Husband Spanked By Wife Novels & Stories

It feels too much like being a prisoner in my own home. We were fighting amongst each other. Tensions were high and for what, some asshole that I didn't even know? Fuck that, I'm through with this shit. Today I came as close as I ever have to disrespecting my wife. I don't mind spanking Kat's ass when she needs it, but I draw the line at outright disrespecting her. I looked down at her head on my chest. She looks so innocent when she's asleep. Like the young innocent I met two years ago.

I chuckled coldly and replied, "Even if I have lost my mind, I was driven to it by you two adulterers. Anna, are you so eager to have me thrown out because you're feeling guilty?" Hearing this, she just stared at me for a long moment before suddenly letting out a light laugh. Then, she took the microphone from the emcee and spoke loudly to the audience below the stage. "I'm sorry, everyone, this is my husband. He has developed a severe case of delusional disorder due to the thesis plagiarism incident. Mr. Tanner is aware of his condition, which is why he was suspended and sent home to rest." Mr. Tanner immediately chimed in, "That's right. I've seen Mr. Huffman's medical records. It's clear

“It will be before the night is over. I have a few things we need to come to terms with. First, I will fuck my wife, and then we will discuss what is important, and then I will fuck my wife again.” “Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?” She was damned well getting that spanking.

His voice was low, stern, no room for challenging. Beryl huffed, shaking her head, muttering about how no one ever listens to her as she wandered off. Feeling smug, Belle started to head to their room before she felt a sharp smack on her backside. “Hey!” she scolded her husband, who didn’t seem the tiniest bit concerned by her over menacing glare. “Do that again and I’ll snap that hand right off your wrist.” “Behave,” he told her. “Stop winding up my grandmother. Or I’ll spank that ass until its raw.”

“You are not allowed to say her name in this room. I thought you knew that already. Just so you know, I thoroughly enjoyed causing discord between them. “Hafsa laughed like a maniac as she imagined the shocked face of the little witch. She was brought out of her sadistic mind by the sound of a slap that resonated in the room. She heard the sound before she felt the pain. The shock on her face was like no other. This was the first time her husband had slapped her and for what? A witch! She stood up with one hand on her reddening cheek and the other on her waist.” You slapped me for a whore’s …” before she completed her sentence another heavy blow landed on her other cheek. “She was never a wh

“Open up, slut.” She obeyed instantly, sucking him in while Tobias hammered her from behind. Drool and muffled cries mixed as she rocked between them. Darius leaned close to me, his smirk sharp. “Look at her. This is who your wife really is.” I looked. I couldn’t not. Marina’s body shook as she took both ends, spit dripping down her chin, her ass red and raw from spanking. The men switched again, each one taking his turn inside her ass. Every time one pulled out, another rolled on a condom and slid in, forcing her to stretch wider, her body jerking under them.

"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.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

His swats were harder than Edith's and hurt a lot more making me struggle and begin to push with my feet against the floor to try and move away from my spanking. It was all Edith could do to hold me down across her lap, as she leaned on my back, while her husband spanked my sore ass. She finally told him to go get her hair brush and the lubricant, as I felt the spanking end, and I stopped my feet while Bill pulled my head up off of his lap by my hair while he stood up. The cheeks of my ass were burning as I felt Edith's hand caressing them as she told me more softly,

His warning sends a direct twitch between my thighs. Fuck! I really want him to do that with me. Bound naked in the bathtub and completely at the mercy of my husband, it’s a turn-on. He spanks me again, asking, “Will you tease your husband again?” “Yes, I’ll.” I deliberately close my legs and respond, moaning. “You know, husband, how much I love to tease you.” I wink at him over my shoulder. “I think,” he says, stepping out of the bathtub. “I have to tie you up.”