Husband Spanks Me Novels & Stories

He shouldn't know that he was turning me on. I felt guilty from within. Why the fuck was I getting turned on by my husband who was so cold and ruthless? He was my enemy who loved treating me badly. Running the tip of his nose across my cheek, he said huskily, “When Xander wants something, he will get it by hook or crook!” My body was shuddering, and I couldn't hold myself stronger. Fuck! Was I melting away? “Ahm…” I moaned a little when a spank was delivered to my buttocks.

I could feel the bulge beneath my ribs growing with every smack he gave me. “What the hell is wrong with you?” standing up. My ass stings, and I’m sure it’s as red as a tomato. I stared at my husband. I was angry that he was spanking me. I wanted to show him I was annoyed with the spanking, but fuck, the man looks like he just stepped out of a magazine with his thick black hair that falls in his eyes, abs that make me want to run my fingers down, and those V muscles that lead to something I desperately want to feel inside me. Just looking at him makes me wet. Unknowingly, to me instead of fighting him for spanking me.

He stared at me for a long moment, sipping his whiskey. “Turn around. Bend over the desk.” I obeyed, spreading my legs and arching my back, presenting my ass and still-slightly-swollen pussy to him. Marcus walked over slowly. His hand caressed my ass cheek before he delivered a sharp, stinging spank. “You went home to your husband last night with my cum inside you, didn’t you?” he asked, voice low and dangerous. “Yes, sir,” I whispered. He spanked me again, harder. “Did you fuck him?”

she said. "Don't call me by my name, wife," he breathed. "No, don't...!" Another hard slap landed on her cheek ass. "What did I tell you?" "Hubby..." she cried. "Hubby, what?" "Y-Yes... Yes, hubby..." she choked on her own breath. He slapped her ass one more time before he gently caressed it to soothe the pain. "So submissive, I like it." He held her hair through his fingers and pulled her up to her knees, her back was pressing against his chest. "I'll spank you again and again if you try to disobey me, am I understood, kukla?" (doll)

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 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.

But that doesn't stop me from feeling somewhat intrigued, so I turn my face slightly, seeing Dominik behind me. My husband keeps a soft smile on his lips, while he has his gaze lowered and fixed on my body, looking at me with desire. His hands are fixed on my hips, but soon they begin to move down my skin, caressing my buttocks and legs, with gentle touches that are somewhat desperate. But before I can ask or complain that he was going so annoyingly slow, Dominik surprises me, when in one swift movement he separates one of his hands from my body and then drops it hard on one of my buttocks, spanking me.

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.

“Thank god. He was so sweet at first. Then he walked into the dressing room, I could have sworn the man was vibrating with rage, but from the look of you I can see it was lust.” Blushing, I shake my head. “No, you had it right the first time. It was rage.” Her eyes run over me. “Ah, he’s one of those.” She sighs. “My husband is the same. Kind of a daddy dom. Spanking, punishment, using you, leaving you gasping for air when you’re bad. But when you’re a good girl he takes care of everything you could possibly need or want—even things you don’t think of yourself. Then he also makes you come so hard you see stars.”