Novel & Cerita Husband Wants To Spank Me

“Oh fuck, baby… yes…” Marcus spanked him again, harder this time. And again. His palm left red marks on Elias’s pale skin. Each spank was firm and deliberate. This was as far as Marcus could show his anger without saying the words. He was punishing his husband for touching me, for enjoying it so openly, for making him watch. Elias loved it. He moaned sexily and pushed his ass back for more. “Spank me harder, Marcus. Fuck… I love when you get like this.”

"NO! Like a rebellious slut! I believe that rebellion isn't OK in our relationship and I will do whatever I can devise in order to prevent it. If we discover that we enjoy some types of punishments we will devise ways for you to let me know that you need to be punished." "You think I might like being spanked?" "I don't know. How long has it been since someone spanked your bare ass?" "I was five or six." "That doesn't count. If you disobey me we may just have to find out how you react to spanking. There are lots of other ways that someone could be punished besides spanking." "Have you punished other women?" "Years ago I was dating a woman who seemed to want to be in a bit of pain to heighten

"Be careful, honey or I might as well spank you bare-assed." "No. Please, don't." "Then, stay in position." I closed my eyes and dug my fingers on the floor, arching my back as he brought his hand several times, the sting turning into anguish. I closed my eyes as the punishment continued, smacking my upper thighs several times, the sound lingering in my ears. "Obedience. My dear stubborn wife. One day, you'll learn." He said and issued six more in rapid succession.

I cupped her cheek in one hand and finally gave in to the urge to wrap her long hair around my other, tilting her head back for a kiss. “Are you going to behave?” I said some moments later. “No fucking way.” At that response, I threw her over my shoulder and carried her to the bed. She squealed in surprise, and then when I tossed her onto the bed and pulled her nightgown up to spank her, she squealed again. “You’re in a mood!” She squeaked-giggled when I spanked the other cheek. “I’m showing my wife that she needs to submit to her husband.”

Again he could hear that hint of a barely there laugh. Cedric tugged her body over his and cupped her bottom, clenching one cheek. "If we're speaking of punishments, my lovely wife, then I'll be happy to dole out spankings when required." He swatted her bottom and he knew by the hiss that escaped her that there would be a fresh pool of heat between her legs. "How dare you!" she chastised, but he lifted her hips up and impaled her on his newly hardened erection.

, she said, finally pulling herself out of her reverie. “That we shouldn’t consummate our marriage?”, he asked, his smirk broadening. “Yeah”, she answered. “It doesn’t mean you can’t be punished for disobedience”, he said and in the blink of an eye, she was on his shoulder and his hands were on her bottom. ‘Whack!’ she felt a spank and let out a yelp because she wasn’t expecting it but the second time he spanked her, she couldn’t help but let out a moan.

Realizing there would be no courtesy in my husband, I began to work my tongue in and around his toes sucking on them, only the thought of how turned on I was allowing me to get through this filthy act. The taste and smell really weren’t that bad, but my lifelong idea that feet were the dirtiest part of a person was making me extremely nauseous. As I moved to the bottoms, I could feel every wrinkle on them as my tongue swept over them. I looked up at him and could tell that he was thoroughly enjoying the sensations and the power he had over me. I tried to finish as quickly as possible without missing any parts, hopeful that this would be the only thing I had to do before he wanted to fuck me.

“What the fuck is your problem?” “Do I look like one of your whores you order around?” I ask him. He lifts me off the bed. He pushes me down on the bed on my stomach. When I try to get back up, he pushes me. “A bad wife needs to be punished, doesn’t she?” he asks. “Damien if you don’t get the fuck off me…” I warn him. {SPANK} The mother fucker spanked me. He actually spanked me. “Get ready baby…” he says seconds before he slams into me.

Pauline studied him for a moment before saying, “Yes.” Aiden was furious. He didn’t know whether he should spank her himself -since he was her future husband and therefore had that right- or if he should drag her before her parents to suffer the consequences of her behavior. Of course, that would mean he’d have to admit to his willing participation in her little plan. He seethed inside while she proceeded to toss insults at him while finishing adjusting her attire. He could finally stand no more. He had to do something to teach her a lesson.

After the spanking, it wasn't but a minute or two, before she was shuddering; her pussy clenched tight around my cock, and I slowed my thrusts, fucking her through it. Once it subsided, she relaxed some, and exhaled. Pete was jacking his dick and grinning, "Jeez that was fast...somebody's horny." She nodded, "Yeah...guess I am." I smiled and kissed her, whispering, "Now...I want you to ride it for us...ride it for me and that sexy ass husband, over there."