Husband Punishment Novels & Stories

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

\" What are those trivialities that you talk about as punishment and mistakes And a list you want an answer to your damn question, yes, I feel jealous because you are my husband, and if you want to fuck that bitch, you prefer, you seem to be used to it \" His response was a strong blow, enough to stop her talking to him in such a way, this was not enough for him, but more must be done until that stubbornness is placed in its natural place, using its shock by slapping it .For the first time in her life, she was subjected to such a thing as long as her father was spoiled \" Why did you get angry now? Didn't you look a little further until we got back to the palace ؟ \" What he says provoked

Violet pushed her husband to the front of the car. He sat in the driver's seat with his hands gripping the steering wheel. He contemplated ramming through the blockade, but the light bulbs in his head went off. "Fuck this," he exclaimed as he grabbed the driver's door and began to open it. "Marvin, I'm your wife," Violet pleaded. "Yes, but you're not worth my life," he stated, before shoving his hands up in the air and jumping out of the vehicle. "Asshole," Violet shouted at him.

Her husband grabbed her by the hair and yanked her forward, delivering several heavy slaps. The slaps she had received earlier were already bad enough. But these were even worse. Her face immediately swelled up, and blood started dripping from the corners of her mouth. Cynthia's husband didn't care. He breathed heavily and kicked her leg. With a loud thud, Cynthia was sent to her knees in front of her mother-in-law. Ignoring Cynthia's cries of pain, her husband pressed her head down, making her bow to her mother-in-law, begging for forgiveness. Then he kicked her again, sending her crashing to the ground.

"I forgot to tell him to cum. He fucked me for over a half hour before I remembered to tell him to climax, then he sucked his cum out and fucked me again." "Did you have a chance to speak to you? I understand he wished to talk to you about your marriage." "Yes. He apologized to me. Told me he was sorry he wasn't a better husband and that he was attracted to guys and he should have said something before we were married. I've forgiven him. In fact, I'd like to reward him for being such a good boy. Can he suck Sean's cock?" She asked Shasta. "Sean is being punished. He can't cum today. He was disobedient last night," Shasta said.

More tears streamed down my eyes with the excruciating pain coming from the injury. I Didn't Know if saying no to his question would mean more punishment, but I was in so much pain! I don't just know, but I felt sudden hatred for King Archer again, the hatred that was gradually leaving me. I was learning to love and accept him as my husband, but the pain he is causing me right now is so unbearable! He put me in the family way illegally, and now again, he is the cause of this severe punishment. "Will you answer me or not!?" He shouted angrily as he whipped me hard on the pussy! That was the last thing I expected!

“I want to punish you tonight. I want to punish you for provoking your husband to hit you. Are you up for my punishment? “He asked his voice husky. Hafsa smiled hiding her face in his chest. His punishments were the best and the worst. Whenever he wished to punish her, he would make love to her gentle and slow. She loved a hard and rough sex but he knew that. Can she endure a slow and torturous love making? "Go ahead and punish me." This words were enough to ignite the flames in his heart. The two elderly couple made up by making sweet slow love to each other.

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

Logan doesn’t like when I call him by his name. When we are in front of people and have to act like a sweet couple, I can call him by his name. But when we are alone, I have to call him alpha. Otherwise, he would punish me. I get punishment every day, as my husband rapes me every night. But when he is angry, the punishment takes a unique method. Like spanking, whipping, choking. I never enjoy our sexual acts. But when the punishment was added, it became more difficult. And it doesn’t matter how much I get punished, the next morning I have to act like a loving couple in front of everyone.

I was once again scared, lying down in such a vulnerable position. “Each one of you are allowed to spank her for her disobedience. Five times. I don’t think my wife could take much more than that,” He said it with a caress and a squeeze of my arse that made me stiffen and clamp my legs together despite the anxiety building up inside my chest. “And once you are done, you’ll leave.” Another caress on my arched flesh, as he added, “I’ll go first as my right as her husband.”