Husband Spanks Me Novels & Stories

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.

I moaned. "That's right baby," he cooed. "Keep rubbing your slut button. I've never had a white girl who didn't love getting spanked. I'm going to spank you until you can bury my cock inside of you." Then he spoke to Richard again. "Your wife is a hot piece of ass. She's definitely going to cum before I'm balls deep. I bet you have a lot of fun with her."

“Please… spank me harder.” He laughed, low and cruel. “Listen to you. Begging to be punished like a desperate little cumdump.” His palm came down again — harder — on the same spot, then the left cheek, then back again in a rapid, punishing rhythm. Each loud smack left bright red handprints blooming across her pale ass. “Your husband ever spank you like this? No? Of course not. He probably treats you like a delicate little princess. But you’re not a princess, are you? You’re just a cock-hungry slut who climbed balconies for stranger dick.” “Yes!” Elena sobbed, pushing her ass back into every brutal slap. The pain mixed with pleasure until she couldn’t tell them apart. Her pussy throbbed, leak

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.

My jaw clenched as I growled, “You’re admitting you crushed Aurora’s hand? How dare you!” Before she could answer, I lifted the hammer and brought it down, shattering all ten of Lina’s fingers, followed by all ten of her toes. From that moment on, she would be a cripple. After I finished, I dropped the hammer and looked down at the mangled, unrecognizable Lina. My voice was icy. “She likes the punishment room, doesn’t she? Lock her inside and electric-shock her every day, but keep her alive. I want her to suffer exactly the way Aurora suffered.”

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.

“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

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.