Enema Punishment Stories Novels & Stories

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.

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

The man I married three years ago had corroded like an aged pipe. He frequently sent for me, yet I sent Henley back with instructions I was resting or that I was tending to the baby. Dismissing Doctor Mathers a few days after giving birth, he had employed another stooge of a doctor who supplied him the painkilling liquids he craved. Laudanum, Chloroform and anything else with pain-relieving properties were being delivered every day. He even fired up the mercury steaming chamber once more. Futile attempts to cleanse his foul sins away.

I can truthfully say that I am not a fan of enemas, and if anything keeps me on the straight and narrow, an enema punishment would definitely be one of them. I have to admit that I do feel a bit lighter and less bloated, but the cramps that come with the procedure are not something that I prefer to do. Now, the way that Jace is taking charge and being his sexy Dominant self, punishing me in that awful way, and threatening me with ginger root, yep, I’m so horny for him that I’m happy to climb onto the bed and let him stick it where the sun doesn’t shine.

I braced myself for whatever was to come, knowing that there was no way out. I felt a sharp pain in my butt, Jason inserted a syringe into my anus. The moment the cool liquid started to flow into me, I knew what was happening. I had heard of syringe enema punishment before, but I never thought I would be on the receiving end of it. I tried to scream, but all that came out was a choked sob as I felt my insides being filled with water.

"Now you worthless fuck toy I am going to change into something more comfortable for the rest of the evening. You are not permitted to allow any of that water out until I return, do you understand?" "Yes My Lady" Graham's cock was painfully erect now, the nozzle of the enema bag was tickling his prostate gland, causing him to groan obscenely. The water in his guts was gurgling loudly as it flushed through his system, he was crying with the effort to control himself, conscious that a severe punishment would befall him if any of the water was to escape before his Lady returned. He could feel his stomach screaming out in pain as his muscles struggled to contain the water, damn it how long did i

"I'm showing you how to give yourself an enema, Janet, so that when you finally surrender your ass to Chen, you can present him with a clean one. After, you may wish to lick his cock clean. By cleansing yourself first, you won't be licking your shit off his dick." "I'm not sure I could lick his cock after he fucked my ass, Mistress." "Whether you do so or not will be up to you, slave, but you did say you'd like to try anilingus and I cannot for the life of me, see any difference between the two. In any case, it's easier to clean up afterward." "And you've done this for your own Master?" She asked. "After he's fucked me and fucked Lisa," I admitted. Since they hadn't had enemas in perhaps for

“Lube up our girl's ass and join the other two. You all three will come together or not at all. If you do, you will be punished the next time.” “Yes, sir!” We bark in unison like obedient soldiers. “Blue balls are bitch,” Ransom grumbles through clenched teeth. He has to be painfully hard by now because periodically Jase would reach beside him to stroke him briefly before going back to stroking himself. I don’t think I want one of Jase’s punishments if being edged is the punishment. Though I’m sure he’ll get creative with tailored punishment as well. He has always been good at non-sex punishments. I can’t imagine how much worse it is when sex is involved.

The cop flexed the whip to remind her prisoner not to get any ideas about resisting. Trish cried as she felt the nozzle enter her exposed anus and push its way in. Her audience laughed and made lewd jokes and comments as they watched and took pictures of the hapless American. Trish closed her eyes as the assistant unclipped the hose and the warm water flowed into her intestines. She winced at the increasing pressure as the bag emptied. After several minutes, the medical assistant pulled out the nozzle. Trish overheard the men placing bets over how many pellets would come out of her once she expelled the water. The prisoner remained on her elbows and knees, thinking to herself: this can't be

"I can't wait to see you big with my heir, pauper. You're going to be even more beautiful than you are now, and not much can top your beauty at the moment." She blushes and tries to turn away, but I don't allow it. Not wanting her to feel uncomfortable on the ride to the clinic, I give her something that she expects to come out of my mouth. "And in case you have forgotten, there's always a good ole enema to be had." My plan works, as I see her eyes widen as she slaps my chest. "Jarek! Oh, my God—I can't with you!" Her grin is all I need to know that I have her back in the right mindset.