Family Punishment Story Novels & Stories

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.

They even put on a show in their hometown, the small county. They had their grandparents and parents sit on that street that they were at and cried their hearts out. "What sins have the Payne family committed? We had fed him, clothed him, and put him through college. In the end, he did all sorts of heinous acts."

Moments later, overwhelmed by the sight of blood, he fainted on the spot. Ambulance and police sirens soon filled the area, taking both of them away like a pair of lunatics. Afterward, the Hale family collapsed under Juniper’s retaliation and was pushed to the brink of bankruptcy. My parents tried to guilt-trip me one last time, but I directly exposed years of evidence showing how they had mistreated me. I told them that if they didn’t want to spend their old age being spat on for their actions, they should learn to stay out of my life.

I hoped that with all the males living in the house being punished for their crimes as well, that would calm everyone before real trouble began. “Yes you did. Your actions have consequences, and this is what those are. Ten people are being whipped tomorrow. Five others were whipped today, by their own parents. Four people are being kicked out of the pack house. Most importantly, a young girl almost DIED because of you! I certainly hope all of you are proud of your selves. I hope you’re all happy with the lives you have damaged for your own selfishness, and foolish behavior.” I growled. “Rowen….I…I am so ssssorry.” Gina stuttered as she sniffled. I could smell her tears.

"What kind of consequences?" "When I was ten, I got a bad grade in school. Marcus made me stand in his study for six hours without moving. No food. No water. No bathroom breaks. He said discipline builds character." Elara's chest tightens. "That is abuse." "That was normal in my world. All the kids I knew with families like ours, they had similar stories. Fathers who demanded perfection. Who punished weakness. Who prepared us to inherit empires built on blood." "How did you survive it?"

Shane reprimanded her immediately, "You're a lady. How can you slap someone like that? Have you forgotten everything I taught you?" "That's right, Sasha. Look carefully. This is Woody. Didn't you use to admire him? How could you slap him?" Mindy also joined in reprimanding Sasha. Sasha retorted angrily, "I was young and naive then. That's why I admired an irresponsible bastard like him. He was the one who committed the crime, but all of us had to pay for it while he took it easy in jail! "Dad had to set aside his pride and beg Kurt on his knees to get that letter of forgiveness. We even had to sell the house and borrow money from a loan shark. Then, we lived in poverty like beggars.

It always came right before punishments that left me shaking. They'd lash me with a whip coated in pepper spray or shock me with the taser until my body spasmed uncontrollably. The whole time, they'd howl with laughter, mocking me, a privileged family's son, for having less pride than their pet dogs. "Mrs. Seymour, Zach's behavior is beyond disappointing. The fact that he's gone this far just to avoid punishment is despicable! I suggest we extend his 'study' period until he learns some obedience and manners."

’ ‘He told him a big story he would never forget in his life. ‘And what was the story mum?’ she asked in enthusiasm. ‘You sure you want to hear it?’ She asked. ‘Why not mum?’ ‘You grandfather told him this story…. There was a boy who lived with his grandfather in a country side. He was sent to stay with his grandfather by his parents as he was a very mischievous boy. The punishment never had any impact on him because he still went on living his rough life. This boy would always play with crackers and he was always warned by his granny many times to stop that but he wouldn’t relent. He would always say ‘I’m sorry’ to his granny. One day, his granny went out for a walk and the boy was left alo

Matan kept quiet trying to digest this fact but his fists clenched at his side. “I was fourteen when I received my first punishment. My parents were helpless, it was as if they were puppets held by a string. My father was too much of a coward, he values his luxury more than he values his wife and child, I think. I wanted to stay away from my grandfather and live elsewhere but no one ever defies his orders. I learned to live with fear and did my best not to fail again but of course, luck was not on my side. Five more followed that punishment but on the last one, I did it on purpose because I thought I was grown enough to fight back. What a fool I was back then. His loyal minions shackled me a