Switching Punishment Novels & Stories

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

Was profound. "Because their punishment no longer serves purpose," Together said. "Because their service no longer helps me. Because their eternal guilt no longer benefits anyone. They have served me for thirteen years. Thirteen years of attempting to ease suffering. Thirteen years of witnessing my agony. Thirteen years of carrying guilt for what they created. Thirteen years is enough. Thirteen years served purpose. Taught them. Changed them. Made them different from who they were. They are not same scientists who committed crime. They are different beings. Changed beings. Beings who understand what they did. Who regret what they created. Who would never do it again. They learned. They chang

“Don, just days ago, she sold the wedding ring to raise money for your medicine. “A year ago, she sold the necklace that was your token of love… “Now that she’s sold the ring too, she’s truly at the end of her road… “Isn’t this punishment too harsh?” Zann’s face hardened instantly. “She’s my wife. I know what I’m doing! This punishment is about to end. “Wandi is highly sensitive. Even a day less of punishment could trigger her condition!” I staggered backward as my tears finally broke free. Everything I had done, in his eyes, was to avenge Wanda. And I was nothing more than a fool he could trample on.

“I swear if you say that it’s too expensive and I can’t afford it one more time, I’m going to punish you!” Ugh! I knew he didn’t like it when I said it, but telling me that he was going to punish me might not be the right way to get me to stop. Especially not when thoughts of how he might punish me started flowing through my mind. Would he make me get on my knees and put his hard cock in my mouth while he held my hands above my head? Would he tie my hands behind my back and fuck me like he hated me? Or would he just fuck my ass hole and make me scream his name? Fuck! Maybe I watched too much p**n, because every single one of those sent a wave of excitement through me.

Luciano * Failing to properly serve * Achieving orgasm without consent * Any other punishable offense as dictated {Forms of Punishment} - Punishments can include spanking, nipple pinching, cropping, hair pulling, withholding of orgasm, caning, any other punishment as she sees fit. - Punishments are intended as complete penance for offenses. Punishments should always fit the crime and would be executed with full understanding that once over, the issue is over. **Section Two: Limits of D/s Contract**

She felt like the system would say something unwelcome next and true enough, her hunch did not fail her. '...I don't care about that. I won't do that again!'

"So what will her punishment be?" Tammy turned and looked at us with a smug smile on her face, apparently believing that Sam was still being punished. "Well, due to the severity of the offense, I believe two months of banned shifting and cell treatment are in order." Alpha Rogers looks to his wife, and she nods in agreement. "Told you that you would get punished!" Tammy said with a smug smile on her face. I saw Alpha's eyes glaze over, mind linking someone, then there was a knock at the door. "Enter Jake." Two pack warriors entered. "Alpha you called for us?"

She stated and asked me about the fudging policies that we have to follow that I already forgot. I let out a deep sigh and "Well, uh..." I am trying to remember that thing, but I can't retrieve it. I must have deleted it from my long-term memory storage. "That's right—suspension or school service. And I choose... School service for you as your punishment." Pryce declared. And now, she's treating me like a real b*tch. Well, ever since, I guess. I opened my mouth and got nothing to say. That's all true. Alright, fine.

“Submission given under pressure is worthless to me.” The words settled heavily into my chest because I knew he meant them. I looked back down at the contract. Three months… Exclusivity, behavioral expectations, obedience during scenes, punishments for broken protocol. My stomach twisted violently at that word, punishment. “What kind?” I asked before I could stop myself, his eyes lifted slowly to mine. “There’s the curiosity again.” Heat climbed my throat. “I’m serious.” “So am I.” The air shifted. “Punishment depends on the rule broken,” he said calmly. “It can be denial. Restraint. Removal of privileges. Correction.”

“You will get thirty strokes. Since this is a punishment they will be hard and they will hurt. The punishment is for all the mistakes you have made the past four weeks so after this every mistake will be forgiven and forgotten. This room is soundproof so no one will hear you. If it gets too intense you will have a safeword. For now the words are green for okay, yellow for slow down and red for stop. Do you understand?” “Yes sir.” I squeak out. “Recite what I just told you.” “Green for okay. Yellow for slow down and red for stop.” “Good. What color are you now?” He asks me as his hand lightly caresses my bare bottom. I think for a moment. I think I am all right at the moment even if I am feel