Husband Spanks Me Novels & Stories

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.

One hand fists my hair, and pull my head back while the other spanks my ass hard, the sting blooms into heat. “That’s my good little slut,” he growls, his voice filthy. “Taking your husband’s cock so deep. This married pussy belongs to me.” He fucks me mercilessly, until I cum so hard, I squirt around his thick length, soaking the sheets. He doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me through the overstimulation until I’m sobbing with pleasure. ETHAN'S POV I pull out of her and make her ride me. She sinks down onto my cock reverse cowgirl, her perfect ass bouncing as she takes every inch. I spank her red while guiding her hips, watching my thick shaft disappear into her dripping cunt.

You're the only one who can help now. "I poured everything into this project—all my liquid cash. I can't keep up anymore!" I snapped my fingers, and security charged in and pinned him down. He still refused to give up and was still shouting as they held him. "Wendy, we were married once! Please help me!" I didn't even blink and told them to drag him out. Grace threw a fit on the sidewalk outside. From the window, I watched as Nate raised his hand and slapped her across the face. I couldn't help but laugh.

He said with no remorse. “Like hell, I'm not your wife anymore. You abduct me and keep me here because of your stupid pleasure. I'm not going to turn up for you.” “You call it a pleasure but I'm telling you that we're going to make babies.”

“I’m sorry. I know no matter how many times I say it, it’ll never make up for what I did to you. But if it means you’ll forgive me someday, I’ll do anything.” Then, as if a sudden thought struck him, his eyes lit up. He ordered his men to bring him a hammer. “I told you before. Anyone who hurts you, be it directly or indirectly, I’ll make them pay.” With a stone-cold face, he placed his own left hand on the table. “Even if that person is me.” He raised the hammer, and without the slightest hesitation, he brought it down. “Ah!” His scream tore through the room. His left pinky was smashed—skin, bone, and everything.

He grabbed my arm tightly. His grip was so unexpectedly strong that it hurt. It did not seem like he was trying to talk me out of doing something rash. It felt more like he was apprehending me. “Eli, calm down!” he growled at me lowly. His expression was dark, and veins stood out on his temple. “Calm down? How in the world am I supposed to calm down?” I tried to shake him off as I glared at Cole. “He slapped me at my own wedding! Twice! What’s wrong with you? Didn’t you see that?”

“Harder—please—” I gave it to her. Long, powerful strokes that bottomed out every time, my heavy balls slapping against her ass. Sweat dripped down my chest onto her tits. I was lost in her — the tight heat of her pussy, the way she screamed my name, the love and lust and surrender in her eyes even while cuffed and helpless. “You wanted spice, baby?” I grunted, spanking her ass lightly as I railed her. “This is it. Your husband losing control because you teased him too fucking good. I loved submitting to you… but I love claiming you more.”

"Matt, you're in big trouble, but I think we can work it out. O.K.?" Again he nodded his head. "O.K., Matt. Here's what we're going to do. If you do what I say, maybe we can forget about you getting into trouble. O.K.?" He nodded his head. ***** "Oh, my god! You are so bad! I can hardly wait to fuck you," my husband said urgently. He pulled my panties down and I stepped out of them. He held my skirt up above my waist and gave my butt a couple of hard swats. Almost before I could holler - and I did holler - he stuck his fingers back into my cunt.

Again he could hear that hint of a barely there laugh. Cedric tugged her body over his and cupped her bottom, clenching one cheek. "If we're speaking of punishments, my lovely wife, then I'll be happy to dole out spankings when required." He swatted her bottom and he knew by the hiss that escaped her that there would be a fresh pool of heat between her legs. "How dare you!" she chastised, but he lifted her hips up and impaled her on his newly hardened erection.

I groaned impatiently, " Vincenzo..you...you..." He bent his head down to whisper in my ears, my ass stinging in pain, " Hmm? This is my way of torturing you, darling. You can't even complain to our dear grandpa, can you?" BASTARD!! I felt frustrated with him in anger. He was using his husband's rights and I could do nothing about it. I couldn't possibly say to Grandpa Michael that he had spanked me. Another whimper left my lips when he landed a second slap on my ass.