Punishment Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

Her ass cheeks flushed pink, then red, the burn spreading like fire, making her pussy drip despite the pain. 'Twenty,' he growled, counting each one. By ten, tears pricked her eyes, ass throbbing, raised welts forming under his hand. She kicked lightly, but he pinned her legs with his own, unrelenting. 'You think you can play both sides? Lie to me?' Smack—eleven, twelve—her cries turned to sobs, the punishment blending pain with a dark arousal, clit pulsing emptily. At fifteen, she begged: 'I'm sorry, Vardo, please—it's you, only you.' He paused, hand rubbing the heated flesh, fingers dipping between her legs to find her soaked. 'Liar. But you'll learn.' The final five came swift and brutal,

I cried out, my walls stretching deliciously around him. He fucked me like a savage animal — deep, punishing strokes that hit every sensitive spot. “Take it, you filthy neglected slut. Your husband’s tiny dick could never stretch this pussy like I can. You’re mine now.” He choked my throat lightly, slapped my bouncing tits, degraded me beautifully with every thrust. “Beg for my cum, you dirty secret.” I came violently, my cunt spasming and squirting around his cock as waves of mind-blowing pleasure crashed over me.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

My thighs were already shaking and my head was thrown back in ecstasy. I vowed to myself that this was the last time I would let them touch me inappropriately. Having an affair with my stepbrothers was like breaking an unspoken house rule and my mom would be so disappointed. “Arrrggghhh…” Fuck, Maxwell just added a third finger and my virgin pussy hasn’t adjusted yet. The pain from my pussy and the pleasure from my nipple sent me to great heights. I was shivering uncontrollably when they suddenly stopped. The empty feeling made me whimper and I looked at them in confusion.

Lena grabbed my throat with one hand and my tit with the other, pinching my nipple hard as she pounded me. “This pussy belongs to me now,” she snarled, thrusting even harder. “Every time you see me at family dinners, you’re going to remember how I ruined this tight little cunt.” I was losing my mind. The dirty talk, the bondage, the forbidden thrill of fucking Maya’s sister — it was all too much. Lena suddenly pulled out, leaving me empty and whining. She climbed onto the bench, straddling my face. “Eat my pussy first,” she demanded, lowering her soaked cunt onto my mouth.

The delicate fabric strained against her full breasts, her tiny waist tapering down into thick, curved hips that spilled out over the thin straps of her panties. The moment her dark eyes landed on me, a slow smile spread across her face. She sauntered over with her hips swaying rhythmically, wrapping her soft, bare arms around my neck. "Mmm... you kept me waiting, Hillian," she purred softly, burying her face against the crook of my neck and kissing her way up to my jaw. "And here I thought changing the spot from the lake house to a hotel meant you were getting impatient." Her hands slid down my chest, coming to rest over my lower belly, her warm body pressing flush against mine.

So far, the only reaction from him is his cock. My throat tightens as I stare at the thick length, standing rigid against his stomach. So fucking hard and tempting. “Hold it, and push your pussy down on it in one thrust. If you pause midway, you start again. That’s your punishment,” he says, voice dangerously dark. “Huh…” Another slip. How the hell am I supposed to fit this devilish thing inside my tight hole? He’s going to rip me in two. My pulse ticks faster. My pussy clenches greedily.

Two thick fingers shoved inside me and curled upward hitting that spot that made my legs shake. I moaned loudly and grabbed his head pressing him harder against me. He added a third finger stretching me open while his teeth grazed my clit. The mix of pleasure and pain sent shocks through my body. He finger fucked me faster his palm slapping against my wet pussy with every thrust. My juices ran down his hand and onto the sheets. "You are dripping like a whore," he growled against my folds. "This pussy loves being punished."

He pulled out an ointment and painkiller out of the drawer and applied the ointment on the place where he just hit her . “This is your reward but you have to earn it by being a good girl . I will give you after five but if you made any mistake like forgetting to count or not calling yourself a whore then we will start over again and the punishment would be doubled.” He said, showing her the bottle of painkillers. She quietly nodded her head in yes. *SMACK* “I’m whore. Three” *SMACK* “I'm a whore. Four .” Her cheeks jiggled and turned red as he proceeded to smack her.

Every powerful snap of his hips sent me higher, the mix of anger and lust making it all the more intense. I met his wild thrusts eagerly, nails raking his back beneath his shirt. “Don’t stop,” I begged, teetering on the brink. “Never,” he groaned. He kissed me fiercely as his rhythm turned erratic. My inner walls clenched around him, and with a few more strokes I was lost - crying out his name as I came in a shuddering wave. “Anna - fuck!” Ethan slammed deep and held, his body shuddering as he found his release. Heat flooded inside me and he crushed me to the wall, panting through his climax.