Punishment Enema Stories Novels & Stories

He threw her to the floor, looming over her like a beast. "Where's my money, you whore? Been gone days, probably spreading your legs for cash! I'll kill you, you hear me? Beat you black and blue till you crawl back begging! That's life's truth for scum like you, no happy endings, just pain!" Kyra curled into a ball, pitiful sobs escaping as blows landed, kicks to her ribs, slaps that split her lip. "Please, Dad... no more..." Her vulnerability was heart-wrenching, a broken girl reliving years of hell, her bitter life a litany of wrongs: endless abuse, stolen childhood, dreams crushed under his boot.

There is only what is fun and what is not. The psychiatrist flipped the report shut and said in a heavy tone, "According to our investigation, Thomas Werther had long discovered the loophole in the reward and disciplinary system Ronald Werther established. "He knew that whenever he misbehaved, Benjamin Werther would be punished. And for him, watching his brother suffer and struggle stimulated the underdeveloped part of his brain to produce pleasure. So, he constantly and deliberately created incidents. "Including the fire. He clearly knew that spilling water on a power strip could cause a fire. He also clearly knew that the fire would burn Benjamin Werther, who was tied up. But he felt no gu

"Today, he yelled at me again because of Celine. I feel so wronged. I never bullied her, but he refuses to believe me. "Baby, Mommy played music for you today. Did you hear it? I’m so excited for your birth, for the day our family can live happily together. "He locked me in the room. I’m so hungry, and I’m so scared. Baby, you have to be strong. Mommy will protect you. "I’ve been locked in the ice cellar. It’s so cold. Baby, I don’t think she can hold on much longer. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. Ronan, I hate you. I will never forgive you."

I admitted. His breath was deeper now. And I found myself speaking up. I told him about the dream where my step uncle pinned me against the wall of my childhood home, my lips parted, wrists tied. I told him how he whispered filthy things in my ear while his fingers slid between my thighs. I told him how I begged. How I cried out. How I woke trembling and wet. With every word, my body remembered. The heat. The ache. He didn't speak. But I felt him listening. When I stopped, I was breathless.

I read and raised my brow at Alpha Enzo. “Punishment? What kind of punishment are we talking about here?” I asked, not believing I had involved myself in such a mess. Alpha Enzo’s lips curled into a smile. “Keep reading,” he urged, and I swallowed hard before going back to the document. “Punishments include spanking, kneeling, and sexual tension and torture,” I read aloud, glaring at him. “You shouldn’t worry about that. I won’t do anything to harm you,” he smirked while my frown deepened.

Practice One afternoon Rose and David prepared themselves to try both exercises: analingus followed by their first vaginal sex. There were two full bathrooms off the master bedroom, so both had plenty of space to "prepare the area." Rose wanted to use scotch as a rinse enema, "to disinfect" herself and because her Daddy liked it, but Ann stopped her by explaining the consequences. During Ann's brief swinger days she had seen a vodka enema done by a friend; very little booze was involved but they had to call 9-1-1 because the near-instant effect overwhelmed the tiny girl. Rose settled on a more modest surprise: "scotching" the entrance.

Five minutes later, my door burst open. "I've been waiting for you, daddy" I said in a low voice, lying completely naked on my bed, my legs spread apart for his pleasure. "I see," he stated, clicking the lock on the door. "You've been a very naughty girl, Ana. You know what happens to naughty girls?" he paused, reaching out to choke me by the neck as he dragged me from the bed so I was standing before him, "they get punished." "Then punish me, daddy."

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?”

Clara grabbed a wet wipe out of its pack and cleaned Christine's anus, her slender finger almost slipping into Christine’s now dilated anus. Christine moaned. Fernandez meted the enema to her and again she had to go at the third time. He insisted on reaching the fifth and Christine wriggled again as he kept going till the fifth. She was so pressed, she couldn't even stand up. “Mngh… ah… fuck… I can't move doctor Fernandez.” She moaned and squeezed the white sheets tight, lying to the side with her eyes closed shut. “Don't worry. Nurse Clara, please direct this to her butt so she can poop in it” he said and handed the lady the empty bucket with the locked tap nozzle. He stood and peeled Chris

He keeps going, and it seems like hours has passed. "Don't you come, baby girl. This is a punishment. I don't care how wet you are. You are not allowed to orgasm." The whip hits, and I scream, saying four. I keep the penny against the wall. There is about twenty on the floor by the time we reach six, and I still have the penny in place. I suck at this punishment, I enjoyed it, but I sucked at it simultaneously. I feel his hand palming my ass, and my legs shake.