Husband Spanks Wife With Belt Novels & Stories

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

It was like her sexiness had stripped all of his cognitive thinking and left him with nothing but an instinctive urge to breed her and to unleash upon her curvaceous body the unbridled lust she awoke within him. And who can blame him for wanting that hot piece of ass when the MILF bent at the waist before him, sticking her big booty dangerously close to his raging hardon while retrieving her golden handbag. SPANK! "Ah!" Faith gasped out while she jumped up in the air, only to look over her shoulder at him with a 'come on and fuck me' expression on her pretty face. "Jordan... we've talked about this... I'm married... you can't keep spanking my big booty" Faith told him while she put the golde

And that just gave his wicked mind a reason to punish me. My body tensed when he grabbed both of my wrists and was tying them with his belt avoiding my squirms of pleading. "Please don't!" Hopelessly I begged. These restraints make me feel much more defenceless than I already am. He seeks pleasure from seeing me struggling against them and it sickens me even more. "I hate it when my whore of a wife talks back!" He gritted his words in anger. Pushing me on the bed, He attached the remaining of the belt with the bedpost above my head leaving me completely incapable and vulnerable beneath him.

Every word made her tighten around me. A small smile tugged at my lips. “My wife has a kink, I see.” Ian is going to love this side of her. So fucking much. I pulled out, my breath ragged. “Turn over.” She obeyed instantly, flipping onto her stomach, pulling her ass in the air. Her face pressed against the sheet, back arched perfectly for me. I spanked her ass hard. “My obedient little wife.” Fingers finding their way into her hole.

"There's nothing left between my husband and me. We're as good as divorced!" And yet, just this morning before she left, she had held me close and showered me with kisses. Now, to calm her young lover, she was denying three years of marriage to my face. Hudson shook her hand off, yelling, "No, I won't accept this! Not unless you divorce him right now!" "Okay, okay! I promise!" Annie blurted out. She cupped his face, frantically trying to soothe him. "I'll talk to him about a divorce right away. Just don't make a scene here, okay? Let's go home."

I held the belt from landing on her body dragging it from his hand as Maynard screamed in pain. "Did it hurt?" I smirked and pulled Malia up to her feet and her body rubbed against mine. "Stay the fuck out of what isn't your business! send her back to me, she is my wife" Maynard claimed "Shut the bloody fuck up you son of a bitch" I howled and lashed him with the belt "I won't send her back to you, you claim she's your wife and yet you've been abusing her domestically?"

It took him some seconds to process that Mark had carried him on his shoulder. “You, what are you doing?” Angelo began to; struggle because of the awkward position that; he was forced into- by Mark. “Put me down.” “No can do and please stop struggling,” Mark then spank the buttocks of his wife. “You pervert!” Angelo shouted as Mark had spanked him on his buttocks. “How dare you touch my butt. I’m going to sue you!” Mark then slapped the buttocks of his wife another time, “I told you to stop struggling. A wife that is disobedient needs to be punished.”

she pleaded but he wasn’t buying it. “You deserve it, if you don’t come to me in three seconds, I will double the spank,” he threatened her and it worked. Encha who knew that Keaton never jokes when it comes to his punishment quickly offered herself to the man. “Strip!” he commanded and she discarded her pajama top and bottom in less than two minutes leaving her in just her panties. Keaton smiled as he looked at his wife’s small body. The body was covered with his marks, as he loves to renew them whenever they try to fade away. Encha was put on his lap with her butt facing him.

"You disobeyed me, your husband, you disobeyed me in public. do you know what that means, princess?" "I don't care!" I raise my wavering voice, tears no longer leaking from my aching eyes. "Let me go!" He shakes his head as his hands reach down at the belt buckle on his jeans. My heart shrivels inside, full of fear as my eyes follow his fingers deftly pulling out his belt from around his hips. "What that means is, you have two strikes out, two strikes, one for disobeying me and two for disobeying me in public." He states grimly, as he reaches for me. "And now I'll whip your little áss till it turns black and blue."

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.