Husband Spanking Wife Novels & Stories

I stated the obvious "You are not allowed to forget that you are my wife, even when you are unconscious. The only name that you are going to moan, day and night is only mine." He grabbed my butt with his large palm as if he owned it. "I will take care of that from now on, but for now, let me go, please." I wanted to get free from this grip as soon as possible because the thing he was doing was painful and humiliating at the same time. I am not a kid; he would spank me. When I thought that he would Now listen to me, I heard him clicking his tongue against his cheek. "I can't let this thing go unpunished!"

“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.

“Yes. Fuck your wife’s pussy. Destroy this pussy!” And he did exactly that. I loved telling him how much his pussy loved him by giving Kegel hugs. Embracing his large erection in a warm embrace and receiving brutal spanks in return. When he didn’t spank me, I spanked myself to remind him to do so. Even I found out I spanked myself harder than he spanked me. We both loved to fuck my insides. With my hands, I massage my love canal and with his boner – he does justice to his pussy.

Damn, she thought as she reached for her husband who was studying a file, and glanced at her with a frown. “Tristan, I think I messed up, ‘she sighed as she crawled across and climbed onto his lap, tugging off her nightdress as she saw the impatience in her lover’s eyes at having been kept waiting before his head swooped down to kiss her in a commanding manner. ‘Baby, I think a spanking is in order then,’ said Tristan in a silky voice as he pushed her onto the bed and stood up, stroking his large c*ck in anticipation of the punishment he was about to administer to his wife’s pale a*s.

"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.

"On your knees. Bent over my desk. Taking every inch of my cock like a good little slut." Another spank, harder this time. I cry out, my pussy clenching around him. "Your husband is never going to fuck you like this, is he? Never going to make you scream. Never going to ruin this cunt the way I'm going to ruin it." "No — never — you're so much better—"

He spins me again, bends me over the toilet lid, and drives back in from behind. No mercy now. He fucks me like he’s trying to punish me for almost getting caught, hips slamming, hand fisted in my hair, the other spanking my ass raw. Every thrust forces a choked sob from my throat. “Take it,” he hisses. “Take your father-in-law’s cock while your husband walks away like a fucking idiot.” I come again, harder than before, squirting so violently it splashes the toilet tank.

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.

Again, he had Funfun and dundun threatening her. He was ruthless. " If she stubbornly refuses to take a bath, go ahead and bite her to death! " He spat mercilessly, clicking his steps towards the door. Soon he halted, sighed roughly, and recklessly walked back to his frightened little wife. He smacked a gentle kiss on her lips, spanking her butt mercilessly in reflex. " Ouch! " Her bumbum turned very red. " Don't be stubborn, Momma. Take a bath and wait for me. Mm? "

"I bring my sick wife a doctor and the moment I leave you two alone, you get all touchy with each other in the name of this bullshit of an excuse!" "You never brought her for me," I shout and stand, pointing a finger at him. "I saw you two together," I close my eyes briefly to let the images pass, "all cosy and touchy with each other." I straighten up and smile. "So, I did what I had to, I took my only chance." "Bullshit. That's a whore's excuse," he growls out and my palm connects with his cheek the moment that word leaves his lips. Brandon's head swings to one side at the impact of the slap, my hand goes to cover my mouth and his jaw tenses. I just slapped my husband. I slapped Brandon. My