Punishment Enema Stories Novels & Stories

“You’re going to sit on the futon, spread those legs, and tell me how worthless I am while you finger yourself. Then you’ll beg for the next allowance. You’ll call me a pathetic provider. You’ll say how much you hate me and how much you need Jax’s permission to spend even a single dollar. Out loud. Every word.” Emma nodded once. She unlocked the cuffs, turned around, and knelt on the mattress. The plug stayed inside her. She reached between her legs and pushed two fingers deep, the heavy base pressing against her entrance. The vibration inside her made her walls flutter. She looked at Mark, eyes dark with the humiliation, and began to speak.

BLAIRE The bathroom mirror didn't lie. My neck was a map of dark bruises, and my pussy throbbed with a heavy, relentless ache. I stood under the spray of the shower, the hot water hitting my sensitized skin like a thousand needles. I watched as the milky remnants of Raymond’s thick cum swirled down the drain, mixing with the steam, but I couldn't wash away the intense, complicated realization settling in my gut. I wasn't just Manuel’s widow anymore. I was the center of a storm I had walked into willingly, a woman caught between two brothers who wanted to claim every inch of the life I had left. I must confess ,I like every bit of it

removed it, and spent an hour with cold metal toys inside me, bringing me to the edge over and over while asking clinical questions about my arousal levels. Every punishment ended the same way: me coming harder than the time before, sobbing their names, hating how much I craved the next one. But I kept gathering pieces. Names. Dates. Account numbers. I stored them in my head like weapons. The emotional cracks were worse. Julian’s aftercare undid me every time. He held me after punishments, whispering how perfect I was, how proud they were. His gentle hands cleaned me, fed me, tucked me into bed.

I remembered the card Karen gave me this afternoon. Could I call the number? Could I be the first to ever claim abuse? Or was this an injustice like others I'd suffered, ones where resolution never came? The room blurred as more unshed tears raced for release. The entire scenario—Infidelity, Nox, and what he'd done—was embarrassing and degrading. I detested corporal punishment as a child—hated it—and yet at some point with Nox, it became erotic. My temples throbbed, ass hurt, and insides twisted with unfulfilled need. My body's reaction was as upsetting to me as his actions.

I bite down on my lower lip when I feel my pussy tingle. Then he snaps his head to the side as if he’ll break if he looks further. “Don’t try to annoy me, pumpkin. Or else I will really punish you.” Punish me? He means a normal punishment, right? But why is my mind going to a different kind of punishment? A punishment I shouldn’t be receiving from my ex-mate’s brother and my brother’s best friend. “What type of punishment would you give me?” I say, trying to shove away the illicit thoughts in my mind. “Would you tell me to kneel down?”

The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher. The story was hot and was a tremendous turn-on for Elias. He had never really considered going that far, but the thought of it intrigued him. As the e-mails continued to come in, Elias saw that Selena had moved on to another story called "The Making of an Office Slut" which dealt with a female office executive, who was also blackmailed into submission by her secretary and was forced into performing various sexually degrading, painful, and humiliating acts.

That motherfucker will have to be one of them. I opened the door and walked inside. The room was pitch black and only a bulb suspended from the middle was turned on. Their faces were bagged and they struggled hard to get free. I could see that from the purple bruises on their wrist. "Hello boys" I clapped my hands together, "today we are going to have lots of fun. Fun for me most especially. In order to reduce your pain and assigned punishment, tell me who sent you and don't waste my time, okay" I asked trying to be calm as possible.

What the hell kind of punishment was that"I mean, who scrapes gum under desks as punishment? That was certainly unheard of and I should know this since I'm a regular customer when it comes to after school detentions. I honestly thought she ask me to sit in a corner , with my arms crossed and 'think about what I've done' or that sorta thing that grown ups usually regard as suitabel punishment for adolescent kids. But scraping gums?That caught me unawares. "When you're done laughing pick up the chisel and get down to business," She commanded amidst my recovery from the prolonged laughter.My sides were starting to ache from its aftermath. "The back seats are notoriously invaded with gum and som

If he answered correctly Rita was rewarded with water or food but if the answer was wrong she was punished. Oh my God, he hasn't told me yet. But it's probably coming. I haven't talked about all the details yet. We wanted to come to Bibury to work out what we realized after we listened to the recording with you. If we were to put all this together, we would realize that probably the most appropriate punishment for Sarah Jonshon is capital punishment.

In the past, every time she smiled like that, I would be punished. If it was mild, she made me drink chili water or go without food. If it was serious, she would force me to swallow ornamental fish. Because of this, whenever I heard that kind of laugh, my whole body started to tremble. Her voice grew low. “People who do something wrong should be punished, shouldn’t they?” She suddenly lifted a bottle. There was an unknown liquid inside. “Jane, you felt proud after you drove me out of the Jefferson family, didn’t you?