Punishment Smut Novels & Stories

"Bend over the table." I did, palms flat on the wood. Ass up. Exposed. He circled me, hand trailing my spine. "You look so good like this." His voice was gravel. He smacked my ass light at first. Then harder. Sting built. "This is for scaring me today." I moaned. "It wasn't my fault." Another smack. "Doesn't matter. You're mine to punish." Heat spread. My pussy dripped. He rubbed the red skin, soothing. Then smacked again. I arched, wanting more. "Count them."

“You want to be punished? You sick slut. That’s what it is. That’s why you failed. You want to be punished by me. Tell me, Tatiana, do you like it when I shove things up your cunt and stretch you open wide? Or do you enjoy it when I leave burns on your creamy flesh with molten wax? How about some bruising welts on your backside until you bleed for me and turn such pretty colours?” Sabre could hear the hitches in Tatiana’s breathing. She was sick in so many enjoyable ways. “Oh wait, how about I engrave my initials into your thigh tonight? Hm, put a claim on you right now. Like a piece of livestock, are you my pretty little heifer slut?” Tatiana’s breathing hitched again before she struggled w

By just standing back a single foot I was able to see her succulent pussy lips, glistening from her wetness. I rubbed the strap in forward and backward motions, sliding against her pussy. She pursed her lips, taking several deep breaths. "Punishment will become more satisfying than you can even imagine. Only with absolute obedience will you learn the satisfaction of raw ecstasy." I whipped the belt into the air, the strap unfurling, the slight cracking sound as I snapped my wrist more satisfying than any music. A quick twist of my hand and I grabbed the two ends together, issuing two hard smacks against her rounded bottom.

I pulled my panties to one side and slipped a finger into my pussy. I was so fucking wet, and I loved it. I pulled my fingers out and tasted my wetness. It was delicious. I slowly sucked on my fingers like a slut. God, I needed to punish myself. I flung the book away as I used my other hand to grope my tits. I pulled down my panties and thrust two fingers into my pussy. "Fuck!" I let out a moan. I brought my other hand down to my clit and stroked it as I fingered myself.

He saw a red swollen pussy that once again pulsated. “Has my Katherine turned into a slut?! Is Daddy punishment turning your pussy on?..... Answer me!” WHACK! WHACK – right onto the pussy. “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."

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He started thrusting hard and fast, his hips slapping against her ass. “This is your punishment,” he growled, slapping her ass hard. “This is what you get for embarrassing me.” Tamara’s heavy breasts swung beneath her. Her nipples were aching, she tried to reach up to touch them, desperate for any stimulation. Richard noticed immediately and slapped her hand away. “Don’t you dare touch yourself!” he shouted, thrusting harder. “This is punishment, not pleasure. You aren't meant to enjoy this.” “Please Richard, I………”

Damien fixed my clothes for me like I was something precious. Then he kissed me softly on the forehead. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now go back to your desk with my cum leaking out of you and my handwriting on your ass. And remember — next time you disobey, the punishment will be much worse.” I walked out of his office on shaky legs, binder clips still attached under my blouse, his cum dripping down my thighs, and the word “Slut” written across my ass in permanent marker. I should have felt ashamed.

"Fuck, I promise you're going to sit for breakfast with my cum dripping through your panties while I smile at your mom, thinking what I've done to her daughter without her knowing." "You're sick," I moaned, but I cum twice more before he even finished. He pulled out, and his cum pulled a rope across my stomach. He rubbed it with his palm, smearing it like he was drawing something. I lay there, coated in him, inside and out, watching him smear his cum on my skin until even my pussy clenched. "Let's quickly go and take a shower before our parents come down and find us like this," he said. "It'll be too bad if we get caught."

I screamed shamelessly “Fuck, yes, stretch me, God, you’re so fucking big—” “Soaked little slut,” he snarled, already pulling back only to slam in again, harder. “Dripping on my fingers all morning while Damon watched. You were gonna come just from me touching your back, weren’t you?” “Yes, yes—” He set a punishing rhythm immediately, no warm-up, no mercy. Each thrust slapped wetly against my ass, balls smacking my clit, cockhead battering my cervix on every deep plunge. The training-room wall rattled with every impact.