My Husband Spanked Me Novels & Stories

She wasn't expecting that "How dare you talk to me like that?" She hissed and landed a slap across my face. Tears gathered in the corners of my eyes, but I fought with every ounce of my self control to blink them back in and maintain a stern expression. "Bitch!" I swung my hand at her but it got caught before it could get to her face. I raised my head to meet the cold eyes of the man I knew to be my husband. I opened my mouth to speak but before any words could find their way out he pushed me and I landed hard on my butt

I shouted back feeling my temper rising. "Marriage? More like a master and his slave. that idiot of a man basically had you on an invisible leach at the last family dinner!" I could just stand still and watch her insult my husband like he was some BDSM enthusiast. I slapped her, hard, I watched in anger as she went flying to the floor. She held her crimson cheek in shock and stared up at me with wide eyes. "I came to you for help, a solution to get over my fear, not for you to insult my husband." I whispered emotionless as I watched her slowly stand up.

I knew within me that I was gone as a dead wolf if ever Luna Mary saw me so close with her husband, and he was trying to put me in a tight position where I wouldn’t be able to save my head. “This is not right.” My statement followed. I wasn’t so bold and I was looking nervous, maybe that was why he had no fear but to proceed. “Shhh.” He shushed me flirtatiously and my eyes widened. He looked so desperate and determined to do something lustful to me. “My wife is not here and no one is here, how about a - -?” He hasn’t finished his statement when a had stick hit my back. “Ouch!” I groaned in pain and faced back, his wife charged over me and gave me a hard slap.

There was no time for softness and gentleness as the fire that burned in my husband could only be sated in the way he handled me right now. In a second he flips me over my stomach was on the bed with my ass up in the air, my pussy visible to his eyes only, I heard a growl as he spanked me hard making me wince in pain, then his hands gently Pat the cheek he spanked soothing the pain. I arched my head to glance at him, but his eyes were dark in the color of his wolf, Rage was in control. I groan in pleasure as he plunged his face into my ass, his tongue finds my asshole as he licks me there, making me tremble at the blissful feeling it caused, nobody has ever done that to me before.

, she said, finally pulling herself out of her reverie. “That we shouldn’t consummate our marriage?”, he asked, his smirk broadening. “Yeah”, she answered. “It doesn’t mean you can’t be punished for disobedience”, he said and in the blink of an eye, she was on his shoulder and his hands were on her bottom. ‘Whack!’ she felt a spank and let out a yelp because she wasn’t expecting it but the second time he spanked her, she couldn’t help but let out a moan.

He pulled out suddenly, breathing hard. “Up,” he said. He led me to the padded bench, bent me over it, and secured my wrists in soft leather cuffs. My ass was raised, completely exposed. He spread my legs wider, then stepped back to admire me. “Beautiful,” he murmured. He ran his hand over my ass, then spanked me sharply. I gasped at the sting, my pussy clenching. “You like that?” he asked, spanking me again, harder. “Your husband’s rival spanking your pretty ass while you drip for him.”

I had adored it. I raised my ass towards him, wanting him to spank me with the belt. I trusted him. I trusted Ethan. My husband. I smiled and groaned into the sheets when the first smack resonated through the room, my skin burning and itching with pain. After a few seconds, Ethan spanked my other cheek, my body shuddering, rocking with the sharp hit. “Breathe, Bella,” he whispered softly, rubbing his palm over my scorched skin. My fingers tightened over the sheets when he pulled away, delivering four spanks on alternative cheeks. Tears were blurring my vision when I cried out his name. I heard the thud of belt falling on the floor as Ethan stepped towards me, holding my neck and soothing the

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

He grabbed my arm tightly. His grip was so unexpectedly strong that it hurt. It did not seem like he was trying to talk me out of doing something rash. It felt more like he was apprehending me. “Eli, calm down!” he growled at me lowly. His expression was dark, and veins stood out on his temple. “Calm down? How in the world am I supposed to calm down?” I tried to shake him off as I glared at Cole. “He slapped me at my own wedding! Twice! What’s wrong with you? Didn’t you see that?”

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.