Husband Spanks Me Novels & Stories

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.

“Open up, slut.” She obeyed instantly, sucking him in while Tobias hammered her from behind. Drool and muffled cries mixed as she rocked between them. Darius leaned close to me, his smirk sharp. “Look at her. This is who your wife really is.” I looked. I couldn’t not. Marina’s body shook as she took both ends, spit dripping down her chin, her ass red and raw from spanking. The men switched again, each one taking his turn inside her ass. Every time one pulled out, another rolled on a condom and slid in, forcing her to stretch wider, her body jerking under them.

I cupped her cheek in one hand and finally gave in to the urge to wrap her long hair around my other, tilting her head back for a kiss. “Are you going to behave?” I said some moments later. “No fucking way.” At that response, I threw her over my shoulder and carried her to the bed. She squealed in surprise, and then when I tossed her onto the bed and pulled her nightgown up to spank her, she squealed again. “You’re in a mood!” She squeaked-giggled when I spanked the other cheek. “I’m showing my wife that she needs to submit to her husband.”

I stated the obvious "You are not allowed to forget that you are my wife, even when you are unconscious. The only name that you are going to moan, day and night is only mine." He grabbed my butt with his large palm as if he owned it. "I will take care of that from now on, but for now, let me go, please." I wanted to get free from this grip as soon as possible because the thing he was doing was painful and humiliating at the same time. I am not a kid; he would spank me. When I thought that he would Now listen to me, I heard him clicking his tongue against his cheek. "I can't let this thing go unpunished!"

My all attention was on one man, and that’s my husband, right now who is punishing me for teasing him. Whatever it is, I need him now. I can’t wait any longer. Hasn’t he punished me enough? After all, he knew I was just teasing him. “Just fuck me, Steve,” I demand, glancing at him over my shoulder. A smirk spreads across his face, which isn’t good for me. “Seriously, you think I’ll listen to you after what you did today?” He asks, rubbing my clit with his thumbs agonisingly slow. As I grind myself against his hand, he tugs at my hair, pulling my head back. “Stay still if you don’t want me to spank your little pussy this time.”

He spins me again, bends me over the toilet lid, and drives back in from behind. No mercy now. He fucks me like he’s trying to punish me for almost getting caught, hips slamming, hand fisted in my hair, the other spanking my ass raw. Every thrust forces a choked sob from my throat. “Take it,” he hisses. “Take your father-in-law’s cock while your husband walks away like a fucking idiot.” I come again, harder than before, squirting so violently it splashes the toilet tank.

His breath was low in my ear. “You see, my dear wife,” he whispered darkly, “this is what happens when you let a man think he has a chance.” And then he spanked me once. I gasped, turning slightly. “Killian, what are you doing?” “Don’t talk while I talk,” he growled, spanking me again. Once. Twice. Three times. “Killian, what the hell is wrong with you?” I managed to say, but the heat had already started pooling at the pit of my stomach.

He grabs my hips and pulls my ass up in the air and slams back into me from behind without warning. The angle is devastating. His cock hitting a different spot, deeper, and sharper. He spanks me, and the crack rings in the air. The sting blooms and races to my clit. "Yes!" I moan. "Again. Harder!" "You like being spanked in your home," he says, slapping my ass again. "While your husband is on a business trip?" "I love it," I cry out pathetically. "I love every second of it. Spank me again, Tyler."

He pulled out suddenly, breathing hard. “Up,” he said. He led me to the padded bench, bent me over it, and secured my wrists in soft leather cuffs. My ass was raised, completely exposed. He spread my legs wider, then stepped back to admire me. “Beautiful,” he murmured. He ran his hand over my ass, then spanked me sharply. I gasped at the sting, my pussy clenching. “You like that?” he asked, spanking me again, harder. “Your husband’s rival spanking your pretty ass while you drip for him.”

As my pussy collided with my husband's sac, I struck a hand against Trisha's cheek, making her moan softly. She glanced over her shoulders, “Do it again. I need it please,” she pleaded and I swung my hand against her cheek again, gasping at the thick crown pushing and pulling out of me. My husband took the cue and started spanking me as well, making my core clenched tighter around him and the feeling of his veiny cock finding way through my tight core at every thrust made me groan in pleasure. “Let me feel Trisha's cunt on my cock, babe, come sit on my face,” My husband said and we swiftly made the exchange.