Good Punishments For Bets Novels & Stories

“You know that there is a punishment if you don’t go through with this bet.” A punishment. Of course, I understood how this game worked and I knew that if I didn’t do what was expected of me then I would have to suffer, but to go as far as getting an older man to fuck me. Wasn’t that a bit… “Are you passing?” Gabrielle asks. “If you are, then…” “No,” I say quickly. I didn’t have enough money to pay her and Alannah 1k each. “I’m going to do it.”

Alex asked softly when we walked out of the room. I nodded, not wanting to talk about it in front of Daisy. As per the rules of Alex’s casino, if you borrow money and you make a big win, you’re expected to pay the money back immediately. If you lose, you have a month to pay the money back. We have dealt with our fair share of addicts and assholes, but none of them beat the bastard John. Not only had he loaned money, he refused to pay it back when he made a win and then he dared to try and kill him.

"Today is April 3. If you don't break up with that man on June 3, you win the game. But you would lose the game if you two break up before the agreed date. As punishment, the loser would have to wear a bikini and dance in the Century Square!" "Okay!" Hazel agreed without hesitation. She then took her cellphone out of her pocket and asked Sunny to repeat the conditions of the bet. The recording would serve as the proof of their bet, in case Sunny planned to back out when she lost. "You just wait and see how I will punish you!" She sneered as she walked away. Looking at Hazel's receding figure, Sunny displayed a sly smile.

“Submission given under pressure is worthless to me.” The words settled heavily into my chest because I knew he meant them. I looked back down at the contract. Three months… Exclusivity, behavioral expectations, obedience during scenes, punishments for broken protocol. My stomach twisted violently at that word, punishment. “What kind?” I asked before I could stop myself, his eyes lifted slowly to mine. “There’s the curiosity again.” Heat climbed my throat. “I’m serious.” “So am I.” The air shifted. “Punishment depends on the rule broken,” he said calmly. “It can be denial. Restraint. Removal of privileges. Correction.”

“You’d better be mentally prepared… “Simon Zimmer, that b*stard, after losing several hundred million in our place, he wanted to cheat and was caught on the spot by us! “According to the rules, the gambling debt must be doubled and his fingers must be cut off!” Lilian and Mandy almost cried when they heard those words.

The pit boss, a man with a scar running down his cheek, walked over. The dealer dealt. Harper: Ace. King. Blackjack. "Payout is 3 to 2," Sebastian said calmly. The dealer looked at the pit boss. The pit boss nodded slowly. They pushed 7,500 euros toward Harper. "Again," Sebastian whispered. "Let it ride." "Are you crazy?" Harper hissed. "We have enough for the ring!" "Not yet," Sebastian’s eyes were locked on the shoe. "The count is still high. We punish them."