Husband Gets Spanked Novels & Stories

I cried out, gripping the edge of the desk as he destroyed me. “Take this dick,” he grunted, pounding me hard. “This is what you came here for, right? Getting fucked better than your useless husband ever could.” “Yes!” I moaned loudly. “Harder, Derrick. Ruin his wife’s pussy. Make it yours.” He spanked my ass hard, the sound echoing through the office. Then again. And again. Each slap sent pleasure shooting through me. “You’re creaming all over my cock,” he groaned. “Such a wet, sloppy married slut.”

“Thank god. He was so sweet at first. Then he walked into the dressing room, I could have sworn the man was vibrating with rage, but from the look of you I can see it was lust.” Blushing, I shake my head. “No, you had it right the first time. It was rage.” Her eyes run over me. “Ah, he’s one of those.” She sighs. “My husband is the same. Kind of a daddy dom. Spanking, punishment, using you, leaving you gasping for air when you’re bad. But when you’re a good girl he takes care of everything you could possibly need or want—even things you don’t think of yourself. Then he also makes you come so hard you see stars.”

His breath was low in my ear. “You see, my dear wife,” he whispered darkly, “this is what happens when you let a man think he has a chance.” And then he spanked me once. I gasped, turning slightly. “Killian, what are you doing?” “Don’t talk while I talk,” he growled, spanking me again. Once. Twice. Three times. “Killian, what the hell is wrong with you?” I managed to say, but the heat had already started pooling at the pit of my stomach.

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 all attention was on one man, and that’s my husband, right now who is punishing me for teasing him. Whatever it is, I need him now. I can’t wait any longer. Hasn’t he punished me enough? After all, he knew I was just teasing him. “Just fuck me, Steve,” I demand, glancing at him over my shoulder. A smirk spreads across his face, which isn’t good for me. “Seriously, you think I’ll listen to you after what you did today?” He asks, rubbing my clit with his thumbs agonisingly slow. As I grind myself against his hand, he tugs at my hair, pulling my head back. “Stay still if you don’t want me to spank your little pussy this time.”

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

"Do you think I'll be fooled? Today, I'm not just going to spank you; I will spank you heavily! What did I tell you before I left? You're not allowed to look at others. How many times have you looked?" Hearing this, Renee trembled in her heart. Gosh, this time Dante had made up his mind. It seemed that he really wanted to spank her hard. Would her ass survive from this? It would definitely turn into a braised pig buttock! It seemed that she had to play the trump card. Seeing that his hand was about to fall, Renee shouted, "Husband!" "Excuse me?" Dante stopped immediately and looked at her in shock, suspecting that he had misheard.

Thompson barks at him. "Everything, mom. Everything is good about her. You may not see it, but I see everything in her. If you're not going to accept my wife and treat her nicely, then where is the love you claim to have for me? I kept my wife under your care and I was gone for just four days, look at what you've turned her into. Your maid. That is the height of it all," He snaps angrily, and she creases her eyebrow. "Alex..." Wendy calls as she walks up to him, and holds his shoulder.

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

She gasped as he smacked her buttock, smirking at his action. "How dare you?? Don't ever do that again you pervert." She shouted at him embarrassed at his audacity. “Okay” she heard him say but gasped loudly as he again smacked her but making her hiss. "Husband!!! You are so bad! I am your wife?! How can you do this to me?! She shouted and tried to get off him. Tried but obviously failed. He was unfazed by her words and to teach her a lesson he entered the water with her still on his shoulder, dangling.