Husband Spanking Wife Novels & Stories

She looked ridiculous and arousing at the same time in a way that made me want to disappear. "Yes, Miss Catherine," he replied in a falsely high voice. "I've been very, very bad." "Then you know what happens to bad boys." What followed was a scene that would haunt my nightmares forever. The woman bent her husband over a chair and began spanking him with the ruler while he made exaggerated moaning sounds that suggested this was not punishment but rather enthusiastic foreplay. "Oh god, no, no, NO!" I screamed mentally, desperately trying to escape the horrifying scene. "AXEL! TAKE ME TO AXEL!"

"Your wife is a hot piece of ass. She's definitely going to cum before I'm balls deep. I bet you have a lot of fun with her." I don't know if Richard responded that time. I was delirious with pleasure and even the spanking felt good. I could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate the stranger's girth, just like Eva had described to me. At the same time, I knew exactly how to diddle my clit to get myself off and I was doing that in earnest. I moaned as another inch of his cock slid into me while I simultaneously felt the first pangs of orgasm start to flow through my body. I couldn't believe how much better it felt with my pussy being stuffed compared to doing it to myself after the fact. I

“Shut the fuck up and take it. This married cunt belongs to your stepbrother now.” He fucked me like he hated me — hard, deep, merciless strokes that made my tits bounce violently. The wet, obscene slapping of his balls against my clit filled the room. “You’re nothing but a set of holes for me,” he snarled, spanking my ass red. “Your husband thinks he married a pure, innocent girl. He has no idea I already turned his wife into my personal cumdump.” Tears streamed down my face from the intensity, but my pussy was gushing around him.

I replied and he chuckled hard. I’m his wife, right? But as silly and weird as it sounds, I wanted to have a taste of what his real sl*ut was enjoying. Maybe that would help me understand what’s so special about their bond and relationship. “But you’re not my sl*ut, you’re my wife…” he whispered against my skin. “For this morning, I am…” I replied and, without saying a word, he spanked me hard again, sending a sting of sweet pain through my body.

Brandon has a smile on his face, “You’re tone. I guess Maxwell keeps you covered up for a reason.” “Don’t touch me again,” I say in a cold voice. I grab the remaining dishes and take them into the kitchen. I’m shaking after my encounter with Brandon. How far has Max told him to go? Will they hurt me? I jump when Max enters the kitchen. He looks angry. “What is wrong with you?” Is he mad about my reaction to Brandon? “I…um…” “I told you that when people are around, you should be a doting wife. That means if another man puts his hand on you, you slap him. Do you not understand how disrespectful that was to me?” Max asks.

“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.”

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."

Realizing there would be no courtesy in my husband, I began to work my tongue in and around his toes sucking on them, only the thought of how turned on I was allowing me to get through this filthy act. The taste and smell really weren’t that bad, but my lifelong idea that feet were the dirtiest part of a person was making me extremely nauseous. As I moved to the bottoms, I could feel every wrinkle on them as my tongue swept over them. I looked up at him and could tell that he was thoroughly enjoying the sensations and the power he had over me. I tried to finish as quickly as possible without missing any parts, hopeful that this would be the only thing I had to do before he wanted to fuck me.

“This married pussy is so much tighter than I imagined. Your husband has no idea how to fuck you properly, does he?” He started pounding me hard — deep, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and my moans turn into broken cries. Every thrust slammed against my cervix. The wet, filthy sound of his heavy balls slapping my soaked pussy filled the room. “Tell me,” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Tell me how much better my cock feels than your husband’s.” “So much better,” I sobbed with pleasure. “Your cock is ruining me— I can’t go back to him after this—”

I alternated—ice and mouth, cold and hot—until she was writhing, moaning beautifully for me. Then came the spanking. I released her ankles temporarily, flipped her onto her stomach with wrists still bound above her, and propped a pillow under her hips. Her ass was raised perfectly. I started soft warm up strokes of my palm over her cheeks, rubbing the skin until it glowed. Then harder. Sharp, resounding smacks that made her gasp and moan. I alternated cheeks, occasionally dipping my fingers between her thighs to find her soaked. “You’re dripping down your thighs,” I growled, spanking her again, harder. “Such a dirty wife.” I whispered with every brutal slow thrust. Somehow this felt even mor