Novel & Cerita Enema Punishment Stories

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.

Punish My Tits, Ma'am. (2) "Answer me, Now!" She barked at me. I shuddered, as my eyes met her hard glare. "No, Ma’am, I haven’t, but I have thought about it quite a bit. I’ve read stories online, that sort of thing, I admitted, feeling embarrassed. “Did you masturbate when you read those stories?” Alex asked. “Yes, Ma’am, every time,” I admitted. “Lift your tits higher for me. Offer them to me to punish, slut. You’re finally going to get the punishment you’ve been wanting for so long,” she instructed.

By 9:30 everything was ready and Master said we could have the next hour or so to get ready. Lisa asked if I wanted another cleansing enema today. I said I would. Sarah heard us and asked what we meant by cleansing enemas and why. Lisa told her it was good preparation if we knew it was likely we'd be ass fucked. Since both of our asses would be on the auction block later, it was inevitable we'd be fucked there, hence the enemas. "It enables us to clean a cock which has been in our ass," I said, remembering cleaning Master after he fucked my ass with Jerry in my cunt.

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.

The second stroke, I bite my lower lip. The third stroke, I begin to exhale loudly. The fourth stroke, I couldn't help but make a pained sound. The fifth stroke, I began to break out in a cold sweat. Finally, after the endless ordeal, the punishment was over. My lower lip was almost bitten through by me. It was only five strokes, but each swat made me want to scream in pain. As Mistress Hawthorne said, punishment doesn't show mercy. "This is the first punishment. If you make a mistake next time, then the punishment will be doubled. Be good." Mistress Beaumont said coldly. Her warning carried a merciless chill.

He asked. Punish, what a soft word for the thing that happened to me. I nod though. A punishment is a punishment no matter the severity. “You could say that. The punishment for consorts is a little weird. We are always taught to always, and I mean always, reflect on our actions. We have a reflection room. A small room not more than 5 feet wide. Fit for just one person. It was full of mirrors, different lengths, different sizes. We had to think in there for days and reflect. You would think it was nothing out of the ordinary, but it gets to you. Especially since there was no light there, only a small window. We don’t get to eat while we’re in there. Hunger, isolation, and mirrors aren’t the b

… Meanwhile, in the Patton family’s ancestral hall. Edward lay prone on a long bench while two enforcers held wooden paddles, coordinating perfectly to strike his buttocks. With each strike, Edward howled, “Dad, please save me! Mom, I'm dying, ah— Mom, help!” With every hit, he cried out in agony. As the punishment continued, he stopped shouting. His pants were drenched in blood, his face was deathly pale, and he was gasping for breath. The wide, sturdy wooden paddles relentlessly struck fifty lashes that seemed almost fatal.

was the best he could muster, his arousal evident even in his halting, two word response. "Okay, no problem. Well I guess I could finish telling you about some of the other times I've had to give a sponge bath. You wouldn't even believe how crude and graphic some grown men have been to me over the years. There was this one time, that this construction worker had broken both arms and one leg in a fall. I was assigned to give him a sponge bath, and well, by the time I got up the good leg, to his penis, it was starting to grow pretty fat and stand up from his body." Sue gripped the fully erect cock tighter, pulling it to a 90 degree angle, as if to demonstrate her point.

"She had the guts to actually have such a video on her phone and even the audacity to show it to a J.S.S 2 student! She is here today so that you can see and hear what she did and she'll also be punished right here in front of you!" Mr Ibrahim concluded as he collected his cane that he probably had soaked in water from one of our students. Jeez! Enny's life was finished, she would be beaten here and I could only imagine what she was going to face at home once this gets to her parents. Her dad was a retired soldier man and that man was so wicked, ehn. I never visited their flat whenever he was around, his stone face alone can make you wet yourself. Infact, I was already crying on her behalf,

"Why are you only telling me now?" Dad, who was driving, looked at me through the rearview mirror and sighed. "I was afraid you wouldn't be able to truly reflect on yourself in there. Now that you've learned to be obedient, you won't hurt Donny even if you know the truth." Reflect on myself? When I'd learned the truth back then, the only thing I had done was slap Donny across the face once, yet that had earned me three years of imprisonment. The endless rounds of bitter pills made me vomit violently, and the electroshock therapy frequently left me unconscious. And all of that was just their punishment for that one slap.