I Spank My Husband Novels & Stories

He shouldn't know that he was turning me on. I felt guilty from within. Why the fuck was I getting turned on by my husband who was so cold and ruthless? He was my enemy who loved treating me badly. Running the tip of his nose across my cheek, he said huskily, “When Xander wants something, he will get it by hook or crook!” My body was shuddering, and I couldn't hold myself stronger. Fuck! Was I melting away? “Ahm…” I moaned a little when a spank was delivered to my buttocks.

“Can we stop blaming each other I only asked for the money you promised me” “And what about the ten thousand dollars I sent you not long ago” “Babe I already used it all, I need more” “Then try making more yourself!” I yelled to his face and angrily took my bag and stood up, but then he grabbed my hand “Are you going back to that husband of yours who did not even like you?” “How dare you?!” I yelled and landed a slap on his face, “For your information, my husband is everything you could never be, don't you dare in your poor life utter I'll words about my husband again”

“I don’t give a fuck what was going on. I don’t care if we were fighting or arguing, but I am your husband, Anna, and I deserve to know if my wife had flown across the country. A wife who is still recovering!” “Yes, I am sorry.” I lowered my head, suddenly feeling shame. “Sorry doesn't cut it, Anna. He pressed on, and I nodded, unable to defend myself. We stood there for what felt like an hour before he spoke again. “You will be punished?” He suddenly declared, and my breath hitched. “Punished?” My head tilted in question, heart pounding so loud as my brain conjured all forms of punishment, and none of them looked pleasing. “Yes.” He bit, his fingers slowly encasing my wrist and pulling me i

“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.

“Shut the fuck up and take it. This married cunt belongs to your stepbrother now.” He fucked me like he hated me — hard, deep, merciless strokes that made my tits bounce violently. The wet, obscene slapping of his balls against my clit filled the room. “You’re nothing but a set of holes for me,” he snarled, spanking my ass red. “Your husband thinks he married a pure, innocent girl. He has no idea I already turned his wife into my personal cumdump.” Tears streamed down my face from the intensity, but my pussy was gushing around him.

"Matt, you're in big trouble, but I think we can work it out. O.K.?" Again he nodded his head. "O.K., Matt. Here's what we're going to do. If you do what I say, maybe we can forget about you getting into trouble. O.K.?" He nodded his head. ***** "Oh, my god! You are so bad! I can hardly wait to fuck you," my husband said urgently. He pulled my panties down and I stepped out of them. He held my skirt up above my waist and gave my butt a couple of hard swats. Almost before I could holler - and I did holler - he stuck his fingers back into my cunt.

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.

Gael thundered, pointing at me. I stared at him. I couldn’t say I was disappointed at him because I wasn’t expecting anything from him. But I was disappointed at myself. For prolonging this marriage until now. While I was thinking about his family’s reputation, he had no problem embarrassing me like this. And this wasn’t even the first time. I was done. “I’d rather be a mistress of a dog, than be your mistress. In fact, it’s a disgrace to be your wife!” I spat.

“What do you want me to say? I’m cheating on you. I’m with someone else. You saw it yourself, didn’t you?” “But you’re my husband, Rico! How could you do this?” “You should’ve seen it coming,” Rico said with a cold laugh. “Didn’t you feel it? Our marriage stopped working a long time ago.” Ivy stared at him, stunned. “You’re useless as a wife, Ivy. You’ve never supported my career. You’re always too busy with your pathetic little job. And after all this time—you’re still not even pregnant.” Her breath caught. “You… actually said that?” she whispered.

I will not be your wife again. I screamed as he gave me a hard tug, forcing me over his knee, then he threw my evening dress over my head and spanked me hard. It was not the sexy teasing spanking he had given me occasionally when we were married; it was a punishment, and it fucking hurt. For a brief minute I was frozen in shock, and then my anger exploded. I fought tooth and nail, screaming as he beat me; it was no use; he held me down easily. When he had finished, he allowed me to sit back up, and I instantly pulled myself as far away from him as I could. I was trembling all over, but not with fear as Killian thought. 'I warned you, little wife. Defy me, and you will be punished. I expect t