Does Your Husband Spank You Novels & Stories

“I don’t understand.” I let out a small mocking laugh. “You didn’t really notice, did you? I’m mother of two kids and of course they didn’t come to me from the sky.” He laughed. “I know he didn’t pleasure you well. I intend to do so and I’d make sure of it.” How can he say that to me? “He pleasured me like no one else and I don’t think you have that feral side to make me feel that way. Believe it or not, I enjoy doing it with him more than you think I do.” I said now in a hoarse voice. As soon as I finished my sentence he slapped me. Did I say something wrong? I don’t think I did but my mouth started to bleed. “How can you talk ill in front of your husband about some other man?” He said clen

I said, but he didn't respond. I walked over to him, and he held my hand. "There's something I want us to try." He whispered, and I nodded. He dipped into his pockets and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "What is this?" "BDSM. I think it will add spice to our relationship." "What the fuck?" "Annette, we should just give it a try." "I don't think so. I'm not into that kind of stuff." "Neither was I, but I gave it thought, and I think we should try it."

As my pussy collided with my husband's sac, I struck a hand against Trisha's cheek, making her moan softly. She glanced over her shoulders, “Do it again. I need it please,” she pleaded and I swung my hand against her cheek again, gasping at the thick crown pushing and pulling out of me. My husband took the cue and started spanking me as well, making my core clenched tighter around him and the feeling of his veiny cock finding way through my tight core at every thrust made me groan in pleasure. “Let me feel Trisha's cunt on my cock, babe, come sit on my face,” My husband said and we swiftly made the exchange.

My eyes stung with the tears that I hadn't shed yet, nor did I want to – at least not in front of him. And then suddenly he spanked my butt. It was so harsh that a loud gasp escaped my throat, and my body jerked forward. "I asked you something!" he roared. "NO!" I spat. "I didn't miss you. My husband was enough." I felt him take a deep breath at my response. His mouth was too close to my ear, and his body was just above mine. I could practically feel the heat radiating off him. Silence stretched between us for a long moment before he broke it.

I will not be your wife again. I screamed as he gave me a hard tug, forcing me over his knee, then he threw my evening dress over my head and spanked me hard. It was not the sexy teasing spanking he had given me occasionally when we were married; it was a punishment, and it fucking hurt. For a brief minute I was frozen in shock, and then my anger exploded. I fought tooth and nail, screaming as he beat me; it was no use; he held me down easily. When he had finished, he allowed me to sit back up, and I instantly pulled myself as far away from him as I could. I was trembling all over, but not with fear as Killian thought. 'I warned you, little wife. Defy me, and you will be punished. I expect t

“You’re serious.” “Completely.” Smack, smack, smack. “You really think I’m going to let you…hit me?” “Not hit you. Spank you. Big difference. Losing your temper and throwing your boot at me proved you need to learn there are consequences for acting out against me.” Smack, smack, smack. “No. Way. You are fucking delusional.” The continual smack, smack, smack was wearing on her nerves. “I haven’t been spanked since I was about six years old.”

“This married pussy is so much tighter than I imagined. Your husband has no idea how to fuck you properly, does he?” He started pounding me hard — deep, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and my moans turn into broken cries. Every thrust slammed against my cervix. The wet, filthy sound of his heavy balls slapping my soaked pussy filled the room. “Tell me,” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Tell me how much better my cock feels than your husband’s.” “So much better,” I sobbed with pleasure. “Your cock is ruining me— I can’t go back to him after this—”

Dominik says to me. Taking a deep breath before I say anything to him, I ask, "Have I been?" "You stopped your husband from loving you a few minutes ago, how many spankings do you deserve for that sin?" How many spankings do I deserve? God... This is so sensual but also so scary because even though I liked feeling it on my skin, I can't deny that it also hurt quite a bit. So hesitating a bit, I say in a whisper, "Ten spanks, maybe?"

She shouted as her patience ran out and pain became unbearable but I held her hands pinned behind her back as I kept spanking it harder and harder. "What did you think? We are husband and wife now so I won't punish you for defying me and will make love to you? You're so wrong babes because you made one hell of a mistake by running away " I told her as i kept spanking her ass more barbarously until it turned bleeding red.

Instead, her voice was provocative: “Is that the best you can do, husband?” The next spank was my hardest yet, the sound of my hand on her ass echoing through the room as she moaned—whether from pain or pleasure, I wasn’t sure—driving me wild. Her sensitive skin reddened instantly, and I started stroking myself while spanking her, hard enough to arouse her but not to hurt her. I already had a bite to deal with, which still pissed me off thinking about how long it took to heal. Not to mention Pumpkin’s knees, still raw in places, probably uncomfortable and painful, though she never complained.