Husband Wants To Spank Me Novels & Stories

she cries out, her face scowling and forming ugly lines. Mad that my wife wouldn't listen, I pull her over my knees and spank her ten times, the next stroke tougher than the previous one. "Ouch! That stinks," she cries out. "Do you want me to use a hairbrush next?" I wonder out loud and she snickers, refusing. "Good. Now, I need you to relax because you are growing a baby in you. That is big job for my baby girl, can you do that for daddy?" I bait her.

He says and I look at him confused. But I did as he said. When my nipple touches the cold desk, I again gasp. What is he going to do? He comes forward and pulls my skirt to my waist and makes me hold them. “I am going to spank you and you are going to count.” He says and I become tense. Why he is going to spank me? What did I do wrong? I try to get up, but he places his hand on my back and makes me bend to the desk.

“Yes. Fuck your wife’s pussy. Destroy this pussy!” And he did exactly that. I loved telling him how much his pussy loved him by giving Kegel hugs. Embracing his large erection in a warm embrace and receiving brutal spanks in return. When he didn’t spank me, I spanked myself to remind him to do so. Even I found out I spanked myself harder than he spanked me. We both loved to fuck my insides. With my hands, I massage my love canal and with his boner – he does justice to his pussy.

“You need heat for your back and ice for your ass.” “Romantic,” I grinned, cheeks still pink. “You’re such a gentleman.” “I fucked my wife through a mirror last night until she cried blood,” he deadpanned. “I think we’re past ‘gentleman.’” I blushed, biting back a laugh. “Okay, fine. My sadistic caveman husband.” “I’ll be right back, sunshine,” he said. “Don’t move or I swear to God, I’ll spank you on the other side.”

As my pussy collided with my husband's sac, I struck a hand against Trisha's cheek, making her moan softly. She glanced over her shoulders, “Do it again. I need it please,” she pleaded and I swung my hand against her cheek again, gasping at the thick crown pushing and pulling out of me. My husband took the cue and started spanking me as well, making my core clenched tighter around him and the feeling of his veiny cock finding way through my tight core at every thrust made me groan in pleasure. “Let me feel Trisha's cunt on my cock, babe, come sit on my face,” My husband said and we swiftly made the exchange.

“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.”

I stated the obvious "You are not allowed to forget that you are my wife, even when you are unconscious. The only name that you are going to moan, day and night is only mine." He grabbed my butt with his large palm as if he owned it. "I will take care of that from now on, but for now, let me go, please." I wanted to get free from this grip as soon as possible because the thing he was doing was painful and humiliating at the same time. I am not a kid; he would spank me. When I thought that he would Now listen to me, I heard him clicking his tongue against his cheek. "I can't let this thing go unpunished!"

My wife is a freak, she loved my dirty talks and it’s about to make me implode inside of her. On my way to this safehouse I had just one intention spanking and punishing her for the stupid stunt she pulled by running off, she should know better than to try and run from me. A pakhan like me knows where to find just about anybody. Let alone my runaway new bride! I hadn't intended to claim her but fuck I couldn't hold back and now I was about the blow my shit out like a teenage boy who just fucked his first girl. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull us away from the wall. Still inside her, with her body tight against mine, her legs around my waist, I can feel every shudder, every tensing muscle.

He said. “How?” I asked, unable to help myself. I wanted to hear him say it to hear what he was going to do to me. “I’m to cuff you to my bed. Have you all stretched out and on display for me.” Spencer dragged his thumb over my lower lip, trailing it down the side of my neck as he spoke. “Then I’m going to spank you for disobeying me.” “Spank me?”

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"