Enema Punishment Stories Novels & Stories

"I'm a worthless bully. I deserve this." "Louder. Tell them you want to be punished.", I said calmly, nudging him towards the camera as I slipped the gag off slightly. "I'm worthless and I deserve to be punished by my queen", he repeated, voice cracking. I made him turn, spread his ass, and beg strangers online to watch him get used by me. "Xavier. Sit", I ordered, gesturing like I was talking to a dog. The humiliating phrase and gesture made his cock twitch. I kept the stream live, letting the comments roll in while I circled him, smacking his ass and tugging the gag strap.

What was wrong with me? “You got drunk after only a few shots of whiskey. Why didn’t you warn me that you were becoming so weak? Do you have any idea what will happen if other people start to notice?” His fist hit the desk so hard that the wood cracked loudly, making me cringe and filling me with the urge to flee.

"And to drink?" He breaths out like he's been holding his breath. "Good to see you've returned." "From insanity? Barely." I tens as he dabs the alcohol soaked towel to my wounded knees. How long was I out there? "You know what you did back there used to be a form of punishment. I've heard stories about children having to knee on grains of rice or pebbles or just the bare floor for their sins or whatever nonsense some adult deemed worth to hurt them. After only a few minutes it can cause pain, but after a while your skin takes shape around it or breaks, leaving dimples and small cuts behind. I've never seen someone actually do it, and as much as I love the idea of you being submissive to me,

I read and raised my brow at Alpha Enzo. “Punishment? What kind of punishment are we talking about here?” I asked, not believing I had involved myself in such a mess. Alpha Enzo’s lips curled into a smile. “Keep reading,” he urged, and I swallowed hard before going back to the document. “Punishments include spanking, kneeling, and sexual tension and torture,” I read aloud, glaring at him. “You shouldn’t worry about that. I won’t do anything to harm you,” he smirked while my frown deepened.

"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.

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The pain was excruciatingly bad. But it wasn't as bad as the first time he had whipped himself years ago. The method he got from an ancient book where ancient people used to whip their own backs to do penance. Rafe thought whipping his own back could also help him shake off the sadness and regret that haunted his heart every time he lost control of his body because of all his uncontrollable emotions.

“It’s too big! Ahhh… fuck!” “You can take it,” Jess cooed, sucking on my nipples hard. “Good girl… all the way in.” Once the nozzle was buried deep, warm glycerine solution began flooding my bowels. My belly swelled visibly as liter after liter poured inside. I whimpered and squirmed. “Take every drop,” Freya ordered, spanking my ass sharply. “This is what happens to naughty wives who don’t take care of their bodies. Doctor has to punish this dirty ass.”

“I thought about what would be a good punishment to give.” “…….” Punishment? The punishment he said he’d give me earlier. The man tilted his head, looked at the showerhead, then turned it and took it out of the shower hose. Water that didn’t reach the showerhead overflowed and splashed onto the floor. “Let’s try an enema.” “What?” “Lie face down.” Was an enema the same as what I knew? I hesitated, not understanding why he was talking about it after removing the shower hose.

+150 points. Then came the enema. It was humiliating, uncomfortable, and deeply intimate. He supervised the entire process, his eyes a cold, assessing blue, his presence a constant, oppressive weight. I had to hold the water, my stomach cramping, my body trembling with the effort of not letting go until he gave me permission. When he finally let me empty myself, it was a profound relief, but also a deep, soul-crushing shame. [Task 2: COMPLETE. +150 points.]