Punished Book Novels & Stories

"I... Made him suffer alone... For nothing...? What have I done...?" Her face turned into a grimace as she chided herself. "Ah... I'm always screwing up..." "No! In fact you did so well in the punishment world that you helped it become more stable. The administrators even offered a reward for it!" "What?" "The reason why Austin did not appear any longer was because he was supposed to be the only character in the book who was not able to let go of the bitterness in his life. According to the story, you were supposed to be the one who was tortured the most and by Austin himself, because you tried to trick him and keep him from getting to your family. When Esmeralda chose Dylan over him, he let

I hereby proclaimed as a Leader with codename Gideon of the Zone of Forest Survival that those who infringed any of the mentioned rules have to face four of these punishments for the Minor Regulations and the Laws of Crucial Correctness: detention for one month; run 25 times to the whole Zone; to be in the Game for five days; expelled for five weeks at the Zone; and the exceptional punishment from the four of them, banished forever for breaking three or more Minor Regulations. After reading almost half of the book's content, I stared at Sorcha. It's good that my brain can accept every word I read before. "It's yours now." When she noticed she lacked something to say, she chuckled. "Le

So Proserpina moves on to the next row, then the next one, and the next one, on and on until she was literally kneeling like a child on the floor when she finally comes across a book third to the last on the bottom row in between a skinny book and leather bound one; the book was silver-gray, small and light in her hands and the cover seemed to have some sort of glossy material in it as it twinkled when she turned it here and there… ‘Kind of a child’s storybook,’ she noted. The book was almost as big as her palm and seemed to have pages as what one would expect from a novelette. She carefully opens it up to the first page–not wanting to have a repeat of another destroyed book because a destro

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He began punishing himself—a grotesque, methodical atonement. He traded his silks and satins for the coarsest burlap sackcloth—the same kind I'd worn when they sold me to the brothel. He refused proper meals, drinking only thin, watery oatmeal—days old and sour—muttering, "Eli survived on this in the past. So will I."

“Record it and inflict punishment later.” The people beside me recorded Cathy’s data. Then it was someone else’s assessment. After everyone finished their assessment, they began to punish those who did not pass. Cathy was the first to fail the test, but not the first to be punished. Girls who were punished before Cathy suffered ten whips. They all gritted their teeth and kept quiet. They were all forbearing. However, it could still be seen that their bodies were already badly mutilated. Cathy looked at them with her face pale.

Glaring, I declared, "Right now, I'm torn between being a civilised man, and shoving a bullet to your head or strangling you with my own two hands." She took a step back, but her stature remained strong. "Ros is just a girl caught up in her emotions, so much that she refuses to acknowledge the damage she’s done.” “Okay, I’m going to stop you there,” Paulina interrupted. “First of all, you don’t know Ros. She is not some girl who was manipulated into doing this damage. Being with Luciano was the bravest thing she’s done because she wanted to do it, not because a man shoved his hands into her pants.”

I was most likely going to get branded. Branding was a harsh, humiliating public punishment where words like traitor, murderer, or slut were written on the forehead or hands. A hot iron was used to do the marking which left scars for life. But most branded criminals didn't really live a long life. Once everybody received a deterring message not to commit such crimes, the offenders were beheaded or hung within a few weeks of branding. Sometimes, the offender would commit suicide before the beheading.

Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.

My hips bucked as I sunk deeper into the mattress. "You're not tapping out?" He asked seriously as he walked over to me "Ahh!" I moaned loudly my back arching from the bed then I felt the vibrator stopped. He unbuckled the restraints and I couldn't move. My body has ran down yet I want him to fuck me. He hasn't done it since he claims punishment comes first then pleasure. He carefully took out the vibrator then kissed my sweaty forehead.