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

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Now in Bree’s case this is not needed very often. However, some of you certainly have earned this. So what does that mean? Torture? Bondage? Having to listen to Kenny G? OK, that last one is too Desade, even for me… Peter looks down at the sinister expression on his auntie’s face. Then he looks at the living room door and his mom is nowhere to be seen. She’s gone. She’s left him here. The elephant is considered to be smart and easily trainable compared to many other wild animals. They could even be taught to torture criminals, or execute them slowly. As an example, an elephant could be commanded to break a criminal’s limbs before crushing his skull. Some elephants were also trained to slice criminals to pieces with “pointed blades fitted to their tusks”.

Kurdaitcha (aka Kurdaitcha man) is a ritual ‘ executioner’ in the culture of the Australian Aborigines , in particular the Arrernte people of Central Australia. The job of a Kurdaitcha was to avenge the death of a person by killing the enemy of the deceased, often with the use of magic. Stories are told of how the execution is carried out, and though there is a certain amount of truth in these tales, other parts are believed to be based purely on the imagination. Unpredictable results are not comfortable. I had to assert my authority, strapping you thirty minutes before our guests arrived, risking your anger." Mary is experiencing a little anxiety, John,” Sue said, “and we think you can help. Your divorce is final in a few months, and Mary is concerned it not get derailed.” Goosebumps rippled across her skin and she moved her head from left to right, eyes scanning the room in horror. There were dozens men and women strapped to tables like the one she was one. Some were completely naked and fixed to chains upside down while others were cuffed to the wall in various painful positions.A severe punishment is much different than just a hard one. For me, I like to have the subbie bound over my spanking bench. Not only is this a humiliating position, but one she cannot even wiggle out of. So the bb is presented perfectly and if need be the thighs, once in this position the subbie knows this is serious and will be very painful. I will probably use my hand some, maybe up to 70% in some cases. My usual spankings are around 30% for a hard one. Once the sub feels the difference she knows she is in really deep. This is usually where the begging and whining starts. Which of course, I ignore. Now a severe punishment requires two things; A lot of implements, and very painful strokes. Oh and time… It takes quite a long time.

Voices were hard to hear through the lid and all the goop in my ears, but there was a lot of laughter, and not a little moaning and screaming. I suppose it could have been faked for the benefit of the garbage, but why bother? We'd played with them before, and I had no doubt that the toys, fingers, and tongues were all being put to proper use. And here I sat in the dark, covered in goo and trapped in plastic, able only to listen. Well what to write about? Sometimes it’s hard to think of something that may be of interest but today I want to talk about levels of punishment. I knew that would get your attention my lovelies. OK we have talked about maintenance reminders, brat punishments, etc. But not really about when severity is needed.That’s in addition to Monday’s spanking," said her mother. "And there will be a few more after that, since you’ve been so naughty." The ‘logic’ was that since witches spurned the sacrament of Baptism, the water would reject their body, causing them to float. On the other hand, if a person sank, then their innocence was proven. The accused would normally have a rope tied around their waist so that they could be pulled up if they sank. 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. Taking both dice with shaking fingers, she clutched them in her clammy fist, her eyes imploring him to determine her fate. She trusted his decisions.

Don’t recognize me?” I ask, standing up. “That’s fine. I don’t really care. Doesn’t make a difference to me if you know who’s raping you.” years ago one of the kings of ancient Egypt built a city unlike any other in the world. The Greeks called it Rhinocolura for the strange faces of the people who lived there – none of them had a nose. These men were criminals, and Rhinocolura was their prison. This is my first post to BigCloset, and my first in several years. The story is several years old but never seen online in this form until now. It is inteded to end how it does, open and leaving leaving the reader wondering what comes next. Use your imagination! ~.She spread my knees apart and gently began lubing my rear passage. I felt the tip of something cool touch me and begin sliding inside: something long, cylindrical, and slightly textured.