The Punishment Files: Volumes 1-3: Thirty Spanking Stories

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Shame masks were also used to punish people, in particular women, who were found guilty of gossiping, gluttony, eavesdropping, and lying. These masks had different designs meant to inflict further discomfort and / or humiliation, as well as to indicate the type of offence its wearer had committed. We’ve both agreed that you are to live these next six months as a woman. With my help, you are to become Penny, my sweet and polite niece.” This metallic animal was hollow on the inside and had a door on the side of its body through which a person could be placed in the beast. Once the victim was shut in the Brazen Bull, a fire would be lit under its belly. This would heat the device, turning it into an oven and roasting the victim within it. Kudos to that sub teacher for catching the quirk at the start of junior school, bless her little pudding-bum, though much of the scarring had taken hold by then. Barb lets out a long wail and starts to cry. She’s bawling through the ring gag, shaking all over, legs spread like she’s begging me to reach in and unplug her.

Step forward." I hesitantly stepped into the middle of the room and the first bailiff followed me until I was standing directly in front of the mount. Every week we would go for bail at court—the holding cells were overcrowded, and often we’d end up at a police station for a week, until going to court again, and then off somewhere else. You look fantastic," he said, hoping to imbibe her with spirit as he watched her full effect arrive in their spacious living area. Mark," she said, drawing him towards her. "I promise to bend in strict obedience, no matter my mood. I've granted you complete authority to punish me and require myself to obey." I don’t care if you hate me, Peter,” Jenny continues, putting away her phone. “If you don’t listen, I will send the signal to your uncle and in the blink of an eye—that bike will be dust.”All Stacy could think was that at least her relatives would be gone by then. That wasn’t much cheering up, but it was something. The earliest account that we have of the iron maiden dates to the 18th century and was written by a historian claiming that a criminal was executed using an iron maiden in 1515. However, many scholars believe this story was invented by the historian or was a misinterpretation of a medieval punishment device known as the Schandmantel (German for ‘coat of shame’), which was worn by German prostitutes and poachers for public humiliation. Although similar to the iron maiden, the Schandmantel didn’t have spikes inside it. The first step is to identify the guilty person. This may be revealed by the dying person to a Railtchawa, or medicine man . If not, there are other means a burrow being made by an animal on a particular side of the grave may be interpreted as showing the direction of the killer’s habitation. It seemed Susan was at our house more and more as the process dragged on. I didn’t think Mary was having that much trouble adjusting, but when it was just Mary and I, she seemed down in the dumps, then Susan would appear and the two of them would start whispering to each other and often break into laughter when I entered the room. I never questioned their rudeness, just glad to see Mary, with Susan’s help, handling the transition. That’s not going to happen. The way things have been at work, I haven’t had time to meet anyone, much less get involved with them. Besides, how would it change things if I did? It’s not as if Mary and I are still having sexual relations.”

How do you know that we’ve got something planned?” Keri asks, nudging her son as she sits next to him. “Could it be that you’ve caused a heap of trouble?” I held the green traffic citation in my hand and stood nervously in front of the Disciplinary Justice Building. I should have just taken the punishment on the side of the road when the officer who stopped me offered. He wasn't being leacherous...in fact, he was quite sincere, when he said that I might appreciate just getting it over with; ten strokes on the side of the road in stead of 15 here. But I was too proud to bend over the patrolman's car with traffic driving by and take my punishment for going 10 over the speed limit. He did caution me though if I chose to challenge or mitigate my punishment. If I lost the punishment was doubled. Originally, the Roman Senate could pass a form of dishonor known as the damnatio memoriae (literally meaning ‘damnation of memory’) to punish traitors or those who brought discredit to Rome. In practice, however, it could be imposed on anyone that was not in the Senate’s or the Roman Emperor’s good books. Several Roman Emperors, including Nero, Domitian, and Commodus, were even victims of this punishment. When I stop the tap and disconnect the nozzle, Barb keeps screaming. Her asshole spasms around the plug, but she’s too tight to leak. Her flat little belly is bloated out from all the water.Water gushes down Barb’s legs, through the grate beneath her. She wails with every straining push, shitting the enema out, her asshole straining and squeezing in surges. And with that, she flipped the lid closed, and it got quite dark. For a moment, all I could hear was laughter and my bags rustling, but then I heard a fan come on and felt air move in the bin. There must have been holes in the plastic liner - at least I wouldn't suffocate or get heat stroke. I let her collapse to the floor. Exhausted, she lies there and bawls for air, drool and slime bubbling from her stretched open mouth.

At Ashford Remand Centre, I told them at reception that I was HIV positive, so I'd get to the hospital wing. It had to be easier, at least. Look Peter,” she laughs, knowing she has the upper hand. “Your uncle has it down at the junkyard. Just so happens to be hanging over the crusher. Would be a shame if all that work went to waste because you wouldn’t let ol’ auntie Jenny help you.” Unfortunately for Stacy, her folks didn’t see this as a positive. Her mother scolded her for intentionally "showing off" and being a "slut." Her father was more blunt: "Since you clearly haven’t learned modesty, we’ll repeat this spanking next Friday night!" Five or six, you keep your jeans," he said, "three or four, you keep your panties, one or two, I paddle you bare. This roll counts towards your total swats."He caressed her cheek and kissed her lips. She responded, grateful for his tenderness, and hot as hell. "I'm sorry," she murmured, tremors of guilt throbbing through her core. Over and over the cane came down on my poor butt and upper thighs. I was now wailing and crying out the count, my crying and sobbing so pathetic that by the 14th stroke I was ready to barter anything to avoid the last. The fifteenth stroke was piercing and I felt my skin break.

Too many years of struggling to keep my eyes in focus, too many misdirected, trigger-happy teachers tattooing me trouble, with me buying into it. Sara’s gaze snapped up to meet his. Jacob’s eyes were cool and unnerving. The normal glint of humor that lived there was nowhere to be found. The city was created as a punishment for thieves. Their noses were cut off of their faces and they were condemned to live in a city on the edge of the desert. They would never again be able to re-enter society. At the Reynolds’ home, punishments were considered sacred. If you were due one, you got it, regardless of where you were or who was around. This meant that over the years Stacy had been spanked in front of aunts and uncles, cousins, friends, her pastor, and even complete strangers. She’d been subject to public spankings in parks, restaurants, gas stations, and malls. She appeared, and leaned over the mouth of the can. "Well, garbage, we're mostly done, but it's time for a break. Cleanup is a lot of work, especially in these outfits. So, we're going to have a little fun. She held up several lovely toys, including a dildo, a Hitachi wand, a butt plug and a strap on. "Just think - if you were something besides garbage, you might get to see what's about to happen - maybe someone clean would even join in! But we're about to get a different kind of dirty, so..."She pressed her bare feet onto the floor to keep still. She needed her hurt to atone. The paddle punched blazing pain, meeting honest repentance. She panted, determined to respect her punishment. An Arab Caravan outside a Fortified Town, Egypt. ( Public Domain ) Statue of a man without a nose. ( Public Domain ) By about the six-year point, our relationship stagnated. We still got along. We had always been and still were good friends. It’s just that we never should have married. We made it through the tight years, hoping from month to month we could come up with the rent money. The “rice-and-sauce” years, I liked to call them. When our money was tight, we would buy a cheap bag of rice and a can of whatever soup was on sale. Many nights, steamed rice and half a can of condensed soup as gravy made a meal. She noticed that she could see the top of the mounds of her breasts now and realized that they were expanding rapidly. The pain was excruciating and she couldn’t keep herself from screaming, the tears flowing from her eyes like thin rivers of anguish. Her breasts became larger and larger until, the pressure of them crushing into her ribs unbearable, the sight of them terrifying. They had grown so much that they pressed again Sara’s chin and mid-drift and rose high into the air. The swelling finally stopped and she exhaled, relieved, but disgusted at how unsightly her chest had become.