Anal Punishment Gif Novels & Stories

“Last time I told you sucking my cock wasn’t a punishment. This time, it is. Open your pretty little mouth for me.” I’m so messed up. My core is clenching tight as he undoes his belt, his pants and slides the zipper down. His cock is so hard it isn’t easy for him to pull down the silky black boxers. I open my mouth, my hand is around him, needing to touch him. Catching my hand. “No, no touching. Next time, I’ll allow it, but not this time. This is a punishment. I’m going to fuck your throat. Don’t make me bind your hands. Put them behind your back.”

Ali demanded with pain and anger, pointing at the children going through training on the screen. In the video, the children were lined up and going through what could only be described as canine training. The trainer brandishing the whip shouted orders like heel, kneel, and jump. The children would perform the required command just like the dogs they were. The trainer suddenly had a mad gleam in his eyes, he ordered them to slap themselves ten times, and the children obediently followed the order...

"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.

I was broken, I was actually looking forward to this kind of punishment. "Open wide," he commended. I obeyed, my lips parting as I looked up at him. He didn't wait. He guided his c*ck in, the movement forceful and rough. I let out a muffled sound against him, my tongued presses firmly on the underside of his c*ck.

Permission. I scramble to obey. I unhook the short chain between my wrists just enough to reach the table of toys you laid out for me. My hands shake as I select the first punishment: a heavy stainless-steel plug, cold and unforgiving. I coat it in my own slick, then reach back and press the icy tip to my tight asshole. I don’t ease it in. I force it, grunting around the gag as the widest part stretches me open, burning, claiming. The base settles between my cheeks with a final cruel pop. My eyes water. Drool pours from the corners of my stretched mouth.

He growls loudly, pulling at the restraints before relaxing. Degradation; humiliation. He had mentioned those as forms of punishment, a way to break a sub. He mentioned how it was the one thing he could not stand, him being humiliated or degraded. What would make him feel humiliated? I walk out of the room, back to mine, and grab the bag. Walking back in, I open it, and I begin removing the makeup, hoping that he will realise what I am doing before he has all the makeup on. I grab the brush and blusher and walk over to him. I rub the brush into the blusher before applying it to his cheeks. I swing the paddle over his ass again.

"If something's wrong with your brain, go get it checked! If you can't understand human language, then go live like an animal!" The professor rushed over and yanked me back before yelling at me. "Where's your respect for me, Nancy?! How dare you hit someone right in front of me?" I felt myself exploding. The professor had done nothing when I was slapped, but the second I fought back, suddenly I was the one at fault. "Professor, your hypocrisy is so obvious you might as well tattoo it on your forehead."

He added another finger, his lips spread into a sardonic smile when he took in my pain strike expression. “How perfect.” He remarked amidst his cruel laughter, his hands reaching for my neck, “Don’t like this, bébé?” he taunted, adding another finger into my ass. I parted my lips, swallowing the bile in my throat. We fucked last night, and I didn’t cum without his permission. Why was he punishing me? Was this one of his weird kinks?

He was holding a heavy iron whip. “No… No! That’s going to kill me!” I shouted with fright. “It’s time for your punishment, slave,” he said, sneering at me.“Get ready. This is what I use to punish a hardened delinquent criminal like yourself.” “Please, don’t! I-I’m sorry,” I said with a trembling voice. My body was shaking as I was nearing my demise. He gave out a vicious giggle and said, “This is your punishment for defying me and my orders.”

We entered and were lead into the lounge where Anne continued, "Now Frank, if you think it is acceptable to play with yourself in front of me like that, then your punishment will be to do so 'face to face'." "What?" asked Frank in a concerned voice. "You will continue your little performance and suffer the embarrassment. That will be your punishment." Said Anne. "I still don't understand!" said Frank. "Look! It's quite simple young man." Anne said in a slightly annoyed tone, "I can either report your behaviour or you can continue where you left off, right here and now!" "I can't do that!" Frank pleaded, "and what about mum?" he said looking at me for backup.