Hardcore Bdsm Punishment Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

Like me not getting what I want at the end is the real punishment. Every nerve in my body hums with frustration and need, but he remains unmoved, his touch withdrawing, leaving me on the brink but denied release. It's as if he's punishing me not just physically, but emotionally too, withholding the satisfaction I crave. The ache in my core only intensifies, a reminder of my own vulnerability in the face of his dominance. I had no idea Alpha Caden was this kinky. "One more whip of my belt, and you'll be coming on that couch. And baby, that is your punishment. You won’t be coming from my belt." He leaned in to whisper in my ear then suddenly stood.

Amelia’s knees felt weak as though they were jelly and she fell to her knees while she bowed her head to the floor. "Please, I'm still recuperating from the last lesson." His lesson was to force rough sex on her while he threw punches at her. He was the BDSM type, though she didn't enjoy a bit of the sex. He was stronger than her, as she was just a fragile human, and he forced himself upon her. His punches sometimes make her go unconscious for a while. Yet she tried hard to avoid his torture and she always begged frantically as she was doing at this moment until he silenced her saying