Anal Punishment Gif Novels & Stories

Caning was a rare and humiliating penalty, usually reserved for the most serious offenses. “Ten strokes each,” Paul continued, his tone unyielding. “And it will be done publicly, as an example to others.” Jolie collapsed, sobbing uncontrollably, and I knelt beside her, trying to offer comfort. “Jolie, please... we have to be strong,” I whispered, though the words felt hollow. Cara, her smug grin plastered across her face, couldn’t resist taunting us. “They should be grateful it’s only ten strokes. I would have demanded more.”

He smirks and comes closer to me, gawking directly i it my eyes like some devil that he clearly isn’t. “You bastard, you think I’m here to joke!?” He growls with a frowned face and punches me on my nose. Fuck! They all just want to ruin my face. “Today is going to be your nightmare bastard. You rem this!?” He grabs my face and pulls it up. He shows me his right and the finger I detached. “Oh yeah, this is penance for your felony and to take your sexual excesses.” I smile and look at his face. His face locks up the more and his eyes becomes extremely red and his face too.

Close enough to smell their blood and sweat and piss. One of them wet himself. Pathetic. "So tell me," I say conversationally, spinning the knife between my fingers. "What punishment do you think is fitting for people like you?" They start babbling immediately—apologies, excuses, promises they'll do anything, they'll change, they'll never do it again, please just let them go, please, please, please— The sound grates against my skull like nails on a chalkboard. I move before I can think about it.

He praises once my face has touched the rough blanket. The anticipation of waiting to see what he does to me is almost as erotic as his fingers stroking my insides. “Argh!” I cry out with surprise when his hand comes down hard on my butt cheek. “I told you there would be consequences for slapping me. Now I’m going redden your sweet ass until you beg me to fuck you.” Holy moons, I was ready to beg now but I was intrigued with his form of punishment and took ragged breaths anticipating the next smack.

Her eyes fluttered closed and she whimpered slightly, the sound making awareness roll through me. “Noㅡ” I suddenly brought the whip down with a sharp but quick wipe. She yelped, jerking forward as the pain licked across her skin, a welt forming. Lust gleamed in my eyes. “Wrong fucking answer, Raina. You see, penance isn't just about regret. It's about surrender. Obedience. Every strike should remind you who commands. Who forgives. Who punishes… the one who should own every moan you hold back now.”

"Actually I have been thinking about that. Then I started thinking what would be the best possible punishment for your indiscretions and it came to me as I arrived here." He got up and a screen came down from the ceiling. Pictures of children faces appeared. One was of a little girl who looked to be blind, another one was of a little boy connected to a machine and a little girl who's face seemed to be scarred. Then more pictures appeared of sick people. One by one from young to old he clicked through pictures of people I didn't know. "Why are you showing me this?" "Because you are going to either save their lives or you will enhance it."

“Check your clipboard.” The punishments were another shitty part about Hell. If they were consistent, like a whipping every Friday, a girl might get used to it. Tune out the pain or do something else to become immune. But it was never the same with those red-skinned fuckers. Sometimes, they would pull out the fingernails. Other times, it was a cat-o-nine-tails. No, not the whip. An actual, honest-to-Hades feline with a grin that stretched beyond its demonic face and ten bony appendages with spikes that shredded the spirit. When I commented on the false advertising, the demons only said the tenth tail was a bonus.

Joy drank water and innocently asked: "Then your mother is in pain again? That can't be. She will be in pain." "Punishment is not a hit, it is a punishment. There are many different ways to punish without hitting anymore. For example, kissing on the cheek." Ran quickly said that because of this, both of them can do it. Maybe it worked in his favor, but he taught Joy that it was another method of punishment instead of bloated whips. Joy immediately said "A" as if he understood, the boy immediately suggested: "Now I will punish my mother first and then uncle."

Vivi tried to say the sentence correctly, although her voice was still shaking, and her fear hadn’t subsided, so her speech stuttered. "Good. It looks like you're starting to understand now," Darren said with a smile. This made Vivi think for a moment that Darren had forgiven her before the smile turned into a dangerous grin. "But I should still give you a punishment, right?" Darren asked rhetorically as he tore at Vivi's clothes with both hands. "I won't be gentle. I'll be rough and hurt you until you cry. That way, you'll always remember how painful a punishment I can give you whenever you think of getting into trouble with me."

We started to make the punishment which is so funny. Matthew punished Crystal : give him a massage for 3 hours Joel punished Axel : be his slave for one day Joan punished Dylan : buy her the latest best seller book since Dylan ruined her favorite book Aiden punished Andrew : treat him at Vetson's restaurant 3 times which is one steak cost 500$ Jess punished Cailey : company her to spa tomorrow (that's not fair , it's a good thing) Marco punished Morris : being his slave for 1 day too Archer punished Daniel : buy him a newest soccer ball