Enema Punishment Novels & Stories

He continued to do his thing until I felt something belt up in me. “So-meth-ing i-s com-ing out D-errik.” “Aaaaaaaah!!” I gave out the final shout as I reached my peak and c*mmed so hard my body was shaking. I couldn't look him in the eye after the whole session. If this was the punishment I would get anytime I slapped him, then I would do that everytime. Get a hold of yourself Andrea. You are losing it “The next punishment wouldn't be this simple Andrea.” He winked as he went to the washroom.

“You will get thirty strokes. Since this is a punishment they will be hard and they will hurt. The punishment is for all the mistakes you have made the past four weeks so after this every mistake will be forgiven and forgotten. This room is soundproof so no one will hear you. If it gets too intense you will have a safeword. For now the words are green for okay, yellow for slow down and red for stop. Do you understand?” “Yes sir.” I squeak out. “Recite what I just told you.” “Green for okay. Yellow for slow down and red for stop.” “Good. What color are you now?” He asks me as his hand lightly caresses my bare bottom. I think for a moment. I think I am all right at the moment even if I am feel

I go into the bathroom and explain to Cole that Marcus is going to fuck me which he finds very exciting. "Do you need help with anything?" Cole asks when I get a spare enema kit from under the sink. "You get in the shower while I do this, I'll manage." I blush. Cole kisses my cheek and gets into the shower and starts washing himself. I fill the small bulb shaped thing with warm water and look at it with a grimace. I've only had to do this once before and I didn't enjoy it. I put one leg on the toilet seat and bend forward so I can insert the thin nozzle into my asshole and squeeze the water inside. Why did I think this was a good idea?

As I was dragged away by two large men, the last thing I saw was Bianca leaning into Enzo's chest, the corner of her mouth quirked up in a victorious smirk. The punishment took place in the basement. Enzo didn't come down—Mafia rules. Punishment within the family is usually carried out by subordinates; having the Boss present would only make the enforcer hold back. The whip was dipped in salt water. It made a dull thud every time it struck my back. I bit through my lip on the first lash, the taste of rust spreading in my mouth. By the tenth lash, my consciousness began to blur. I stared fixably at a water stain on the opposite wall, counting silently in my head.

"What have you seen, tell me?" "A few months back, he ordered his submissive to give him a blow job in front of everybody and also punished her on the stage in front of everybody. He dropped the hot wax on every part of her body and then removed the dried wax by whipping her." Chills rushed down my spine as Eve told me all this and her words made me shudder. Ethan had told me that he used to punish his submissive in public, but now after knowing how he used to punish them, I'm frightened.

"Public punishment where all can witness what happens to those who deceive the crown. This satisfies the demand for visible consequences while preserving her life for the investigation that must be completed." I saw Elena swaying on her feet in the center of the room, her face draining of color. But I forced myself not to look at her directly, not to acknowledge the way the mate bond twisted viciously in my chest. As I said what needed to be said. "Twenty lashes from a silver-tipped whip," I continued mercilessly. "Administered publicly. Witnessed by all. Each strikes a reminder that no one deceives this crown without suffering for it." "Twenty lashes… let's not talk about the wolfbane, but

I feel so relieved. When I think, he’s done, he stands behind me and says, squeezing my buttocks. “I know, you’re exhausted, but still you’ve to take whatever I give you.” He pulls his jeans down and grinds his hard dick against my ass after pulling out the plug and hurling it. “And you know during your punishment, where my dick goes.” In my asshole. He never fucks my pussy during my punishment. It’s a rule which I hate. Because after all the arousal from punishment, I yearn to feel him inside my pussy.

His expression was devoid of any warmth, just clear disdain. As soon as I was done serving all three of them, I walked back to where I had stood before. "Kneel," Alexander commanded, his voice filled with spite. Why couldn't he just kill me? This humiliation was worse than a shot to the head, but there was nothing I could do. This was my fate now, to be punished in place of Aria.

System: “Task failed. Considering that it is your first time, the punishment will now not be too intense, don’t worry. Now announcing the punishment: Stare out the window at the end of the corridor with Jeff Greg for five minutes. Eyes need to be cushy and the gaze must be held. No movement is allowed withinside the route of this period. If this fails, it will be extended to one hour.” In the subsequent 2nd, Ryan Dixon determined that he need to now not manage his body. His body unexpectedly started out to act on its very personal and it felt very abnormal. He needs to handiest watch himself capture Jeff Greg’s hand, drags him to the end of the corridor and turn to look out the window in adv

My mother wiped away her tears and said threateningly, "Go sit in the corner right now and write a five-thousand-word essay reflecting on your behavior! I won't let your sister out if you don't finish it!" "Mom…" "Start writing now!" I could hear Joe’s despairing voice outside the coffin, along with the rustling of pen on paper. I lost all hope. There was no more oxygen inside the coffin and I started to hallucinate. It felt like millions of bugs were gnawing into my limbs in the dark and all I could do was lie down inside the coffin with my mouth helplessly agape. When I stopped struggling inside the coffin, I finally felt the intense pain coming from my broken fingernails, which were hurt