Punishments Stories Novels & Stories

Slowly, she sat down in a chair and picked up the intercom. Dad did the same. “The verdict is in.” His voice was flat. “Manslaughter and abuse. Sentences to be served concurrently. Life imprisonment.” Mom’s hand holding the receiver trembled as she looked at Dad. “You didn’t write me a statement of forgiveness.” “No, I did not.” Mom pressed her head against the glass. “Howard. Every night I dream of Bella. She would be standing by the bed, covered in blood. She asked me why I had hit her brother.”

he asked as he kept pounding harder inside me. ‎"I love it!" I exclaimed as my pussy tightened around him. ‎"This pussy is mine now." he groaned and spanked my thighs, hard. "Say your pussy is mine alone," he ordered. ‎"Yes, yes. My pussy is yours now. Yours alone." I scream. ‎And with one last powerful thrust on my pussy, I cum hard. He had yet to cum, so he kept on fucking me. I can feel my juices oozing and sloshing out as he continues punishing my cunt.

His expression was devoid of any warmth, just clear disdain. As soon as I was done serving all three of them, I walked back to where I had stood before. "Kneel," Alexander commanded, his voice filled with spite. Why couldn't he just kill me? This humiliation was worse than a shot to the head, but there was nothing I could do. This was my fate now, to be punished in place of Aria.

I hesitantly share my view, getting increasingly anxious when Ren doesn’t respond and just stares at me. “You’re right. So what do you propose, my love?” Is he seriously asking me that?! “I don’t know… what are some other punishments that can be used?” “It always depends on the crime, just as I told you. The worst is of course death, then there’s lashing or bone-breaking, flaying, silver injections… Those are punishments for really serious crimes. Then there’s the solitary confinement, which means the wolf is supposed to be completely separated from everyone else and atone for their actions. Lack of contact with the outside world makes the wolf go into hiding and that leaves the human side t

The second stroke, I bite my lower lip. The third stroke, I begin to exhale loudly. The fourth stroke, I couldn't help but make a pained sound. The fifth stroke, I began to break out in a cold sweat. Finally, after the endless ordeal, the punishment was over. My lower lip was almost bitten through by me. It was only five strokes, but each swat made me want to scream in pain. As Mistress Hawthorne said, punishment doesn't show mercy. "This is the first punishment. If you make a mistake next time, then the punishment will be doubled. Be good." Mistress Beaumont said coldly. Her warning carried a merciless chill.

They pleaded, looking sad. However, that wasn't enough to shake me because of my… I bit my lower lips hard to refuse vehemently, “I…” “Have you heard about Beta Wyatt's punishment?” One of them began, changing the topic, which made me shake my head. “According to the rumors, all those who annoy Beta Wyatt always have the worst ending, especially liars. Beta Wyatt hated liars. An example of his punishment is ordering for the person to be skinned alive.” She revealed, which made my heart skip in fear.

He almost never said it was okay. If someone made a mistake, the price was cruel. A man who stole bread to feed his child was tied outside in the cold for two nights with no food. A young woman who asked a guard why he took grain from her field was forced to scrub the training ground alone while others stood and watched. Her hands bled, and no one stepped in. The punishments were meant to teach, Leo said, but they only taught fear.

’ ‘He told him a big story he would never forget in his life. ‘And what was the story mum?’ she asked in enthusiasm. ‘You sure you want to hear it?’ She asked. ‘Why not mum?’ ‘You grandfather told him this story…. There was a boy who lived with his grandfather in a country side. He was sent to stay with his grandfather by his parents as he was a very mischievous boy. The punishment never had any impact on him because he still went on living his rough life. This boy would always play with crackers and he was always warned by his granny many times to stop that but he wouldn’t relent. He would always say ‘I’m sorry’ to his granny. One day, his granny went out for a walk and the boy was left alo

“You ten are the reason we fight to protect our children. Men and women like you have no morals. May the Goddess take pity on you because we will not.” Anthony nodded and all eight were forced to their knees. “All of you will receive one hundred lashes, and then set free to clear Alpha Cullens lands before the families of the children and women you trafficked will be set loose to hunt you down. If you make his border first you are free to go. Except you, Jerry Richards. Your crimes are more severe. After your lashes, the survivors of the Paradise Fall pack, their mates, family as well as the survivors of the compound you supplied Weres to will each get two slashed with a blade of thei

“You want to know what punishment looks like in my world?” His face is inches from mine. His scent wraps around me; his body heat seeps through my clothes. “Enlighten me,” I say, trying to sound braver than I feel. “Punishment is what happens when the men in Naples find the producer who thinks he can outmaneuver them and cut off his fingers one by one until he tells them exactly where you are,” he says, voice low and lethal. “Punishment is me sending your throat‑cut manager’s file to every tabloid in Europe and watching them drag your name through the mud with his while you sit in a safe house wondering why nobody believes you.”