Husband Spanks Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

Her pink pussy glistens with arousal already forming, knowing that it will be used soon. I’ve been hanging out with Merk for way too long. I’ve always respected women when it comes to sex, and I have mad respect for my wife, but damn, it’s hard to remain a gentleman when your wife can be a freak in and out of the sheets. I run my hand over her ass and through her wetness, but only briefly. I then slap her pussy, which causes her to jerk and moan, “Are you ready for your punishment, baby?” “Mm, yes, Daddy.” She giggles, and I slap her ass once again.

I say his name with my voice, feeling his needs; I was ready for him to claim me. “On your knees, Mrs Kline, “ he ordered, and I knelt over the couch. He got behind me, squeezing my ass before a brutal slap landed on my bare skin. “ Hmm,” I moan, pushing back into his touch, “ More!” I begged him for something I had never done before, and Thane delivered once, twice, God, who knew I could be on the verge of cumming just by getting spanked. Sneaking a finger in my wet fold, he found my clit and circled it a few times. “My wife is wet and ready for me.”

“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?”

—---------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?”

Ryan stood beside me and read them off one by one. "All of this..." "Is that the last one?" "There's one more. It says you wanted a divorce because you..." "Because I what?" "Because you'd fallen for someone else." I paused. Then I started to laugh. I had spent every waking moment of my last life trying to be a good wife to Marcus. I'd learned to cook for him. And still he avoided me at every turn. Whenever he had a free hour, he was either out on business or with Selena. He'd cut off my contact with the outside world and then refused to come near me, letting me rot quietly inside that estate. And now the story was that I'd left him for another man.

Thompson barks at him. "Everything, mom. Everything is good about her. You may not see it, but I see everything in her. If you're not going to accept my wife and treat her nicely, then where is the love you claim to have for me? I kept my wife under your care and I was gone for just four days, look at what you've turned her into. Your maid. That is the height of it all," He snaps angrily, and she creases her eyebrow. "Alex..." Wendy calls as she walks up to him, and holds his shoulder.

Every word made her tighten around me. A small smile tugged at my lips. “My wife has a kink, I see.” Ian is going to love this side of her. So fucking much. I pulled out, my breath ragged. “Turn over.” She obeyed instantly, flipping onto her stomach, pulling her ass in the air. Her face pressed against the sheet, back arched perfectly for me. I spanked her ass hard. “My obedient little wife.” Fingers finding their way into her hole.

I will not be your wife again. I screamed as he gave me a hard tug, forcing me over his knee, then he threw my evening dress over my head and spanked me hard. It was not the sexy teasing spanking he had given me occasionally when we were married; it was a punishment, and it fucking hurt. For a brief minute I was frozen in shock, and then my anger exploded. I fought tooth and nail, screaming as he beat me; it was no use; he held me down easily. When he had finished, he allowed me to sit back up, and I instantly pulled myself as far away from him as I could. I was trembling all over, but not with fear as Killian thought. 'I warned you, little wife. Defy me, and you will be punished. I expect t