Husband Spanks Me Novels & Stories

He hits firmly and precisely, without using full force, making the skin redden and sting. "Tell me what you did wrong," he asks in an authoritative voice. He spanks me again. I groan. "I should have told you what was going on." "Why should you tell me?" he asks. Another spank. "Because you're my husband," I answer between moans. "And we have no secrets." "Good," he says. Only then he stops spanking me. His hand slips between my buttocks. His fingers slip between my legs and soon discover my wetness.

"On your knees. Bent over my desk. Taking every inch of my cock like a good little slut." Another spank, harder this time. I cry out, my pussy clenching around him. "Your husband is never going to fuck you like this, is he? Never going to make you scream. Never going to ruin this cunt the way I'm going to ruin it." "No — never — you're so much better—"

"Be careful, honey or I might as well spank you bare-assed." "No. Please, don't." "Then, stay in position." I closed my eyes and dug my fingers on the floor, arching my back as he brought his hand several times, the sting turning into anguish. I closed my eyes as the punishment continued, smacking my upper thighs several times, the sound lingering in my ears. "Obedience. My dear stubborn wife. One day, you'll learn." He said and issued six more in rapid succession.

“I’ve wanted to bend you over since my first day here. Every time you came to visit him in those tight dresses, I imagined ripping them off and filling this married pussy.” He suddenly pulled out, spun her around, and bent her over the desk again. He slammed back inside her from behind, gripping her hips as he railed her with deep, brutal strokes. “Fuck— this view is perfect,” he groaned, watching her ass jiggle with every thrust. “Your husband probably fucks you like a gentleman. I’m gonna fuck you like the slut you are.” He spanked her ass hard, leaving red handprints, then reached around to rub her clit again.

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life.

“What the fuck is your problem?” “Do I look like one of your whores you order around?” I ask him. He lifts me off the bed. He pushes me down on the bed on my stomach. When I try to get back up, he pushes me. “A bad wife needs to be punished, doesn’t she?” he asks. “Damien if you don’t get the fuck off me…” I warn him. {SPANK} The mother fucker spanked me. He actually spanked me. “Get ready baby…” he says seconds before he slams into me.

“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

“So easy to get you to this state, Merina. You need to build up a resistance so you can feel the full height of your sexual pleasure. Please sit down like a good girl. Conner moved her from his lap and dropped her on the seat beside him. She felt the cool leather against her stinging backside and gasped again. For a moment, she saw his smile before the scowl returned. “You’re a fucking tease, Conner O’Keefe. How dare you spank me like I was a child?” “I didn’t spank you like a child, Merina. I spanked you like the brat you are. You know I wouldn’t finger a child, but I would finger a brat until she’s ready to come to teach her that if she wants satisfaction and happiness, then she pleases me

I chuckled coldly and replied, "Even if I have lost my mind, I was driven to it by you two adulterers. Anna, are you so eager to have me thrown out because you're feeling guilty?" Hearing this, she just stared at me for a long moment before suddenly letting out a light laugh. Then, she took the microphone from the emcee and spoke loudly to the audience below the stage. "I'm sorry, everyone, this is my husband. He has developed a severe case of delusional disorder due to the thesis plagiarism incident. Mr. Tanner is aware of his condition, which is why he was suspended and sent home to rest." Mr. Tanner immediately chimed in, "That's right. I've seen Mr. Huffman's medical records. It's clear

He pounded into me non-stop, tirelessly fucking his wife like an award waited afterwards. “Give me that pussy, baby..” he purred, spanking my ass every four strokes and grabbing my butt. “Bounce that ass back, baby..” His words alone were an aphrodisiac, so I pushed back on his cock, and he growled excitedly. “Oh fuck your dick.. Yes, Ikkohafina, just like that!” he praised because I was hitting that cock hard now. “Hmmm, baby..” I moaned, because he was so hard and it only increased the pleasure.