Husband Spanking Wife Novels & Stories

I explain passionately. “Oh, so you can spank me but you can’t pretend to fight me?” Selene questions coyly. Chuckling darkly I answer, “those are very different things.” My wife has mentioned her spanking so frequently I’m beginning to think she wants another. “You earned the spanking.” I remind her huskily. “You could never earn an attack.” Pouting, Selene shifts restlessly against me, tempting me to no end, “Please just give it one more try?” She begs, trailing her slender fingers down my chest.

"Don't be willful. This will be the last time I touch you. Just behave. My temper is really bad right now." "Did you not see what we just witnessed?" My voice rose despite myself. "Did you not see your wife riding my husband's cock like her life depended on it? And you want to fuck me in the back of your car like I am some whore you can use whenever you feel like it?" I didn't realize when I slapped him.

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 sucked on her tits while railing her, leaving marks on her soft skin. “Does your husband fuck you like this?” I growled, thrusting harder. “Does he make you scream?” “Nooo… ahhh… he’s too gentle… too boring,” she cried out, her pussy clenching around me. “Your cock is so much bigger… it’s filling me so deep!” I flipped her onto all fours and took her from behind, spanking her ass red while pounding her. Sophia pushed back against me, moaning like a whore. “Harder, Ethan! Fuck my married pussy harder!”

He pulled me over to his side and had me on my knees in his garage within seconds. “Suck it,” he ordered. “Clean your neighbor’s married cock.” I took him deep, tasting both of us. He fucked my face gently at first, then harder, holding my head as he used my throat. “Good girl,” he groaned. “Such a perfect little cocksucker.” He pulled me up, bent me over his workbench, and slammed back inside me. “Tell me how much you love this,” he demanded, spanking me. “I love it,” I moaned. “I love getting fucked by my married neighbor while his wife sleeps upstairs.”

His breath was low in my ear. “You see, my dear wife,” he whispered darkly, “this is what happens when you let a man think he has a chance.” And then he spanked me once. I gasped, turning slightly. “Killian, what are you doing?” “Don’t talk while I talk,” he growled, spanking me again. Once. Twice. Three times. “Killian, what the hell is wrong with you?” I managed to say, but the heat had already started pooling at the pit of my stomach.

“You wouldn’t put me down! You’ve hit me plenty of times—so what if I hit you twice?” His eyes darkened, sharp with a dangerously calm fury. He gripped my jaw, his fingers rough but not painful. “Spanking,” he said slowly, mockery dripping from every syllable, “is a form of sexual suggestion. Is this how you plan to handle our divorce?” My breath caught. Sexual? My cheeks flamed. “That’s ridiculous!” I protested. “You started it! You were spanking me for years—since I was fifteen! How is it discipline when you do it, but something else when I do?”

I was once again scared, lying down in such a vulnerable position. “Each one of you are allowed to spank her for her disobedience. Five times. I don’t think my wife could take much more than that,” He said it with a caress and a squeeze of my arse that made me stiffen and clamp my legs together despite the anxiety building up inside my chest. “And once you are done, you’ll leave.” Another caress on my arched flesh, as he added, “I’ll go first as my right as her husband.”

I just made him taste my fist to shut him up. “Sir, that’s enough!” The maids quickly stopped the two of us before Lucas could even hit me back. “Let go of me!” He didn’t bother to wipe the blood beside his lips as he stepped forward towards me. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, Lucas. As far as I know, you are just a friend and I am his husband! So, I will be the one to take care of him, not you!” I slapped it right through his face, which probably awakened the sleeping monster inside him.

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!"