Novel & Cerita Husband Spanks Wife With Belt

He yelled, showing dislike. He chortled then looked at his face. “Of course you don't need a wife but Miguel needs a mother. Someone that will take care of him not some stupid babysitter. I don't care about your opinion, my decision is final. We're going over to their place tomorrow and you have behaved yourself, Richard.” Bryant announced hostilely. “And one more thing, she's kind of your woman. After the marriage I'm pretty sure you'll be serious with your life and stop fucking around.” He pivoted to the stairs, he ascended the stairs heading back to his room.

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

"Stop! Please stop. No matter what, he's still my husband." Her words only made things worse, and they pelted me with bottles even harder. James saw her trying to protect me and grew even more vicious with the bottles. He was the one who shouted, "He's an animal! Don't pity him, Hazel!" Court security quickly restrained those who had lost control. When the crowd finally settled, I was lying on the floor, my body twitching. "Dear, are you alright?" Hazel kneeled beside me, pressing her hands against my chest, shaking me desperately. "Please be okay! I'll agree to the divorce, alright? Your well-being is all that matters!"

Ida said. Vanna anger grew no bond as she stood up, and dished out a slap on Ida's face, earning a surprised reaction from the people around as all phones went up. "You are bitch for fvcking around with my husband. Did you fvck him well?? Are you now after married men huh?

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

He spins me again, bends me over the toilet lid, and drives back in from behind. No mercy now. He fucks me like he’s trying to punish me for almost getting caught, hips slamming, hand fisted in my hair, the other spanking my ass raw. Every thrust forces a choked sob from my throat. “Take it,” he hisses. “Take your father-in-law’s cock while your husband walks away like a fucking idiot.” I come again, harder than before, squirting so violently it splashes the toilet tank.

He hits firmly and precisely, without using full force, making the skin redden and sting. "Tell me what you did wrong," he asks in an authoritative voice. He spanks me again. I groan. "I should have told you what was going on." "Why should you tell me?" he asks. Another spank. "Because you're my husband," I answer between moans. "And we have no secrets." "Good," he says. Only then he stops spanking me. His hand slips between my buttocks. His fingers slip between my legs and soon discover my wetness.

I could feel the bulge beneath my ribs growing with every smack he gave me. “What the hell is wrong with you?” standing up. My ass stings, and I’m sure it’s as red as a tomato. I stared at my husband. I was angry that he was spanking me. I wanted to show him I was annoyed with the spanking, but fuck, the man looks like he just stepped out of a magazine with his thick black hair that falls in his eyes, abs that make me want to run my fingers down, and those V muscles that lead to something I desperately want to feel inside me. Just looking at him makes me wet. Unknowingly, to me instead of fighting him for spanking me.

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.

"What's with the faithful-wife act today?" Edward had already been unhappy the night before. I absolutely couldn't make the same mistake twice. "Get off me! If my husband sees this, you're finished!" Wilson let out a scornful laugh. "Edward's at work. He won't be back before dark. You looked pretty happy yesterday, so let's just pick up where we left off." As he said that, he pushed his hand lower, trying to force his way between my legs. I clamped my legs shut and refused to let him go any further.