Enema Punishment Novels & Stories

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

He pushes the bottle in my ass and bends down, unscrews the cap and drinks the water from the bottle in my ass before removing it. “Time to shower,” Dominic announces. He turns the showerheads on and lowers the hook to release Trent from his suspension. “Get your sub and wash him while Gabriel and I wash one another,” Dominic orders. “You are going to give him his first enema while Gabriel and I give ourselves them.” I look at him and Dominic shows me the special enema heads and switch to turn them on. Permanent shower enemas! Gabriel had mentioned having one in his place, this room is equipped with ten all along the wall.

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.

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.

She bit her lip shyly, glancing at him through her lashes. He noticed the blush, finding it endearing—the way her shyness colored her reactions without overwhelming them. "Good. Now, for kinks and activities. We'll keep it light for the trial, tailored to your comfort. Things like light bondage and perhaps soft cuffs or ropes, nothing extreme. Impact play, such as spanking with my hand or a paddle, but only if it helps with release, not punishment. What are you comfortable with? Any hard limits?"

He looked like a broken patient, completely stripped of the cold commanding presence he had exuded as a Don at the club earlier. For a fleeting moment, I remembered the man he used to be before his farce. He was as proud as a wild eagle, arrogant and unrestrained. Yet now, to punish me, he was willing to humiliate himself this way. I walked over silently and lifted his wheelchair before kneeling to wipe his face and hands clean. These practiced motions had become muscle memory, almost instinctive, for I had done them for the past whole year. Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist with startling strength.

"You've had your punishment. Let me rest." He laughed lowly, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine, sinful and mocking. "Rest? Oh, little mate, punishment doesn't end with dawn. It's eternal—for what you did to Lisa." His hand trailed up my inner thigh, parting my legs with ease, fingers dipping into the mess he'd left behind. I was still slick, sensitive, and he groaned appreciatively as he coated his digits in our combined essence. "Feel that? My cum still filling you. But you're greedy for more, aren't you? Your body's weeping for another round of ruin."

This time, the tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably. “Don’t you ever say that!” Danika bellowed, the whip now lashing across Elena’s cheeks. “You know why? Because I’m the sane one, and you’re the one who’s sick!” She struck her again. “And this is your punishment!” Another hit. “For what you did!” A snap, another hit, more blood. “To me!”

Then another sting would land on my hot, sore ass, and I’d jump and squirm, another helpless gush of slick escaping me. Her crop was not actually any more painful than the other implements she had used to punish my butt in the past, just scarier. The way it whistled through the air… the way it stung… the way it made my instincts sing with submission. Suddenly she applied five strokes in quick succession to each cheek, no pauses. I struggled mightily to stay in position, my thighs trembling. Usually Elena would crank up the intensity just before my punishment ended… but tonight I wasn’t sure about anything.

Seren said with a sly, dangerous smirk. Then she turned to pick up an “implement” that was on a nearby table. It was a paddle made of solid black leather, not very large, but it looked formidable in Lalisa’s eyes. “Today's punishment is not meant to cause you physical pain,” Kieran explained flatly. “It is meant to make you remember the lesson of obedience and submission. It is to create shame so that you will be aware of your status.” With that, Seren gave the next command. “Take off your pants, and lie face down on my lap.”