Stripped And Punished Novels & Stories

The man gripped her hair and fucked her face hard, his balls slapping against her chin with every thrust. I tried to push past them, my heart racing and my thighs slick. Then I saw the worst of it. A tall, curvy stripper was pinned against the wall completely naked. A muscular man had one of her legs hooked over his arm as he fucked her hard and fast. His thick cock slammed into her pussy with brutal strokes. Her tits bounced wildly with every thrust. She moaned loudly, her back arching as he pounded her without mercy. The wet slapping sounds of his cock destroying her cunt echoed down the hallway.

His reactions were quicker than hers as he easily caught her hand when she went to slap him, ‘Two strikes ZayKa, one more and you will be punished.’ He clipped her seatbelt around her waist and stood his eyes dancing as they raked over her, ‘I warn you ZayKa, punishing you is going to give me a great deal of pleasure because when I give you a punishment you will be naked.’

Something thin and hard poked me in the throat, tapping lightly at my neck, making me quake. "Strip." I shuddered, fear chasing humiliation, and slowly shook my head. The object slapped across my right cheek hard, leaving a sting I have felt before, under better circumstances. It was a crop, long and leather, a tool for punishment and teasing, cool and hard against my skin. Another vicious rap, hard enough to turn my head. "Strip, slut. Now."

Dante says, "Three months in the punishment cells, you will be disciplined daily, your body will be broken, your spirit will be cleansed, and if you survive, if the prophecy stops, then we will decide if you're worth keeping alive." "Three months of torture," I whisper. "That's my punishment." "That's your mercy," Dante corrects, "You should be grateful we're not executing you today." "Strip her," Beta Marcus orders. "What?" My eyes go wide, "No!" "Strip her shirt," Marcus clarifies. "The pack needs to see what happens to traitors." Two female warriors step forward, they grab my shirt and rip it off, I'm standing there in just my thin undershirt, my arms are covered in bruises, my skin is ma

“You wanted to trade my untainted body with a million dollars for your biological daughter to spend, but in the end, I was rescued and your daughter was tortured for a night instead. “What is this called? “All justice will be served, and all wicked will be punished! “All wicked will be punished! “Is it also out of your love for me that you pushed me into this abyss? “Ah!

It looks as if she’s going in deeper this time but he’s not showing any signs of pain from it. “Well I consider assault, especially revenge type assault, unforgivable. Damian informed everyone on the bus that the penalty for assault is a bare bottom spanking and that is what they received. Each of them received ten full strength hits from my Delta Anthony to their bare bottom before being sent home and banished from my land. Reports for permanent expulsion from the program as well as additional physical punishment to be carried out by Alpha Redmen were also recommended for Dallas and Richard.

I finished coldly. As Supreme Luna, I had the authority to pass judgment on crimes against the werewolf community. And these three had certainly committed such crimes. "For your crimes of conspiracy, betrayal, and facilitating the suffering of innocent werewolves," I said, my voice carrying the weight of judgment, "I strip you of your wolf spirits." Gasps echoed through the room. Stripping someone of their wolf was the ultimate punishment, leaving them weaker than humans, unable to ever shift or heal or connect with a pack again.

I didn’t know what to say to him or the exact words to say to defend myself, so I just stood there in silence. My silence made his blood boil even more, eyes tightened with fury. Strip!!! I raised a brow, frowning. What did he mean I should strip? Is this his way of punishment? And then it clicked on me that he has always punished me this way. He punished me with sex while warning me not to disobey him again. He stared at me that my skin started burning. His stares were not only burning through my skin, they were making my pussy tingle and I really wanted to be ruined by this man.

The penalty is being stripped of your ability to mate. I raise my hand to palm my mouth in horror. I turn back to the lady. "What is he going to do to them?" He is Harry in this equation. "Normally, they are to be stripped of their parts, but the Alpha's punishment for all crimes done in his pack is death." I flinch at the last word. Isn't that too far? "That's..." I can't find the right word. "Just." The woman completes it for me, but the look in her eyes tells me that she thinks it's anything but just.

It carved something deeper into me than any leather strap possibly could. I carefully peeled off what remained of my shredded uniform. The cool air instantly kissed my raw skin, and I hissed sharply in agony. My body was a horrifying map of relentless cruelty—old scars marking Vera’s lessons, burns from the boiling water she had “accidentally” spilled, and now these ten angry, weeping stripes dripping blood steadily down my spine. I couldn’t reach all of them myself, but if I didn’t manage to clean them, a rapid infection would surely finish what the whip had successfully started.