روايات وقصص ضمن Punishment Erotic Stories

A lesbian couple explores dominance and submission when one breaks their rules. This leads to a raw and intimate moment of punishment and deep connection. Trigger Warning: This story deals with themes of hardcore BDSM and humiliation. Skip this story if you can't handle the heat. ****************** I came home from work early and found Tory naked in our bed, using the vibrator on her pussy. Instead of reacting right away, I took a moment to watch her. Her legs were spread wide, and she was pleasuring herself with a wild, carefree abandon I rarely saw. Usually, Tory was shy about this, but not now. I savored the sight of her misbehaving.

Her breath hitched when I shoved her skirt higher, revealing skin that made my mouth go dry. I undid my belt, pushed down just enough, and slid into her in one deep, punishing thrust. She cried out, her knuckles going white where she clutched the desk. I clamped a hand over her mouth, leaning in close to her ear. "Quiet now," I breathed. "Unless you want them to hear what a filthy little sinner you are." She moaned against my palm, her body trembling. I didn't let up. I pounded into her, hard and fast, each thrust driving out every last bit of restraint I had left.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

I came home soaked, plugged, leaking. But I didn't cum. Not once. Because you didn't say I could. Do I make you proud? I want to be ruined tomorrow. I want to be punished for how wet I got. - Toy ⸻ She hit send. Minutes passed. Then the reply: "You make me hard. But not proud." "Sleep gagged. Plug in. Tomorrow: discipline." She whimpered. Gagged herself. Plugged herself. And fell asleep soaked in her own shame and heat.

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

There was an odd swear word in it but it seemed right for the context'. 'Did it turn you on?' I asked simply. Julia now flushed bright red and did not answer. 'Your face tells me that it did. I'm glad, which is what it's supposed to do. Did it offend you?' 'No. How could a lovely story like that offend me?' she asked in return. 'What better definition of erotic writing do you want. Something that is not offensive but is a turn on both mentally and physically' 'Do you think that that story is true?'

I know exactly what I told her. “You said that you would bend me over, and fuck me from behind like I deserved. You said that bad little girls need to be punished by their Daddies. I’ve been a bad, bad girl. So, what are you going to do to me, Daddy?” She knows exactly what she’s doing. Maybe it’s the atmosphere of the night, maybe it’s the darkness. I don’t know what it is, but I snap. My mouth is crushing down on hers. My fingers are tangled in her hair, and pulling her closer towards me.

Then he flipped her onto all fours and fucked her from behind, cock slamming deep, hand fisting her hair, the other reaching around to pinch her clit. They went like that for hours. He used the rope to tie her wrists to the headboard, fucked her slow and deep while she begged. Used the flogger on her tits while she rode him. Made her count every strike out loud. By the time the underground lights started to brighten into fake dawn, Clara was shaking, covered in his cum, her own wetness, and red marks that would bruise beautifully by sunrise. She had come so many times she lost count. Her voice was gone and her body felt wrecked in the best way.

When Dominic sees this, he’s going to know that I defied him on purpose and as my master, he would have no other choice but to punish me in the cruelest way possible. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum just thinking about it. I could feel my orgasm right at the tip of my pussy, waiting for one right, last push to get my cunt overflowing like a damaged tap. With a last mischievous grin I lowered my body so I could set the tray on my back and crawl my way back to my Master for his divine punishment. Ahh, this is so exciting, so fucking exciting that I’m drooling and my pussy is just a second away from being damaged, battered and torn.

He didn’t ease back in—he slammed home in one vicious thrust, bottoming out so deep I felt him in my throat. A broken moan tore out of me. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He fucked me like a punishment—long, punishing strokes that dragged every thick inch of him over that swollen, greedy spot inside until my walls fluttered and clenched around him helplessly. Each time he bottomed out, his balls slapped wetly against my ass, the obscene sound filling the room along with my choked sobs.