Enema Punishment Stories Novels & Stories

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

I feel self conscious as he looks across my body but I manage to not curl up into an embarrassed ball. "So this is an enema kit, you fill it with warm water and squirt it into your asshole to clean out the poo. I'll show you and I've got a new one you can use," he says and I frown. "That sounds uncomfortable," I say and he shrugs. "It's not too bad, but it's better than having shit when you fuck," he says and I nod. He shows me how to do it and I copy as he lets the water into the toilet. I laugh at the noise and he starts giggling too. We both do it twice more and I have to admit it's satisfying to see the water come out clean.

I go into the bathroom and explain to Cole that Marcus is going to fuck me which he finds very exciting. "Do you need help with anything?" Cole asks when I get a spare enema kit from under the sink. "You get in the shower while I do this, I'll manage." I blush. Cole kisses my cheek and gets into the shower and starts washing himself. I fill the small bulb shaped thing with warm water and look at it with a grimace. I've only had to do this once before and I didn't enjoy it. I put one leg on the toilet seat and bend forward so I can insert the thin nozzle into my asshole and squeeze the water inside. Why did I think this was a good idea?

He muttered, crouching down to where I was, “When last did you have a bath.” Colors of embarrassment washed over me as I lifted my other arm and sniffled. I smelled worse then a pig, which was fitting as it’s feed was the last morsel of food I’d eaten before my punishment. “Stay.” Lenard whispered now, “This’ll only take a moment but it’ll hurt.”

The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher. The story was hot and was a tremendous turn-on for Elias. He had never really considered going that far, but the thought of it intrigued him. As the e-mails continued to come in, Elias saw that Selena had moved on to another story called "The Making of an Office Slut" which dealt with a female office executive, who was also blackmailed into submission by her secretary and was forced into performing various sexually degrading, painful, and humiliating acts.

“We'll need to make sure our customers understand there's a reason you're crying. Six strokes of the paddle will do it. Or." She gestures to the other woman again who raises the other hand. This one is gloved and holding a long, bulbous item. It takes me a minute to register. “We can let them know we're stretching a tighter than usual anal passage for their pleasure." The girl tenses her buttocks and I realize no one is making a sound now. Not a single one of them. Not even me. “You have until I finish my sentence to choose your punishment or you'll get both." “Please.”

I tried desperately to explain, "I didn't plagiarize. I really wrote all of it on the spot!" The second the words left my mouth, someone grabbed my head and smashed it to the floor. "You're still refusing to admit your crime?!" I kept shaking my head and trying to explain, but they dragged me back up and kicked the backs of my knees, forcing me to kneel. "Nancy, hurry up and apologize to Wendy! Beg her to forgive you! Otherwise, if Wendy refuses to pay our tuition because of you, we will all turn on you!" They beat me until I was covered in bruises, and the pain left me gasping for air.

Why didn't you die instead of Nate? Dylan tried to make excuses. "I didn't do anything! Did Nathan tell you something? I can understand that he didn't like me, but for him to slander me like this is unacceptable!" Dylan had been confined to his room these days and was in a very weak state. Kayla grabbed his throat and threw him down next to her parents with their broken legs. They immediately lunged at him and slapped his face viciously. "How dare you slander Nate! The day he came home, this was how you got him punished and had his right hand beaten, wasn't it?

" All right , dear . Granted. " I once read an article about a tribe that punish people by ignoring them. They'd look through you , pretending you did not exit . It normally would take long . They consider that alone is more painful than anyother punishment. Imagine no one talking to you . Passing through a hall of people and it seems you are invisible . That treatment alone would kill you. I mean , you would actually die .