Husband Spanked By Wife Novels & Stories

I thought, perplexed, Where does he come up with these things at a time like this? "I think it’s a good option," he said, sounding thoughtful. "If you’re angry with me, that same night, you have to spank me right away, that way you release your anger and I can relax..." he said nonchalantly, shrugging. "Ha, ha, ha," I burst out laughing. I couldn’t keep up with my husband’s fantasies. "And what happens if it’s you who’s angry?" "We can try it too," he raised an eyebrow mischievously. "We don’t know if you might end up liking the spanking as well, and I promise to be very careful."

I gathered all my strength to push him and then slap him in the face. He creased his eyebrows like he didn’t expect I would push him away. Let alone receive a slap from his wife. “Did you just slap me?” “Certainly, I did.” I glared at him. “What?” He scoffed as he grabbed my wrists. "Are you kidding me? I am your husband. Have you forgotten about it? How dare you do that!” “You are my husband,” I fired back. “But, that’s only on paper…and it doesn’t mean anything…so you just don’t pull me and kiss me like that…”

Instead, her voice was provocative: “Is that the best you can do, husband?” The next spank was my hardest yet, the sound of my hand on her ass echoing through the room as she moaned—whether from pain or pleasure, I wasn’t sure—driving me wild. Her sensitive skin reddened instantly, and I started stroking myself while spanking her, hard enough to arouse her but not to hurt her. I already had a bite to deal with, which still pissed me off thinking about how long it took to heal. Not to mention Pumpkin’s knees, still raw in places, probably uncomfortable and painful, though she never complained.

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

I spanked her four times. "Where?” "Plant under my window.” "Good girl. Now count to ten,” I said as I spanked her continuously. " Seven” she moaned, grinding her pussy against my thigh. "Ten,’’ she said finally. I rub my hands over her ass and then slide down to her soaking pussy. So my wife gets off on pain, huh. I rub her clit gently then sink a finger inside her.

I shouted back feeling my temper rising. "Marriage? More like a master and his slave. that idiot of a man basically had you on an invisible leach at the last family dinner!" I could just stand still and watch her insult my husband like he was some BDSM enthusiast. I slapped her, hard, I watched in anger as she went flying to the floor. She held her crimson cheek in shock and stared up at me with wide eyes. "I came to you for help, a solution to get over my fear, not for you to insult my husband." I whispered emotionless as I watched her slowly stand up.

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.

Out. The room was filled with her loud moans and his low growls and groans. Her legs were failing her but because her husband is generously he roamed with her to the bench and she rested on her hip and forearm. And he pressed her thighs together to enter her again from behind. She had a tighter hold on his member as he thrust her. He pulled her hair while thrusting her and not forgetting to spank her. That made her jolt for a few seconds and he walked away from her.

“Husband—” SMACK! She received an angry slap in return. His wife looked at him in disbelief as she cupped her face with one hand. She did not expect him to hit her; before she had time to respond, he sent another slap across her face. This slap was more forceful than before and sent her crashing into the cabinet.

“Argh!” I was instantly frightened and infuriated, the blood rushing through my head almost driving me crazy. It took me a moment to get myself back, and stop the illusion of spinning stars hovering my head. “What the fuck Wilson? Why did you spank my ass twice??!!” I shouted at him, rubbing my ass to soothe the pain. His face beamed widely in an evil way and I sensed that something was fishy. “The first spank was punishment for marrying another man and the second one is a message to your husband.”