Butt Plug Punishment Story Novels & Stories

They pleaded, looking sad. However, that wasn't enough to shake me because of my… I bit my lower lips hard to refuse vehemently, “I…” “Have you heard about Beta Wyatt's punishment?” One of them began, changing the topic, which made me shake my head. “According to the rumors, all those who annoy Beta Wyatt always have the worst ending, especially liars. Beta Wyatt hated liars. An example of his punishment is ordering for the person to be skinned alive.” She revealed, which made my heart skip in fear.

I dropped the money cases on Stan's desk. I took Zaki's gifts. Likewise, I'm not that stupid. After he raped me over and over again, I won't take the money. I'm not stupid to just think about my pride. "Wow, it looks like you've got a big victim," Stan said and open the case. "It's huge. I'm almost torn." I whispered. "CONGRATULATION!" Said Stan. Congratulation? Where? Of what that animal did to me? TSS.

"Suck every inch of it." After a few minutes, he pulled her up and spun her around, shoving her torso down onto the desk so her ass was sticking up in the air. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, then delivered a sharp, stinging slap to her right butt cheek. CRACK. "Ow! Yes!" she cried out. He slapped the other side, then again, and again, until her ass was a bright, angry red. "You like being punished, don't you? You like knowing you're nothing but a hole for me to dump my stress into."

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

If he wasn’t careful he wasn’t going to be able to stay still long enough to talk to Patti. Throughout the rest of breakfast, we tried everything we could think of to get Adam to tell us his plans but he wouldn’t give us any details. The only thing he would tell us was how perfect his plan was and in the end, I had to confiscate the coffee mug from him. By that time he was no longer able to sit still and I was sure that he was only one or two cups away from giving himself caffeine poisoning. I was a little concerned about what Adam was planning. From the way he was talking it sounded as though it was some kind of grand gesture. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing but the problem was Adam had

"Not today." I tried one more time. Asked him something simple, something neutral, just to get a real response out of him. He looked up, gave me this precise, professional non-answer that said absolutely nothing, and went back to his papers. That was it. That was all I got. I stood there for a second looking at him and I felt the frustration hit me like a wall. I walked away before I said something I couldn't take back. I found Colt in the yard with the punching bag hanging from the old oak tree and I just started hitting it. No wraps, no warm up. Just started hitting it until my knuckles complained and then kept going anyway.

"Your punishment starts now." As he said that, I felt something cold push up my asshole, causing me to whimper. I could tell it was bigger than his finger but not big enough to cause too much discomfort. He groaned. "You're taking it like a good slut. There you go." He pushed what I thought was a flared butt plug inside me and then smacked my ass. "You'll keep this in until it's time for your punishment later." "Yes," I mumbled. "Good." He then gently slid inside me, and this time it hurt a bit more. Between deep breaths, moans, and groans, he thrust into me hard and fast until the only thing supporting my weight was the table and his hands.

It was like a test I was determined to pass. 'I gave you ten minutes to insert the plug and return to your seat. You took 27. That's 17 blows. I'll deduct 3, for the number of seconds you held out before cumming at lunchtime. That makes 14. That's the price you have to pay.' 'I know what you're thinking. It isn't fair. A boy who'd never even put a finger up his arse before was never going to manage a butt plug in ten minutes.' 'But fairness isn't the issue here. The issue is you doing what I tell you. That's the lesson you have to learn. That's why there's a price to pay. Do you understand pet?'

Elliot suggests, pushing the women touching him away "Definitely not" Caden replies and I understand. Remington is a Motherfucking son of a chicken. Weak, subservient and a good fucking bore to play around. "He literally peed his pant the day he got tagged" Vlad points out and Caden grinds his teeth I throw my dart again. Bullseye. Bullying is beneath us and life can get boring so we the VENOMS found nice ways of entertaining ourselves. Like tagging someone for punishment.

Because he was hitting me hard at the time, his sintron fell on my hip, causing me to growl. My tears, which I had been repressing, quickly condensed into a single stream, as if on fire. He had smacked my hip, and I could feel the bruise that had resulted. Your behavior has deteriorated to the point where "some sort of punishment is required." I was much more depressed after being ejected and having my shorts taken away. He massaged the back of my seat before tying his hand to the top of the chair's head board. Yura, you're a cruel, terrible young lady who commits heinous crimes. I'm confident you'll go on to be a good girl after this.