Punishment Smut Novels & Stories

The voice is deep, and although refined, sounds dangerous. Then I hear another voice------ voices I mean. “She’s trembling.” “She’s ready.” “Slut already knows what she came for.” Slut. That words that's an insult to some makes my breath hitch, and my thighs clench together. I have never been normal, and although I'm ashamed of my needs and urges, that's exactly why I'm here; to do sick, degrading things that normal people will throw up at. Pain makes me quiver, humiliation makes me leak pussy juices down my legs and degrading words bring me pure, dirty pleasure.

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?”

“But we both know what a desperate slut you are.” She came anyway, hard, shamefully, and squirting around the dildo, piss mixing with her juices, running down her thighs onto the floor. Damon laughed and kept going, forcing her straight into another orgasm before the first even ended. Over and over. The bench creaked under her thrashing. Her voice went hoarse from screaming. The plug in her ass shifted with every convulsion, pressing against the dildo through her thin wall. She lost count after the fourth orgasm. Everything mixed into pain and unwanted pleasure.

lower lip. “Well then I suppose you should be punished accordingly. Those are very naughty thoughts, Megan. And those very naughty thoughts...” his voice trailed off as he looked me over. “Yes Father, “ I whispered. “Very naughty thoughts deserve to be punished.” Father Michaels went to his desk and opened the shoebox with the toys I’d brought. “To punish you I am going to put this in your anus.” He pulled out the large butt plug with the wireless remote. Clicking it, it came to life. “We don’t have any lubricant, Father,” I protested. I honestly hadn’t thought to grab the bottle of lube from the drawer of my nightstand. “Oh yes we do,” he said, looking straight at my wet cunt. “Get up and

he murmured, running his thumb across her bottom lip, then dragging it down her neck, he was claiming every inch, “then you make yourself cum without permission. Without my cock. Without my hands. Without my fucking voice inside you.” She gasped, her chest rising fast. “I…I’m sorry…” “Oh, I know,” he smiled darkly. “You’re sorry now. But do you think sorry is enough for me, baby?” She whimpered. Then. He leaned in, his mouth grazing her ear. “And while you were in here, touching yourself like a filthy little bitch in heat…” he whispered, “I was punishing them.” She froze. Her eyes widened. “W-what?” she breathed. “I punished them,” he said again, slow and cruel, letting the words drag down h

He gave me three hard smacks on my ass, growling out as he punished me for making him so damn desperate to have me. “You’re being a brat, little girl. Do you need to be punished.” He spanked me again, then his other hand started on my other cheek. The sting his sharp slaps gave me was like a shot of heroin, fueling my body and making my pussy throb painfully. “Yes! Fuck yes, I need to be punished.” “Then promise me you won’t let me feed on you.” I sighed with a moan. My ass was so incredibly soar and my pussy was a sticky mess of desire from it. “I promise, daddy.”

I might have an idea what's coming next, Yet I wasn't prepared. A smack strikes against my butt, jiggling in the process as I bite back a whimper. Next comes almost instantly, sharper this time. Another one stings painfully that I yelp. My butt burns and comes another two smacks. “Fuck!” I whimper, clenching my fist as tears blur my vision. “These five smacks for fantasizing about another man,” He says, caressing the burn now. “There's more?” I ask breathlessly. He chuckles, pinching my other cheek and striking a sharp smack. My knees tremble at the effect.

Black dots clouded my vision as I came down from my high, my head spinning at the intensity of my orgasm. “Let me see your fingers,” he requested. I took fast breaths as I pulled my essence coated fingers from between my thighs and took a picture, sending it to him. “Cazzo. You've been such a bad girl. Don't you think you deserve to be punished, Sì?” He coaxed, and I felt my body heat up once more as my thighs trembled. Oh my God, I think I'm broken, because why the hell did the thought of him punishing me turn me on so much.

And there goes another slap on my butt, which causes me to flinch and raise my butt, my eyes going back to the car door again as I hiss. “And here I thought you’ve finally become a good boy,” he said, his voice filled with disappointment. “You've disappointed me, Layland.” Then he clicked his tongue while shaking his head. “This is why I am punishing you. You need to be taught a lesson.” Punishing me? I knew very well that was just an excuse for him to do some perverted things to me. But that doesn't mean I would complain. My butt cheeks are aching a little, but that couldn't even be compared to how my body had started heating up in lust even more. Even my cock, which was just throbbing a mo

my d*ck seemed to ask confused when it felt the betrayed feeling of being left open when things were reaching D*ck Euphoria. “You naughty little vixen,” I spoke through gritted teeth when she climbed back on my chest and left my pulsing member behind. “Uh uh uh, if I were you, I would try to be a good boy,” Samantha teased. “Or else the punishment shall prolong till the next morning,” she purred before tearing away her insanely sexy lacy brassiere in a clean sweep to reveal every man’s perfect fantasy. “It is a pity that you would have to watch me pleasure myself without even getting to touch me,” she baited me and the metallic handcuffs around my hands almost broke apart.