Does Your Husband Spank You Novels & Stories

I keep hitting his back, but it means nothing to him. He throws me on the bed and turns my body so I lay on my stomach. He pins both my hands behind me and makes me stay still on the bed. I take a look at his eyes. His gaze is dark, which shows how stressed he is. I have never seen my husband so emotionally drained like this. When he punished me earlier, he also hit me hard, like he wanted to release something. "What do you want, Dominiot?" I purposely call him that. He spanks my ass, which still hurts from the belt. Damn...!

“Yes. Fuck your wife’s pussy. Destroy this pussy!” And he did exactly that. I loved telling him how much his pussy loved him by giving Kegel hugs. Embracing his large erection in a warm embrace and receiving brutal spanks in return. When he didn’t spank me, I spanked myself to remind him to do so. Even I found out I spanked myself harder than he spanked me. We both loved to fuck my insides. With my hands, I massage my love canal and with his boner – he does justice to his pussy.

"What about your husband? Can't he... " She cut in, her nostrils flared. "My husband is rarely at home. And whenever he is, he doesn't give me the attention I need. He doesn't spank my ass anymore. He doesn't touch me like he does before and what's worse.. doctor," she looked me directly in the eye. "He no longer satisfies me in bed. Once he just cums, that's it. He collapses. And he cums faster than my kitchen tap can fill a cup with water.”

I cupped her cheek in one hand and finally gave in to the urge to wrap her long hair around my other, tilting her head back for a kiss. “Are you going to behave?” I said some moments later. “No fucking way.” At that response, I threw her over my shoulder and carried her to the bed. She squealed in surprise, and then when I tossed her onto the bed and pulled her nightgown up to spank her, she squealed again. “You’re in a mood!” She squeaked-giggled when I spanked the other cheek. “I’m showing my wife that she needs to submit to her husband.”

"Be careful, honey or I might as well spank you bare-assed." "No. Please, don't." "Then, stay in position." I closed my eyes and dug my fingers on the floor, arching my back as he brought his hand several times, the sting turning into anguish. I closed my eyes as the punishment continued, smacking my upper thighs several times, the sound lingering in my ears. "Obedience. My dear stubborn wife. One day, you'll learn." He said and issued six more in rapid succession.

"Didn't warn you to stay away from Adrian, and yet you didn't listen" he tells me as he spanks me a second time. " Today I had to watch you defy my warning and you even went a little further and let him hold your hands" he continues spanking me, one after the other. Is it weird that I am getting turned on by this? My mind is all over the place and all I can do is feel. His last spank comes close to my pussy making me release a moan.

"I'm going to spank you." I cried out, my body trembling and me tightening around his fingers. "Do you know why your getting spanked?" He moved his fingers in and out of at a terribly slow pace. "N- no." "Five spankings for never saying sir, another five for never calling or texting me. Fifteen for questioning whether or not I would marry you one day. Ten because I want to make sure your ass is red with my handprints. I'll round it up to forty because I'm feeling generous."

It feels too much like being a prisoner in my own home. We were fighting amongst each other. Tensions were high and for what, some asshole that I didn't even know? Fuck that, I'm through with this shit. Today I came as close as I ever have to disrespecting my wife. I don't mind spanking Kat's ass when she needs it, but I draw the line at outright disrespecting her. I looked down at her head on my chest. She looks so innocent when she's asleep. Like the young innocent I met two years ago.

She was just as pissed off as I was. “You’ll see.” I threatened, not sure what I would do yet. I walked away without so much of a glance. If she brought that attitude with her tonight, I’d find a way to punish her. The first thing that came to mind was spanking her, which made me roll my eyes at myself. Spanking a woman is hardly a punishment for either party and always leads to sex. If she had proof of my handprint on her ass, that contract would be broken in no time, and I’d have to pay up without getting anything out of it.

He shouldn't know that he was turning me on. I felt guilty from within. Why the fuck was I getting turned on by my husband who was so cold and ruthless? He was my enemy who loved treating me badly. Running the tip of his nose across my cheek, he said huskily, “When Xander wants something, he will get it by hook or crook!” My body was shuddering, and I couldn't hold myself stronger. Fuck! Was I melting away? “Ahm…” I moaned a little when a spank was delivered to my buttocks.