I Spank My Husband Novels & Stories

spank Come on baby say you're mine. I increased the thrust of my fingers. “fuck.. Vel… say you're mine.” Spank… I slapped her ass ten times, her buttocks turned red as my palm print appeared on it. “Fine, I'm yours. I'm yours only when we are indoors but when we are outside I'm just your best friend's daughter.” Spank…. I splanked her ten more times, angered by her words. I resumed fingering her.

The muscle in his cheek ticked and I watched him turn back to me, his eyes as black as the darkest pit When he spoke, his voice was quiet, soft even, opposite to what I knew he was feeling right now “You slapped me because of that motherfucker?” “You insulted my marriage and my husband” I seethed “Nobody insults my husband” His hand shot out and grabbed my nape, hauling me closer to him, his heat washed over me and I clamped down on the shiver racing up my spine His voice, hot and vicious was at my ear “But I’m your husband too, I’m still your husband”

“Hardin…” I shifted over her, slowly, until my body was above hers, pressing her into the mattress. My hand slid beneath her thigh, lifting it as I settled between them. “I think,” I whispered against her ear, “I want to spank my wife’s ass tonight.” She let out a breathy laugh, playful and shocked all at once. “You’re crazy.” “You love it,” I said, my lips brushing the shell of her ear before I pulled back just enough to look down at her.

It definitely is. Knowing his next move, I prepared myself to take him into me. I know how huge, long and heavy he is. He is my husband. I just have to take it. ' You mean your fake husband ' A tiny voice in my head reminded me. Unexpectedly, he made me turn on my back and my ass up in the air. He spanked me as hard as I don't expected. It sent pain rippling into me. Pain mixed with pleasure. Oh jeez! He held my legs apart and before I could take the next breath, he had already slammed hard into me.

He grabs my hips and pulls my ass up in the air and slams back into me from behind without warning. The angle is devastating. His cock hitting a different spot, deeper, and sharper. He spanks me, and the crack rings in the air. The sting blooms and races to my clit. "Yes!" I moan. "Again. Harder!" "You like being spanked in your home," he says, slapping my ass again. "While your husband is on a business trip?" "I love it," I cry out pathetically. "I love every second of it. Spank me again, Tyler."

Damn, she thought as she reached for her husband who was studying a file, and glanced at her with a frown. “Tristan, I think I messed up, ‘she sighed as she crawled across and climbed onto his lap, tugging off her nightdress as she saw the impatience in her lover’s eyes at having been kept waiting before his head swooped down to kiss her in a commanding manner. ‘Baby, I think a spanking is in order then,’ said Tristan in a silky voice as he pushed her onto the bed and stood up, stroking his large c*ck in anticipation of the punishment he was about to administer to his wife’s pale a*s.

Amber. His free hand cracked down on my ass, sharp, stinging. I screamed, my pussy clamping down so hard he groaned. “Again,” I begged. “Please, mark me.” He spanked me harder, left cheek, right cheek, over and over until my skin burned bright red. Each slap drove me higher, made me wetter, made my clit throb so violently I thought I’d cum untouched. “Gonna fill this cunt,” he panted. “Gonna pump you so full it leaks down your thighs for days. Everyone who sees you will smell me on you. They’ll know you’ve been fucked raw by your fucking husband to be.”

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.

He lets me have this. Lets me own this. For only a second longer, and then... he snaps. He wraps his arms around my waist and shifts his hips upward, thrusting into me from below with a force that steals the breath from my lungs. "Nikolai—" I gasp, gripping his shoulders as pleasure shoots through me like lightning. My husband spanks my ass, nips at my throat and then proceeds to bounce me on his cock, squeezing my hips to angle my body just the way he wants me.

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!"