Husband Spanks Me Novels & Stories

I pulled two of his buttons, then shoved my hands on his chest. His lips tasted divine, but I guess he didn’t find mine as alluring. He pulled away immediately, then pulled me by my knees so I was suspended on his shoulders, then he spanked my ass. “Don’t do that in public,” he spanked me again as he took me out of the bar and then into a car. All throughout the car ride, I laid on his thighs, saying everything that came to mind. “I miss mom; what if that prick of a husband does something to her again?” I said.

“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.

"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.

She threw herself at him, hysterical, hitting him with fury and pain. He held her arms and looked at her sadly. “Jimena…” His eyes filled with tears, but they didn’t fall. “I couldn’t help it, I’m very attracted to her, I’m sorry.” Jimena breathed with difficulty; hearing those words from her husband’s mouth was excruciating. She released his hand and slapped him with all her rage, then curled up on the bed, sobbing with all her might.

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

This man cannot be saying this, he is literally trying to gaslight me into thinking that how good he is, but I am the one who is not appreciating his efforts "And spanking isn't even that big of a deal." He shrugged. Like it isn't a big deal to force your wife to strip down her pants in front of so many men twice her age and turn her bare bottom deep red and purple. Like it's not a big deal to humiliate your wife in front of the whole family and secretly record her humiliation. It infuriates me that he thinks it's not a big deal. Then what is a big deal? Killing your wife? Finally ending her life! Because I sure am ready to die.