Punishment Smut Novels & Stories

"Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I already did that back then at the woods, I'm not giving you that–" “It's not a fucking request, do it now!” His expression remained unreadable. "You need to be punished, little omega. You saw what you shouldn’t have seen. You did what you shouldn’t have done and no, what I made you do was touch yourself, what you're about to witness is something much worse.." I folded my arms with my heart racing. "And what? You think humiliating me by making me naked is a punishment?"

"If this is what you want, then let's be done with it." Simone was suddenly seized by panic, even though I was talking to Davide. He wanted to say something, but stopped himself when he remembered his promise to Maria. He assumed that since this was my final punishment, he would never let me be wronged again in the future. He remained convinced that he had plenty of time to make amends to me later. Having justified it to himself, Simone averted his gaze. He quietly snapped a few photos of my degradation and sent them off to Maria.

Without hesitation, he slapped me and locked me in my room without food for two days. This time, all because I opened a window, he was willing to condemn both our child and me to death. I didn’t know how long had passed when the cellar door cracked open, letting in a thin beam of light. For one desperate moment, I thought he had changed his mind. I struggled to stand… Only to see Celine, wrapped in a thick down coat, looking down at me from above, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Vesper, how did you end up like this?" she said in feigned surprise. "He was just too worried about me and acted impulsively when he punished you. Please don’t blame him."

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.

He sticks one finger straight into my cunt and smiles when he feels how wet I am. “She’s soaked,” he says to Cole. I blush and avoid Holt’s gaze. “Taste how wet you are,” Holt says, holding up his finger. I suck on his finger. When I try to look away, Holt gently slaps my cheek, “Look at me, slut. I want to watch you touch yourself.” I stare into Holt’s eyes as I suck on his finger, lust swirling in my body. “I think this little slut needs an extra punishment,” Holt says, holding up something that looks like a chain to Cole, ‘What do you think?”

The longest I have had to cum in my twenty-eight fucking life. Today, Sam says he’s punishing me for not replying to his sex chat. Why? I was having a pleasant time with my lovely Benson. And now, I’m paying for a sexual crime. If I’m to be punished like this always, then I don’t mind being a criminal. I can already sense that it will be fun getting punished by Sam tonight. I watched Sam head over to my bedside drawers, and he pulled out one of my vibrators. I knew what Sam had in mind and felt my heart racing.

(slight mature content ahead) Author's pov "Punishment? What punishment? And why punishment? What did I do to get punished? " Zeenat asked looking with wide eyes at Zarun "Punishment for doing this stunt princess. Punishment for thinking that low of me. Punishment for Thinking that being physically intimate will solve every single problem in our life and punishment for being so stupid." Zarun said with a smirk that made Zeenat feel weird It's the first time that Zarun is acting like that, naughty and evil but not some serious evilness but playful one and exciting all together.

"Let me go! Punish me everyday! I'll pay my cousin's debts!" "Enough, Tamara. Don't try taking off your clothes." Ah, he gives up. What the hell. He's lost everything anyway. His own family had kicked him out anyway. He's blacklisted for being too incompetent. They didn't need him anymore. "Damn, what am I gonna do with you?" "Punish me." "Tamara, that's not how I punish women in bed. I don't hit them with wood or something." "Then how to punish them there? Do you put pillows on their faces so they couldn't breathe?"

I grab his hair back, pull out, rub my cock against the remaining lube on my glove, and I pushed back in fully. I start thrusting feral and fast. The sound of our bodies hitting filled the quiet room "You're nothing but a bad boy." "And bad boys don't deserve slow fucks." I slapped his ass again, loving the print and the way his body reddened and jerked. "You deserve to be fucked like a whore. A gigolo. A used, dirty cum-shit meant to ride my dick and suck me dry." I say with successive slaps on his ass. Asher’s body quaver, convulsing on the bed, lifting and trying to slip my grasp while still gripping the sheet and rubbing his cock against the mattress.

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll