Novel & Cerita Husband Spanks Wife With Belt

The man kissed her. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I miss you.. a lot!" he whispered between their kisses. He pulled her by the shoulder and turned her back. She was slumped on the sofa with her knees bent. He was holding the belt tied to her hand. Mixed with excitement, he suddenly entered her and thrust in and out rudely. She could only grunt in response. "Aaah... aaah.. please faster," she requested her husband. "As you wish," he held her hip after removing the belt from her hand.

I didn’t feel like myself, I just wanted to rest, but- “Fucking stay put!” he said coldly, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulled down my skirt…his breath hot against my neck… He bit my shoulders as he took off his belt, the metal clinking against each other….he pulled off the belt, wrapped it into two and whipped me on my behind. I cried out, whimpering as I buried my face in my palms… “That’s what you get for being a bad little wife…” he whispered hoarsely as he took off his boxers.

The two of them continues to laugh, leaving me in to try and breathe properly even though my patience has reached its limit. ''Imagine her screaming my name as I fuck her deep and hard or how she would cry out for me to go faster and faster just so that she can feel the fucking pleasure,'' He continues as he leans closer and closer towards my face. ''Then, I'd shove her face down onto the fucking bed just to spank her hard so that she wouldn't be able to sit properly the next day. Man, your wife is giving me all these fucking urges.'' He chuckles. Just like that, my patience has somehow gone off the roof as I push myself away from the man's grasps before punching straight onto his face; cont

“ I want you to call me yours only each time I spank you. Do you understand?” “Yes Master.” Her obedience fueled me. I kissed her shoulder, then her neck, and then stepped back. I let the belt uncoil slowly from my hand, letting the air whisper with the threat of it. The first spank landed soft on her ass. A teasing reminder. She gasped. “You’re only mine.” Spank! “You’re….. only mine.” Spank!! “Youre… only…. Minee..” With each flick of the belt, I watched her ass vibrate, a flash of red blooming. She kept gasped in hurt and arousal mixing together as she kept calling me hers only.

I had adored it. I raised my ass towards him, wanting him to spank me with the belt. I trusted him. I trusted Ethan. My husband. I smiled and groaned into the sheets when the first smack resonated through the room, my skin burning and itching with pain. After a few seconds, Ethan spanked my other cheek, my body shuddering, rocking with the sharp hit. “Breathe, Bella,” he whispered softly, rubbing his palm over my scorched skin. My fingers tightened over the sheets when he pulled away, delivering four spanks on alternative cheeks. Tears were blurring my vision when I cried out his name. I heard the thud of belt falling on the floor as Ethan stepped towards me, holding my neck and soothing the

“You pretend to be such a good wife, but you’re just a cum-hungry whore who spreads her legs for anyone. Now you’re my personal pussy eater.” I came hard on her face, flooding her mouth. But I wasn’t done. I made her lie on her back on the coffee table and sat on her face, riding her tongue while I pinched and twisted her nipples sadistically. She moaned in pain but kept licking. I used a belt from the closet, spanking her tits and thighs while she ate me. Red welts formed on her skin. “This is what happens to cheating wives who get caught. You belong to me now.”

His voice was low, stern, no room for challenging. Beryl huffed, shaking her head, muttering about how no one ever listens to her as she wandered off. Feeling smug, Belle started to head to their room before she felt a sharp smack on her backside. “Hey!” she scolded her husband, who didn’t seem the tiniest bit concerned by her over menacing glare. “Do that again and I’ll snap that hand right off your wrist.” “Behave,” he told her. “Stop winding up my grandmother. Or I’ll spank that ass until its raw.”

“Argh!” I was instantly frightened and infuriated, the blood rushing through my head almost driving me crazy. It took me a moment to get myself back, and stop the illusion of spinning stars hovering my head. “What the fuck Wilson? Why did you spank my ass twice??!!” I shouted at him, rubbing my ass to soothe the pain. His face beamed widely in an evil way and I sensed that something was fishy. “The first spank was punishment for marrying another man and the second one is a message to your husband.”

“This married pussy is so much tighter than I imagined. Your husband has no idea how to fuck you properly, does he?” He started pounding me hard — deep, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and my moans turn into broken cries. Every thrust slammed against my cervix. The wet, filthy sound of his heavy balls slapping my soaked pussy filled the room. “Tell me,” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Tell me how much better my cock feels than your husband’s.” “So much better,” I sobbed with pleasure. “Your cock is ruining me— I can’t go back to him after this—”

“I am going to have some fun with you both, I need to keep myself entertained until I get my wife back. Then the two of you will have an extra friend to play with. I will need to be tougher to her though as she needs to be taught a lesson for staying away and fucking my enemy” I stood up and removed my belt, I used it to bind her hands together behind her back. She tried to fight me, and I grinned at her as I slapped her across the face. She looked at me in shock and tears started to fall down her cheeks. I guess her husband was never rough with her, that was good for me. I could teach her all about pain and pleasure. I pulled her by the chain and pushed her face down on the table. “Pussy or