Husband Spanks Wife With Belt Novels & Stories

I will not be your wife again. I screamed as he gave me a hard tug, forcing me over his knee, then he threw my evening dress over my head and spanked me hard. It was not the sexy teasing spanking he had given me occasionally when we were married; it was a punishment, and it fucking hurt. For a brief minute I was frozen in shock, and then my anger exploded. I fought tooth and nail, screaming as he beat me; it was no use; he held me down easily. When he had finished, he allowed me to sit back up, and I instantly pulled myself as far away from him as I could. I was trembling all over, but not with fear as Killian thought. 'I warned you, little wife. Defy me, and you will be punished. I expect t

“I am his wife you fucker “, I took fistful of her hairs and shoved her down off him. I bent down yanking her hand around her back and punched her in the ribs. “How dare you even think to touch my husband , who the fuck are you tell me ..? Who sent you here to spoil his life ?? Come on spill bitch “, I slapped her many times but she didn’t open her lips. She was calmly bearing the pain but not willing to open her mouth. I pushed her to the wall and held her neck tightly. “See you don’t know what I am capable of when it comes to my love ..just spill it already otherwise I will skin you alive “, I roared on her face.

“Sit back and watch.” Hana wasn’t sure she could sit still, but she obeyed him. Tucking pillows behind her back, she watched her fiance remove his belt with one hand. The action made her so hot she fanned herself with one hand. He rolled the belt around his hand. She didn’t know what possessed her as she turned around to grab the headboard. He spanked her once. She wanted him to do it again, but with the belt. Looking over her shoulder, she said, “Kyle.”

His warning sends a direct twitch between my thighs. Fuck! I really want him to do that with me. Bound naked in the bathtub and completely at the mercy of my husband, it’s a turn-on. He spanks me again, asking, “Will you tease your husband again?” “Yes, I’ll.” I deliberately close my legs and respond, moaning. “You know, husband, how much I love to tease you.” I wink at him over my shoulder. “I think,” he says, stepping out of the bathtub. “I have to tie you up.”

Fine, I will take 5 strikes; it's easier than 10 with the belt. I see him grin at my answer. Shit, I think I made the wrong choice. At this moment, I'm too afraid to see what kind of paddle it is, so I keep my gaze down. I hear Dominic take a paddle from the shelves. I prepare myself to be spanked. "Count it, little wife! If you forget, I will sum up the strikes." Swoosh. The only sound I hear before I scream from the impact. Fuck...!!!!! It's so fucking hurt...!! He did it with full-force energy. He is so cruel!

"That man might have more money and power than me but he won't love you and provide for you like I do!" Whore. Slut. Cunt. Bitch. Words like that keep falling from my husband's mouth paired with strong blows from his belt. Pain engulfs my body heavily, no part remains untouched by the belt, and after a while numbness reaches my senses, and emotions and I give up the screaming and crying—instead, I lay there lifeless, like I always do. Far too distraught and tired, nothing leaves my mouth as I'm dragged by the hair to the large sofa right in the middle of the living room and my clothes are torn from my body.

The husband and wife fought each other. It ended with Hunter being beaten to the ground with a heavily bruised face. After hitting Hunter, Belinda sat before the table while panting. She pointed at him and scolded, “How dare you slam my table? No one has dared to do that to me my entire life!”

Max folded the belt in half and pulled it taut, making that awful whipping sound that always meant you were getting punished. Celine swallowed the lump in her throat as she looked at her husband’s face. ‘What are you doing with that belt?’ she asked nervously. ‘Before I tell you what this is for. I want you to strip,’ he said while leering at her body, pulling at the belt again. ‘Everything?’ she asked while she slid the sleeves of her dress down her arms, exposing her naked breasts. ‘No bra, I see. No wonder I could see your perky nipples through your dress earlier. There’s punishment for that.’

she said. "Don't call me by my name, wife," he breathed. "No, don't...!" Another hard slap landed on her cheek ass. "What did I tell you?" "Hubby..." she cried. "Hubby, what?" "Y-Yes... Yes, hubby..." she choked on her own breath. He slapped her ass one more time before he gently caressed it to soothe the pain. "So submissive, I like it." He held her hair through his fingers and pulled her up to her knees, her back was pressing against his chest. "I'll spank you again and again if you try to disobey me, am I understood, kukla?" (doll)

She demands in a low tone of voice that made her even scarier than the expression on her face. John removes the belt from his pants and gives it to his wife’s opened hand and steps aside with his hands up. Bethany grabs both ends of the leathery black belt and pulls it harshly, creating a loud intimidating slap sound. Then she storms out of the kitchen and after him with John right behind her, yelling out to Jackson that he was really in for it now.