your anus.” He pulled out the large butt plug with the wireless remote. Clicking it, it came to life. “We don’t have any lubricant, Father,” I protested. I honestly hadn’t thought to grab the bottle of lube from the drawer of my nightstand. “Oh yes we do,” he said, looking straight at my wet cunt. “Get up and come here.” I stood and made my way to him. He lifted me onto the desk and had me lay back, my legs spread wide. With one swift movement he slid the anal plug into my pussy and rolled it around until it was sopping wet. My juices had already flowed down my ass crack, moistening the tight hole. He maneuvered me onto all fours, still on the desk. I leaned forward putting my shoulders

The whip was a long one, made with pure leather and left with sharp thorns all over, to inflict twice as much pain with each stroke As two men held me down on the table, I could see Elena near tears. " You would receive twenty strokes while you count. If you miss a single word or if I don't hear a single word you pronounce, they start all over. Hold her down" she declared. It was like she was the ruler of the palace. She settled on the bed which seemed to act as her throne as she smiled. I remembered last night. Was this really pay back for talking to her so called mate? I wished someone would tell the lunatic that I hated her husband way more than she hated me.

[Please, have mercy! The soldiers secured their wrists and ankles with iron clamps, stretching their limbs taut. Enzo watched, unmoved, as the men's cries spiraled into anguished wails, their bodies trembling in terror. "You should know the consequences of every fucking betrayal," Enzo said. "Una punizione spietata! [Ruthless retribution!" The sound of hammering echoed through the air as iron nails were driven into flesh and wood. The first strike sent shudders through their bodies, their eyes widening in terror.

GEM-B asked. The three look agitated and painful. “It’s your punishment!” GEM-B said showing his charming yet disgusting smirk. “Punishment? What are you talking about?” Varz asked in pain. “I told you. I am here to punish those fallen into the despair pit.” GEM-B said. “It’s painful,” Herman said in pain. “I decide to punish you instead of killing you, so the most suitable punishment for you is COCK SPANKING!” GEM-B exclaimed.

“Really? Then your disgusting uncle didn't rape you and your sister.” “That was horrible; what he did was, he would undress us and touch us; he would lick us all over; and then he would beat us with a strap made of studs; it was very horrible, but he never penetrated us; he said that it was better to hold the urge for five minutes than to go forty years to a prison to be raped hundreds of times.” “My friend, you should denounce him to make it happen.” “There is no more proof. I have thought of paying some torturers; I heard of some who used to bite people with nail clippers.”

Thank you, William. Once we were fully on the road, Wendy said she had more questions for us. "Ask away," Rhonda said. "Why did you suck the cocks after the slaves were fucked in the ass this morning. That looked totally gross." "Marcia and Chantelle cleansed their asses this morning, which meant they gave themselves several enemas to ensure their bottoms were as clean and fresh as an ass can get. We slaves do it so we can clean our Master's cocks by sucking them after our asses have been fucked," I said.

Cody opened his mouth to speak but only a grunt came out, which brightened Hannah's already cheerful demeanor. Cody sat still as Hannah locked the posture collar onto his neck again and led him out of his cage by his leash to the enema rail. He tried to tell her that he hated this but again only a grunt came out. His owner secured his collar to the rail so that he was bent over and his ass was sticking up in the air. He felt several hard slaps on the inside of his thighs forcing the boy to spread his legs wide for her. Moments later he felt the nozzle being inserted and again his ass was filled from behind. While he was being filled with the first enema of the day, Cody could hear his owner speaking with her professor about something. Unfortunately the pressure building in his abdomen distracted him from listening.

"I’ve heard of it, but I’m not entirely sure what it involves. Could you explain it to me?" "Sure. An enema is a procedure where a liquid is introduced into the rectum to stimulate evacuation of the bowels. It’s often used for medical reasons, like relieving constipation or preparing for certain medical exams. Some people also use it for personal or intimate reasons, as part of specific types of play." "I didn’t realise it had those medical uses as well. So, it’s not just for pleasure or BDSM, it has a practical side too?" "Exactly. It can be used in both medical and recreational contexts, but if someone’s considering it for the latter, it’s really important that it's done safely."

“Daddy is going to take all the bad away from your body. Every single toxin left inside. You just have to endure for a short time, and I will give you two credits for good behavior.” I could see him pull the enema bag and nozzle his way as he positioned himself behind me. I heard the snap of a bottle, some shuffling around, and the feel of a wet nozzle touching my anus. “Okay, I’m going to put this tube in this tiny little hole of yours. It will sting as it stretches you, but I want you to be a good girl and not give me any tears. Take it up the ass without a fight, and just know it won’t be the last thing spreading your hole wide.”

Olivia's body trembled; she didn't know what punishment she would face. "I recently read about a very interesting punishment in a book. A man is tied to a cross, and every day someone comes and nails a nail into his body. He won't die quickly; he will feel his body decaying every day but he's alive. Olivia, tell me, do you like this punishment?" Enzo said the most terrifying words in a casual tone. "Please spare me this time. I won't disappoint you again." Olivia absolutely did not want to experience such torture.

Punish My Tits, Ma'am. (2) "Answer me, Now!" She barked at me. I shuddered, as my eyes met her hard glare. "No, Ma’am, I haven’t, but I have thought about it quite a bit. I’ve read stories online, that sort of thing, I admitted, feeling embarrassed. “Did you masturbate when you read those stories?” Alex asked. “Yes, Ma’am, every time,” I admitted. “Lift your tits higher for me. Offer them to me to punish, slut. You’re finally going to get the punishment you’ve been wanting for so long,” she instructed.

By 9:30 everything was ready and Master said we could have the next hour or so to get ready. Lisa asked if I wanted another cleansing enema today. I said I would. Sarah heard us and asked what we meant by cleansing enemas and why. Lisa told her it was good preparation if we knew it was likely we'd be ass fucked. Since both of our asses would be on the auction block later, it was inevitable we'd be fucked there, hence the enemas. "It enables us to clean a cock which has been in our ass," I said, remembering cleaning Master after he fucked my ass with Jerry in my cunt.

I will discipline her more strictly to ensure this never happens again. Enzo had personally convened a family meeting. He presented records of my "multiple pregnancy-related incidents" as proof that everything had been a calculated bid for favor. I knew then that anything I said from this moment on would be dismissed as lies. Even the soldiers assigned to guard me at the hospital looked at me with open contempt. Enzo truly was a masterful Don. With just a few sentences, he turned me into a laughingstock across the entire underworld. I did not bother trying to clear my name.

The second stroke, I bite my lower lip. The third stroke, I begin to exhale loudly. The fourth stroke, I couldn't help but make a pained sound. The fifth stroke, I began to break out in a cold sweat. Finally, after the endless ordeal, the punishment was over. My lower lip was almost bitten through by me. It was only five strokes, but each swat made me want to scream in pain. As Mistress Hawthorne said, punishment doesn't show mercy. "This is the first punishment. If you make a mistake next time, then the punishment will be doubled. Be good." Mistress Beaumont said coldly. Her warning carried a merciless chill.

He asked. Punish, what a soft word for the thing that happened to me. I nod though. A punishment is a punishment no matter the severity. “You could say that. The punishment for consorts is a little weird. We are always taught to always, and I mean always, reflect on our actions. We have a reflection room. A small room not more than 5 feet wide. Fit for just one person. It was full of mirrors, different lengths, different sizes. We had to think in there for days and reflect. You would think it was nothing out of the ordinary, but it gets to you. Especially since there was no light there, only a small window. We don’t get to eat while we’re in there. Hunger, isolation, and mirrors aren’t the best combination.”

"Why are you only telling me now?" Dad, who was driving, looked at me through the rearview mirror and sighed. "I was afraid you wouldn't be able to truly reflect on yourself in there. Now that you've learned to be obedient, you won't hurt Donny even if you know the truth." Reflect on myself? When I'd learned the truth back then, the only thing I had done was slap Donny across the face once, yet that had earned me three years of imprisonment. The endless rounds of bitter pills made me vomit violently, and the electroshock therapy frequently left me unconscious. And all of that was just their punishment for that one slap.