Punishments Stories Novels & Stories

His son was punished for his depravity. He comes from a pack where the victim is often punished, especially for sodomy!

“Does it happen often?” “What, the lockdown?” “No. Murder, other crimes.” “Yes. I don’t think there’s a month where a crime didn’t happen. Lockdown is only implemented if the culprit is still not found. Other crimes such as theft didn’t require it.” “What’s the punishment? For murder?” George asked as he settled himself on the bed. I slumped myself beside him, sighing at the fragrant quilt. “Banishment. To rogue wolves.” “What the fuck? That’s barbaric!”

They'd gone as far as burning my skin with hot coal, and it was a recurring punishment for the tiniest mistakes I’d dared to make. Sometimes, the punishments I received weren't even borne from the mistakes I’d made because I’d tried so hard to be without blame so that they wouldn't have any reason to harm me. Much to my horror, they’d always find something insignificant that was worth being punished for. I knew the punishments were as a result of a deep rooted hatred they’d harbored for me because they went as far as leaving me to sleep on bare gravel in the cold for no reason. Anyone who’d suffered what they’d exposed me to wouldn't have made it out alive like I’d managed to.

Pain exploded, stars bursting in her vision as she stumbled. He grabbed her arm, nails digging in, dragging her toward his rusted truck. "You're coming home, you worthless slut! No more running off with your sugar daddy. I'll beat the disobedience out of you, make you beg for mercy! Life's bitter wrong is girls like you thinking you can defy your father, I'll teach you the truth with my fists!" Kyra cowered, old terror resurfacing, flashbacks of basement lockups, fists raining down, her cries ignored. She whimpered pitifully, body going limp in his grip, tears streaming. "Stop... it hurts..."

“I’m not sure. I don’t really know what your punishments involve.” “Lashes usually. The severity ranging from poison tipped, the type of whip and the amount. That’s your most basic punishment. It can be worse but I’m not sure if Aelia would allow that to go further.” I looked at Nate sadly. He shivered at the thought. “Our punishments are about both setting an example and causing pain to remind us not to do it again. We are stronger than just about any race out there, so it’s easy to forget that we are breakable sometimes. Also of the punishments revolve around reminding us of our humanity.”

Why didn't you die instead of Nate? Dylan tried to make excuses. "I didn't do anything! Did Nathan tell you something? I can understand that he didn't like me, but for him to slander me like this is unacceptable!" Dylan had been confined to his room these days and was in a very weak state. Kayla grabbed his throat and threw him down next to her parents with their broken legs. They immediately lunged at him and slapped his face viciously. "How dare you slander Nate! The day he came home, this was how you got him punished and had his right hand beaten, wasn't it?

He also tracked down my stepmother, who'd hidden abroad, thinking she'd be safe there. In the dark basement, the draw box that had once been used to punish me was brought out again. However, the notes inside were no longer just about standing in the corner or being confined. One hundred lashes, kneeling on broken glass, three days of fasting, immersion in ice water... Each horrifying punishment symbolized a deep-seated loathing.

If she wasn't, the punishment would have been severe. Yes, my dad may be the mayor, and my mum the sheriff, but the rules of the pack were different from those that governed the town. If a culprit caught my dad's attention, and he wanted to punish them as the alpha, sometimes, they were even given the death penalty, and others were given much harsher punishments.

“Complacency to a crime committed is also, in of itself a crime. A punishable crime by our laws. Today we will hear their confession, convict them, and punish them for the crime of complacency to abuse and neglect of a female and minor. Alpha Joseph, Beta Dimitri, Gamma Peter, Gamma Ross, and Colby Bloomfield, please move to the courtyard. Each one of you will be called to state your confession, then receive your punishment. The punishment is five lashes with enough strength to be memorable, but not strong enough to damage.” I watched in shock, and horror as all 5 males moved to the courtyard, and faced the stage. They all stood straight backed, with hands behind their backs, heads bowed. “B

“Yeah.” Once she sat down and we both took a bite to eat, I tried to get back to our conversation. “So you don’t believe in punishment?” Raiden sure does. He and his dad had decided how to punish everyone involved. Steven was dead. The rest were stuck in the dungeon for a few weeks, some longer. And the worst were lashed with a silver-tipped whip and then sent back to the dungeon. The evidence Stephen provided made it clear who was involved in what, making it simple to identify the ringleaders and those who simply followed their instructions.