Punishment Novels & Stories

She kicked her legs, trying to get free. "Please, I'm sorry! Please don't kill me." She cried. Damien felt guilty. He looked at his father then back to Tierra who had more tears running down her face. Damien swallowed the guilt and swung the whip hitting Tierra's delicate skin. "Ahh!" She cried out in pain. "P-please stop!" She begged her thigh stinging. Damien stepped back and gulped. "That's all you got, son? One whip? Come on, show her who's boss. Block out her pleas." The king said.

The blond would always do something to get the guards' attention to forget about his friend, the price to pay was harsh punishments where a punch was like a caress. It wasn't that he liked to be whipped and electroshocked; he... didn't want her to have a hand laid on her like the rest of them. The punishments were so extreme on several occasions that he saw the famous white light at the end of the corridor calling out to him. He felt the air leave his lungs; his body was as light as a hair, and the peace he felt was terrifying. He had never wanted to die in that place, and Annette and Oliver were always by his side in those mome

Tristian shook his head as he started driving. "How do you know? Maybe all of this is the domino effect from me going off the right path." "Haven you said you didn't even believe in God anymore and now suddenly you're saying he's punishing you? That doesn't make any sense, we didn't do anything wrong." "We had premarital sex." "So what? People have premarital sex every day! Where's their punishment? Where's the cancer for their mothers?" "But it wasn't just sex, Tristian! We smoked and drank and cursed and lied to everyone." I pointed out.

GEM-B asked. The three look agitated and painful. “It’s your punishment!” GEM-B said showing his charming yet disgusting smirk. “Punishment? What are you talking about?” Varz asked in pain. “I told you. I am here to punish those fallen into the despair pit.” GEM-B said. “It’s painful,” Herman said in pain. “I decide to punish you instead of killing you, so the most suitable punishment for you is COCK SPANKING!” GEM-B exclaimed.

Ivan was charged as an accomplice. In the end, Wendy was sentenced to ten years, Ivan to one year, and the university expelled both of them. The rest of my classmates were forced to drop out because they could not pay their tuition. As for me, I went to the countryside and helped more children build lives beyond the rural area.

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?”

She walks off and stands by the rest of the pack Elders. “We need to come up with a suitable punishment for this horrible crime.” Elder Ryan states. “There are various punishments as to when a pack member betrays the pack.” He continues. “It's a death sentence or ninety lashes with a whip laced with silver or banishment.” Elder Morgan states grimly. “Which punishment will be suitable for the Luna?” Another Elder answers. “A death sentence will be more suitable to make sure other pack members don't go the same route and feel like they can betray us and go scot free.”

“It could be, if you don’t want to talk about Masuzyo. I’d like to understand more about your relationship with him. And I want to talk about marking you, and how we’re going to do that.” “I don’t think you understand what a punishment is,” I tell him. “No, baby. I don’t think you understand what a punishment is supposed to be. It’s supposed to teach you something, not make you feel demeaned or humiliated. Your punishment is to stay with me so I can make sure that you don’t break the rules. If you’re with me, then I’ll know you haven’t left the pack and I’ll know if you get hurt. If you want to mo

Sloan didn't want to see, he just wanted to feel the pain. The first taste of the leather on his back made him gasp. His fingers dug deep into his palm, while his wrists were bound tightly onto the leather cuffs. Sloan groaned from the pain. Then another, and another, and another. He didn't want sex from his doms, no, he came from the pain alone. He took pleasure from the whips and the paddle smacking on his ass. Sloan know that he'd feel the pain tomorrow and that would put him in his place.

I suck my juices off his fingers before he steps back again, “You will receive the full ten, and you will count. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” “You will not come either. This is a punishment not a reward, but, if you take it well then maybe I will fuck this sweet pussy and let you come afterwards.” “Thank you, Sir. I will take it.” “I’m sure you will.” He chuckles. He starts right away, pausing until I get my count in. “One, Sir!” WHACK! “Two, Sir!” WHACK! “Three, Sir!” And on they go on until number ten comes down on my sit spot and stings like a son of a gun!