Husband Gets Spanked Novels & Stories

“I’ve wanted to bend you over since my first day here. Every time you came to visit him in those tight dresses, I imagined ripping them off and filling this married pussy.” He suddenly pulled out, spun her around, and bent her over the desk again. He slammed back inside her from behind, gripping her hips as he railed her with deep, brutal strokes. “Fuck— this view is perfect,” he groaned, watching her ass jiggle with every thrust. “Your husband probably fucks you like a gentleman. I’m gonna fuck you like the slut you are.” He spanked her ass hard, leaving red handprints, then reached around to rub her clit again.

Each word was punctuated with a hard slap to my ass which was already heating up. "Jake cut it out." There were tears because those things stung but inside I was jumping for joy. My man was back and boy was he ever. After spanking my ass he threw me face down on the bed and tore my panties down my thighs. I looked over my shoulder to see him unzipping his jeans. "Don't you fucking move or it's gonna be your ass." I turned my head back around and bit my lip to stifle my laughter. His big hands came around my hips and he pulled just my ass up. I felt his tongue enter me from behind and started cumming immediately. After he'd made me cum in his mouth twice he licked the red welts his hands had

“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.”

The angle was devastating—his cock slamming my cervix on every thrust, balls slapping my clit, the wet sound obscene in the quiet cellar. “Take it,” he growled, voice rough. “Take every inch of your father-in-law’s cock the night before you marry my son.” I sobbed, pushing back, greedy for more. He spanked me—hard, open-palmed cracks across both cheeks that made me clench around him so tight he cursed. Each spank louder, hotter, the sting blooming into fire that made my pussy gush down his shaft and thighs. He reached around, rubbed my clit in brutal circles, fingers slick with our mixed cum.

If I knew he was this handsome, I wouldn't have started this drama. Humeyra who was amused initially now pulled her husband behind her back and slapped the woman hard across the check making her head turn side ways. "No one touches my husband bitch! If you want to bark, go look for somewhere else to bark but I warn you, if you lay a single finger on my husband again, you wont ever be able to use your hands again!

My wife says, this is news for me. "Didn't you punish her Kennedy?" I ask with a raised brow. "I gave her few swats on her diapered bum and time out in her playpen" my wife replies. "Ken, you know and we agreed on punishing her when she misbehaves," I say, my wife wouldn't want to punish her, but she can't keep acting out when I'm busy at work. "Hey, I did punish her!" Kennedy replies defending herself. "With timeout and a couple of swats, Ken she needs a proper spanking with how bad she's been acting," I say, I only saw her last outburst around bedtime, and that was bad enough.

My blood rushed in the opposite direction and my face was red half because of the blood and half because of the embarrassment that I faced when a maid watched me over his shoulder. Safe to say I wouldn't be meeting with her in the eye for the rest of my life. And to top that he literally spanked me over my butt causing me to let out a painful moan, which was not because of the pain, because of the wait he was going to give me. I knew my husband was a man of his words and he meant it when he said that wouldn't be able to walk for a week when he would be done with me.

"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.

He spanked me again, harder, the sound echoing through the studio. “You were warned, Lara,” he snarled, spanking me repeatedly. *CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.* Each brutal slap made my ass jiggle and burn. “I told you not to touch yourself. Now look at you — bent over like a cheap whore in front of my actors, your slutty little cunt dripping all over the floor.” The couple was completely frozen, watching wide-eyed as my stepfather spanked my bare ass mercilessly. The humiliation was overwhelming… and it made me cum harder than I ever had in my life.

“Wouldn’t want your husband waking up to see his new wife getting destroyed by his best man on their wedding night.” He railed me mercilessly. Deep, brutal strokes that made my tits bounce and my knees buckle. One hand reached around to rub my clit roughly while the other squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple hard. Every thrust pushed Daniel’s cum out of me, mixing with Elias’s as it ran down my thighs. “Elias—fuck—too deep—” I gasped, pushing back anyway. “You love it,” he snarled, spanking my ass hard. “Love being a dirty little slut for your stepbrother while your husband sleeps ten feet away.”