Does Your Husband Spank You Novels & Stories

"Yeah! And I'm damn serious right now." Oh, God! He very well knows that how to control a woman. That's why he is a Dom, Stupid! "Now you didn't tell me the rule and broke that rule also. Now I'll spank your pussy five times for not telling me the rule from your mouth and give you five extra spanks for breaking that rule. So, I'll spank you ten times." He told me and I pouted at him "But I love to do that." I said sadly.

“Or harder?” “Harder,” I pleaded. “Fuck me like you hate me." You’re such a filthy slut for me,” he growled, spanking my ass hard enough to leave a mark. “Begging your daddy-in-law to pound this pussy. What would your husband say if he knew?” The thought sent a thrill through me, but I was too lost in pleasure to care. “He’d… oh fuck… he’d be jealous. Because you fuck me so much better.” “That’s right,” he agreed, his pace merciless. "Take it all. I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight, until every time you sit down, you remember who owns this pussy.”

she growled but made no move to pull away or to protect herself from another blow. My wife enjoys the occasional spanking in the heated throes of passion, and she's smacked my ass from time to time, as well. I admit that I kind of enjoyed that burning sensation, but it never felt like this! This was a hot poker jammed right into my crotch!

“Oh fuck, baby… yes…” Marcus spanked him again, harder this time. And again. His palm left red marks on Elias’s pale skin. Each spank was firm and deliberate. This was as far as Marcus could show his anger without saying the words. He was punishing his husband for touching me, for enjoying it so openly, for making him watch. Elias loved it. He moaned sexily and pushed his ass back for more. “Spank me harder, Marcus. Fuck… I love when you get like this.”

I groaned impatiently, " Vincenzo..you...you..." He bent his head down to whisper in my ears, my ass stinging in pain, " Hmm? This is my way of torturing you, darling. You can't even complain to our dear grandpa, can you?" BASTARD!! I felt frustrated with him in anger. He was using his husband's rights and I could do nothing about it. I couldn't possibly say to Grandpa Michael that he had spanked me. Another whimper left my lips when he landed a second slap on my ass.

The sound of his heavy breathing, too, became clearer and clearer in the room. Yet, I never expected that he would forcefully suppress the urge to pounce on me and shake his head at me pridefully despite already being turned on like this. "I don't want to!" His eyes kept rolling, appearing to be harboring some ill thoughts. "Unless you promise you will never hit me again!" I didn't grasp his point, so I looked confused. "Honey, what are you talking about? Didn't you tell me that this is one of the ways married couples discipline each other? I'm not trying to beat you up. I just want to discipline you."

he answers me, that's too long more left, I'm bored, I groaned and laid back down in my crib. "Would you like to talk until your time is over Violet?" Hayden asks me, I don't see why not. "Would Evander ever...you know....uhhh...hit me?" the last word was said as a whisper, but he still heard me. "The only physical punishment your daddy would ever apply would be a spanking to your bum area, he'd never leave a mark on you, or go too hard either, they are meant as a last option discipline," Hayden says. "Would he...would he do it now?" I ask worried, I didn't want to get a spanking.

It was quite clear that he was definitely enjoying my ordeal. "How many spanks do you think would suffice for these mistakes?" He asked. "I am not a kid that you will spank," I retaliated. "You are everything that I want you to be," he shot back, his words dripping with possessiveness, "and be glad that I am leaving you just by spanking." What a joke! "I believe five spanks for each mistake should suffice to start," His hand pressed against my buttock, a chilling sensation that sent shivers down my spine. "Now, count for me."

He looked down, ears dropping like a dog — just my imagination, lol. “You didn't think about that when you spanked me yesterday, did you?” He glanced up, eyes sparkling just for a second before it diminished. “That was just a spank.” “Why don't we try it out, then?” He shook his head. “According to the book I read, spankings are only given for discipline. You did nothing wrong.” “I did.” My smile widened. “I denied you sex last night. That would count as something wrong.” I leaned into him and my mouth continued its running phase. “Why don't we start from there, sir? Punish this pet however you like, master.”

He leaned forward and snarled, really snarled at me, “Don’t ever talk about yourself that way. I would murder someone else if they said such a thing about you, but I will spank your ass if I hear you say it again.” I cross my arms and growl, “Really, threatening to hit someone who just got assaulted, must make you feel like such a man.” He glared back at me, “Baby you know the difference between getting assaulted and getting spanked for being a bad girl. Now, are you going to tell me or will I have to ask Aria?” I push my hand through my hair, rolling my eyes, “My ex husband just beat the shit out of me this morning. I just got out of the fucking e.r. So can you please just leave me the fuck