Husband Spanks Me Novels & Stories

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

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?”

I gasp again, feeling the vision fade from my open eyes as the discomfort shoots through me, instantly numbing my legs. His large hands wrap around my exposed bréasts, and he begins the punishment for the slap I gave him. Not once do my eyes open, and not once does he slow down…not until my legs are trembling, and the only support I have keeping me from slumping to the ground is his hands around my plump títs. I feel his hot load on my bare ass, then feel it drip down my legs as he adjusts his clothes. “I love this American ass,” he spanks me, forcing my eyes open, before leaving. Holy fúcking shít, I just cheated on my husband.

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.

, 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.

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.”

Aurora yelled and Vincenzo landed her another slap on her right ass cheek. We are just starting… I’m spanking you twenty times… I want you to count. Thwack, the sound came and she groaned. 1, she cried. He kept spanking her 2, 3, ,4,5, 6, 7, 8…… until it reach the twentieth…..her ass was already red and he smiled like a demon enjoying the softness of her ass… Learn to be a good girl for your hubby… He whispered…. He doesn’t want you to use any hairpin but you stole the hairpin in his locker.