Erotic Punishment Stories Novels & Stories

he said while laying down on his back and motioning me to come up "and this is going to be your punishment" "It's fine by me" I replied, sat on him and placed his cucumber at the entrance of my vagina. "Damn" I said and watched as he closed his eyes and licked his lips as I started moving up and down on his cock. He placed his hands on my ass cheeks and push me harder on his cock. I couldn't take it in anymore, so I started moaning "Keep quiet or I'm going to punish you harder" "But it's too much" "I know. Just try to take it in quietly"

No CD. Victor and Marcus took Patricia which was right next to me, they punished her everywhere, one in her mouth, one in her ass. The sounds of skin slapping and gagging filled the hot suite. At one point, they made Patricia and I lie on top of each other, tits pressed together, while the men took turns fucking us. Whoever wasn’t fucking us was getting sucked or jerked off by the other. The nastiest part came near the end. They lined us up on our knees, side by side, faces up, mouths open. All four men stood over us stroking.

Nico settled in front, fingers gentle on her jaw. “Count,” Matteo ordered. The first slap landed on her ass—Luca’s hand, sharp. She yelped. “One.” Another. Harder. “Two!” Matteo’s palm replaced Luca’s, broader, meaner. She sobbed by ten, ass flaming, cunt dripping down her thighs. Luca laughed. “Look at that. Soaking already. Punishment turns you on, slut.” Nico slid beneath her, mouth on her clit—slow licks, teasing. Edging. Always edging.

The man was forced to stand in a horse stance position, his cock pointing nearly straight down, driving in and out of her sloppy slit. Next came the fingering... and boy, Paige wasn’t lying about those bony knuckles. The man, yes, did survive the ordeal and advanced to the next stage (though he remained scarred for life, never able to view his granny in the same light again). Here the game now turned to the final girl. Some redheaded pale lass. The host assisted her into the required position (supposedly a breach of conduct when others violated the touching rule, yet not here). She then begged for not only his cock, but his cum. And so the host pile-drove her into the floor boards. Rammed th

Precum leaked from my tip, mixing with her juices as she teased me, sliding my cock back and forth over her sensitive bud. Each stroke sent a jolt through me, my balls tightening as she worked me with her hand and hips. “Goddamn, baby,” I groaned, my head falling back. “You’re gonna make me lose it.” She smirked, loving the control, and kept rubbing my cock against her clit, her movements growing faster, her breath hitching. The slick friction was torture, her pussy so close but still out of reach. I couldn’t take it anymore. I slapped her ass, hard, the sound echoing in the room. She yelped, her eyes flashing with excitement, and her hips bucked forward.

“And what did you do?” I covered my mouth with both hands and shook my head like a desperate little girl who knew she was one warning away from getting detention in the form of denied orgasms. “Then be quiet,” he said. “Or I’ll make this worse.” Worse? Worse than that? Was that even allowed? Was that legal? But he didn’t wait. He went back in. And this time, it wasn’t slow. It wasn’t teasing. It wasn’t patient. It was punishment.

Lena pulled out when she ran out of breath, gasping and closing her eyes. He patted her head. “You did a perfect job. What a sweet slave you are….” he stroked his d*ck and yanked her up, turning her around to face the pole. "Extend your legs. Hold onto the pole tighter,” he ordered her, and she did so instantly. He slipped inside her honeypot before she had a chance to react. A faint groan escaped her lips. She winced at the pleasure she was experiencing. It was strange that one of her master's fascinating punishments was to have her f*cked. Other than getting flogged, she would probably want to be banged in other positions.

He circled around me, tracing the tip of the whip over my body, teasing and tantalizing me with its cold touch. "You'll learn to beg for me," he hissed, bringing the whip down upon my pu*sy with a loud crack. The pain was intense and I cried out in anguish, my body writhing against the chains that held me captive. Once again, the whistle of the whip cut through the air, lashed against my skin. Each strike brought with it a new wave of agony, and I felt my body starting to break under the relentless onslaught. The pain was unbearable, and yet I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal growing within me. Each strike seemed to bring with it a new wave of desire, as my body responded to

"This is Lisa. While Master punishes us, it's usually associated with sex. We've either already had sex, or will be having sex, or in the middle of our punishment, Master will give us an orgasm. Our bodies are flooded with endorphins. Not only does it mean that whatever he's doing will hurt less than if he was just smacking us around, we have safe words which we can use to either stop or reduce the intensity of our punishment. I've never had to use my safe word. Master is not trying to hurt us, but there's a close correlation between good pain and pleasure for us. Both Julia and I have had orgasms while being punished. What about you Lucia?" "I've also had orgasms while being punished," Luci

I was taking every inch of him, my pussy walls stretching and gripping the dark, heavy length of his shaft as I moved. "That's it, Blaire," he growled, his large hands digging into my hips, guiding the brutal pace. His fingers left deep, red marks on my skin as he hauled me down onto him again and again. "Ride it like you've been starving for it. I want to feel how much you've been wanting this. Tell me, you little slut, did my brother make you leak like this? Or was it the thought of me finally claiming what Manuel couldn't use?"