The dunes vast and empty, sand coating the walls of my throat, I tumble down upon a rock beneath the shade of a rare tree and there you find me, taking me back to your hut, shedding me of these blistering clothes, lifting my head as you ease the water down my throat, you coo into my ear the reassurance of my new home
Author: Ganganthefatman
Spanked by mommy. [MF, punishment]
My mother would spank me as a child but nowhere near as much as I my mother did. There were several times throughout elementary school in which she did but there were a good few years in which she didn’t, until I reached the end the final year of middle school and tested her limits soundly.
At this point I ran away from home because I was fed up with her and the rest of my family, feeling misunderstood and never having felt as though I belonged with them, I figured I’d rather start a completely new life on my own, even if it means having to leave everyone and everything behind. I remember just wanting to slit my wrists so badly.
By the time nightfall came my efforts proved futile and so I headed back home after being gone for an entire with no word to anyone.
When I made it home there was no one there. The tv was on as were the lights; I found it strange no one was there, though I figured they were searching for me so they’d be back soon.
And alas, they arrived.
Spanked by daddy. [MM, punishment]
When I was a child my parents would spank me ruthlessly. Anytime I displeased them, especially my father, they’d call me to a room, make me bend over and proceed to spank my ass.
My father was especially notorious for it, spanking us no matter how minor the offense. He was a child in regulating his emotions but nothing anyone ever said could get through to him. He believed himself righteous and so he’s never changed.
One day, after my report from school had shown I’m failing each and every one of my classes he felt the need to discipline me, despite never having finished school himself, and even to this day struggling with elementary level math, but I digress.
He had sat somberly in his living room with a few of his sisters with whom he was contemplating my punishment and they were all in agreement despite the rarity of my pleasant mood that I need to get my ass SPANKED.
He called me to his room and though tears were already starting well in my eyes there was something hot which washed over me, a little voice appearing in the back of my head, whispering to me,
“If he’s gonna spank me over anything then I may as well ENJOY it!”
The Liar. Day I. [MMMMMMF, revenge, punishment, torture.]
Jealous because I wouldn’t fuck her willingly; she thought she could get away a claim that I forced her against her will, thinking it would aid in the baggage for my enemies; she underestimated just how much my reputation proceeds me.
“All of your family has burned to ash and cinder. The entire line of your blood ends with you. Your friends will shudder with every utterance of your name. You lied about being my slut, now it’s time for the real thing,,’
On her knees just in front of me, stripped of her clothing, marks of whipping scattered amongst her body, her eyes swole with blood; she sobs and whimpers to me.
“Please… please.. I’m sorry, so sor-rryy.. I’m so sorryyy…,,’
She shrieks in shock as I strike her across the face with a force which brings her face down to where it belongs, in the dirt.
“I don’t fuck trash.,,’ with a snap of my finger “Muchachos!,,’
Queen of the South. [MF, torture]
Today, their Queen lies on my table; she lies on her back with her legs tied at the knees so they’re spread wide but not so much that she’s uncomfortable, letting the smell of fear from her pussy fill the room. Her arms are bound behind her back, she doesn’t look too comfortable like that. Her entire body is exposed; she’s a natural beauty, and seeing her like this, bound to my every command, the Queen of the South, it makes me so hot.
I order my men to unbound her arms and wrists.
Still bound by her legs I enjoy watching her tits jiggle and sway as they set her back down.
I’ve been adamant about bringing her to me unharmed. My men have done well.
She looks at me with fear in her eyes as I take my time with every step towards her vulnerable frame; she’s no stranger to many ways; it’s too bad we couldn’t become one.
The traitor. [MF, torture]
Bound by rope on her hands and knees she lies upon the table with her ass in the air, her holes completely exposed to me. Streams of tears flow from her eyes; she struggles for breath against the gag in her mouth; blood and bruises are marked all over her body.
She thought she could get away with selling information about us to those who live for our ruin; today is the day she remembers her place her place as the bitch she is.
Her ass is swollen with massive clusters of blood from her earlier her punishment. The slut looks to be drifting off, so I give her a hard smack on the ass to remind her of her fate. She cries and winces in agony, attempting to formulate muddy words with that gag in her mouth. I’m not one to silence the voice of others no matter how they’ve wronged me, so I release her gag and await the music which is about to soothe my aching ears.