Pounded In The Butt By My Own Butt Novels & Stories

PENELOPE'S POV~ "One... Two... Three!" I shouted, my fists slamming into the punching bag with a ferocity that mirrored the torrent of emotions raging within me. Sweat poured down my face, and my muscles burned with exertion, but I continued to channel my inner turmoil into each powerful strike. The leather bag swayed violently with each impact, the force of my punches sending shockwaves through the air. The rapid rhythm of my fists pounding against the bag echoed through the room, a testament to my unwavering determination.

My buttocks were lifted high by the man behind me, and my pussy was exposed to the air. Because of nervousness, a stream of water gushed out of my vagina. Before I could even feel shy, I heard the sound of swallowing saliva coming from above. Immediately after, a pair of rough and big hands landed on my buttocks. After a few strokes, he started vigorously kneading. Suddenly, a few slaps landed on my buttocks. He used great strength, and I felt that my buttocks must have become red and swollen. I let out a scream and said, "Ah! Don't hit me! It hurts so much!"

I bluntly reply, and he spins around, leaving me with a flushed face and shattered self-esteem. “Yeah, walk off, carry your butt away.” It’s not until I say that that I realize what I’ve said, and the idiot is chuckling loud enough to make sure I hear. Why did I even say that? Let’s make it clear: I think he’s a walking STD, and I need his butt away from me. “Mad, stop watching my butt.” He says butt in his exaggerated way of making fun of me for not calling it what it really is. The fuck? I wasn’t!

My legs, useless and unresponsive, mocked me from underneath the desk. In a moment of sheer frustration, I slammed my fists into my thighs, the pain a pointless echo. "Damn it! Damn you, legs! Damn this chair!" I screamed, punching my unresponsive limbs. "Pathetic," I muttered under my breath, disgusted with my own helplessness. But then a different pain hit me—this one wasn’t mine. It was Emma’s. Her torment seared through our bond, a visceral agony that left me gasping. My quick breaths mirrored hers, each one laced with despair.

This almost knocked my soul out of my body that I fell to the ground on my butt. "The hell." I winced and adjusted my bucket hat.

My brothers would never let me live it down! “Fucking shit,” I muttered with whatever remaining oxygen I had left. With my hands suspended like this, it was getting increasingly harder to breathe. Hell, everything made it harder to breathe. Being used as a fucking punching bag for however long it took me to pass out didn’t leave many places that didn’t hurt…

Like a mom watching her kid finally learn basic manners. That's when I snapped. My fist slammed into Cody and dropped him to the floor. I put everything into that punch. Yeah, I was skin and bones now. But when someone gets pushed far enough, strength shows up anyway.

Ohh my baby brother always asking questions " Just do it, show me how hard you can punch." I encouraged him He looked at me for the last time and came forward then punched me on my stomach I can't believe he really did it! Haha! I think I annoyed him so much so he found it a chance to take revenge Okay, honestly, his punch was bad enough to put someone in coma, but my abs are like a metal shield haha let's not exaggerate it was painful but not painful enough to put me in coma

I grabbed the nearest heavy bag I could find, set my feet, and punched it with abandon. The opening punch had connected hard. The second was harder. The leather split under my fists as I hammered away, the bag fraying at the force. I kept punching, my knuckles bleeding. My heart growled dangerously as I continuously thought the word “Again” to push me forward. I threw another punch, her words ringing in my ears. What the hell was wrong with her? I dealt another blow, this time harder.

he punched the door in frustration but due to that punch the door opened and I fell with him on top of me. He put his arm around me to save my head but the rest of my body did hurt when my butt landed on the floor with his heavyweight entirely lying on top of me. “Umph!” We both let out a loud groan and tried to get up at the same time which was absolutely a bad idea because I hit my head on his chin which earned me a growl from him. “Stop moving, let me get up first.” He ordered. “So get up! You are hurting me. Ow!” I groaned realizing that my butt was hurting a bit too much.