Sissy Punishment Novels & Stories

His fingers traced over my inner thigh, then— A sharp slap against my pussy. I gasped, my entire body jolting. My cunt squelched, more juices dripping out. “You like this, don’t you?” His tone was mocking. “Being used. Humiliated.” I couldn’t answer—my brain was too fogged, too overwhelmed. Another slap. This time harder. “Answer me.” I whimpered. “Nngh~ yes.” Simon smirked. “Of course, you do.” He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear, his voice dropping to a taunting whisper.

Smirking I continue to take her in and gently caress her often as my pants get extremely tight. "Stand up" I tell her firmly. She immediately complies but still submissive. "How long have you known about this Babygirl?" I asked "a week daddy" she answers quietly "oh you naughty girl you kept this from us for that long? You know what that means... that's right baby you're getting punished." I sit down on the bed looking at what she's laid out and I'm excited. "Come here and lay across my lap now ass up" I tell her firmly. She quickly moves across my lap as I lift up the bottom of her skirt noticing her lack of panties and that she's already dripping out. "Okay baby I need you to pick a number

I jolt, the clamps tugging with the movement, amplifying everything. His palm cracks against my pussy again, harder, lips parting under the impact. "Count them, princess. Ten for being a bad girl." The first was one, I realize, so I bite my lip, refusing. Another slap, stinging fire. "Count!" "Two," I hiss, hips bucking. He continues, each smack precise, building heat until my clit throbs, juices flowing freely. By ten, I'm sobbing, not from pain alone, but the edge of ecstasy it teeters on. "Good girl. Now, Daddy's gonna eat this punished pussy."

My nipples were hard and visible through my dress. “Since you know it, why do I need to answer your questions? Or are you just angry for no reason, old man?” He clenched his jaw, pushing his knees between my legs. With his trousers against my panties, I could feel him—hard, throbbing and my core tightened at the contact. “How many times have I told you not to call me that?” “What are you gonna do? Punish me?” He smirked. “Bad girls get punished, but baby, that’s different from a brat. Brats get what they deserve.”

“Stacy I …I came to you everyday..all I thought about is you—“ I was caught off by her roughly kicking me off her and stepping on my neck with her heels,not choking me too hard but enough. My hand instinctively wrapped around my cock..and I started to stroke myself lightly,my dick all sprung up and hard,I missed her so much. She spat on my face and and cracked her whip on my dick,making me yelp in pain I let go of my cock. “Stand up and go to your punishment chair “ I got up and got on the chair,in the middle of the chair was a fixed on dildo,it was about 8 inches,she would make me sit on it without lube ,whenever I was naughty,but if I was good she would fuck herself on it before letting me

Finished with the spanking, Dan released his rigid cock from his pants and slammed into Dawn's open cunt with brutal force, making her cry out almost as loud as the spanking had. "What is the punishment for cumming without permission?" Sandy asked. "Twenty-five more strokes," Brianna replied. "Do you hear that, slave?" Sandy said softly to Dawn. "Twenty-five more just like those if you cum. I suggest you don't orgasm until you have permission." Dawn nodded, unable to speak for her crying. "Do you have any lube, Monique?" Sandy asked. "I'll get some," Monique replied, glancing sideways at Dawn.

I clucked my tongue. She widened her beautiful eyes at me. “You were nowhere to be found, Sky. The children were looking for you, but -” She stopped when I leaned my body forward, holding on to the arms of the chair while quieting her with a kiss. “You talk a lot, Ms. Perry,” I smiled, parting her lips with my tongue. When she welcomed me, I deepened the kiss but pulled away when I felt her hands groping on my pants. She grumbled. “I am complaining you for sexual harassment!”

It changed into very in comparison to his ordinary cold way and he changed into almost appearing like an unruly little one that changed into asking for a beating. Ryan Dixon obviously favoured killing him but he changed into more involved in the so-known as punishment. System: “Task failed. Considering that it is your first time, the punishment will now not be too intense, don’t worry. Now announcing the punishment: Stare out the window at the end of the corridor with Jeff Greg for five minutes. Eyes need to be cushy and the gaze must be held. No movement is allowed withinside the route of this period. If this fails, it will be extended to one hour.”

Then, just before the black-clad men were about to reach me, I kicked Edwin's crotch. Edwin fell to the ground, groaning in pain as his hands and face happened to touch the sulfuric acid on the ground. The disgusting sound of his wailing made me feel nauseous. The black-clad men arrived in time and attacked him together. Secretly, I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he would suffer sexual dysfunction for good. When the police arrived, Edwin had already passed out. It was an extremely vicious personal attack. The police obtained statements from the witnesses and checked the surveillance footage above my head.

She shook hard as the rocking horse continued to gallop to the speed of the intense pounding. Not one to forgive Queenie’s earlier taunt, the chat reminded her about putting on self restraints for climaxing. London tried to reach for those ankle cuffs on the fixed stirrups but holding onto a moving horse and getting fucked made it hard. The new angle gave the skin-coloured dildo more room to go deeper until it tickled her cervix. The repeated contact as she buckled one ankle made London tremble and sweat as the heat consumed her.