Husband Spanking Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

She gasped as he smacked her buttock, smirking at his action. "How dare you?? Don't ever do that again you pervert." She shouted at him embarrassed at his audacity. “Okay” she heard him say but gasped loudly as he again smacked her but making her hiss. "Husband!!! You are so bad! I am your wife?! How can you do this to me?! She shouted and tried to get off him. Tried but obviously failed. He was unfazed by her words and to teach her a lesson he entered the water with her still on his shoulder, dangling.

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.

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

He hits firmly and precisely, without using full force, making the skin redden and sting. "Tell me what you did wrong," he asks in an authoritative voice. He spanks me again. I groan. "I should have told you what was going on." "Why should you tell me?" he asks. Another spank. "Because you're my husband," I answer between moans. "And we have no secrets." "Good," he says. Only then he stops spanking me. His hand slips between my buttocks. His fingers slip between my legs and soon discover my wetness.

I whimpered, my eyes going wide knowing this was insane. Fucking insane. How the hell am I supposed to go back to that party like this—clothes ruined, body burning—and why the fuck did I love the sound of it tearing? "I asked a fucking question. Does your husband spank you like this?" Another spank. My eyes rolled deep into my head. "No...fuck no, he doesn't...he fucking..." The rest of my words died in my throat as he pulled my leg apart and two thick fingers shoved into me—deep, hard, like he didn’t believe in gentleness.

"That's right." He followed me into the house and saw our wedding photo. His eyes were filled with resentment, and his voice grew firmer. "You don't love Sinead as much as I do. Sinead told me you even made her go without food for several nights. I came here to tell you that even if I can't legally marry her, I'm still going to be with her." He looked like a brave young man defending the love of his life. I froze slightly. "So, you knew all along?"

“Wouldn’t want your husband waking up to see his new wife getting destroyed by his best man on their wedding night.” He railed me mercilessly. Deep, brutal strokes that made my tits bounce and my knees buckle. One hand reached around to rub my clit roughly while the other squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple hard. Every thrust pushed Daniel’s cum out of me, mixing with Elias’s as it ran down my thighs. “Elias—fuck—too deep—” I gasped, pushing back anyway. “You love it,” he snarled, spanking my ass hard. “Love being a dirty little slut for your stepbrother while your husband sleeps ten feet away.”

I enthroned him and since he had forgotten that, I was going to dethrone him myself. Nova had tried to talk me out of it all the way here but I wasn't about to give in. “I told you I'm as strong as I can be. Stop asking already.” I slammed the door, straightening my suit as I began walking towards the company. “I just wanted to make sure. The doctor said you can't have any strenuous activity and I'm bothered that your husband–” I stopped in my tracks, turned to her, shooting her a hard glare. “Sorry. A slip of tongue I swear. I just think your soon to be ex husband will try to make things difficult for you.” She hastened her steps, trying to keep up with me and I just smiled, patting her sho

His wife seemed to be in charge of what was happening and she decided that the teen girl’s pussy should take some punishment. Zoe felt the ball gag being forced back in place and she let out a muffled shriek as she was dragged back to the bed and made to get on her knees. Her head was pushed to the bed and it left her ass sticking up in the air and at the mercy of the couple. The spanking paddle delivered another couple of blows to redden the skin even more and the teen girl moaned as she felt the cock being pushed against her ass cheeks. Mrs. Howard spread them open so that her husband could work his cock between the teen girl’s thighs.

—---------sophie’s pov—-------- This was the first time in my entire life that I had been spanked. And it wasn’t just anyone—it was *him*, my husband. The deep, sharp sting on my backside didn’t last long, but the shame lingered, swelling like a tidal wave inside me. My face burned hot, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to cry or scream. Dominic’s voice came from behind me, low and steady, but chilling. “Do you know you’re wrong?”