Husband Spanks Wife With Belt Novels & Stories

He runs a hand up the instead of one thigh and tsks, “Already so wet. Are you ready to be my dirty whore?” “Yes, Master...” “I’m going to do very dirty things to your body; I’m going to stretch you to the limit. Are you sure you are ready?” “Yes, Master, do your worst...” “Oh, I will, and then some.” A hard slap stings my right cheek as he brings his hand down unsuspectingly. He continues to deliver smack after smack beginning tonight’s playtime. He brings me to the edge and back multiple times just with the spanking, but it’s when he moves on to the belt that I almost come without permission.

I sobbed through tears. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked me. I shook my head. That’s right, I didn’t want him to stop, with every whip from his belt, it felt like I was seeing stars and I liked the feeling. “An answer from your pretty mouth will do,” he told me before his belt landed on my ass again. My legs shook violently. “I don’t… I don’t want you to stop” I stuttered. “Good! Now I will show you what happens when you talk back to your husband” I felt his hand caressing my hair. He moved his hand around my body until he reached the center of my buttocks which made me moan loudly.

When his fingers dipped into my dark hole, I stiffened, gripping the back of the couch. Chuckling, he patted my bottom before taking a step back. "Ten by each of us for your serious infractions." "Yes...sir." I knew the spankings from before would be nothing in comparison to this. I gritted my teeth, the anticipation keeping me on edge. I heard the whooshing sound of the belt, and the hard cracking of his wrist a split second before the belt smacked against my bottom. The force was incredible, pushing me against the couch.

As soon as he walked through the arched entryway to the living room, his wife grabbed him by the shirt with both hands and turned him to face her and quickly pressed her lips roughly against his. "Mmmmm!" said Brendan into his wife's mouth. Their lips separated with a loud smacking sound. "Babe!" said Brendan with a laugh. "You scared the shit out of me! Holy shit! Why the fuck are you naked? Are the boys home?" he said as he looked down at her fully nude, voluptuous body. "Shut the fuck up and take your fucking clothes off." she said. She got down on her knees in front of her husband and got to work unbuckling his belt. Brendan laughed out loud.

I moaned. "That's right baby," he cooed. "Keep rubbing your slut button. I've never had a white girl who didn't love getting spanked. I'm going to spank you until you can bury my cock inside of you." Then he spoke to Richard again. "Your wife is a hot piece of ass. She's definitely going to cum before I'm balls deep. I bet you have a lot of fun with her."

"Do you think I'll be fooled? Today, I'm not just going to spank you; I will spank you heavily! What did I tell you before I left? You're not allowed to look at others. How many times have you looked?" Hearing this, Renee trembled in her heart. Gosh, this time Dante had made up his mind. It seemed that he really wanted to spank her hard. Would her ass survive from this? It would definitely turn into a braised pig buttock! It seemed that she had to play the trump card. Seeing that his hand was about to fall, Renee shouted, "Husband!" "Excuse me?" Dante stopped immediately and looked at her in shock, suspecting that he had misheard.

"I bring my sick wife a doctor and the moment I leave you two alone, you get all touchy with each other in the name of this bullshit of an excuse!" "You never brought her for me," I shout and stand, pointing a finger at him. "I saw you two together," I close my eyes briefly to let the images pass, "all cosy and touchy with each other." I straighten up and smile. "So, I did what I had to, I took my only chance." "Bullshit. That's a whore's excuse," he growls out and my palm connects with his cheek the moment that word leaves his lips. Brandon's head swings to one side at the impact of the slap, my hand goes to cover my mouth and his jaw tenses. I just slapped my husband. I slapped Brandon. My

“Thank god. He was so sweet at first. Then he walked into the dressing room, I could have sworn the man was vibrating with rage, but from the look of you I can see it was lust.” Blushing, I shake my head. “No, you had it right the first time. It was rage.” Her eyes run over me. “Ah, he’s one of those.” She sighs. “My husband is the same. Kind of a daddy dom. Spanking, punishment, using you, leaving you gasping for air when you’re bad. But when you’re a good girl he takes care of everything you could possibly need or want—even things you don’t think of yourself. Then he also makes you come so hard you see stars.”

It didn't hurt her a lot, but that belt did graze against her subtle skin, which his gaze failed to catch. “That’s your fucking punishment. We could have done it like a normal couple, but no. You have chosen to run away from your husband, and then you called him a criminal in front of cops, and not only this….” He gripped her chin, while pushing his head down in her direction. “You were planning on keeping him locked behind the bars forever, and you also dared trying to slap your husband during our very first wedding night, so….” He lightly brushed his lips against hers, making her recoil under him.

He paused and I pulled him back. "I don't care, I can get pills tomorrow morning" I replied and kissed him, he groaned inside my mouth and switched the belt dangling between us to the back of my neck. I think my husband might be kinky and I like it, he undoes the hook of my bra, and my firm breast jiggles as he smacks it. He pulled on the belt forcing me to fall back on the bed, I watched as he took out his huge pulsing dick and started rubbing the tip while watching me.