Punishment Erotica Novels & Stories

Glancing at my dom one last time, the look in his eyes made my skin heat and then I started walking slowly around the couches. Once I was close enough, the first man reached out casually without even looking away from his laptop. His large warm hand cupped one of my tits, squeezing firmly, as though weighing it. All of a sudden, his thumb flicked my nipple hard and I gasped in a mix of pleasure and shock. Another hand from the opposite side slapped my ass sharply, making the plug jolt inside me. Damien’s voice was low and dangerous as he purred. “You are not allowed to cum, Lila. Not once. If you do, the punishment will be much worse than what’s coming.”

"No. What guy?" "He was off to the left. He jerked off while we fucked." "You love being watched, don't you? You dirty, dirty girl." He put his hand on my throat, not squeezing, just choking me a bit. "You like that? Being my dirty girl?" "Yes," I gasped. He slapped my tits, the sting mixing perfectly with the pleasure. "You like it when I punish you?" “Yes….yes.” A roleplay idea sparked in my head. I pouted.

“You’ve been a bad girl today, Clara. Flirting with Alex, ignoring me. Time for your punishment.” I yelped into the pillow, the pain blooming into heat that made my pussy clench. *He knows. He always knows. And fuck, it turns me on.* “Nolan, please... we can’t...” “Oh, we can, and we will,” he snarled, his palm landing again, harder. The slaps echoed softly, each one sending jolts of pleasure-pain through me. His other hand reached between my legs, fingers plunging into my wetness. “Feel that? You’re dripping. You love being punished, don’t you? Say it.”

The anticipation within her had already begun to gnaw at her insides. Lowering his upper body, he kissed her forehead before commencing a series of intense thrusts. His grunts, the harsh smacking echoing from their intimate area, her incessant gasps formed a melody that pushed him to rail her even harder. Her hands were almost numb from the frenetic pounding, but she kept her hands on her folds still. “Oh fuck, Recson. Slay my slutty cunt with your tool of judgement.” “My dick indeed finds your cunt guilty of infinite seduction,” he told her, delivering a powerful thrust that jerked her forward. “Hence, the punishment of max-level drilling,”

As long as I got the satisfaction I wanted from hearing her cry out from pleasure and pain, I didn't care about any other thing. “Stand up,” I ordered and she rose to her feet in compliance. When I got to where she was standing, I grabbed her hand and led her to the desk and made her sit on it. Then I bent in front of her and instructed her to spread her legs. She was already spreading them before I even completed the sentence and I raised my head to look at her face. Her eyes were dreamy, indicating that she was prepared for what I wanted to do and that made the urge to punish her more intense. I fastened the clamp around her outer labia and she shivered and moaned softly as the piece of me

Is this my punishment? "I'll have my drink and decide your punishment while playing with them." Stroking one of my buttocks with his free hand, he answers my unasked question. What will he do? I'm nervous and excited as well. What is wrong with me? Why am I getting excited about being punished by him? I'm perplexed. I moan as he erotically fondles my ass. His touch is heaven! I'm so aroused. His cold metal rings rub against my skin, causing me to shiver. He gives equal attention to both of my buttocks.

Luciano * Failing to properly serve * Achieving orgasm without consent * Any other punishable offense as dictated {Forms of Punishment} - Punishments can include spanking, nipple pinching, cropping, hair pulling, withholding of orgasm, caning, any other punishment as she sees fit. - Punishments are intended as complete penance for offenses. Punishments should always fit the crime and would be executed with full understanding that once over, the issue is over. **Section Two: Limits of D/s Contract**

His hand smacked my ass again, and this time I screamed—more from the overwhelming arousal than pain. “You love being punished, don’t you?” he growled, fingers teasing between my thighs but never quite giving me what I needed. “You love acting like a little slut so I can bend you over and put you in your place.” “Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, I love it—I love it when you punish me.” “Then take it,” he growled. His palm came down one last time, sharp and punishing. My whole body jolted, and with a cry, I came—hard. My legs trembled as the orgasm tore through me, blinding and raw, my body clenching around nothing, desperate for more.

Renata screamed, back bowing off the seat in a sharp mix of pain and unwanted pleasure. “Ced… it hurts… get out… please…” She sobbed, palms pushing uselessly at his chest, legs trembling. He didn’t pull out. He started pounding into her right from the start—fast, punishing strokes that rocked the car and shoved her up the seat with every slam. His hand kept her wrists trapped; his mouth attacked her neck, biting hard enough to leave red marks, then lower, teeth closing roughly over a nipple through her shirt. “This is your punishment,” he hissed between thrusts, voice thick with fury and lust. “You love Harrington cock so much? Now feel what his son can do. I’m going to fuck you until you’re

He focuses on my neck, biting and sucking until I’m a squirming mess in his hands, my knees weak. I pull his face away for a second, breathing deeply as I turn him, pulling him onto the bed. I step forward as he lets his back fall onto the mattress. I take his hand, positioning it on my stomach and straddle him. His cock is inches from my throbbing pussy. My body is practically begging me for this. I sit up, positioning my centre directly above him. His hand rests on my waist, the other one rising to grip my boob. I lower myself after a second, feeling myself stretch around him, rocking my hips to get lower. The sensation of pleasure that engulfs me is mind-blowing.