Something horrible was done by he and he had to be punished for it, he was tied and bound and taken to an underground cellar where they had planned to leave him for the next three days, whilst they tortured him using all kinds of devices
Jessica
I’m going to be punished for what I’ve done…I’m going to rot in Hell for the crime I’ve committed…they finally caught me. I, the ‘Smiley Faced’ killer, have been caught and sentenced to life. I’m going to get raped, beat down and possibly killed in jail. That is, if I don’t kill myself first…
I was being punished for telling the truth. For uncovering the scandal. For looking at the dean straight in the eye and telling her, “You screwed up. You screwed it up for me. You screwed it up for her. You screwed it up for us. For everyone.”
Now, I was being expelled for that truth. Not because I did anything wrong – but because I had the “audacity” to call someone out for her own mistakes and even more heinous actions.
I walked away from that university, however, with my head up.
Belinda Roddie
I don’t know what I did. I just know that it didn’t take nicely with the people around me. The people I loved and loved me back. But the voice in my head, the one I fed by listening, told me to do it. And I couldn’t stop. Was it my voice? It sounded like my voice. I knew I was being punished for becoming the very person I swore never to be.
Tash
Why must I do
Why must I say
Why must I play
Why must I pray
These things are passion
But they get me punished
What else is there to _____
Zoe
the thing about it was that I wasnt always, in fact rarely, sure of what I was being punished for. If they thought they were doing the right thing, then they were wrong most of the time, in my estimation. This fact is and was the main reason that I felt so alien from them and also, by the way how they got to be a “they” in the first place
transformedia
That’s it! I’m being punished for wanting to be better. If I had just kept going and done the easy thing, then I would be ready now and I wouldn’t have to worry about getting those 6 more pages done in just a couple of hours! Because, really, I don’t have much time and I’m exhausted and I’m not sure that six new pages will make any sense because I’m so freaking tired!
AndriaR
He was in the cold cell of an abandoned jail, his back pressed against the wall. The wall grew mold in the cracks over time and the bars of the cell had turned rusty. A figure was stood over him, staring intensely at his crumpled body on the floor. He was disoriented, groaning in slight pain from the blow against his back.
Ant
His hand was heavy today, heavy enough that I wrapped around my violin like a cocoon, making sure the impact didn’t cause damage to the wood. Once he was finished, he looked at me with such an expression that I could not help but forgive him again. It was the face of a man whose own mind could not form reins to hold itself back. His thinking was so quick, so sharply defined, that the moment it came to impact the sides of his brain, the action had already been done.
My skin prickles and stings from the slap, and I feel colours shading it in pretty ways. the mark will be in the shape of her hand, as oval drops of liquid drip from my round eyes.
Sometimes we feel punished by the world when bad things happen.
We have behaved well and the universe punishes us. Why?
Robin
Every time
Even if it’s not my fault
If I don’t deserve it
Every time
I feel it coming
When something happens
Something stiffens in the air
I feel it coming
PetitePommes
i want to be punished. The feeling is orgasmic. Is just… the most beautiful pleasure
My ass will be punished. All the day, all the time.
David
i want to be punished. The feeling is orgasmic. Is just… the most beautiful pleasure
My ass will be punished. All the day, all the time.
Noa valentine
consequences of wrongdoing- justice
School- humiliation- teachers shouting- detention.
Larger scale- Jail sentence- community service- capital punishment.
Kinky stuff- BDSM- 50 Shades… ;)
Parents teaching children – right from wrong- it’s the only way to get them to learn
SUPERNANNY- NAUGHTY STEP FTW
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I knew I would regret this, running away. My master always told me that if I had any sense, I’d stay with him, but i didn’t listen. I ain’t gonna listen to him, if he’s gonna whip me when ever I misstep. I hate my punishment, but I hate my master even more. Why couldn’t I have been born freed?
Once he was gone, Delaney crawled into the corner of her room and curled her knees up to her chest. Slowly, hard, heavy sobs worked their way out of her, but she covered her mouth to hold them in. She had to have done something wrong. She was being punished for something. She looked up as tears rolled down over her fingers and thought, ‘What did I do to deserve this?”
Angry. Yelling. Screaming. Mean words. Words that hurt. Bad. Insufficient. Not good enough. Hurtful. Crying. Tears.
Amanda
I have been punished before and felt punished. Sometimes I feel this way when I wipe myself too hard and give myself a UTI. Sometimes I feel this way when you sexually punish me and grope me from behind. Most times I like it. Most times I think its sexy. I have been punished because I miss you and I want you to miss me and I don’t want us to grow old and bore one another I want to be happy with you and no longer feel punished. Free me of punishment.
Sarah
“…but due to the severity of your crimes, you will be punished to the fullest extent of our laws,” he paused her, clearing his throat in a way so pompous it seemed to embody every aspect of highborn society. “In three days hence, you, Cara Hannahsri, will hang by the neck until dead,” he looked down his nose at her, peering at her through beady eyes as though awaiting her reaction.
But she remained silent, as she had the whole trial through, merely met his beetle black gaze with her own icy blue one before the guard appeared and yanked her unceremoniously to her feet and led her from the courtroom.
“You will be punished for your deeds,” the kind glared at me, but he wasn’t angry. He was just doing his job, just keeping order in his country. He couldn’t have rebels and thieves and mischief-makers running around; he had to lock us up. I understood, and this was just part of the plan.
All men are to be punished for their own sins.
A nice sentiment, I suppose, but rather impractical.
Or perhaps, merely impossible.
You cannot punish only one person, not when everyone is connected.
How can you punish just one man for stealing grain, when your punishment would affect the man’s family as well?
you will be punished for your crimes. treason, murder, theft. i will find one to find you guilty of.
but ma’am why are you doing this? i’ve been nothing but loyal to you from the first day!
silence! you know wat you’ve done and i won’t stand for it any longer. while it is not legally punishable, i will see to it you are properly dealt with
if i were punished id be mad
If i were punished there would be no life to add
being punished is trouble
something really bad will make punishment double
Punishment is not a option
If your aberrant punishment can cause adoption
Terence Butler
this isn’t what i wanted to feel like
this isnt what i had in mind when i said yes
i wanted to have safety and caring
not this control
this exertion over me
this bit of me ripped out and kept caged
even though you say its for my own good
my own safety
even though you swear youre not trying to hurt me
that this is just another aspect of love
im beginning to squish into odd shapes
and im falling apart
and maybe this is the failing
the failure for faith in others
Punished by those you love.
By those you admire.
Those who you would fight for.
Those who you fear.
Punished enough to know better.
But, never learning.
Punished enough to have had enough.
But, still coming back for more.
Alysa Sorrell
Punished for all that you are. Punished for your mistakes, punished for your future. From birth until death-we inflict punishment upon ourselves.
Milan
He sat in the corner waiting. His small shoulders shook and he kept his head down. Outside he could hear the sounds of the party. Footsteps approach.
It was like something I had never felt before He was so punishable to me I had done nothing wrong, why me? I also have never been hit so hard with a bat.. He was an animal a disgusting human being no not a being a pest something ill something sick something I wish my own enemy would never have to see let alone deal with. Yet it was my enemy that had made me no put me here. I hate her. She is a cruel evil being one I can not explain.
Bronagh Carey
when people think
punishment
they think darkness
they think pain
they think misunderstood
when i think
punishment
i think light
i think joy
i think being understood
because who can really define something
so difficult to understand?
sometimes i wonder if punishments really help anything.
people kill
and steal
and sin
but punishing them
does that really help?
if you are a sinner
will you ever stop sinning?
of course not. it’s ridiculous
to think that you would.
so maybe there’s a better way
maybe instead of punishing
we should be helping
like a rehab
because those people
are just confused
not bad
they just aren’t sure how to be fulfilled
so they try everything
not even aware
of what they’re doing
If this were a Spanish infinitive, I would make it reflexive. Usually I think of people punishing themselves. Like me, the overly self critical perfectionist. Or Martin Luther, the protestant reformer guy who whipped himself. Or when you listen to a court case, and hear “well, they did it to themselves, really.” in the commentary.
they punished her.
they threw her into the basement.
hit her with broken bottles.
watched as the shards cut into her porcelain skin.
leaving rivers of crimson red to trail down her arms.
her hair was covered in blood, too.
she was beaten, broken and alone.
In childhood, my mother would force my sister and me to eat orange jelly if we didnt want to finish our meals at supper, it was awful. I hate orange jelly.
sbm
i have been punished,
or led to believe that this is how it goes. However, I am unconvinced.
The worst punishments are the ones that i inflict upon myself.
yelling,
you’re not good enough to do that
in so many different ways
inside my head
shouting.
I remember being punished because I wouldn’t finish my meals at supper. My mum would force my sister and me to eat Orange Jelly. A lot of it.
I can’t eat Orange Jelly, it’s my nightmare.
sbm
punishment.
what a strange thing.
i wonder who created punishment.
i don’t like to be punished.
no one does.
i don’t believe in bad people.
just confused, misunderstood people
that make bad decisions.
and bad choices.
but maybe…
it’s not their fault.
like maybe it’s not my fault either.
my mother punishes me a lot. i think i am being punished by the world for something i don’t even know i’ve done. i hate the world. i think i would like to die. punishment is so cruel. yet some deserve it. i don’t believe in bad people. just confused people who do bad things. and make bad decisions. people are always trying to discourage me.
Something horrible was done by he and he had to be punished for it, he was tied and bound and taken to an underground cellar where they had planned to leave him for the next three days, whilst they tortured him using all kinds of devices
I’m going to be punished for what I’ve done…I’m going to rot in Hell for the crime I’ve committed…they finally caught me. I, the ‘Smiley Faced’ killer, have been caught and sentenced to life. I’m going to get raped, beat down and possibly killed in jail. That is, if I don’t kill myself first…
hate love impatience frutation deserve person sad
I was being punished for telling the truth. For uncovering the scandal. For looking at the dean straight in the eye and telling her, “You screwed up. You screwed it up for me. You screwed it up for her. You screwed it up for us. For everyone.”
Now, I was being expelled for that truth. Not because I did anything wrong – but because I had the “audacity” to call someone out for her own mistakes and even more heinous actions.
I walked away from that university, however, with my head up.
I don’t know what I did. I just know that it didn’t take nicely with the people around me. The people I loved and loved me back. But the voice in my head, the one I fed by listening, told me to do it. And I couldn’t stop. Was it my voice? It sounded like my voice. I knew I was being punished for becoming the very person I swore never to be.
Why must I do
Why must I say
Why must I play
Why must I pray
These things are passion
But they get me punished
What else is there to _____
the thing about it was that I wasnt always, in fact rarely, sure of what I was being punished for. If they thought they were doing the right thing, then they were wrong most of the time, in my estimation. This fact is and was the main reason that I felt so alien from them and also, by the way how they got to be a “they” in the first place
That’s it! I’m being punished for wanting to be better. If I had just kept going and done the easy thing, then I would be ready now and I wouldn’t have to worry about getting those 6 more pages done in just a couple of hours! Because, really, I don’t have much time and I’m exhausted and I’m not sure that six new pages will make any sense because I’m so freaking tired!
He was in the cold cell of an abandoned jail, his back pressed against the wall. The wall grew mold in the cracks over time and the bars of the cell had turned rusty. A figure was stood over him, staring intensely at his crumpled body on the floor. He was disoriented, groaning in slight pain from the blow against his back.
His hand was heavy today, heavy enough that I wrapped around my violin like a cocoon, making sure the impact didn’t cause damage to the wood. Once he was finished, he looked at me with such an expression that I could not help but forgive him again. It was the face of a man whose own mind could not form reins to hold itself back. His thinking was so quick, so sharply defined, that the moment it came to impact the sides of his brain, the action had already been done.
My skin prickles and stings from the slap, and I feel colours shading it in pretty ways. the mark will be in the shape of her hand, as oval drops of liquid drip from my round eyes.
Sometimes we feel punished by the world when bad things happen.
We have behaved well and the universe punishes us. Why?
Every time
Even if it’s not my fault
If I don’t deserve it
Every time
I feel it coming
When something happens
Something stiffens in the air
I feel it coming
i want to be punished. The feeling is orgasmic. Is just… the most beautiful pleasure
My ass will be punished. All the day, all the time.
i want to be punished. The feeling is orgasmic. Is just… the most beautiful pleasure
My ass will be punished. All the day, all the time.
consequences of wrongdoing- justice
School- humiliation- teachers shouting- detention.
Larger scale- Jail sentence- community service- capital punishment.
Kinky stuff- BDSM- 50 Shades… ;)
Parents teaching children – right from wrong- it’s the only way to get them to learn
SUPERNANNY- NAUGHTY STEP FTW
I knew I would regret this, running away. My master always told me that if I had any sense, I’d stay with him, but i didn’t listen. I ain’t gonna listen to him, if he’s gonna whip me when ever I misstep. I hate my punishment, but I hate my master even more. Why couldn’t I have been born freed?
Once he was gone, Delaney crawled into the corner of her room and curled her knees up to her chest. Slowly, hard, heavy sobs worked their way out of her, but she covered her mouth to hold them in. She had to have done something wrong. She was being punished for something. She looked up as tears rolled down over her fingers and thought, ‘What did I do to deserve this?”
Angry. Yelling. Screaming. Mean words. Words that hurt. Bad. Insufficient. Not good enough. Hurtful. Crying. Tears.
I have been punished before and felt punished. Sometimes I feel this way when I wipe myself too hard and give myself a UTI. Sometimes I feel this way when you sexually punish me and grope me from behind. Most times I like it. Most times I think its sexy. I have been punished because I miss you and I want you to miss me and I don’t want us to grow old and bore one another I want to be happy with you and no longer feel punished. Free me of punishment.
“…but due to the severity of your crimes, you will be punished to the fullest extent of our laws,” he paused her, clearing his throat in a way so pompous it seemed to embody every aspect of highborn society. “In three days hence, you, Cara Hannahsri, will hang by the neck until dead,” he looked down his nose at her, peering at her through beady eyes as though awaiting her reaction.
But she remained silent, as she had the whole trial through, merely met his beetle black gaze with her own icy blue one before the guard appeared and yanked her unceremoniously to her feet and led her from the courtroom.
“You will be punished for your deeds,” the kind glared at me, but he wasn’t angry. He was just doing his job, just keeping order in his country. He couldn’t have rebels and thieves and mischief-makers running around; he had to lock us up. I understood, and this was just part of the plan.
All men are to be punished for their own sins.
A nice sentiment, I suppose, but rather impractical.
Or perhaps, merely impossible.
You cannot punish only one person, not when everyone is connected.
How can you punish just one man for stealing grain, when your punishment would affect the man’s family as well?
you will be punished for your crimes. treason, murder, theft. i will find one to find you guilty of.
but ma’am why are you doing this? i’ve been nothing but loyal to you from the first day!
silence! you know wat you’ve done and i won’t stand for it any longer. while it is not legally punishable, i will see to it you are properly dealt with
What does my intuition say today?
Finish the Feast Proposal.
Adhere to the priorities list.
Don’t get distracted.
if i were punished id be mad
If i were punished there would be no life to add
being punished is trouble
something really bad will make punishment double
Punishment is not a option
If your aberrant punishment can cause adoption
this isn’t what i wanted to feel like
this isnt what i had in mind when i said yes
i wanted to have safety and caring
not this control
this exertion over me
this bit of me ripped out and kept caged
even though you say its for my own good
my own safety
even though you swear youre not trying to hurt me
that this is just another aspect of love
im beginning to squish into odd shapes
and im falling apart
and maybe this is the failing
the failure for faith in others
Punished by those you love.
By those you admire.
Those who you would fight for.
Those who you fear.
Punished enough to know better.
But, never learning.
Punished enough to have had enough.
But, still coming back for more.
Punished for all that you are. Punished for your mistakes, punished for your future. From birth until death-we inflict punishment upon ourselves.
He sat in the corner waiting. His small shoulders shook and he kept his head down. Outside he could hear the sounds of the party. Footsteps approach.
“Kevin…?” It’s his mother, “What are you doing?”
“I…I’m sorry mama…”
“What’s wrong?”
“I broke it…”
His mother sighs, hands on hips.
It was like something I had never felt before He was so punishable to me I had done nothing wrong, why me? I also have never been hit so hard with a bat.. He was an animal a disgusting human being no not a being a pest something ill something sick something I wish my own enemy would never have to see let alone deal with. Yet it was my enemy that had made me no put me here. I hate her. She is a cruel evil being one I can not explain.
when people think
punishment
they think darkness
they think pain
they think misunderstood
when i think
punishment
i think light
i think joy
i think being understood
because who can really define something
so difficult to understand?
sometimes i wonder if punishments really help anything.
people kill
and steal
and sin
but punishing them
does that really help?
if you are a sinner
will you ever stop sinning?
of course not. it’s ridiculous
to think that you would.
so maybe there’s a better way
maybe instead of punishing
we should be helping
like a rehab
because those people
are just confused
not bad
they just aren’t sure how to be fulfilled
so they try everything
not even aware
of what they’re doing
just doing it.
If this were a Spanish infinitive, I would make it reflexive. Usually I think of people punishing themselves. Like me, the overly self critical perfectionist. Or Martin Luther, the protestant reformer guy who whipped himself. Or when you listen to a court case, and hear “well, they did it to themselves, really.” in the commentary.
they punished her.
they threw her into the basement.
hit her with broken bottles.
watched as the shards cut into her porcelain skin.
leaving rivers of crimson red to trail down her arms.
her hair was covered in blood, too.
she was beaten, broken and alone.
I hate orange jelly.
In childhood, my mother would force my sister and me to eat orange jelly if we didnt want to finish our meals at supper, it was awful. I hate orange jelly.
i have been punished,
or led to believe that this is how it goes. However, I am unconvinced.
The worst punishments are the ones that i inflict upon myself.
yelling,
you’re not good enough to do that
in so many different ways
inside my head
shouting.
quiet.
I remember being punished because I wouldn’t finish my meals at supper. My mum would force my sister and me to eat Orange Jelly. A lot of it.
I can’t eat Orange Jelly, it’s my nightmare.
punishment.
what a strange thing.
i wonder who created punishment.
i don’t like to be punished.
no one does.
i don’t believe in bad people.
just confused, misunderstood people
that make bad decisions.
and bad choices.
but maybe…
it’s not their fault.
like maybe it’s not my fault either.
my mother punishes me a lot. i think i am being punished by the world for something i don’t even know i’ve done. i hate the world. i think i would like to die. punishment is so cruel. yet some deserve it. i don’t believe in bad people. just confused people who do bad things. and make bad decisions. people are always trying to discourage me.