Switching Punishment Novels & Stories

Another crack landed across my vulnerable skin. “Stop! Stop!” I screeched as I clawed at his calves, trying to free my head. His only response was to apply several more swipes of the switch. Each one exploded like fire across my skin. My knees slipped in the moss and mud as I twisted my hips and kicked my legs. Each time I struggled, he would tighten his legs, cutting off my breath. Still, the punishment did not stop. My cries drowned out the warning swoosh of the switch so I had no way of knowing when it would strike my flesh. The moment it did, a thousand hot pinpricks would radiate across my bottom. In my agony, I would clench my cheeks together which only heightened the pain.

“Your punishment for failure will usually be a spanking, Mia. Sometimes, I may choose a different punishment, but normally, when you do not complete your tasks correctly or on time, that is what you can expect. For every minute you are late, you will receive one strike, and for every time you are late, I will multiply the minutes by two. Today, that’s just one strike, but those can add up in the future if you’re not more careful.” “Yes, sir.” So, her punishment was to be a spanking? One strike across her rear-end? With his hand, she assumed? That didn’t sound too horrible, but then, it also didn’t sound sexual. Why had she needed to take her shirt off for that? Or was this just how Sam got h

I said while pulling it "ow stop that hurts, it won't let me let go" "you're such an asshole just let it go so we can go our seperate ways" I said while pulling the rod again "stop that hurts, I think it cut me" she tried to pull her hand away only for her to yank my arm her way "ouch stop my hand is stuck" I felt a slight prick on my finger "ow I think there's a nail on it" "I told you.. woah" we both looked down at the rod as it started to glow a bright blue color "what the fuck"

Sid didn't take his mother's tone lightly, as he replied to her in a bitter tone right back at her. "You don't fucking dictate to me; you do that to these monkeys all the fucking time you want, but I call my shots, and you fucking follow them!" He let out his Alpha aura, making many here submit to him in obedience, and just like them, Calvin and I surrendered. But Miracle didn’t, and neither did the unconscious Stan. Sally whimpered at this display of authority. Sid, however, wasn’t down, expressing his anger at his mother, as he adds.

"Then why were you putting on that act in the first place? You're the one who said you'd pay our tuition! Otherwise, we wouldn't have spent all our money! The university has already sent us a notice. If we can't come up with the money, we'll be suspended from classes. You have to take responsibility!" "I don't care how you do it. You have to pay our tuition, or we're really going to show you what we're made of!" Ivan came running over. The moment he saw Wendy surrounded, he immediately stepped in front of her. "What are you doing?! You guys are so ungrateful! Wendy tried to help you by offering to pay your tuition, yet this is how you treat her?" The boys who had held back from hitting Wendy

Then, I took the documents Davide handed me and slammed the medical reports compiled over the past two months down in front of him. "This is more than enough to prove what I've endured." Riccardo's expression shifted. His gaze went from indifferent to shocked, and finally, the way he looked at me gradually softened with pity. "How do you want him to be punished?" His response sent Sofia and Alberto into a panic. Sofia tried to speak, but Riccardo stopped her with a wave of his hand. "Family rules state that for minor offenses, you lose a finger or a hand and get cast out. For serious offenses, it's execution by gunfire or being buried alive, and the whole family is implicated. Isn't that rig

The outcome of the punishment decision had been in my hands from the start, but I didn't believe the negotiations on this case would end quickly. "It's not good to inflict too cruel a punishment on a person who is meritorious and very famous in the pack. The slightest misstep and the punishment might affect the loyalty of the pack members." I folded my forearms on the table. "So, I'll set the lightest punishment for the leader of the pack's prajuti, which is to cut off one leg and volunteer for life. Does anyone want to add?" I looked at them intently one by one. When our gazes met, they hurriedly turned their attention in another direction.

Not direct enough, but it should give options that were equal and balanced. "I challenged you three times." I started to speak and gave a short pause. "If it was only twice, it would be a light punishment, but since I challenged you a third time, then the punishment should be more severe." I ran my tongue around my lips which had suddenly become dry. "Nine lashes, twelve spankings, three denials of orgasm, exposure for two hours." "Enough!" Marcus interrupted me as he went on to list the options. "Don't move." He ordered.

He couldn’t breathe. The hand on the back of his head pushed him into the pillow, cutting off his air supply while another hand used a switch to beat him. The sting of the switch caused him to cry out, which only brought the punishment down harder on him. The hand on his head clawed into his scalp, pulling his hair as his head was reefed back and another sharp sting was administered to his bare buttocks, re-opening the barely healed stripes from his previous indiscretions.

I had heard the switch whistle through the air before the stinging bite of it registered on my back, scraping the already sensitive skin. I held back the scream that instinctively came from deep in my belly. The switch whistled again, marking my ass with a long thin strip of welts and forcing the scream out of me. Over and over again, the switch cut through the air, leaving pain and crimson where ever it landed. My voice was hoarse from screaming, and my back and ass were covered with thin red tracks where Paul had exacted his revenge for my cheating. This was not pleasure, this was pure pain, but I didn’t plead for him to stop, for him to soften his blows.