Punishment Smut Novels & Stories

No matter how mad or gone I was, I would never. I pushed her back against the bed before she could get my hard cōck out, removing her heels and pants way quicker than I had done by the waterfall. Within seconds she was completely naked and ready for me. She spread her legs, making me painfully hard. I slapped her pūssy so fūcking hard that it instantly turned red. “Fūck.” She hissed at the burning sensation. “Does my little Slūt like pain?” I asked her as I rubbed her pūssy before smacking it again.

🔞Warning🔞: This chapter contains EXPLICIT smuts. Readers, please read at your own discretion. If you are not comfortable with this, just skip the entire chapter. ******* The position they were in reminded Sean of the same thing not so long ago — the moment of sweet punishment. He remembered wanting nothing more than to hit and kick Oswin for daring to invade his private part, but now, in this exact position, he wanted to beg Oswin to do that again. He knew he was uncharacteristically shameless, but not only the heart but also the body wanted what it wanted.

The result I expected was humiliation, hardcore humiliation at being smacked like an errant child when she came here hoping to get fucked like a good little slut. She only shrieked thrice or four times as my palm made contact with that exact spot on her left ass, the color turning red under my hard smacking before she started whimpering before she started raising her ass cheeks to meet my next smack before the smell of her arousal hit my nostril and filled the room. Bitch! She was getting turned on by pain and punishment and fuck if that wasn't a fucking turn-on to me.

[No! [But…] Another text comes in before I can finish typing. [Except you want me to punish you, Princess.] Looking at the wink emoji, I feel conflicted. How bad can the punishment be? Several results pop up on G****e once I look up “Sex Dungeon Punishment”. “Oh my God!” I gasp, seeing all the images and video previews. I see women tied and gagged. That’s not even the crazy part. Some of them are being rimmed by things as big as my arm.

She bit her lip shyly, glancing at him through her lashes. He noticed the blush, finding it endearing—the way her shyness colored her reactions without overwhelming them. "Good. Now, for kinks and activities. We'll keep it light for the trial, tailored to your comfort. Things like light bondage and perhaps soft cuffs or ropes, nothing extreme. Impact play, such as spanking with my hand or a paddle, but only if it helps with release, not punishment. What are you comfortable with? Any hard limits?"

"Well, if he's going to start punishing you on a regular basis, you should have a safe word. A lot of people use yellow to slow things down or lower intensity and red to stop them." "Why would she need to be punished?" Janet asked me. "I'm punished for orgasming without Master's permission, or for losing focus on giving others pleasure when I cum. It could be any number of things determined by the parties involved. We have an acquaintance called Slut who enjoys being punished. I'm sure there are many things she does specifically to anger her Mistress so she can be punished. Master has punished me a couple times at my request and once because he wanted to." "You asked to be punished? Do you e

I yelped, the sting blooming into heat that shot straight to my clit. “Count them,” she ordered. “One,” I gasped. Another smack, harder, on the other cheek. “Two.” She alternated, each slap leaving my skin tingling and red, my pussy leaking down my thighs. By ten, I was sobbing, hips rocking back for more, the pain twisting into exquisite pleasure. “Look at you,” Lucia murmured, her fingers dipping between my legs to spread my wetness. “Your cunt is weeping for me. You love being punished, don’t you?”

She smiles and whispers, “I just love your p***s.” Then she puts him in her mouth. Unlike me, she takes all of him. Her head bobs up and down while she stares up at him and while she is touching herself. I didn’t dare to watch more. I take a step back. I am feeling faint and I know I am pale. It is painful watching it at first, but it starts to dull my emotions. My mate is having a hard-on by using physical pain on other women. And he calls it punishment, even when the women subjected to it, are gaining pleasure from it.

She kept silent, not wanting to give him more fuel with which to punish her. Another smack landed on her ass, and she felt him press in on it instead of lifting his hand immediately. Heat covered her flesh from the sting. “You want it, don’t you?” Another smack. “You can tell me. I know what a slut you really are. I know how much you love men—all men—to want you and then take you.” Another smack to her ass, this one harder. “Dean may piss you off, but that’s part of what turns you on, isn’t it? You want that smug little shit to force you to your knees and make you suck him off.” Another smack. “Don’t you?” And another.

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.'