Erotic Punishment Stories Novels & Stories

It was the exact reason our joint scenes were so intoxicating. I grabbed the heavy leather whip from the nearby workstation. "I'm going to give you ten lashes while you suck my friend's cock," I ordered. "Yes, Master," she whimpered. Eros gently caressed her face and flushed cheeks with his fingers before massaging his own hardening length. "Open your mouth," he commanded, and she complied instantly.

three times in two weeks. Rachel, twenty-eight, who'd brought her husband for "erectile dysfunction therapy" and now came alone twice a week. Elena, twenty-five, whose boyfriend couldn't make her squirt....but Dr. Stone could, and now she was addicted to the sensation. They all knew why they were there. All knew what happened behind that closed office door. All knew they couldn't stop coming back. One by one, they were called in. One by one, they were thoroughly fucked.

slam-slam-slam, never slowing. Another crack of the flogger came across my inner thighs. “Again,” the leashed man ordered. “Come again, you greedy little slut. Show everyone how much you need this.” I couldn’t fight it. The second orgasm built too fast….riding the brutal thrusts, the stinging lashes, the endless vibration. I screamed when it hit…my body convulsing, chains rattling, pussy gushing again around the massive dildo still hammering into me. They laughed dark and satisfied.

I gasp and moan, unable to hold back the raw, primal need building inside me. Several moans spill out of my clenched teeth as I tremble viciously under his whip. I feel so delirious, that I can only beg him to give me pleasure. “Five. More, Ah! Yes,” Each lash against my skin deepens my arousal. I feel myself slipping into a realm of sensations, losing touch with reality as pleasure and pain intertwine. At this moment, I embody the heroines of the steamy novels I've read about. Their passion and submission become my reality as my body responds eagerly, craving more of the exquisite torment that brings me closer to an ecstatic edge.

I coated my saliva over the tip and continued massaging it. "Fuck! You know how to make one feel good, you little slut," he growled, and I continued to make him feel better by massaging and sucking his cock. His hand reached out and grabbed my breast over the top I was wearing, with nothing underneath. I was turned on myself, but pleasuring him came first, because when it came to him doing vice versa, I forgot the existence of my friend or the fact that I was doing the forbidden with her father. "Go faster!" he grumbled, pushing my head down more.

“There are rules to being a dominant, you will always do as I say, you will never say no to whatever I say during this three days or there will be purnishment. “ Purnishment? I asked. “ Yes, purnishments like flogging, cane or not even making you come when you are at your climax and you dare not try to masturbate except I tell you to. If you try it, you might be starve for doing that” “ What? She open her eyes wide? Are telling me all of this to discourage me? I asked.

As we lay in bed that night, my slave snuggled against me, I asked about her behavior. "What happened tonight?" "You mean the punishment?" "Yes." "I can't say for certain, sir. Going to Mistress Dark's and seeing Slut get caned was part of it. Another part is many times I've read in my books that pain and pleasure are closely intertwined. Given Slut didn't make a sound as she was punished, I realized I might be capable of more than I thought I was. I decided to find out. So, I wanted you to punish me as hard as I thought I could stand and see what happened. I was pleasantly surprised to find the heat from my punishment arousing me, and even cumming as you whipped my cunt. I enjoyed it more t

She leaned forward, eager to learn more. Could I tell her about Richard’s playroom? “It’s . . . amazing. I’ve never had better orgasms in my life.” I told her about my love of bondage and sexual submission. I explained that losing control, giving him the power gave me more freedom to embrace the sensuous, erotic feelings and to let go. The combination of pain mixed with the pleasure added spice—like hot sauce—to the experience. I didn’t delve into my personal need for punishment. Roman knew I struggled with ethics of acquitting evil men and women.

He begins to swirl the juices around my hole, and my thighs clench in response. “Do you know what happens to naughty girls who don’t listen, Autumn?” My entire body tenses as his finger slowly encircles my backdoor. My cunt is pulsing, swollen. More than anything, I want to rub my clit, but I know I’m in enough trouble as it is. “They get punished,” he continues, shoving his fingers deeper down my throat. “And because your perky little bum is already cherry red, I guess I’m going to have to punish you another way, won’t I?”

“I…I can’t..oh god, Daddy, please!” The word Daddy cracked across the room. Gasps. Whispers. Eric’s smirk was dark and merciless. “That’s right. Beg for it… Let them hear you.” Her sobs turned to cries, her body shuddering as he punished her with relentless thrusts. The rope bit into her skin, every knot rubbing her raw and tender until she was writhing in helpless bliss. Eric slammed into her once, twice, three times…then ground deep, holding her there. “Come. Right now. Show them.”