Husband Spanks Wife With Belt Novels & Stories

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.

I was pissed when he called me a whore. "What did you just call me?" "Strip" he growls as he tears my clothes into shreds. "This is what you get for getting married to me" he utters as he unbuckles his belt. I didn't exactly know what was on his mind. I was scared wondering what the monster had on his mind, "I'm going to punish you for accepting to be my wife" he growls holding his belt in his hands, he whipped me so hard until my body was limp.

he said in anger but Kaira is still not ready to give up. He rushed to her like a lion but before he get to where she is she quickly dough him to the other side of the bed. He groan and curse after much attempt to get her but all to no vail then suddenly he removed a belt from his wardrobe with anger and annoyance boiling in his eyes. "On your knees" he commanded in a husk voice folding the belt in a position to flog her. Kaira was speeches she never expected this from her husband is he really serious to beat her now she question not believing her eyes. Although she was scared but she got this courage not to give up because of a whip

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.

Damn, she thought as she reached for her husband who was studying a file, and glanced at her with a frown. “Tristan, I think I messed up, ‘she sighed as she crawled across and climbed onto his lap, tugging off her nightdress as she saw the impatience in her lover’s eyes at having been kept waiting before his head swooped down to kiss her in a commanding manner. ‘Baby, I think a spanking is in order then,’ said Tristan in a silky voice as he pushed her onto the bed and stood up, stroking his large c*ck in anticipation of the punishment he was about to administer to his wife’s pale a*s.

I replied and he chuckled hard. I’m his wife, right? But as silly and weird as it sounds, I wanted to have a taste of what his real sl*ut was enjoying. Maybe that would help me understand what’s so special about their bond and relationship. “But you’re not my sl*ut, you’re my wife…” he whispered against my skin. “For this morning, I am…” I replied and, without saying a word, he spanked me hard again, sending a sting of sweet pain through my body.

Bill spun her away from him, so she'd stop trying to figure him out and bent her over the desk. He was in charge. Manipulating her body to do his bidding. So why did he feel naked in front of a crowd with his dick in his hand? “My fucking wife. Mine," he growled through gritted teeth, holding onto his sanity by a thread. He kicked her feet wide. His palm cracked across her ass, once, twice, three times, turning the skin hot and pink. Images of Dean touching her taunted him. The spanking continued. "Stop being such a fucking asshole," she grunted, but his stinging touch felt like her oxygen.