Enema Punishment Stories Novels & Stories

Cody opened his mouth to speak but only a grunt came out, which brightened Hannah's already cheerful demeanor. Cody sat still as Hannah locked the posture collar onto his neck again and led him out of his cage by his leash to the enema rail. He tried to tell her that he hated this but again only a grunt came out. His owner secured his collar to the rail so that he was bent over and his ass was sticking up in the air. He felt several hard slaps on the inside of his thighs forcing the boy to spread his legs wide for her. Moments later he felt the nozzle being inserted and again his ass was filled from behind. While he was being filled with the first enema of the day, Cody could hear his owner

“Daddy is going to take all the bad away from your body. Every single toxin left inside. You just have to endure for a short time, and I will give you two credits for good behavior.” I could see him pull the enema bag and nozzle his way as he positioned himself behind me. I heard the snap of a bottle, some shuffling around, and the feel of a wet nozzle touching my anus. “Okay, I’m going to put this tube in this tiny little hole of yours. It will sting as it stretches you, but I want you to be a good girl and not give me any tears. Take it up the ass without a fight, and just know it won’t be the last thing spreading your hole wide.”

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

“Don, just days ago, she sold the wedding ring to raise money for your medicine. “A year ago, she sold the necklace that was your token of love… “Now that she’s sold the ring too, she’s truly at the end of her road… “Isn’t this punishment too harsh?” Zann’s face hardened instantly. “She’s my wife. I know what I’m doing! This punishment is about to end. “Wandi is highly sensitive. Even a day less of punishment could trigger her condition!” I staggered backward as my tears finally broke free. Everything I had done, in his eyes, was to avenge Wanda. And I was nothing more than a fool he could trample on.

he murmured, lips brushing the shell of my ear, “I know it wasn’t just my silence you noticed. And I also know the way talked about me with the others. All those… dirty little confessions.” Heat flooded my face, my pussy clenching hard enough to make me sway. “I—I’m sorry, Father… we didn’t mean—” He turned me slowly, back pressing into the shelves, his body a wall of heat and muscle trapping me. “Didn’t mean what, exactly?” he asked, voice velvet and steel, eyes dark with something that made my nipples tighten painfully against my habit. “Do you know,” he continued, leaning closer until his lips almost touched mine, “that even nuns get punished when they’re naughty?”