Punishment Smut Novels & Stories

I blurted out in an attempt to kill the chain of thoughts rising in my head, as well as to offend him. “When you talk so dirty, baby, you turn me on.” He muttered through lips gliding awakening kisses down my neck. “You’re so fucking cute when you come on to me.” He nibbled and sucked on the skin, leaving hickeys. “That’s not what I was doing.” I protested with a struggle. How on earth did his smutty brain misunderstand the insult? “I ―” His finger silenced me, pressing my lips still. Another finger snuck past the hem of my pajama shorts. I sucked in sharp breaths as his finger slipped inside my panties and stroked my wet slit. Tingles erupt at the bottom of my stomach and my body shuddered.

"You're not only a greedy girl, but you're also very naughty and naughty girls don't get what they want, they don't get a reward, no, they get punished 'till they beg for pardon." He's fucking kidding me!!! I hiss and grit my teeth on control this was punishment and there is bound to be pain and discomfort in punishment. "What are you going to do to me now, sir?" "Punish you like the naughty girl that you are." He answers and begins to rub the dildo against my clit and I can't help moving along with it greedily wanting to get some form of fiction from everything happening. "Denying me orgasm for as long as possible is your plan?"

She whispered, “You said as a punishment you’ll let him fûck me.” I did. And I might’ve even done it in the past. But now even the thought of that makes me want to hurt the most trusted man in my life. I pinched her nîpple and she gasped, her pûssy tightening around my côck. “Would you like that punishment, little slût?” She bit down on her bottom lip and I said, “If you like it how would it be a punishment?” I slipped my hand down to where we were joined and used my thumb to circle her clît. I said, “Maybe, I will punish you by making you take both our côcks in that tight pûssy.”

I feel his hand between my thighs and he tears at my panties, the fabric ripping apart at the force he exerts. "You are so fucking wet." he slams two fingers inside of me suddenly with no warning, making me moan as I arch into him. "Such a dirty little slut, Miss Sidorov. My dirty little slut." "Yours, sir." "I'm going to punish you properly tonight." My brow furrows. "What for?" "For that climax during our first session. It was a punishment, not a reward." He drops me to my feet and then sinks to his knees in front of me, lifting one of my thighs up. "Now be a good girl and hold still."

Damon's eyes flashed with annoyance, his smirk faltering for a fraction of a second. He stepped closer to Antonio, the scent of smoke and cologne wafting off him. Antonio heart raced, sewing him naked and leaning closer to him, but before Antonio could say anything. Damon caught his jaw and spoke to his face. "You must have really lost your mind to say that. Look around you, pretty boy. Each of these men have been fucked mercilessly by you in this very place... whenever you feel like. In form of a punishment or for your own masochistic pleasure. You enjoyed filling your never-ending semen into them holes... until they are half dead...most of them have lost their senses down there from your t

“What am I! I’m just an ex-convict! You jerk! You a**! Put me down! You are dirty! You are disgusting! Put me down! “Go to your new girlfriend! I’m just a freaking ex-convict! I was imprisoned! Why are you even touching me! Get off of me!” Sabrina’s tears flowed out of her eyes freely, dripping down her cheeks and onto her hair. His face was drenched in her spit. Even through his shirt, her sharp nails clawed bloody lines on his chest. If he was not wearing a shirt, she might even dig out his organs and intestines!

He added another finger, his lips spread into a sardonic smile when he took in my pain strike expression. “How perfect.” He remarked amidst his cruel laughter, his hands reaching for my neck, “Don’t like this, bébé?” he taunted, adding another finger into my ass. I parted my lips, swallowing the bile in my throat. We fucked last night, and I didn’t cum without his permission. Why was he punishing me? Was this one of his weird kinks?

he asked, mentally adding three more to her punishment. “Ah! Thank you, Sir! Three, Sir … Th-Thank you …” Aidan alternated between spanking her ass and massaging it, red handprints marking her skin as a reminder of her disobedience. And she counted every single sound, all until twenty. Then he pushed two fingers inside her, delighted that she was dripping wet for him. “You’re a bad girl, Samantha,” he said, his voice husky. “A punishment isn’t supposed to turn you on.”

“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.”

When I peek up, I see Zen sitting against the tree at my side “So, what was the holy avowal about?” “Copulation.” Now that I’ve said it, I’m reminded of the writing all too suddenly. I’m cringing all over! “It was just… too much, you know?! In writing, there’s a thing called too much smut!” I ramble on, gesturing with my hands and keeping my eyes firmly on the tree trunk “If you’re gonna write it, at least make it enjoyable to read! That was just… too coarse! Do you know how much I had to skip over? Oh wait, was it visible on my face that I’m embarrassed? Could people tell?!”