Punishment Smut Novels & Stories

Make me cum on your fingers. He smirked, sliding two thick digits into my soaked pussy, curling them against my G-spot while his thumb kept tormenting my clit. I moaned loud, walls clenching around him as he pumped fast, the wet squelch filling the room. But just as the pressure built, he pulled out, leaving me empty and aching. 'Not yet, slut. Punishment means you beg for every touch.'

I stood there confused by what kind of punishment he meant when I remembered the punishment he gave me the last time I barged into his room by making me suck his d*ck. “So you want me to fuck you into this couch or on the floor so hard you'll remember me on you for days. I’ll mark your fair skin, so it’s full of my bites and evidence of whom you belong to as my punishment for barging into my privacy.” He puffs the last smoke of the cigarette, forming a cloud of smoke, before throwing the remaining piece into a metal container by his side. I blinked my eyes repeatedly, the evidence of me visualizing everything he said on my perky nipples, as I became aware of what he meant by punishing me.

The First Punishment I turned, hands on the wooden pulpit. I felt him behind me. His breath was hot on my ear. He pulled up my skirt slowly, reverently. My lace panties soaked through. He let out a low, pained groan. “Fifteen. For the lust in your heart.” The first smack echoed in the empty chapel. Then another. And another. By the tenth, I was whimpering, but he didn’t stop. “Say thank you, Nia.” “Thank you, Pastor,” I sobbed.

He hooked his fingers in the flimsy G-string and yanked it down, exposing my bare, rounded bottom and the slick, red marks he'd left behind. "Like I bet every man you passed today imagined bending you over and... smack!" he spanked me again. "Fuck! I don't even want to think about it or say it but maybe, I should create a technology and see those men minds. Then, I'll have those guilty ones... to their feet." Slowly, I felt his rubbed his hand over my heated flesh, teasing it a bit before delivering another soft smack. "Oh fuck, I think I'm going to come," I whimpered, spreading my legs aside.

I swallow repeatedly, feeling my sex become slick with arousal. “I’ve waited too long to have you beneath me for our first to be on a damn wooden table.” Bhyron growls, his voice hot and sexy. “But you’ll be screaming regardless, because I’m going to punish you for being a stubborn little minx all day.” It is confirmed! It must be the nicotine, because on a normal day, Bhyron would never have the audacity to use “punish” and “you” in the same sentence when talking to me.

“I can feel you getting tighter. You’re right there, aren’t you? Poor little good girl trying so hard not to come on this cock like the desperate slut you really are.” “Damon, I'm not a slut!” I yelled at him but he didn't slow down. “Yet you keep crying like you want more, huh?” I hear him smirk. “I can’t…I’m gonna…Damon, please…” “Not yet, hold it.” He slows just enough to keep me right on the razor edge, still buried deep inside me, still rubbing my clit with those cruel fingers of his, but denying me the last bit of pressure I need. “Damon!” I sob into the mattress, hips trying to push back for more. He holds me still with one iron hand on my hip and gives my ass another sharp, stinging

she cried out, the sound sharp laced with pain. A bitter laugh escaped me. "Didn't you want this? Crave it? My c**k inside that damn pu**y of yours? You were indirectly begging for my touch earlier. Don't play innocent now." My voice was low, a dangerous rumble. "You're a spoiled little thing, always wanting what you can't have. Your pu**y was aching for me just hours ago. Well, you'll get it now. Hard. Rough. But don't expect any mercy. This is your punishment."

“Spread your legs … spread them wide! Daddy’s going to whack your pussy full on. No more butt whacking. You need to be punished more you horny slutly girl! In fact, go lie on your back and spread your legs wide open…. Yes… just like a TV antenna… the ballet lesson’s Daddy paid for will finally be in good use… spread your flexible legs wide apart and take the punishment." “Oh Daddy!!! No… I don’t want to show you my pussy! It’s wrong! Daddy!!!... don’t make me do degrading things! I don’t want to pose like a little slut! I don’t want to get hit!! Daddy, it hurts! You’re so strong!!” “I’m afraid you have no choice little whore… you must be punished and punished good!”

"Now, listen up, Si. I'm going to teach you some manners. Each time you fail to complete your lessons, you will receive a punishment." He glared at me with his dark brown eyes. In the low light, I could say they were black. Just a void of space in the middle of his eye. But the anger shooting sparks from their depths brought a light of joy to my soul. "Now, Smoke and Bone is not a place for metaphoric assholes. We do encourage anatomical assholes though. So make sure you keep yours puckered." I slapped his thigh with the metal studded leather paddle. His body jerked and stiffened as the pain and public embarrassment washed through him. I could see it in the fine trembling of his restrained h

One hand gripped her hip while the other delivered sharp, loud smacks to her ass with every thrust. “Take this dick, you little slut. You love sneaking around like this, don’t you?” Graham grunted, pounding into her relentlessly, the wet sound of her pussy echoing in the room. "Yes— daddy. Harder, please — oh God!" the girl moaned out, pushing back to meet his brutal strokes. Sienna Vale stood in the shadowed alcove behind a half-open door, her phone held steady, recording every second. Her thighs pressed tightly together as she watched, her breathing becoming shallow.