Punishment Enema Stories Novels & Stories

She looked down at the floor and I saw a tear roll from the end of her nose. "'Please, Luke' is not your safeword. Lift your leg onto the toilet seat or I'll use a different solution." She lifted her leg and I could see her knees trembling. I inserted the enema nozzle and she jerked as if the solution had hot pepper in it. Actually, I used a bit of peppermint along with a mild soap and warm water; it wouldn't hurt at all. I opened the valve. "Hold it in. I'll tell you when you can relieve yourself." Her tears turned to soft hiccups. I really thought she'd cave by now, but her stubborn brain was blocking her desire to end the humiliation. I moved her to the toilet and sat her down. Turning my

I can truthfully say that I am not a fan of enemas, and if anything keeps me on the straight and narrow, an enema punishment would definitely be one of them. I have to admit that I do feel a bit lighter and less bloated, but the cramps that come with the procedure are not something that I prefer to do. Now, the way that Jace is taking charge and being his sexy Dominant self, punishing me in that awful way, and threatening me with ginger root, yep, I’m so horny for him that I’m happy to climb onto the bed and let him stick it where the sun doesn’t shine.

“A dog is shameless because it knows nothing about its nudity. Those street classes who walk along the road and lanes in the nude are shameless to kill the oncoming innocent young ones by abortion. Last week, an international journal and American democrat carried shocking news: one woman in her early forties gave to bed a bouncing baby boy, instead of nurturing the child she threw the child into the pit. Seeing that the child’s crying would expose her iniquity, she boiled water to a high degree centigrade and poured it into the pit, and the child died immediately. When the force authorities apprehended her and interrogated her over the cruel crime, she said that the child would make her old

A single chair sat in the center, tall-backed and austere, as though designed for judgment. “Sit,” he said, his voice steady, leaving no room for hesitation. I did. My legs pressed together, hands fidgeting in my lap. He circled me slowly, like a predator measuring its prey. “The Punishment Room is not about pain, Evelyn. It’s about truth. Shame is the chain we drag behind us in the outside world. Here, we turn it into something else. Something beautiful. Do you understand?” I nodded faintly, though I wasn’t sure I did.

He asked. Punish, what a soft word for the thing that happened to me. I nod though. A punishment is a punishment no matter the severity. “You could say that. The punishment for consorts is a little weird. We are always taught to always, and I mean always, reflect on our actions. We have a reflection room. A small room not more than 5 feet wide. Fit for just one person. It was full of mirrors, different lengths, different sizes. We had to think in there for days and reflect. You would think it was nothing out of the ordinary, but it gets to you. Especially since there was no light there, only a small window. We don’t get to eat while we’re in there. Hunger, isolation, and mirrors aren’t the b

"Anything that can draw blood, really. Fisting. Candle wax or anything that produces fire. Spitting. No golden showers, uhmm…" "How about we list a few things and you'll tell us if you write them off?" Rowan suggested and she nodded, breathing in relief. "Double penetration?" She blushed. "I thought we already did that the other time…" "No, Cara," I chuckled. "He means vaginal and anal penetration." "Oh," she blushed even more. "I'm open to that." "Humiliation?" "What does that mean?" "It's only if you've been a bad girl. You can get punished in public. Or if we're at the club, you can be paraded around with a collar or a leash."

He did not expect that he would still be deeply shocked today. “Old Nuo, what’s going on?” Hardy had been waiting by the side. When he saw Neumann come out, he quickly went up to her. Neumann looked at Hardy, and she said, “In ancient times, there was a criminal law called bathing. The victim was locked in a large vat with only his head exposed. His face would be smeared with honey to attract flies. The executioner would feed the victim on a regular basis. Very soon, the victim would be soaked in his own feces. Maggots would start to grow in the bathtub, and then the maggots would devour the victim’s body. It’s said that someone persisted in the bathtub for a month before being eaten alive b

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.

by pissing directly into Liam’s gaping asshole, then the brothers following, filling him with hot piss before fucking it back out. They made him drink their piss straight from the source while being fucked. The filthiest moment came when Victor ordered a cum enema. They each unloaded deep inside Liam’s ass, then plugged him. After twenty minutes of being fucked with the plug inside, they removed it and made him push the massive mixed load into a bowl. Then they forced him to drink every drop while they jerked off onto his face. By the fifth hour, Liam was completely broken. He was babbling, drooling, eyes glazed with total submission.

"Why are you only telling me now?" Dad, who was driving, looked at me through the rearview mirror and sighed. "I was afraid you wouldn't be able to truly reflect on yourself in there. Now that you've learned to be obedient, you won't hurt Donny even if you know the truth." Reflect on myself? When I'd learned the truth back then, the only thing I had done was slap Donny across the face once, yet that had earned me three years of imprisonment. The endless rounds of bitter pills made me vomit violently, and the electroshock therapy frequently left me unconscious. And all of that was just their punishment for that one slap.