I Spank My Husband Novels & Stories

Every word made her tighten around me. A small smile tugged at my lips. “My wife has a kink, I see.” Ian is going to love this side of her. So fucking much. I pulled out, my breath ragged. “Turn over.” She obeyed instantly, flipping onto her stomach, pulling her ass in the air. Her face pressed against the sheet, back arched perfectly for me. I spanked her ass hard. “My obedient little wife.” Fingers finding their way into her hole.

"I was soaking wet for my husband!" "Fuck, that's right, wifey!" I muttered, my hands sliding down her body. "You should be wet for your husband!" I growled. "Gabriel, the...maids?" Ava whimpered as I cupped a handful of her ass, squeezing it hard. "I don't care!" I released a soft spank on her ass. "Oh fuck, yes!" Ava moaned as her fingers tightened on my hair. So much for someone concerned about the maids.

Plaything. And yet… when he called again— “Husband.” —his voice dripped with so much flirt, so much life, it almost drowned the ghosts clawing at my chest. I rushed down the stairs and found him in the kitchen. Before he could turn, I wrapped my arms around his waist, sliding my hands lower until I gripped his ass. “Husband,” he said in a mock-serious tone, “if you spank me now, it’ll be considered cheating. Don’t make yourself a cheat.”

He leaned forward and snarled, really snarled at me, “Don’t ever talk about yourself that way. I would murder someone else if they said such a thing about you, but I will spank your ass if I hear you say it again.” I cross my arms and growl, “Really, threatening to hit someone who just got assaulted, must make you feel like such a man.” He glared back at me, “Baby you know the difference between getting assaulted and getting spanked for being a bad girl. Now, are you going to tell me or will I have to ask Aria?” I push my hand through my hair, rolling my eyes, “My ex husband just beat the shit out of me this morning. I just got out of the fucking e.r. So can you please just leave me the fuck

He pounded into me non-stop, tirelessly fucking his wife like an award waited afterwards. “Give me that pussy, baby..” he purred, spanking my ass every four strokes and grabbing my butt. “Bounce that ass back, baby..” His words alone were an aphrodisiac, so I pushed back on his cock, and he growled excitedly. “Oh fuck your dick.. Yes, Ikkohafina, just like that!” he praised because I was hitting that cock hard now. “Hmmm, baby..” I moaned, because he was so hard and it only increased the pleasure.

This man cannot be saying this, he is literally trying to gaslight me into thinking that how good he is, but I am the one who is not appreciating his efforts "And spanking isn't even that big of a deal." He shrugged. Like it isn't a big deal to force your wife to strip down her pants in front of so many men twice her age and turn her bare bottom deep red and purple. Like it's not a big deal to humiliate your wife in front of the whole family and secretly record her humiliation. It infuriates me that he thinks it's not a big deal. Then what is a big deal? Killing your wife? Finally ending her life! Because I sure am ready to die.

It feels too much like being a prisoner in my own home. We were fighting amongst each other. Tensions were high and for what, some asshole that I didn't even know? Fuck that, I'm through with this shit. Today I came as close as I ever have to disrespecting my wife. I don't mind spanking Kat's ass when she needs it, but I draw the line at outright disrespecting her. I looked down at her head on my chest. She looks so innocent when she's asleep. Like the young innocent I met two years ago.

I groaned impatiently, " Vincenzo..you...you..." He bent his head down to whisper in my ears, my ass stinging in pain, " Hmm? This is my way of torturing you, darling. You can't even complain to our dear grandpa, can you?" BASTARD!! I felt frustrated with him in anger. He was using his husband's rights and I could do nothing about it. I couldn't possibly say to Grandpa Michael that he had spanked me. Another whimper left my lips when he landed a second slap on my ass.

But that doesn't stop me from feeling somewhat intrigued, so I turn my face slightly, seeing Dominik behind me. My husband keeps a soft smile on his lips, while he has his gaze lowered and fixed on my body, looking at me with desire. His hands are fixed on my hips, but soon they begin to move down my skin, caressing my buttocks and legs, with gentle touches that are somewhat desperate. But before I can ask or complain that he was going so annoyingly slow, Dominik surprises me, when in one swift movement he separates one of his hands from my body and then drops it hard on one of my buttocks, spanking me.

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.