Stripped And Punished Novels & Stories

“Please, forgive me.” I knelt down, grabbed her dirty face, and then spat on her. “I should forgive you, bitch.” I slapped her hard, causing blood to drip as she screamed in pain. “This is how she screamed when I was hitting her for you. You made me lose my most precious possession, and I will make you suffer for that.” I stood up. “Strip her.” “Please, no," she pleaded as they began to strip off her clothes. “I won’t do that again.”

he ordered the warrior holding the whip, and he returned to his seat, angry. Beta repeated the Alpha's order, "You heard the Alpha's order, twenty lashes!" The warrior positioned himself behind Livia, holding the whip. Without warning, he struck her, causing a loud scream that echoed throughout the area. The punishment continued, with the warrior whipping her relentlessly, seemingly enjoying the task. The pack members' reactions were divided. Some were delighted to see Luna being punished, while others couldn't bear to watch the brutal spectacle. The only sounds heard were the loud screams, cries, and the cracking of the whip. Everyone was silent, no one dared to make a sound. Livia's face w

- Is it because the wounds were smeared with something? He nodded. - There is such an ointment - "Stronkh". When criminals are punished, as you understand, we do not have prisons, the higher the guilt, the worse the punishment. Let’s say for theft, it doesn’t matter if it’s a man or a woman, they shave the back of the head and smear it with this ointment, the hair in that area will not grow again until the end of their lives, even when turning into a beast, bare skin remains - this is a sign so that everyone knows that before him breaking the law. For a murder by negligence, they are flogged with whips and smeared with the same ointment, after healing, torn disgusting scars remain.

Not only me but others like me, I found out that Alpha Brimstone had about ten shifters in his pack. Alpha Brimstone had all of us shifters doing work in the pack and if we mess up, we will get punished. The way he will punish us is he will whip us in front of the entire pack, the worst part is that he had us to strip our clothes off. To be humiliated like that I felt worthless. While others were feeling broken, there was times that Brimstone become a maniac that he will pick out one of us and will start beating us, he will not stop until he is tired.

Cadence’s mind raced as she tried to endure the punishment, her thoughts consumed by a mixture of pain and shame. “Three,” she whispered, her voice strained as she struggled to maintain her composure. As Alberto continued to deliver the punishment, Cadence felt herself sinking deeper into a state of submission. The physical pain was accompanied by a sense of emotional release, a catharsis born from the acknowledgment of her wrongdoing. “Four,” she uttered, her voice barely above a whisper as tears welled in her eyes. With each successive spank, Cadence felt herself surrendering to the punishment, her body yielding to Alberto’s authority. The rhythm of the strikes became a metronome, marking

“You’re not sorry. Your cunt is gushing all over me. You love being punished like this, don’t you?” He spanked her ass hard while still fucking her, the sharp cracks echoing louder than her moans. Each slap made her scream and clench tighter around him. Her ass burned, the skin bright red under his palm. He was relentless—pounding into her with punishing strokes that made her whole body jolt forward, the handcuffs rattling against the desk leg.

He stood and walked over to them, ‘ Voi due.’ [You two.] He pointed to the two youngest, aged twenty and twenty two, dismissing the two eldest, he sat back on the sofa, ‘Striscia.’ [Strip.] He commanded and when they were naked and kneeling before him he cuffed their wrists and tied them over the spanking stools, he took them one at a time, using his range of whips he did not break their skin just used their pain to bring him pleasure. When he found his release they had red asses and a few stripes on their back, nothing compared to what they would face in the future from the men in his club.

Some of them were slaves too, they would be punished any time for doing nothing, was the message I was passing across. "Shut up!" the head of guards growled. "I won't shut up," this time, I had already been dragged near the pole. "Well if you won't shut up, then let me help you," he said calmly and I suddenly had a bad feeling about this. He faced the guards. "You! bring pepper," he pointed to one. "You! bring salt," he said to another. "Strip her," What made me angry wasn't the pepper or the salt that they were sent to bring instead, it was the stripping. What was with these guys and stripping? A strange fetish in their pack. This was a bad habit.

she ordered them and Justin pleaded with his mother to spare him he knew how bad the special treatment was, a person could barely come out alive from that place “And find me that pregnant woman!! I will end her life myself!!” she hit the table angrily and the guards dragged Justin to the room of punishment it had every weapon gun, knife, ropes, blades, electric shocks, and so many torturous objects. They tied both his hands and undressed him and poured extremely hot salty water on him burning him. They then got some strong black whips and they stood in opposite directions and began weeping him continually. They were heartless men and did not even stop for a second even with his loud cries. T

I said, my gaze unwavering, "you stand accused of taking an innocent life. Your actions have brought shame not only upon yourself but to this pack as well. Therefore, the punishment will be severe." He flinched, his bravado completely shattered. Defeat hung heavy in his eyes, his face a mask of despair. "You shall be banished from our pack," I continued, my voice heavy with the weight of the decision. "Exiled to a faraway land, where harsh labor will be your only companion,” “But before you leave," I added, my voice hardening further, "there will be a public flogging. A physical reminder of the gravity of your crime. Perhaps the sting of the whip will finally force you to admit your wrongdoi