Novel & Cerita Husband Wants To Spank Me

There was no need to aggravate him by being more disobedient. “I’ll give you a choice this time for disobeying me. You will either accept to stay three days without a single touch from me. Or you bend over the desk and let me spank you like the little brat you are. Just ten strikes, but let me warn you, I won’t go easy on you. It’s supposed to be punishment, and I will spank you with that in mind, not your pleasure.” He said to me, “Which do you choose?”

"I want to fuck you like the slut you really are." I arched my back, pushing back against him as he pounded me. "Yes, like that. Harder, Victor. Don’t be gentle with me." He spanked my ass hard, the sound sharp in the luxurious suite. "You’re going to go back out there with my handprints on your ass and my cum dripping down your thighs. Tell me you want that." "I want it," I whimpered, pushing back faster. "I want to dance with my husband while I’m full of you."

My voice broke off. I can’t believe that I am spelling this as if I were talking to a child. “Having a fucking threesome isn’t going to fix a marriage…” “We have to try something,” he said, cutting me off. Was he hearing himself? Did he see how he sounded like a freaking hormonal teenager? “Therapy! Have you thought about that?” “Why talk when we could be using our mouths to do something far more interesting?” he grinned, walking closer to where I stood. I didn’t think it through. My hand raised, fast, angry as I slapped him across the face. Hard. The sound that echoed between us was the sound of the slap, the ringing that came from actually realising that he had been hurt.

My voice came out all breathy and broken. “Yeah you like that huh. You want your husband’s brother to wreck this married cunt on your honeymoon balcony while he sleeps right there.” He gripped my ass tighter, spanking one cheek hard then the other and started thrusting up to meet me with powerful strokes. Every time I came down he drove up and his thick cock slammed against that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. The wet slapping sounds of skin on skin and my pussy juices smacking against his balls were so loud I worried for a second but the thrill of getting caught only made me wetter.

"I haven't asked for much from you, except respect and obedience. You can't give me either. You will learn one way or another, even if I have to spank you ten times a day. Do. You. Understand?" His voice dripped with disappointment, causing me to cringe as I felt the weight of my disobedience. My thoughts became muddled, unsure if I should apologize again or how to make amends. He had turned my world upside down in less than twenty-four hours. "I'm going to spank you long and hard, and you will wear the plug. If you defy me one more time, you will remain naked. Period." I believed him, but instead of anger or trepidation, a wave of desire washed over me. No. No!

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'd do anything to keep you safe and make you happy as long as it doesn't involve letting you go. I don't care what you think in that little mind of yours, but there's no option for you other than being my wife." Another spank. It was so painful that I caught my breath in a gasp, the immediate shock rushing through every cell in my body. I twisted around, kicking out with my shoes, trying to move away. He put one knee on my left thigh, pinning me even more tightly so that I couldn’t even wriggle, and the spank came down unforgivingly on my ass again and again. The sting spread across my ass cheeks, making them pound in severe pain.

He stared at me for a long moment, sipping his whiskey. “Turn around. Bend over the desk.” I obeyed, spreading my legs and arching my back, presenting my ass and still-slightly-swollen pussy to him. Marcus walked over slowly. His hand caressed my ass cheek before he delivered a sharp, stinging spank. “You went home to your husband last night with my cum inside you, didn’t you?” he asked, voice low and dangerous. “Yes, sir,” I whispered. He spanked me again, harder. “Did you fuck him?”

I whimpered, my eyes going wide knowing this was insane. Fucking insane. How the hell am I supposed to go back to that party like this—clothes ruined, body burning—and why the fuck did I love the sound of it tearing? "I asked a fucking question. Does your husband spank you like this?" Another spank. My eyes rolled deep into my head. "No...fuck no, he doesn't...he fucking..." The rest of my words died in my throat as he pulled my leg apart and two thick fingers shoved into me—deep, hard, like he didn’t believe in gentleness.

" Oh. Do you want to have me? but sorry baby you can't have me for a week. It's your punishment to make me wait for you and your call. " " A week? " I nodded. He tried to change the position. but I didn't allow him. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and my finger ran through his muscular chest. " Let me give pleasuring torture to my hubby for leaving me without a proper reason. " I whispered as I rubbed my breasts against his chest. He tried to wrap his arm around my waist but I slapped his handoff. " Don't touch me. " I warned him. " My hubby is becoming so harder and harder. " I chuckled.