My Husband Spanked Me Novels & Stories

On top of it, he had the gut to call me a slut when actually he was the only man who has ever touched me. I wasn't thinking straight when suddenly I slapped him so hard across his face. I wide my two eyes in shock immediately I did it, I was shaken by my new outburst, I dared slapped my husband again for the second time after our marriage. I don't know what I'm getting myself into but I think, that he deserves it.

“I will have you all beg for death. That’s my promise to you and your reeking, crippled hus…” I couldn’t hold back the burning anger I always felt whenever he reminded me of the misfortune that struck my home 2 years ago. “You don’t dare call my husband, crippled, ever again!!” I slapped his left cheek with so much strength that I cringed due to how hard his face was, leaving my hand hurting.

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 cupped her cheek in one hand and finally gave in to the urge to wrap her long hair around my other, tilting her head back for a kiss. “Are you going to behave?” I said some moments later. “No fucking way.” At that response, I threw her over my shoulder and carried her to the bed. She squealed in surprise, and then when I tossed her onto the bed and pulled her nightgown up to spank her, she squealed again. “You’re in a mood!” She squeaked-giggled when I spanked the other cheek. “I’m showing my wife that she needs to submit to her husband.”

Not brutal, but hurting and pleasing. I yelp, another moan. Another smack. “This is for running away.” I twist my head to glare at him. “I ran because you’re a monster.” Then another Smack. “Monster? I’m your husband now. Act like it.” “Go to hell.” I say. He spanks again, harder, then soothes with a rub. He’s in between my widely opened legs and I feel him position himself, ready. “Fuck you,” I say, the bond pulling me unde as I crave this feeling.

"Be careful, honey or I might as well spank you bare-assed." "No. Please, don't." "Then, stay in position." I closed my eyes and dug my fingers on the floor, arching my back as he brought his hand several times, the sting turning into anguish. I closed my eyes as the punishment continued, smacking my upper thighs several times, the sound lingering in my ears. "Obedience. My dear stubborn wife. One day, you'll learn." He said and issued six more in rapid succession.

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.

"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.

Ready to ask, I stopped when he raised my skirt to my waist, next he pulled my panties down. No...no...no...he will not do what, I think he is going t... And he did Smack. "Are you serious...." "Count." He hissed landing the other. "One." Smack... "Two." I can't believe my husband is doing this. But what is more shocking is, the wetness increasing between my legs. And moans leaving my mouth. "Ten." Exhausted my hands fell limp on his desk. But if I thought my punishment was done. Then I was completely wrong.

No man looked at me like that, like he wanted to worship my body, punish me and somehow at the same time show me what love is. “I’m going to need words, princess” “I’m fine”, I fought the urge to bark at him. I fought the urge to ask him why he didn`t tell me he had a wife. I fought the urge to ask him why he spanked me when he had a wife and a son waiting for him God knew where.