Erotic Punishment Stories Novels & Stories

“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.

he asked as he kept pounding harder inside me. ‎"I love it!" I exclaimed as my pussy tightened around him. ‎"This pussy is mine now." he groaned and spanked my thighs, hard. "Say your pussy is mine alone," he ordered. ‎"Yes, yes. My pussy is yours now. Yours alone." I scream. ‎And with one last powerful thrust on my pussy, I cum hard. He had yet to cum, so he kept on fucking me. I can feel my juices oozing and sloshing out as he continues punishing my cunt.

Eric watched me intently with dark, lust-filled eyes and inhaled a deep breath, satisfied. He spun me around again and pushed my back against the wall, his mouth claiming mine in a deep, fervent kiss. I couldn't resist him anymore, all my inhibitions were gone. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and moaning into the kiss. We clung so tightly to each other and I felt his cock pulsating as it pressed against my belly. Eric gripped my thighs and pinned me harder to the wall, his lips still locked on mine. But just as things were getting more and more heated, he suddenly pulled away and mouthed, "I think that's enough punishment for tonight, tigress."

Petrov trailed his hand back to the boy's puckered hole as he asked, "Do you usually watch p**n or just use your imagination when you jerk off?" Tim jerked a little as Petrov trailed a finger over his asshole, but answered honestly, "I usually watch p**n or read erotic stories, doctor." Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?"

“Very nice and clean today, Eva. Not like the last time when you were lazy. Do you still want me to touch you there?” I groaned assent. It was then he planted a slap on my tender flesh. I stiffened from the shock, but the sting was immediately followed by a wave of hot pleasure. He spanked my vulva again. This time I sighed and opened my legs wider. “You are a wicked girl,” he announced coolly. “You’ve deprived your lover of the pleasure of arousing you. There’s only one way to control your lust. I want you to get a composition book and record all the times you masturbate while thinking of me. Describe every thought and deed in filthy, explicit detail. When we meet again, you’ll stand before

“You like the pain. You like knowing I’m ruining this hole because you deceived me. Your ass is mine, Cynthia.” She did. The pain was a bright, sharp wire, but beneath it, a deep, perverse pleasure was building. The fullness was immense, overwhelming. Each thrust rocked her entire body, sending shockwaves through her core. Her neglected pussy was clenching empty, aching, but the attention to her ass was a different, darker thrill. “Yes,” she moaned, the word breaking on a sob. “It’s yours. It’s all yours.” “Tell me,” he demanded, his pace increasing, becoming rougher. “Tell me what a lying slut you are.”

"You're going to take my cock like the lying little slut you are." He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. He used his other hand to line his cock up with my pussy and then he thrust into me hard. I cried out as his cock stretched me, the movement jarring my bruised ass. He started fucking me with deep, punishing strokes. Each thrust pushed my sore ass against his hips, sending a fresh wave of pain and pleasure through me. "You like this?" he grunted, his grip on my hair tightening. "You like being punished? You like my cock in your pussy while your ass is red and raw from my belt?"

I commanded with a firm look, staying on my back as I moved my feet and placed it on her pussy, rubbing on the outsides as she moaned loudly as she moved the bottle in and out of her. I moved my leg, pushing her hand away as I placed it on the bottle and pressed everything inside, “ Ohh fuck!” She screamed, moving as she tried to move my legs but Eric stood up and held her hands behind her. I smiled, enjoying what I was doing as I sat up and I started moving it faster inside of her, seeing that her pussy grew to accommodate it, she couldn't as she cried out in pain, pushing at Eric to stop. Pak! “ Shut the fuck up.” He said, giving her a hard slap against her face, she was startled.

I yelped, the sting blooming into heat that shot straight to my clit. “Count them,” she ordered. “One,” I gasped. Another smack, harder, on the other cheek. “Two.” She alternated, each slap leaving my skin tingling and red, my pussy leaking down my thighs. By ten, I was sobbing, hips rocking back for more, the pain twisting into exquisite pleasure. “Look at you,” Lucia murmured, her fingers dipping between my legs to spread my wetness. “Your cunt is weeping for me. You love being punished, don’t you?”

In my submission, I have found a purpose that I never knew I needed. Every act of submission, every punishment melted out when I falter, only deepens my commitment to him. Each one is a lesson, a reminder of who I am and what I am here for. The pain, the pleasure, the control—it all blurs together into a symphony of sensations that I have come to crave. His punishments are not just corrections; they are affirmations of our bond. Each strike, each harsh word, is a reminder that I am his, completely and utterly. The physical boundaries of the manor are mirrored in the emotional and psychological boundaries he has set, all of which serve to strengthen the bond between us.