Novel & Cerita Stripped And Punished

I sucked in a sharp breath as his hand came down again, a little harder this time. “This is for calling yourself a disgrace.” Oh. It actually stung a little now, radiating a sharp heat. “For calling yourself a disappointment.” It had only been three strikes, but my skin was already on fire. How on earth was I supposed to handle thirty or forty? I honestly couldn't even remember how many awful things I had mumbled against myself last night. One final strike landed firmly against my cheek. “And the last one, for calling yourself pathetic.”

The punishment commenced. I gritted my teeth as I felt the whip lash across my skin, each strike sending a searing pain throughout my body. The guards were merciless, striking me repeatedly with their whips as I hung there, bound and helpless. I tried my best to steel myself against the pain, but it was overwhelming. I could feel the skin on my back and arms tearing with each strike, and I could taste blood in my mouth from biting my lip so hard.

His body bore the evidence of these brutal encounters - bruises that painted his skin in shades of purple and blue, burns that marred his flesh, and wounds that were clear reminders of the severity of his self-punishment. As each day passed, the sessions grew more intense, the dominatrixes pushing Carver to his limits and beyond. The sound of the whip cracking against his skin became a regular chorus, each lash a physical manifestation of his inner agony. The floggers left welts that crisscrossed his back, the pain a constant companion that he welcomed, a punishment he believed he deserved.

Killing the man that caused her sorrow for six years. She tried escaping after the assault done to her, and the slaves, and again she was caught, she remembered the punishment they gave her, they stripped her naked, tied her back on the table and flogged her with wires and irons, that was the worst days of her life, but it will sound foolish to say that the punishment never deterred her from trying again, from trying to escape again, instead it motivated her to leave the god damned forsaken hole.

“You know why you're being punished, don't you, Pup?” The strips swept against her backside this time with a featherlight touch and her pussy twitched. “Yes, Sir. Because I disobeyed you, Sir.” “That's right.” The whip made contact deliberately this time and she jolted. It startled more than it hurt, but the contact was still jarring. “You put yourself in danger,” he continued, punctuating his lecture with a much sharper stroke. She gasped and struggled not to lift my head. “Yes, Sir.”

She was always saying stop, and I never wanted to stop with her. "Say that word again—stop, and your punishment increases. For every time you say stop, you get a punishment. I'll be counting, and when I feel it's enough, I'll make sure you're punished accordingly." I informed her, then my eyes roamed over her ugly choice of clothing again and I repeated, "Strip, doll, unless you want to leave here without clothes, because I will rip them off you."

All I said was that I did not want Wendy's money, and somehow that turned into me stopping her from paying the whole class's tuition? I opened my mouth wanting to explain, but a slap landed across my face instead. I looked up and saw Ivan Sanders caressing Wendy with a heartbroken expression on his face. Then, he pointed at me and roared, "Are you really that petty?! Wendy was kind enough to pay the whole class's tuition and help everyone, and this is how you treat her? You're disgusting!" My face burned in pain as I gritted my teeth. Then, I grabbed Ivan by the hair and slapped him three to four times continuously. "If something's wrong with your brain, go get it checked! If you can't under

But Dad remained impassive as he looked at me and said, "According to the rules, when Tommy does something wrong, you get double the punishment!" A thick cane whistled through the air and lashed viciously across my back. "Ah!" I screamed, my thin shirt offering no protection against the brutal force. A searing pain shot across my back instantly, as if my skin had been split open. The lashes rained down mercilessly on me. From my arms and my back down to my thighs, no part of me was spared. I writhed on the floor in agony, instinctively covering my head with both hands. Cold sweat poured down my face as my vision blurred.

Felix growls, he must have linked a couple of warriors he trusted as four walk in, two grab the one standing from behind while the other two grab the one on the floor as Felix says, “They are pups. They are meant to have fun while still learning... You both are not worthy of being one of our warriors… I strip you of your rank… Take them to the cells… Make this known throughout the pack anyone that willing followed my father and the Beta will now be stripped of their ranking and placed in the cells to be court marshalled…”

Penn stated as Vallas nodded. “Two strikes in.” Vallas said and when Stanley and Rima looked at him in surprise, he continued. “One more strike within the next two months and you are out and I do not need to tell you about the only way you get to leave the resistance right?” Vallas asked and when they shook their heads, he nodded as he smiled. “Glad we understand ourselves.” “Pardon me for asking sire, but why are our punishments paired together?” Rima questions.