Husband Spanks Me Novels & Stories

Amber. His free hand cracked down on my ass, sharp, stinging. I screamed, my pussy clamping down so hard he groaned. “Again,” I begged. “Please, mark me.” He spanked me harder, left cheek, right cheek, over and over until my skin burned bright red. Each slap drove me higher, made me wetter, made my clit throb so violently I thought I’d cum untouched. “Gonna fill this cunt,” he panted. “Gonna pump you so full it leaks down your thighs for days. Everyone who sees you will smell me on you. They’ll know you’ve been fucked raw by your fucking husband to be.”

Plaything. And yet… when he called again— “Husband.” —his voice dripped with so much flirt, so much life, it almost drowned the ghosts clawing at my chest. I rushed down the stairs and found him in the kitchen. Before he could turn, I wrapped my arms around his waist, sliding my hands lower until I gripped his ass. “Husband,” he said in a mock-serious tone, “if you spank me now, it’ll be considered cheating. Don’t make yourself a cheat.”

“You need heat for your back and ice for your ass.” “Romantic,” I grinned, cheeks still pink. “You’re such a gentleman.” “I fucked my wife through a mirror last night until she cried blood,” he deadpanned. “I think we’re past ‘gentleman.’” I blushed, biting back a laugh. “Okay, fine. My sadistic caveman husband.” “I’ll be right back, sunshine,” he said. “Don’t move or I swear to God, I’ll spank you on the other side.”

= POV 3 = "Busy?" There is nothing more enjoyable than seeing the smile and brown eyes that the man with the wings tattoo has in front of Sarah today. Man - no, more precisely, her husband. A legal partner that Sarah should be able to have ultimately. Not belonging to other women, let alone other men is a perfect male figure in the eyes of women.

“You'll be coming to this place, my private residence, once in a while, but I need you to fully stay at the family house, where my spoiled lazy son stayed.” That's right. All through the five months I was married to him, Freddie,my ex husband doesn't do anything at all. Apart from carrying girls. “I want you to go inside that house, make their life a living hell.” The words brought out so much joy inside of me. I can't believe it is finally time for me to take my revenge on them. **** The next day, I stood in front of the mansion again, the same place I was thrown out like a trash, I'm about to return there as somebody. Someone powerful.

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."

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 was big, thicker and longer than Ryan had ever been and he didn’t give me time to adjust. He fucked me hard and deep, hips slamming against my ass with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled my living room. “That’s it, Princess. Take every inch like the needy little slut you are,” he groaned, spanking my ass hard. “My brother’s dumped wife bent over and creamed on my cock.” “Shut up,” I moaned, even as I pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. He spanked me again, harder. “You love it. You love being fucked by the brother who actually knows how to handle you.”

Annoyed, Jessica questioned her husband. Even though Noah's body was quite stocky and looked strong, he wasn't immune to pain, and he hissed slightly from the hard slap he had just received on his arm from his wife. “Why are you scolding me? Do you really enjoy being touched by that guy, and that's why you're upset that I almost stopped that guy from touching you?” Noah replied, but he sounded as annoyed as his wife. Jessica looked like she was going to explode after hearing what her husband had just said, and this time, it wasn't just her right hand that was mercilessly slapping Noah's upper arm. Instead, she used both hands to slap the muscular arm.

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.