Erotic Punishment Stories Novels & Stories

He murmured as he sucked on my clit and his thumb pushed inside me. I moaned, feeling my pûssy walls contracting as I was about to come. But his mouth left and he pulled his thumb back. And before I could complain he slapped my pûssy with his palm and a loud wet smack echoed around us making me flush in embarrassment. I whimpered, a soft squeak leaving my lips. “Defiance won’t bring you pleasure, Erica.” The deep arousal in his words faded away and I understood that he was just playing with me. This was my punishment, keeping me on the edge, not giving me pleasure.

His gaze burned me as I watched his eyes trailed down to my throbbing hole. “Look at how soaking wet you are down there. Your pussy must’ve really enjoyed the toy so much.” His fingers brushed over my panties grazing my clit and an acute feeling of pleasure jolted up my spine. I arched my back, my hips moving forward as if begging him to touch me more. “You failed again today Clara, it seems you must really enjoy these punishments.” “I’m sorry sir,” I shuddered. He leaned in, his lips at my ear. “Sorry isn’t enough, you’ll be corrected.”

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

Emma moaned loud, her tied body jerking on the desk. "Harder, Daddy! Fuck my pussy harder!" she cried out, her perky tits shaking. I slapped her ass cheek with a loud crack, then pulled back and drove into Lila again, pounding her from behind while she ground her ass into me. Back and forth I went, alternating between the twins. Into Emma's tight pussy for a dozen hard thrusts, slapping her ass red, then yanking out to bury myself in Lila's wet cunt, pounding her curvy body while she moaned and begged.

I felt a surge of pain as he pushed his hand down my pants, his fingers probing my already sore vagina. I cried out in pain in his mouth, trying to push him away, but he was relentless and kept thrusting his fingers in and out of me, grinning to himself. He was like a man possessed, driven by a madness that I couldn't understand. Tears streamed down my face as Eric's fingers plunged into me painfully, his hands choking me. I felt like a slut, a toy made for his satisfaction, there was no atom of affection in his eyes. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Eric released me, his chest heaving with relief and his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He brought his fingers to his mouth and lick

"Slap her tits. Make her moan for it." One of the men reached under me and slapped my hanging breasts, the sharp sting making my nipples tighten. José kept spanking my ass between thrusts, the sound mixing with the wet slap of skin on skin. The man beneath me thrust upward harder, his cock bottoming out with every stroke while the one in my throat fucked my face without mercy. I came again, harder this time, my scream muffled around the cock stretching my lips. My juices sprayed out around the shaft in my pussy, running down my thighs. Kyle's breathing turned into ragged gasps. "Fill her up. Cum in all three holes."

I glanced over my shoulder to see him holding a soft leather flogger with wide falls. “Ten strokes,” he announced. “For teasing me. For making me lose control. Count them.” The first strike landed without warning across my ass with a sharp, stinging thud. It wasn’t too hard but it was hard enough to make me jolt and moan and moan at the same time. Heat bloomed across my skin. “One,” I gasped. By the fifth stroke, my skin was warm and tingling, the pain melting into a deep, throbbing pleasure that made my pussy drip onto the bench. My ass was on fire but I was panting and pushing back for more.

she sobbed. He thrust deeper, harder. “Wrong answer.” “Y-yours! It’s yours!” she cried into the paper. “Better,” he grunted, his pace quickening into a relentless pounding. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing her mercilessly as he fucked her from behind. It was too much. The dual stimulation, the forbidden act, the constant fear of the door opening… she was shattering. Her orgasm ripped through her, a silent, violent convulsion.

She felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine at the sight of the flogger, its tails swinging gently in the breeze. "Are you ready for this, my love?" he whispered in her ear. She nodded, unable to speak. He smiled, the expression in his eyes promising pleasure and pain in equal measure. Slowly, deliberately, he began to swing the flogger, the soft leather tails tickling her skin before making contact with her bare bottom. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before; it was both thrilling and terrifying. She felt his hand on her hip, guiding her body as he continued to strike, the impact of the flogger growing more intense with each swing.

“But you hesitated and that earned a punishment.” He sat on the leather couch and patted his lap, signaling me to come to him. I draped myself across his lap, my bare breasts pressing against the cool leather. His big hand smoothed over my cheeks once, almost gently, then a sharp sting that made me gasp. He spanked me again and again. By the tenth strike, I was squirming, thighs rubbing together, and embarrassingly wet. Damien’s cock strained hard against my stomach. His fingers dipped between my legs and stroked my soaked cunt.