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He’s holding the baton. “Maybe she needs more motivation,” he rumbles. He brings the baton down across my thighs. The sting is sharp – different from the slaps, more focused, more intense. I scream around the cock in my mouth, my whole body jerking. “We can do this all night,” the leader warns, still fucking me, still pounding into me with relentless force. “Every time you lie, you get punished.” The baton comes down again. Across the backs of my thighs. Across the curve of my ass. Each strike leaves a line of fire on my skin.

His cock swelled further, veins starting to stand out along the length. “You like this?” she asked, pressing harder. “My heels crushing your useless cock?” “Yes,” Dante groaned. “It hurts so good.” Elara felt powerful. The rush made her head spin. She lifted one heel and brought it down again with more force. His balls flattened under the pressure. Dante’s hips jerked but the chains held him open. “Look at you,” she said. “The big dangerous man, chained up and leaking for his doctor. Pathetic.” She slapped his balls lightly with her fingers, then pressed her heel down again. Dante’s cock grew thicker, now fully semi-erect. The head glistened with more precum.

He warned. Then why the hell did he remove the tape? “Your punishment for today is me.” He uttered finally, after a moment of burning silence. Tonight, you don't get to feel pleasure, all you do is pleasure me until I'm satisfied. He leaned in again. “And princess, I'm almost never satisfied.” My face paled. His punishment was worse than what I had imagined—even though I had imagined being flogged, you know…those BDSM things. I never expected him to be so calculated in the punishment.

I gasped, but my legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him deeper. "Hurts? Good," he growled, his pace quickening, hips snapping with brutal force that made the bed creak. "Pain is your punishment. But feel how it mixes with pleasure? Your body's mine to torment." One hand slipped between us, fingers pinching my clit harshly before rubbing in rough circles. "Come for me, you filthy mate. Shatter around my cock while I fill you with my cum. This is for Lisa—ruining you like you ruined her."

“I am not always a cool person, Elena, and you know it. Don't make a joke out of it and don't ever make a fucking joke out of me.” I can't speak. Can't think. Can only try to bear as he fucks my ass so bad. Strong hands grip my hips as my asshole is brutalized. Oh Goodness! What did I fucking ask for?? This is clearly a punishment sex. My punishment sex! He's punishing me with very hard sex. He slams in and out of me with so much force that it feels I am turning in and out, but that is not enough for him. He drives his fingers into my pussy, one by one, till he has three fingers in as he pounds my ass and all I can do is moan and take it.

Her perfect plump bottom would be beautifully red before I fucked her hard from behind. I stopped fingering Tasha and thought for a moment about the last time we had done this before I announced her punishment. “We’ll start with seven. If you don’t count each one out loud or you cum before I am done, I will add more, and you won’t be fucked at all. Do you understand me, Tasha?” I asked. “Yes, Master. Punish me, please,” she begged. I began delivering her punishment and could smell her arousal building with each slap of the paddle against her creamy skin. When I delivered the final slap, she cried out. “Please, Master. Fuck me hard.”

With a final grin, he untied my ankles but left my wrists bound, flipping me on my knees in a modified doggy, my ass up, and my face down. He entered me from behind in one brutal thrust, filling me to the hilt. There was no gentleness now, this was hardcore, and intense. He pounded into me, with one of his hands gripping my hip hard enough to bruise, and the other fisting my hair to pull me back. Each slap of skin was punishing, and delicious. “You like that, don't you?” he groaned, then he spanked my ass lightly, the sting turning into sweetness.

“Sorry isn’t enough, you’ll be corrected.” My breath shuddered out. I wanted to resist, to fight but the truth was the word punishment sent lightning through my veins. Marcus made deliberate movements to a nearby desk, pulling open a drawer and returning with a black leather belt, coiled neatly in his large hand. My knees nearly gave away. “Bend over the desk.” I hesitated, only for a millisecond before moving, pressing my palms flat against the polished wooden table. My back was arched, my hair falling loosely around my face. My blouse stretched tight across my back, my lace panties on full display.

Like a rope-cutting blade police officers kept with themselves. "If this still looks fake, then maybe this will tell you that I'm not lying." Zara turned around and pushed down her pants. Once again, Cole turned his face from it, and yet, his gaze returned on its own because looking away felt more painful than facing it. Zara's bútt was crimson from wild slapping— oh no, not from hand slapping. But from something like barbed BDSM’ equipment that would cause puncture in the skin and leave the skin around it inflamed.

I heard Rowan say and I was pleased that I was able to please him even in the situation we were in. I felt someone touch my skin and he lifted my chin. It was Matteo. "You know you're about to get punished, right?" "Yes, sir," I breathed out. I was a bit nervous as I wondered if I was going to be able to handle it. Matteo had assured me that they were going to ease me into the BDSM lifestyle. Did that include the punishments too? "Why am I punishing you?" "Because I lied to you, sir." "And?" I frowned. I don't recall doing any other thing that would warrant punishment.