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Luciano * Failing to properly serve * Achieving orgasm without consent * Any other punishable offense as dictated {Forms of Punishment} - Punishments can include spanking, nipple pinching, cropping, hair pulling, withholding of orgasm, caning, any other punishment as she sees fit. - Punishments are intended as complete penance for offenses. Punishments should always fit the crime and would be executed with full understanding that once over, the issue is over. **Section Two: Limits of D/s Contract**

I ask sternly as I hold his hips tightly to hold him still. "I'm sorry Master, it came out of nowhere please forgive me!" He begs as his body trembles with fear. I sit up and keep Mason on my dick as he anticipates a punishment from me. I lean to his ear and his body tenses up. "Such a bad slave, I think you deserve a punishment for that. How about I don't let you cum for a week? Or I could whip you until you're bruised? What about an electrical dildo, those really hurt. Although you'd like that wouldn't you slut? You love the pain I give you," I whisper in his ear as his body reacts to me, his hole clenching around me as I list off punishments.

“Ass all red and pretty and your panties drenched like a desperate little slut. You’re enjoying your punishment way too much.” He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly dragged them down my thighs, exposing my bare, glistening pussy. Cool air kissed my wet lips, making me whimper. “So fucking pretty,” he growled. Two thick fingers slid through my slickness, spreading me open. “This spoiled little cunt is dripping for your stepdad’s hand. You’re not a college girl anymore, Missy. You’re my brat. My toy to tame.” He brought his hand down again and this time directly on my exposed pussy. The wet smack made me cry out, a sharp burst of stinging pleasure exploding through

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?”

Sissy tried to retaliate but was held by Scorpion, he pushed her backward. “Do you wanna sign a death wish, don’t hit her back idiot” he snapped silently at her. She struggle her hand away from his grip, scoffing as Cassie smirked at her. “Leave me alone, I’m gonna deal with that b!tch” Sissy growled, but couldn’t do anything because Macho was watching her and his eyes holds deadly glares “No one is bringing back any corpse, and as for you Sissy, you are gonna serve a two weeks punishment when we are back from the mission. You will be suspended” Macho stated, Sissy scoffs

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."

I love it. I close my eyes, trying to find a rhythm in the buzzing, but there is none. There is only the low hum, and the terrifying realisation that I have six more days of this ahead of me. I don’t know how I’m going to survive a week of being his toy, but as I look at him, I know I’ll do exactly what he says. I am his desperate bitch, and this is my reality. *** Day 2 Of Punishment The bass of the club thumps in sync with the agonisingly slow vibration between my legs. I’m sitting in a plush booth at a club, dressed in a sophisticated dress that hides the fact that I am currently being filled and teased by a pair of dildo panties.

Her vulnerability was heart-wrenching, a broken girl reliving years of hell, her bitter life a litany of wrongs: endless abuse, stolen childhood, dreams crushed under his boot. But it seemed someone heard her pleas as the door burst open like a storm. Silas, having followed after hearing from a student witness. His intimidating frame filled the entry, eyes blazing with controlled fury. "Get away from her!" he thundered, voice deep and commanding. Her father whirled, sneering at him. "Who the fuck are you? Her pimp?" Silas moved with masterful precision, subduing the man in seconds, a firm grip on his arm, twisting it behind his back, forcing him to the ground without excess force.

I whimpered, my head rolling back. "That's it," he grunted, his one hand moving from my a*ss to take a hold of my hair. "Be a good girl for me. You’ve been begging for this since the moment I first put that belt on your skin. You want me to ruin you, don't you?" I was delirious, nodding frantically as I arched into the right angle. "Yes... punish me, Daddy... I’m sorry, just don't stop... ah..."

The First Punishment I turned, hands on the wooden pulpit. I felt him behind me. His breath was hot on my ear. He pulled up my skirt slowly, reverently. My lace panties soaked through. He let out a low, pained groan. “Fifteen. For the lust in your heart.” The first smack echoed in the empty chapel. Then another. And another. By the tenth, I was whimpering, but he didn’t stop. “Say thank you, Nia.” “Thank you, Pastor,” I sobbed.