Husband Punishes Wife Novels & Stories

She immediately calms her emotions before turning her gaze to her husband and jokingly reprimanded him. “You child! I am just stating the fact, look at your reddish and swollen eyes.” Qi Chen can’t rebut his wife even with their antics so he turns to his daughter who is now looking at him proudly with a smirk. “You still scold my dear daughter, let’s increase your punishment for a week then.” “Please don’t do that my dear wife. It is this husband’s fault for stating the facts…” “Stating the facts?” Xi Hui raises her eyebrow as she questions her husband.

She chuckled as if talking to an idiot, “Mr. Usless, if you don’t want to die right here, in this lonely place… you better go back with your little ducklings.” Chewing the gum, he whistled, “Wild cat… hmm, boss was right indeed. It will be fun to discipline you. Yah, if you really love your husband, just come with us.” “Of course I love him… and that’s why I told you to fuc—scram, else my dear husband have to see blood bath on our wedding day.” Her smug look was making his blood boil in anger. He signaled his subordinates and soon series of gunshots rang in the dark lonely place…

Lorenzo froze. His eyes went wide, filled with emotions I couldn't even name. "Alessia, you think threatening me with divorce is fun? If you don't want this party, it ends now. You're my wife, and that's not changing." He shut me out before I could answer. He turned toward the guests, and in a heartbeat, that cold, commanding mafia Don was back. "The celebration ends here. Please head out." No one dared to say anything. They just began filing out.

Colin knocked his knuckles against the coffee table to emphasize his displeasure. Seeing the anger on his face, Aspen found it all utterly ridiculous. Ever since she had married him, she had stayed home every day, doing nothing but trying to be a good, obedient wife. But what about him? When she had been at her most devoted and accommodating, he hadn't spared her a second glance. And now he had the audacity to accuse her of not knowing how to be a wife? It was laughable and absolutely absurd. "Well then, do you know how to be a husband?"

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.

"Whether it's Auntie or that child, Father should punish them both for me and Mother!" I remained silent after listening to their words but frowned a bit when I heard the voice of the woman's husband, who suddenly snapped at me. "You shameless woman! How dare you act in front of my wife and son!" "We are one of the important families in this town, but it seems like you haven't felt the consequences of your insolent behavior to keep behaving like this, huh?" The man looked at me with the same condescending gaze as his wife. "I'll punish you and your son according to my family's wishes!"

My back arched and breasts jiggled, knees buckled and I bite back a moan. “I gave you a choice, be my slave or wife, and here you chose the former. Tell me, Hazel, what am I ought to do if my wife is squirming in the arms of another male, batting her lashes at him, and pressing this,” he smacked across my bare bottom hard and I winced shutting my eyes. “This body of a temptress against him,”

“Your wife is no fun compared to me.” I pushed her away from my thighs roughly and stood to my feet. Susan jumped to her feet too, but before she could utter any word, I slapped her hard. She was too shocked by the impact of my hand on her cheek that she didn’t notice when someone turned her around from behind and slapped her again. “What gave you the right to think you can sit on my husband’s thighs?” Shocked and pained, Susan lifted her hand to return the slap but I quickly grabbed it, holding it in the air. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” I pushed her hand away roughly and she staggered backward. “Get lost before I do something crazy.”

“Who in the f*ck slapped my wife? Come out here this instant!” It would seem that he was that woman’s husband. Before Jack could step forward, the woman rushed to them and pointed at him. “It was him! These three lying losers! Claiming that he’s the master of California’s miracle doctor, and calling her a Yowell! What a joke! Just go look at yourselves in the mirror! The oldest one was the one who slapped me! Hubby, make him regret it! Slap him a hundred times or something!” The man scowled. “Okay, stand aside. I’ll seek revenge for you. You motherf*cker, how dare you slap my wife? Who gave you the per… uhm…”

Erin Greer values a good joke more than boundaries. She always says that we have to keep things fun if we want our relationship to last. So she and her childhood friend, Mark Levine, have a standing arrangement. They will orchestrate a surprise every year on our wedding anniversary—with all their friends playing along—just to see if I'll fall for it. Three years ago, she told Mark in front of me that she regretted marrying me. When I turned to leave, she laughed and pulled me back, saying I was too easily teased. Two years ago, she had Mark put divorce papers beside my pillow. After I signed them with a trembling hand, she laughed and said it was just a prank. Last year, she and Mark hel