Sweet Punishment Novels & Stories

Sarah's POV I don't know where everything went wrong. I do not know how it happened. I don't believe that it happened because of something I did wrong. It must have been that bloody Jake who screwed up again. Now, I am in jail and pregnant, and I do not know what to do. We can go to jail for a very long time. I should have never asked Jake to help me. I should have found somebody else. I'm sure Frank is not the one who betrayed us. It must be that stupid teacher. I should have known nobody would ever fall in love with Jake. He is too arrogant and full of himself. Nobody wants to have a part of him. Not even the ugly teacher. Perhaps the police will let me go if they know that I am pregnant.

I'm frozen, skin burning, chest heaving. He leans in one last time, his whisper threading through the noise. "Consider yourself saved." Saved. The word tastes bitter. Because it doesn't feel like salvation. It feels like exposure. Like humiliation. Like he just made me a pawn in a game I swore I'd never play. Before I can say anything, the bottle clinks again, laughter spilling over me like poison. The circle closes in, hungry for the next victim. But I can still feel his mouth on mine, his whisper in my ear, his eyes warning, daring, promising all at once.

"Do you know. Every night, she appears in my dreams with a pout on her face. She blames me for not finding her sooner. She blames me for treating her poorly. She blames me for doing things that hurt her. Each time I wake up, I feel an unfillable void in my heart. My soul feels like it is rotting away. There were times I missed her so much I wished my sleep would last a little longer, just so I could see her, even if it were only in a dream. I am truly pathetic, am I not?" "She likes ice cream, the sea, and sad music. She dislikes loud, crowded places. She is pure and gentle. She has a simple heart, wearing her emotions on her face. But she is too trusting. Because of that, she was exploited

“Evil Lynn, he says you’re ugly!” Selene said, “Sabrina, you stupid convict! You have a death wish, don’t you! This is my fiancé! My fiancé! You’re a married woman! You’re a prisoner on this island! Ask your stupid daughter to shut up! Shut…” “Slap!” Before she could finish her sentence, Sabrina’s slap landed squarely on her cheek. Sabrina slapped her so hard that even her own palm hurt from the sting. She honestly felt Selene had lost so much weight recently.

She teased me with a scrutinizing gaze and disapproaving twist of her mouth. "I'm suicidal." I watched her mouth drop as I let out those two words. She really didn't see that coming and I really wasn't expecting myself to admit to the sad truth I've been trying to deny. Those wounds weren't planned but I was happy to have them. Hoping to bleed to death and be free from all my shit. Maybe then my demons would finally let me be. Fuck my life. I'm screwed.

When she moved her hips backward to help him in the motion, he smacked her ass. “Stay there or get another spanking baby.” He grunted out. She moaned as his hand had connected. “You like that baby. You want to be spanked like the naughty girl you are?” “Yes, Daddy.” Scarlett cried out. He moved her so her torso was now propped up against his chest and her arms were bracing the barrier. He hands connected again this time. He felt the smack deep inside her as his cock was now buried in her. Her moan was enough to edge him on again as he moved harder into her; he smacked her ass again and again.

He carried on pumping and pumping to chase after his climax which had been drawing to a close. “Can that shit Sumico give you this kind of satisfaction, pleasure as well as intoxication?” sighed Wenny Kammal within her breathless and exhausted condition. “Don’t talk about her anymore then! What a shit and rubbish woman! She never even lets me touch her all these times with her excuse to wait until the first night of our marriage! Shit! What a lousy woman she is!” groaned and moaned Pete Jupiter continuously, together with his continuously shaking body.

A gentle slow dance that heated and turned into something sensual. All too soon her lips detached from mine and I couldn't feel her anymore and suddenly when my eyes opened I couldn't see her anymore either.

WARNING; matured content! ★JENNIE★ When burning desires surpass the moral self-esteem we have clung onto is when we decide to let ourselves go. I didn't know I was capable of following my guts until it was my only choice upon the lost will to hold on to the so-called principles-same principles that have amounted to nothing but heartbreak and mysteries.

"I have to be cured. It's the only way that I can go on from this nightmare." "If it needs for me to hurt you like what you did, I have to..." he muttered. I felt scared. He then stood up, took the rock again and went closer to me. Please help me! Somebody! I don't want to die. With few inches away, he held the rock to his fist and swing his arms to me. I closed my eyes and waited for it to hit. I know this will be painful and bloody. In fact I might die. This is his cure. My pain and blood is his medicine.