Family Punishment Story Novels & Stories

"I remember fishing at the river with Vermont once we were young. I hadn't finished my homework at that time, and my parents found out. They asked me to slaughter the fish I caught to teach me that I couldn't just play around and not do my homework. I was not able to eat fish after that. It feels like a sin." Stella was at a loss for words. 'Fuck. Why do I always remind him of his bad memories? I was also a playful child when I was younger, but the worst punishment I got from Mom was a few slaps on the hand and, occasionally, no dinner. How can any parent force their child to kill a fish because they don't want him to neglect his homework? What kind of parenting is that?'

He had succeeded in punishing me so bad. “Mom had tried to stop him but Papa was so pissed off he slapped her, then, he pounced on me, becoming feral. The last time I saw mom and Tony, it was when mom broke a vase on Papa’s head and gave me some money to run away. I came here knowing no one, and Charlie has been a friend and best friend for so long that she is literally my only family out of my not so ordinary one back at Shelter Valley,” I choke out, those heavy words burning down my throat, my tears rolling down my blotched cheeks.

Maya stretched the old Adolf's toes. “I just think he should take his wife back home and stay away from this place until everything dies down” Maya Gillian said. “Well, I don’t even know what to say. I knew that boy was bad but not to the extent of doing this, to take advantage of Barbara because of his uncontrollable lust for her. He does not want to stop this thing he has with woman and I hope he will learn some lessons when he is out from that pit” the old man sighed. He was obviously tired from his son's constant troubles and the way they brought disgrace to the family name, he really hoped this punishment would mend them. None of them was responsible at all, the first son's wife divorce

"When are you going to grow and learn, huh? I'm so tired of understanding your antics! Now, look at the outcome of what you did! The video of you losing yourself outside that bakeshop was widely circulated all over Camden and national news, you're the talk of the town, and you even dragged our family! They're making fun of us! Just because of a goddamn girl you're going insane! Dad hit me again with a whip, and all I could do was scream in pain. I'm seated on a chair, my body tied to it, in an empty dark room with only a faint light bulb providing illumination. It's been seven years since I've been here; grandpa was the one who would always drag me down our house's empty dark basement, and w

A part of me felt like they lied just to get him off their building and care. The third time, he was expelled after he assaulted a maid there, violently. That was when our parents stopped pretending this was something therapy could fix. They sent him away. Far away. And for a while, there was silence. Then came the reports. He was charged for murder, killing an innocent person in cold blood. He was sentenced to life imprisonment. For my parents, that felt like relief even if it was sick to think He was contained and locked away. Then another report came.

I said, covering my mouth with my hand. “And about his parents? They are in jail for kidnapping a teenage girl, torturing her, rapping her, and manslaughtering her at the end. His father was sex offered. He was the one who did that horrifying stuff with that thirteen-year-old girl while his mother helped him the entire time. They sentenced his father to 290 years in prison, while his mother got 100 years. Died in a car accident. What bullshit. He, along with his parents, is the most hated person here in Texas.” He sighed.

The jealous, petty son, the stain on the family name. Vincent started lying about me. My parents ate it up. They locked me in the family sanatorium after that, ordered regular brutal punishments to “fix” my attitude, all while preaching it was for my own good. Used to yell and fight back, now I just close my eyes and wait for it to be over. The three of them huddled on the couch, laughing, like a real family. I stood in the corner, might as well have been a ghost.

he takes my hand and leads me to the basement of the building, where all the interrogations and torture took place, where I learned to show no mercy for traitors "One of our drug dealers had been robbing us for a while. a long time and reselling to other countries. What do we do with those who cheat?" “We punish,” I say coldly, seeing the man sitting in the chair and still unharmed from any injuries. We punish. That's what my family does. What my father always did. And that I now do with pleasure. “You will punish,” my dad says and kisses my temple. “Call me when you're done, and then we'll go home, Cosmo will stay with us until the end." I nod and watch my dad climb back up to the top of th

He hurled a bowl at her and sent her stumbling backward. "It's your fault!" he roared. "All of it is your fault! If you hadn't insisted on that stupid rope-free jump, I wouldn't have ended up like this! You ruined me!" Amber had been treated like a princess her entire life. She had never endured this kind of abuse. She burst into tears and clutched the broken bowl. I passed by the doorway, dragging my crippled leg behind me. I stopped and laughed. "Rayden, my cousin is free and blazing, conquering everything. What's wrong with that?"

Thomas was pulled away and fell to the ground, coughing violently. Pinned to the ground by several bailiffs, Dad was laughing maniacally. He laughed until there were tears, and the tears, mixed with blood, streaked down his face. In the end, Dad was sentenced to seven years in prison for negligent homicide. As for Thomas, because he was diagnosed with extremely dangerous congenital Antisocial Personality Disorder and exhibited high levels of aggression and harmfulness, he was stripped of normal custody rights. He was sent to a special children's psychiatric intervention facility.