Butt Plug Punishment Story Novels & Stories

She said to me, I was angry and started screaming. Jace too tried to explain but our pleas fell on deaf ears. Eventually, we were led away and then punished. I was flogged at the back of my legs but not Jace. Whoever had him did not want marks on his legs. Instead, I later learnt they had flogged his butt with a sort of paddle until it was bright red. I recall the other children called him baboon's butt for some days.

As the clerk gave me the change, I saw a strange grin on his face, almost like he knew what I was going to be doing and hell who cares. I went back out to my vehicle to insert the butt plug. I didn't buy anything to lube my hole with, so I just used some hand cream. I could feel every inch of the plug as it went deep up my hole. This was only the second time I'd ever penetrated my asshole. I'd done this before when I was being defiled by my brother-in-law, but not with my husband. I continued to push it in until my ass muscles locked around it. I felt so dirty having that plug in my ass.

Pulling up his pants but not tucking himself away, he moves to the table of objects and returns with two butt plugs, a bottle of lube, a flogger, and a little case that I don’t remember seeing before. “Roll over, Charlie,” he orders. I happily comply. Taking the bigger of the two plugs, he coats it in my juices before slowly but steadily pushing it into my core. This one has a vibrate function and he immediately turns it on. He then lubes up my asshole and the second plug before pushing the plug inside of me. I whimper at the feeling of fullness. “Go sit on the couch, Charlie. You’ve earned our mate a punishment,” Zak says.

And because I was crazy, my pussy flooded at the thought of how bad tonight could be. The plug went in an inch. The forced stretch burned, and tightening my muscles made it worse. From prior experience, I knew fighting increased the pain. It took everything I had to release the air from my lungs and relax. The bastard hit me hard across one ass cheek with his palm. "It's supposed to hurt, girl. This is punishment."

I felt it then, something smooth, metallic, and cold pressing against my tight, untouched hole. My eyes flew open under the blindfold of my own hair. A butt plug. I knew it instantly. I panicked. “No- wait—” I tried to crawl forward, to escape, but his grip turned iron. “Stay still,” he warned, voice dropping into that deadly calm that always made me obey. “You move again and I’ll spank this pretty little ass until you can’t sit for a week. Relax and open up for me, babygirl.” I sobbed into the sheets, fists clenching the fabric.

Slowly, he sat down beside me on the couch, ignoring my whimpers as he placed me over his legs, setting me properly to receive his punishment. A choked sound left my lips as he began whipping my ass, fingering my ass hole after each whip. “A-Alpha. Please…! I m-sorry…!” I sobbed, my tears seeping through his pants. “Count,” he merely said deeply, not listening to my pleas. I swallowed, “one,” I gasped at the strike, whimpering and counting along to his whips, my legs trembling. I counted to five before finally giving up. “Please! Alpha…no more! Please…just put the butt plug inside me again!”

"You little witch! I'll teach you to not tell stupid lies!" And there we went. She clawed at my face, slapping and scratching me but my anger was equally as hot. I went for her hair, tanking at it and punching her too. Enough was enough. No more would I let her walk all over me. It wasn't like she could beat me in a fight anyway. "What is all this? CUT IT OUT!" Our principal, Mrs. Morris, screamed in horror. "Sofia. Erica. To my office now!"

Her vulnerability was heart-wrenching, a broken girl reliving years of hell, her bitter life a litany of wrongs: endless abuse, stolen childhood, dreams crushed under his boot. But it seemed someone heard her pleas as the door burst open like a storm. Silas, having followed after hearing from a student witness. His intimidating frame filled the entry, eyes blazing with controlled fury. "Get away from her!" he thundered, voice deep and commanding. Her father whirled, sneering at him. "Who the fuck are you? Her pimp?" Silas moved with masterful precision, subduing the man in seconds, a firm grip on his arm, twisting it behind his back, forcing him to the ground without excess force.

I floated up to meet him at eye level. Pissing his pants in fear. Such a foul odor. Grabbing his head between my hands and squeezed. A shockwave of energy pulsated from my hands into his head. He screamed in pain." I'll make it, so you never hurt anyone again." I'm going to ruin your favorite toy asshole." Grabbing his cock in my hand. My hand began to heat, the smell of pork-filled the small hut. He tried to faint. I wouldn't allow it. I kept him conscious. He needed to feel every bit of his punishment. I burned his cock off and fed him the charred pieces.

Meanwhile, Alexander leisurely indulged in chilled watermelon, content to wait for Xever's decision. After much deliberation, Xever, feeling uncomfortable standing, finally made a decision. "My son has made a mistake, so I'll punish him by breaking his legs. What do you think?" he proposed, seeking approval from the group. "Father, I'm your son! We've even done a paternity test," Brandon interjected hastily, fearing the consequences of such severe punishment. He winced at the idea of enduring the pain of fractured legs, even though medical advancements had proven that it was curable.