Erotic Punishment Stories Novels & Stories

I know exactly what I told her. “You said that you would bend me over, and fuck me from behind like I deserved. You said that bad little girls need to be punished by their Daddies. I’ve been a bad, bad girl. So, what are you going to do to me, Daddy?” She knows exactly what she’s doing. Maybe it’s the atmosphere of the night, maybe it’s the darkness. I don’t know what it is, but I snap. My mouth is crushing down on hers. My fingers are tangled in her hair, and pulling her closer towards me.

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

I rubbed harder, trying to make myself feel normal again. Eric kept going, his voice louder now, closer. “Thursday I want your mouth. I’ll stand in front of you, hold your head, and slide my dick between your lips while you talk about limits. Every time I get a problem right, I’ll push deeper. You’ll choke and drool all over your chin. Spit running down your neck, mixing with those hickeys . Then I’ll cum right on your tongue or paint your whole face. You’ll look so messy and used, Aiden. And you’ll still come back for more because you need the cash and you secretly love how dirty I make you feel.”

He asks once more his moist pink lips caressing my mark whilst he continues to tour the rim of my hole with his finger not entering merely teasing me. "Yes. But not too much." "And here?" His left palm grasps my right fleshy ass cheek kneading it softly as I whimper erotically grinding my damp cunt onto his finger that continues to tantalise me. "Is it not swollen?" I blush heavily as my dirty mind shoots forth images of me being bent over his knees whilst he punished me for disobedience. I had never thought I would gradually become addicted to his punishments but they are truly wicked and excite me in a way that I even look forward to them at times. A delectable mix of pleasure and pain has

he says and I go to the drawer to take out the chastity cage. "This is a cock cage or a chastity device. It stops you from getting an erection while wearing it," I explain and he looks at it with a curious face. "Does it hurt?" He asks. "Not really, only if it doesn't fit properly. It's just uncomfortable and stops you being able to cum." "What other punishments are there?" He asks me as he looks at the floggers on the wall. "I could make you kneel on rice. Or whip you. Or deny you pleasure."

He was just a man with a fully aroused penis, begging her to give him punishment for being fully erected. The woman shook the whip lightly onto his back. Just for a test. The eyes turned annoyed at her so she shook the whip more strongly for the second time and a soft moan came out from his mouth. “Again…” He asked. “I have been naughty… please punish me.” The third time the woman hit his back with the whip, The General crushed his mouth onto her pussy. He sucked the hell of her wet vagina and then he laid himself on the ground. His strong hands maneuvered her so she sat on his face.

I felt a cool metal brushing my already tender nipple. I moaned out loudly. “Quite,” Pedro commanded. A second clamp followed. The vibrator returned, pressing deeper now and even moving faster. I tried to close, but the cuffs held them wide apart. Another whip landed across my stomach. Pedro moves closer again, his finger gripped across my chin. “You said you wanted more of it.” So bitch this is what more feels like. The vibrator pressed harder again. The clamps pull with every breath I take. I felt the whip land across my hip again.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

Her pussy muscles gripped his cock back and he just as well groaned in response. After a while, Thaddeus lowered her to her feet and Erica waited while he kicked off his shoes and clothes gathered around his ankles then took her hand and led her towards his bedroom. Erica crackled once more when he threw her on the bed and came at her as well. He held her legs apart as he dropped to his knees and Erica exhaled a whooping howl as his tongue lapped over the pair of silver studs that decorated her clit. He roamed his tongue in and out of her cum-dripping orifice, burrowing his face as hard as he could against her velvet flesh. Erica whimpered hard, caressing his arm and head as he kept suck

I remembered the card Karen gave me this afternoon. Could I call the number? Could I be the first to ever claim abuse? Or was this an injustice like others I'd suffered, ones where resolution never came? The room blurred as more unshed tears raced for release. The entire scenario—Infidelity, Nox, and what he'd done—was embarrassing and degrading. I detested corporal punishment as a child—hated it—and yet at some point with Nox, it became erotic. My temples throbbed, ass hurt, and insides twisted with unfulfilled need. My body's reaction was as upsetting to me as his actions.