My Husband Spanked Me Novels & Stories

“I don’t understand.” I let out a small mocking laugh. “You didn’t really notice, did you? I’m mother of two kids and of course they didn’t come to me from the sky.” He laughed. “I know he didn’t pleasure you well. I intend to do so and I’d make sure of it.” How can he say that to me? “He pleasured me like no one else and I don’t think you have that feral side to make me feel that way. Believe it or not, I enjoy doing it with him more than you think I do.” I said now in a hoarse voice. As soon as I finished my sentence he slapped me. Did I say something wrong? I don’t think I did but my mouth started to bleed. “How can you talk ill in front of your husband about some other man?” He said clen

“You need heat for your back and ice for your ass.” “Romantic,” I grinned, cheeks still pink. “You’re such a gentleman.” “I fucked my wife through a mirror last night until she cried blood,” he deadpanned. “I think we’re past ‘gentleman.’” I blushed, biting back a laugh. “Okay, fine. My sadistic caveman husband.” “I’ll be right back, sunshine,” he said. “Don’t move or I swear to God, I’ll spank you on the other side.”

I replied with a devilish grin as I heard the sound of the phone ringing on the other side. "You are going to do no such thing! I am your husband, you should be having sex with me!" He yelled. "You mean a husband I never wanted? This marriage was a lie, so don’t expect commitment or don’t expect me to allow you to touch me." I said as I leaned against the bed, my face toward his. His face was bright red, and I slapped his face hard.

*spank* "lied" *spank* "to" *spank* "me" *spank* "Please stop! Have mercy" I wailed in agony. My ass was already very sore. "You lied to your husband. That too for a random person." He growled while grabbing a handful of my hair and turned me to him. He was there! "I fucking HATE liars Rosalia. You should never, I mean, never lie to me no matter what." He hollered at me looking into my eyes. "It's your fault that you got spanked... Yeah?"

So, that was the kind of coward I used to love? A man who couldn’t even admit his mistakes, still blaming it all on a woman. His grip on my shoulder tightened, and I winced in pain. I frowned, trying to pull away from his hold. "Let go of me! The child? You have the nerve to bring up the baby! Weren’t you the one who killed it? Do you really think our marriage fell apart just because of Grace? “Even if it weren’t Grace, it would’ve been someone else, right?” I shot a pointed look at his phone.

He looked at me smacked my face with a slap. "I'll fuck you so much now that you would never want to do it with others," He said while gnashing his teeth in anger and increasing his pace. The "thap thap" sound of him fucking me and slapping my boobs and face was echoing in the room. I was enjoying my husband's fuck for the first time in our whole married life. He never showed me this much energy. He was filled with anger but I did not care. I kept moaning. I tried to kiss him but pushed my face away.

She gasped as he smacked her buttock, smirking at his action. "How dare you?? Don't ever do that again you pervert." She shouted at him embarrassed at his audacity. “Okay” she heard him say but gasped loudly as he again smacked her but making her hiss. "Husband!!! You are so bad! I am your wife?! How can you do this to me?! She shouted and tried to get off him. Tried but obviously failed. He was unfazed by her words and to teach her a lesson he entered the water with her still on his shoulder, dangling.

He hits firmly and precisely, without using full force, making the skin redden and sting. "Tell me what you did wrong," he asks in an authoritative voice. He spanks me again. I groan. "I should have told you what was going on." "Why should you tell me?" he asks. Another spank. "Because you're my husband," I answer between moans. "And we have no secrets." "Good," he says. Only then he stops spanking me. His hand slips between my buttocks. His fingers slip between my legs and soon discover my wetness.

I fell to the ground, unable to withstand the amount of force he wielded. “Did you just slap me?" I whimpered. In my entire life, I had never been hit by a man. He was the first. He moved close to me as I lay on the ground and when I thought he was going to help me up, beg me and even say something in defense, he did what I thought was impossible.. “I'll do it over and over again. Infact, you're not allowed to see anyone else, no complains and if you ever dare, I'll do worse than this to you" He warned and then, my so-called husband spat on me.

"I bring my sick wife a doctor and the moment I leave you two alone, you get all touchy with each other in the name of this bullshit of an excuse!" "You never brought her for me," I shout and stand, pointing a finger at him. "I saw you two together," I close my eyes briefly to let the images pass, "all cosy and touchy with each other." I straighten up and smile. "So, I did what I had to, I took my only chance." "Bullshit. That's a whore's excuse," he growls out and my palm connects with his cheek the moment that word leaves his lips. Brandon's head swings to one side at the impact of the slap, my hand goes to cover my mouth and his jaw tenses. I just slapped my husband. I slapped Brandon. My