Husband Spanks Wife With Belt Novels & Stories

Not brutal, but hurting and pleasing. I yelp, another moan. Another smack. “This is for running away.” I twist my head to glare at him. “I ran because you’re a monster.” Then another Smack. “Monster? I’m your husband now. Act like it.” “Go to hell.” I say. He spanks again, harder, then soothes with a rub. He’s in between my widely opened legs and I feel him position himself, ready. “Fuck you,” I say, the bond pulling me unde as I crave this feeling.

His eyes came up to me and sheesh I think he saw me looking. He picked up his belt, coming closer to me and I fret. Was he finally resounding to me? My insides were almost jelly right now, excitement gushing through me that you’ll doubt it, if I told you I was crying, wailing and waiting for a response from my husband because I felt really bad. But he was a joker, he made me press myself to the wardrobe, his chest made contact with my breast and all he did was to drop the belt in the wardrobe.

Kissing her out of nowhere—what did he take her for? What she wouldn't admit, though, was the undeniable stirring in her heart. Christian fell silent for a moment. "Little spitfire!" he thought. "If I spoil my wife, I'll just have to put up with it," Christian thought. "But once we're married, I'll teach her a lesson! Yep, I'll strip her down, pin her under me, and spank her until she's teary-eyed and begging for mercy." Meanwhile, Julian was in a state of shock. "Good heavens, who dares to treat Mr. Blacksood like this? She must have a death wish," he thought.

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.

"I'd do anything to keep you safe and make you happy as long as it doesn't involve letting you go. I don't care what you think in that little mind of yours, but there's no option for you other than being my wife." Another spank. It was so painful that I caught my breath in a gasp, the immediate shock rushing through every cell in my body. I twisted around, kicking out with my shoes, trying to move away. He put one knee on my left thigh, pinning me even more tightly so that I couldn’t even wriggle, and the spank came down unforgivingly on my ass again and again. The sting spread across my ass cheeks, making them pound in severe pain.

That sounded awfully familiar… When she thought about it — wasn’t that exactly what he said the first time they did that? She was scared and wanted to stop, and the old fox coaxed her just like that… “…Then open it yourself,” Annabelle said. He was clearly as eager as she was — why insist on having her do it? “If a wife can’t even undo her husband’s belt, that’s a fail, no?” Annabelle stared at him blankly. Since when was unbuckling a man’s belt a requirement for being a good wife?

She gasped as he smacked her buttock, smirking at his action. "How dare you?? Don't ever do that again you pervert." She shouted at him embarrassed at his audacity. “Okay” she heard him say but gasped loudly as he again smacked her but making her hiss. "Husband!!! You are so bad! I am your wife?! How can you do this to me?! She shouted and tried to get off him. Tried but obviously failed. He was unfazed by her words and to teach her a lesson he entered the water with her still on his shoulder, dangling.

The sound of the metal buckle made me swallow, and I tightened my grip on the tie that was wrapped around my wrists. I shivered when he ran his hand across my ass, his voice soft as he said, “I don’t like using a belt on my partner because it can hurt and leave bruises.” I took a sharp intake of breath when he spanked me with his hand. “But you are a dirty little brat who doesn’t know how to be respectful. Calling me master and daddy instead of Sir like I asked you to. I know you are a brat and would enjoy the punishment if I spanked you with my hands, hm?” I didn’t have to agree. I knew he knew it, too.

He was also dressed to go out, he began to unbuckle his belt. A certain amount of rage filled me, shook me to my bones. Ready to fight him, I lunged with my own slap. "Are you stupid?! What animal did I get married to? For years I accepted and endured your abusiveness and domineering attitude! I'll take it no more, Philip Pillax! You hear me?! And if you dare hit me with that belt, I'll tear your face out and feed it to the birds!" He still came at me with the belt, I knew I was no match for him when it came to strength, he had the advantage of being a man...or a beast.

The stretch was sudden and sharp, my walls clenching around the intrusion. "Look at this greedy hole." He finger-fucked me with slow, punishing strokes. "You're dripping down my wrist, Mrs. Hawthorne. Your husband's wife. A married slut with my fingers knuckle-deep." "Please!” "Please what? Please stop?" He curled his fingers, finding that spot inside me, and my hips bucked. "Or please don't?" I couldn't answer. My mouth opened but only a guttural sound emerged. He stood back and unbuckled his belt. The clink of metal. The hiss of a zipper. His trousers dropped, and his cock freed sprang upward and slapped against his belly.