Husband Spanks Me Novels & Stories

I almost lost my balance. “I’ll teach you a lesson that you won’t forget.” She said as she continued dragging me till we got to where people were. “How dare you seduce my fiancé?” She said. “I think your fiancé should be asked why he always follows me to the toilet every single time.” “Liar. I saw you in his arms and you think I don’t know what your plan is?” She tried to slap me again but I caught her hand and pushed her away from me. “Who do you think you are to slap me?”

The angle was devastating—his cock slamming my cervix on every thrust, balls slapping my clit, the wet sound obscene in the quiet cellar. “Take it,” he growled, voice rough. “Take every inch of your father-in-law’s cock the night before you marry my son.” I sobbed, pushing back, greedy for more. He spanked me—hard, open-palmed cracks across both cheeks that made me clench around him so tight he cursed. Each spank louder, hotter, the sting blooming into fire that made my pussy gush down his shaft and thighs. He reached around, rubbed my clit in brutal circles, fingers slick with our mixed cum.

My voice came out all breathy and broken. “Yeah you like that huh. You want your husband’s brother to wreck this married cunt on your honeymoon balcony while he sleeps right there.” He gripped my ass tighter, spanking one cheek hard then the other and started thrusting up to meet me with powerful strokes. Every time I came down he drove up and his thick cock slammed against that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. The wet slapping sounds of skin on skin and my pussy juices smacking against his balls were so loud I worried for a second but the thrill of getting caught only made me wetter.

“You’re serious.” “Completely.” Smack, smack, smack. “You really think I’m going to let you…hit me?” “Not hit you. Spank you. Big difference. Losing your temper and throwing your boot at me proved you need to learn there are consequences for acting out against me.” Smack, smack, smack. “No. Way. You are fucking delusional.” The continual smack, smack, smack was wearing on her nerves. “I haven’t been spanked since I was about six years old.”

He spanked me twice in a row, fast and hard. "Yes!" "You know how much of a little tease you have been, right? Calling me daddy, knowing well enough how much that shit turns me on. Touching yourself and kissing me out of the blues. You just want to be slutted out! And don't fucking lie to me, you want to be fucked. You are not here, naked and moaning because you just want me to prove that you are not insensitive! You are here because you want daddy to fuck you, is that right?" With every word he was saying, he was spanking me harder and faster and I was on the edge already. I was going to cum so hard from being spanked.

Let alone sleep. "Am I forgiven?" " Well, you have me over your shoulder upside down with your arm around my thighs..." "Which are sadly slimmer. I love rolling around with you when you're soft. " "Hey!" I stretched my arm and spanked him on his backside and he stopped abruptly. He returned the favor by spanking me back. " Hey I do the spanking mind you wife." "Well you spank like a girl mind you husband." "Clara answer my question...? Goodness you know how to change subjects at will..."

, she said, finally pulling herself out of her reverie. “That we shouldn’t consummate our marriage?”, he asked, his smirk broadening. “Yeah”, she answered. “It doesn’t mean you can’t be punished for disobedience”, he said and in the blink of an eye, she was on his shoulder and his hands were on her bottom. ‘Whack!’ she felt a spank and let out a yelp because she wasn’t expecting it but the second time he spanked her, she couldn’t help but let out a moan.

“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.”

“I don’t give a fuck what was going on. I don’t care if we were fighting or arguing, but I am your husband, Anna, and I deserve to know if my wife had flown across the country. A wife who is still recovering!” “Yes, I am sorry.” I lowered my head, suddenly feeling shame. “Sorry doesn't cut it, Anna. He pressed on, and I nodded, unable to defend myself. We stood there for what felt like an hour before he spoke again. “You will be punished?” He suddenly declared, and my breath hitched. “Punished?” My head tilted in question, heart pounding so loud as my brain conjured all forms of punishment, and none of them looked pleasing. “Yes.” He bit, his fingers slowly encasing my wrist and pulling me i

I cried out, gripping the edge of the desk as he destroyed me. “Take this dick,” he grunted, pounding me hard. “This is what you came here for, right? Getting fucked better than your useless husband ever could.” “Yes!” I moaned loudly. “Harder, Derrick. Ruin his wife’s pussy. Make it yours.” He spanked my ass hard, the sound echoing through the office. Then again. And again. Each slap sent pleasure shooting through me. “You’re creaming all over my cock,” he groaned. “Such a wet, sloppy married slut.”