Enema Punishment Novels & Stories

"You will never know happiness, you will be haunted by the guilt of your own sins. Isn't it a wonder that your kid chose to die rather than be born in your stale stomach?" Her stale stomach, Her useless disgusting body. She didn't deserve to smile after all the lives she had ruined. It would be better if she gave up on hoping for what she didn't merit, and focused on the punishment that awaited her, Her shitty life. She would take it all; the insults and spankings, More spankings, from that large palm and sharp stern features... "Yes, Mikhail, punish me. I need more..." *** "Oh fuck!" Elena Taylor woke up in the pool of her own sweat, panting for breath as she struggled to breathe.

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.

He might be a slut, but he was a responsible one. Taking a shower and cleaning his insides thoroughly, Joe made sure to increase the enema. He wanted everything clean from his rectum to the ends of his large intestines if it were possible. He wasn’t ready for that inflatable toy yet and decided it could be a good opportunity to train his ass more with the anal beads. Calibrating the anal beads with the inflatable plug inside Joe sounded synonymous with death. His ass would rip, and no surgeon could put him back together after.

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.

I will discipline her more strictly to ensure this never happens again. Enzo had personally convened a family meeting. He presented records of my "multiple pregnancy-related incidents" as proof that everything had been a calculated bid for favor. I knew then that anything I said from this moment on would be dismissed as lies. Even the soldiers assigned to guard me at the hospital looked at me with open contempt. Enzo truly was a masterful Don. With just a few sentences, he turned me into a laughingstock across the entire underworld. I did not bother trying to clear my name.

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.

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.”