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"Just stay still, Ms. Javier. I haven't started with your punishment yet." That got me frowned at him when he uttered that. "Punishment? What punishment?" Imbes na sagutin ako, the bastard just smirked at me again na syang ikinainis ko pa lalo. "Well, punishment. Punishment gaya nito." And then without any words, his hand found my underwear saka walang pakundangang hinubad ito, exposing myself to him. Holy bastard!! "Cameron! Anong----"

Then he taps my mouth, shutting me up before stepping back, looking me up and down, assessing the work he’s done with a smug expression. “Now this.” He brings a stack of sticky notes, each scrawled with filthy words. One by one, he presses them to my skin, saying each word aloud as he places it. “My filthy slut.” He slaps it onto my thigh. “Cocksucker.” He sticks it over my lips. “Punishment lover.” He smoothes over the curve of my hip. “Like to be punished by a student.” He presses just between my breasts. He moves around me, marking me with paper and ink until I’m decorated in his words.

“Don, just days ago, she sold the wedding ring to raise money for your medicine. “A year ago, she sold the necklace that was your token of love… “Now that she’s sold the ring too, she’s truly at the end of her road… “Isn’t this punishment too harsh?” Zann’s face hardened instantly. “She’s my wife. I know what I’m doing! This punishment is about to end. “Wandi is highly sensitive. Even a day less of punishment could trigger her condition!” I staggered backward as my tears finally broke free. Everything I had done, in his eyes, was to avenge Wanda. And I was nothing more than a fool he could trample on.

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.

After each smack, he made sure to soothe my skin. “Ten, Sir.” I called out what I was hoping was the last number. I was so close to cumming it was killing me. “You cum, we start all over. This is your punishment for disobeying. If you take it like the good girl I know you are, I’ll reward you later.” His voice was thick with lust. I could feel his erection growing the more he slapped my ass. “I’ll be a good girl, Sir.” I whimpered, desperate to cum. Tears sprang from my eyes as the need grew.

“You’re fucking drenched” She moaned when I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them up to stroke that sweet spot. Her walls clenched around me, desperate, and I fucked her with my fingers hard enough to make her toes curl in her heels. “You’re a mess,” I said, my voice rough. “A fucking slut for punishment.” “Desmond, I—” I took them out and spanked her again “this is a punishment Kennedie, you are not supposed to enjoy it”

He growled, smacking me again. "Oh!" I yelped. The smacks were causing sharp vibrations deep in my poor cunt causing it to weep endlessly. "Not a sound slut!" He growled. "You couldn't wait for me, could you?!" "I'm sorry," I whimpered, earning a smack close to my clit. "Fuck!" "Not a word!" He bellowed, taking hold of the dildo lodged in my pussy and buried it to the hilt. "You'll take your punishment! Take it!"

Permission. I scramble to obey. I unhook the short chain between my wrists just enough to reach the table of toys you laid out for me. My hands shake as I select the first punishment: a heavy stainless-steel plug, cold and unforgiving. I coat it in my own slick, then reach back and press the icy tip to my tight asshole. I don’t ease it in. I force it, grunting around the gag as the widest part stretches me open, burning, claiming. The base settles between my cheeks with a final cruel pop. My eyes water. Drool pours from the corners of my stretched mouth.

“I’m sorry, Sir but you’re really hurting me.” "That's the whole point of punishment, Miss Collins, It’s supposed to hurt, but I think you like it. You like me smacking you, don’t you?” “No, I don’t,” she said, trying and failing to add a bit of steel in her voice “Yes, you do. I can see your pussy and it’s getting wet,” he said rubbing his hand over it. “Hmm, yes it is. You are enjoying this Miss Collins.” “No, Sir, I’m not. Honestly. I just want up pass, Sir. That's all.”

"Pushing me all day, wiggling that ass. This is what you get." The sixth smack made me cry out louder, a needy sound that shocked me—my pussy pulsed, wetness soaking further. Emotions overwhelmed: confusion at the pleasure from punishment, humiliated tears streaming down my face, but a desperate craving building, my body grinding subtly against his thigh. "Seven... eight," I panted, moaning outright by nine. The burn was constant, throbbing with every heartbeat, but the flutters turned to throbs, pleasure spiking with each strike.