Family Punishment Story Novels & Stories

"I remember fishing at the river with Vermont once we were young. I hadn't finished my homework at that time, and my parents found out. They asked me to slaughter the fish I caught to teach me that I couldn't just play around and not do my homework. I was not able to eat fish after that. It feels like a sin." Stella was at a loss for words. 'Fuck. Why do I always remind him of his bad memories? I was also a playful child when I was younger, but the worst punishment I got from Mom was a few slaps on the hand and, occasionally, no dinner. How can any parent force their child to kill a fish because they don't want him to neglect his homework? What kind of parenting is that?'

He had succeeded in punishing me so bad. “Mom had tried to stop him but Papa was so pissed off he slapped her, then, he pounced on me, becoming feral. The last time I saw mom and Tony, it was when mom broke a vase on Papa’s head and gave me some money to run away. I came here knowing no one, and Charlie has been a friend and best friend for so long that she is literally my only family out of my not so ordinary one back at Shelter Valley,” I choke out, those heavy words burning down my throat, my tears rolling down my blotched cheeks.

"When are you going to grow and learn, huh? I'm so tired of understanding your antics! Now, look at the outcome of what you did! The video of you losing yourself outside that bakeshop was widely circulated all over Camden and national news, you're the talk of the town, and you even dragged our family! They're making fun of us! Just because of a goddamn girl you're going insane! Dad hit me again with a whip, and all I could do was scream in pain. I'm seated on a chair, my body tied to it, in an empty dark room with only a faint light bulb providing illumination. It's been seven years since I've been here; grandpa was the one who would always drag me down our house's empty dark basement, and w

A part of me felt like they lied just to get him off their building and care. The third time, he was expelled after he assaulted a maid there, violently. That was when our parents stopped pretending this was something therapy could fix. They sent him away. Far away. And for a while, there was silence. Then came the reports. He was charged for murder, killing an innocent person in cold blood. He was sentenced to life imprisonment. For my parents, that felt like relief even if it was sick to think He was contained and locked away. Then another report came.

The jealous, petty son, the stain on the family name. Vincent started lying about me. My parents ate it up. They locked me in the family sanatorium after that, ordered regular brutal punishments to “fix” my attitude, all while preaching it was for my own good. Used to yell and fight back, now I just close my eyes and wait for it to be over. The three of them huddled on the couch, laughing, like a real family. I stood in the corner, might as well have been a ghost.

he takes my hand and leads me to the basement of the building, where all the interrogations and torture took place, where I learned to show no mercy for traitors "One of our drug dealers had been robbing us for a while. a long time and reselling to other countries. What do we do with those who cheat?" “We punish,” I say coldly, seeing the man sitting in the chair and still unharmed from any injuries. We punish. That's what my family does. What my father always did. And that I now do with pleasure. “You will punish,” my dad says and kisses my temple. “Call me when you're done, and then we'll go home, Cosmo will stay with us until the end." I nod and watch my dad climb back up to the top of th

"That was going to be our punishment for having sex in my father's house. The whole family was allowed to look at our naked bodies while my father yelled at us. I innocently told him that we were married, and he really went into a rage and wanted to know how we got married. I was afraid to tell him more, but he made me. He even whipped my ass with a belt while I had to stand in that position and take a beating in front of everyone. When he was finished, he told me to get our marriage license, so I did. He looked at it and told us we were banned from his house." "We only had a few minutes to get dressed and get out. I went to my room while he stood over me and demanded I hurry up and finish d

Thomas was pulled away and fell to the ground, coughing violently. Pinned to the ground by several bailiffs, Dad was laughing maniacally. He laughed until there were tears, and the tears, mixed with blood, streaked down his face. In the end, Dad was sentenced to seven years in prison for negligent homicide. As for Thomas, because he was diagnosed with extremely dangerous congenital Antisocial Personality Disorder and exhibited high levels of aggression and harmfulness, he was stripped of normal custody rights. He was sent to a special children's psychiatric intervention facility.

He was said guilty for killing my friend and sexually abusing me, they put him in jail with a penalty of 20 years in jail. I said everything to mom, she cried hugging me. Apologizing ten thousand times for believing him and not knowing all about this, grandpa and Mary came to us, Mary apologized for her son's behaviour, she was guilty. I said it wasn't her mistake that he turned out to be a psychopath.

The poor kid had to have his jaw wired shut! It didn’t matter what I did, it wasn’t good enough. Not for my parents. Yet my brothers could do drugs, get caught having sex in the house and it was allowed. Two of my brothers had several children out of wedlock, no one cared. If I did that, the male would probably be gutted and hung from a telephone pole. “I am not getting pimped out to your friends, it’s not happening,” I said, turning to stomp away.