Enema Punishment Stories Novels & Stories

In the courtroom, Hannah Wright stared at me stubbornly, as if she were delicate yet resilient. She said with extreme anguish and pain, "When I was a child, my mother bought Rodney a big bag of mangoes. I was eyeing them greedily and took one, but before I could even take a bite out of it, she slapped me across the face. "Later, she made me kneel at the doorway for two hours until my legs were black and blue, yet she still wasn't satisfied. She even stripped my clothes off in front of everyone and whipped me, forcing me to admit that I was wrong.

He pushes the bottle in my ass and bends down, unscrews the cap and drinks the water from the bottle in my ass before removing it. “Time to shower,” Dominic announces. He turns the showerheads on and lowers the hook to release Trent from his suspension. “Get your sub and wash him while Gabriel and I wash one another,” Dominic orders. “You are going to give him his first enema while Gabriel and I give ourselves them.” I look at him and Dominic shows me the special enema heads and switch to turn them on. Permanent shower enemas! Gabriel had mentioned having one in his place, this room is equipped with ten all along the wall.

“Stand up and go to your punishment chair “ I got up and got on the chair,in the middle of the chair was a fixed on dildo,it was about 8 inches,she would make me sit on it without lube ,whenever I was naughty,but if I was good she would fuck herself on it before letting me sit,her wetness will make it easier for me. Knowing I was a bad boy,I just sat on it,tears filling my eyes as I lowered myself on the dildo,I bounced myself on it,in an attempt to get my body to lube it up a little,but she pushed me down,making it to forcefully plunge into my ass,I started full on crying.but I loved it..I missed it.

“Take this man and whip him on the ass 2850 times. Make sure he doesn’t die but gets hospitalized for at least 2850 hours.” “Ma’am, please!” he got up from the seat and begged her. “I’ll give you as much money as you want.” But Henry and Jericho grabbed him and dragged him away. “Is there a need to go that far?” Elena asked. “We’re teaching everyone a lesson through him,” Iva retorted. “But hitting him 2850 times isn’t just brutal. It feels sadistic,” Elena opined. “He reaped what he sowed,” Iva said and then left.

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.

"Someone already sent word. The second young master of the Johnson family said, as long as she's left breathing, play however you want." "I heard you used to like dunking other people's heads in toilets?" The inmate grinned hideously, dragging Elena like a dead dog toward the yellowed squat toilet in the corner. "Today, let's have you taste that too." "No! Don't! Help! Gavin! Kalen!" Elena cried out in despair, her nails scratching bloody trails on the floor. But no one was coming to save her. That was the method she once used to torture me; now, fate, like a giant boomerang, had stabbed fiercely back into her own body.

CHAPTER 42: The d-day Elena's POV Twenty lashes from a silver-tipped whip. The words echoed in my mind, over and over, like a death sentence being read aloud. I had heard the stories, of course. Everyone had. Whispers in the omega quarters about wolves who had undergone the same punishment in the past… the story was that they never remained the same. And most of them were warriors. Strong. Trained. Built to endure pain. And I was none of those things.

She looked down at the floor and I saw a tear roll from the end of her nose. "'Please, Luke' is not your safeword. Lift your leg onto the toilet seat or I'll use a different solution." She lifted her leg and I could see her knees trembling. I inserted the enema nozzle and she jerked as if the solution had hot pepper in it. Actually, I used a bit of peppermint along with a mild soap and warm water; it wouldn't hurt at all. I opened the valve. "Hold it in. I'll tell you when you can relieve yourself." Her tears turned to soft hiccups. I really thought she'd cave by now, but her stubborn brain was blocking her desire to end the humiliation. I moved her to the toilet and sat her down. Turning my

It had been spontaneous and exciting, but certainly not painful as his fingers rolled her clit, making her cum while his dick shot yet another load of cum into her ass. In the afternoon they did go down into the basement, but the activity down there consisted of him filling her bowels with warm water. He gave her three enemas, making her hold them for a long while as she cramped and pleaded to be allowed to void herself. After each one he had her release over the drain and then poured water down from the shower head to clean her and the floor. During the last one he had her stand facing the wall, hands up against it with her legs spread while he spanked her, and she whimpered and pleaded as

So I had terrible pain from the pressure on my back and the humiliation of him shaving me. Right now he's tied me to the punishment bench on my hands and knees so he can use me again. I didn't protest when he made me do an enema which hopefully means he'll be more gentle when he fucks me. "Such a good slave, your hole begs for my dick now doesn't it? You're a slut for me," Adrian says as he stands in front of my head, his erection rubbing against my lips. I don't open my mouth, partly because he didn't tell me to and partly because I don't want to taste him.