Submissive Punished Novels & Stories

After each smack, he made sure to soothe my skin. “Ten, Sir.” I called out what I was hoping was the last number. I was so close to cumming it was killing me. “You cum, we start all over. This is your punishment for disobeying. If you take it like the good girl I know you are, I’ll reward you later.” His voice was thick with lust. I could feel his erection growing the more he slapped my ass. “I’ll be a good girl, Sir.” I whimpered, desperate to cum. Tears sprang from my eyes as the need grew.

"Three long months, so why don't you tell me what brings you here, I'm assuming it's not to talk about the rain or the sun? " "No. I..." I let out a sigh and take another sip of whiskey. I've always had a hard time confiding in myself. "I just administered punishment to my submissive and I feel bad. " "Did she deserve it? " "Yes, she didn't keep her meal times. " "In that case, what's the problem? " "The problem is that she's bent over in pain in the office and I went out and left her there alone." "Did you at least give her first aid? "

The whip leaves a warm, throbbing trail across my ass, "And each humiliation you feel should be a reminder to respect the boundaries of your submissive contract and being my woman," His tone entirely deep and hooded. "Okay,Master" I curse my own arrogance. 'Why did I think poking his temper was just a game? I should have reasoned a dominant like him would never let it slide.' "I thought... It was just a little fun, Master," Another whip. The throb in my ass turns into a deep, heavy ache that pulses straight down to my center. My nipples harden painfully against the fabric of my cotton dress. The strictness of his tone humming down my spine.

I wanted to protect her from the world, to wrap her in the very walls she tried to escape, and in the same breath, I wanted to punish the defiance right out of her skin. Seeing her like this, submissive, silent, and entirely under my hand was doing something to my pulse I couldn't justify. I hit her palm a third time, the sting likely mirroring the heat rising in my own chest. I noticed the way she leaned into the space between us, her body reacting to my control in a way that made my hands shake. But then, the sound changed. Instead of a gasp or the familiar hiss from pain, a low, broken sound caught in her throat. A soft whimper that sounded dangerously like a moan.

Without hesitation, he slapped me and locked me in my room without food for two days. This time, all because I opened a window, he was willing to condemn both our child and me to death. I didn’t know how long had passed when the cellar door cracked open, letting in a thin beam of light. For one desperate moment, I thought he had changed his mind. I struggled to stand… Only to see Celine, wrapped in a thick down coat, looking down at me from above, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Vesper, how did you end up like this?" she said in feigned surprise. "He was just too worried about me and acted impulsively when he punished you. Please don’t blame him."

After each set of slaps, Eve rewarded her servant by slipping her fingers between her legs. The final part of the spanking was intense. Eve was slapping very hard, and her servant was torn between becoming aroused and starting to cry. The mounting pain scared her, but the feeling of being over her owner’s lap and being under her control and protection filled her sexual being with complete satisfaction. The experience was intense and frightening, but she was where she wanted to be, her body and soul surrendered to the control of her Mistress.

Arya felt offended, she wasn’t a thoughtless animal that reacted only to Alphas wishes. “It’s not like I’m totally unable to control myself.” She almost whispered. “It wasn’t your first time when you disobeyed me.” Her Master looked at her and she knew that look. “I understand Master.” Arya lowered her head. “What do you understand, Omega?” “That you will punish me.” She kept her eyes on the tips of her feet. That was what she was told, submissive pose, lowering one’s head. “Punish you? What if I hit you hard, make your wounds bleed?”

I looked at her and removed it before I could hurt her, I spat on her pussy before bringing two of my fingers to her entrance and sinking into her. She jumped before squirming. Fuck me already, Xander—she asked me, and I spanked her again while my third finger sank inside her. “I’m going to enjoy watching you be such a submissive slut,” I said before pounding her gorgeous ass again. I brought the nearly melted ice to her clit and left it there for several seconds, then increased my pace and brought the tips of my fingers to that sensitive spot inside her. When her screams stopped and she started to tremble, I pulled my fingers out of her gorgeous pussy.

"Who's your wife you bastard?" I moved closer to Travis and slapped him hard. I didn't just stop there. I slapped him mostly four times because I was so man angry. I just could understand the fact that he was being smug and Lana was on the other hand looking completely scared of those alphas. What is she scared of? She was being so arrogant not too long ago so I moved to her next she's the next to receive my slaps and I gave her more than I gave Travis.

He begins to swirl the juices around my hole, and my thighs clench in response. “Do you know what happens to naughty girls who don’t listen, Autumn?” My entire body tenses as his finger slowly encircles my backdoor. My cunt is pulsing, swollen. More than anything, I want to rub my clit, but I know I’m in enough trouble as it is. “They get punished,” he continues, shoving his fingers deeper down my throat. “And because your perky little bum is already cherry red, I guess I’m going to have to punish you another way, won’t I?”