Husband Punishment Novels & Stories

She chuckled making him frown again “Even in punishment you had set a boundary?….It should be decided by the person who wants to punish, not by the bearer.” The fire of revenge burning inside her. Where her dignity was crushed. For the past one hour those memories haunted her again. She was not in her right state or can say in the worst state. Today she decided to take REVENGE through PUNISHMENT which was like a daily chore for her husband. Who liked to crush everyone for his own selfish reason whether it was good or bad.

I cheated on my husband with a man almost double my age and now my own husband has taken me against my consent hurting me physically and emotionally almost scarring me. Is that I am being punished? I thought about the instances sobbing my husband slept on me putting his whole weight on me. He moved in his sleep and jerked hard at the pain it caused when he hurt me where me bit me paining all the bruises. He hurt me more than I could ever think. I never thought of getting raped in the safety of my own home and by the person who swear to stay by me, protect me and respect me. Life is one unfair bitch and it it hits you when you are down. There were already problems in my marriage life and then

It wasn’t the first time it’s happened, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. I’m useless in many different ways and one of them is having whack pussy, according to my husband. He says I can’t satisfy him, so he needs to do whatever it takes. He says that I’m expected to give in to him anytime he wants; that’s what marriage is about. My head gets pulled back further, and I can’t do anything other than step away from the stove. “If you continue to piss me off, you know what will happen. You will spend some time in the basement. Then what would happen to your precious Zara?” That’s it, that’s the threat that always gets to me. He will lock me in the basement, and Zara will be left to fend for her

I raised my voice due to anger but the buffoon still wasn't able to catch it. He nodded his head frantically, "Yes. I'm sure they will forgive you. Let me tell you something, in this family, they are the real rulers. You might not know as you have lived as a commoner all these time before you were brought back here but your behaviour there was utterly disgraceful. If it was before, you would be locked in your room and given house arrest by your husband but since we aren't married yet, I can give you that punishment until we do. In response to..." "Tell me something Coward... Oh sorry, I meant Howard, I'm what way do you think you are better than my man? Tell me." I crossed my arms, staring a

Hooked up with anyone who looked his way—except Cindy. He iced her out, blamed her for me not forgiving him. As for the baby? He sent money. That's it. Never showed his face. Cindy lost it. Went full public with the affair, spilled all the dirty laundry from our marriage. Peter shut it down fast. Sued her, too. She cracked. Like, completely snapped. One snowy day, she stabbed him. He bled out in the snow—bright red everywhere—but still wouldn't go to the hospital.

My lovely mate and wife Hazel Suarez, I see from the time I came here you didn't wrote me any letter to know my well-being. Are you dead there? Or you are fucking with someone else? If I get to know that my lovely wife did something opposite to my rules and tried to break them then I will make sure I repeat I will make sure to break your legs just like you would break my rules. And will burn your beautiful smooth legs after that. So make sure to stay away from any man and not go break rules. Consider about yourself giving to me when I will return back and reply to my letter as soon as possible or else you know the consequences. -Your loving husband and mate

I retorted staring directly into his eyes, he was a bit shocked at my behavior. "What makes you say that?" "You think I don't remember how you treated me, let me remind you on your acts of wickedness,...." FLASHBACK "I'm going to punish you for accepting to be my wife" he growls holding his belt in his hands, he whipped me so hard until my body was limp. "Stop please" I stuttered as I coughed out blood. "You pig take my piss" he urinated on my sore body, I've never been this humiliated before.

A kiss mark, dark and unmistakable, still fresh. Something flickered behind Lucas's eyes. Without a word, he lifted a hand and ran his fingers over the mark. A sting flared along my neck. I smacked his hand away. "Christ, Lucas, it's barely seven in the morning. What's your problem?" "Out all night. And then you walk in here wearing that." "Ivy. As your husband, I think I'm entitled to an explanation." I looked at him like I'd heard a joke. "Husband? Are you serious right now, Lucas?"

He stood up sharply, his gaze piercing. “You don’t need to worry about your mother,” he said firmly. “And I do have the right to forbid you—because I’m your husband.” He sat back down, poured himself a glass of water, and took a slow sip. Those last words—I’m your husband—hit Isabella harder than she expected. Her heart gave a strange, uneasy flutter. ‘But… isn’t this marriage only temporary?’ she thought bitterly. Then why did those words sound so real? “But, Max… aren’t we—”

he snarled, his words dripping with menace. I gazed at him in disbelief, my voice trembling with both pain and fear. "Pun... Punishment?" I stammered, my words barely escaping my lips. His darkened eyes, filled with a disturbing mix of lust and cruelty, roamed over every inch of my body. "Every act of disobedience warrants an inescapable punishment," he snarled, his voice devoid of any warmth or compassion. However, fear surged through me as I desperately tried to free my fist from his absurd grip. "I'm your wife, not a puppet to be tortured!" I yelled, my voice filled with a mixture of defiance and hidden pain.