My Husband Spanked Me Novels & Stories

“You wouldn’t put me down! You’ve hit me plenty of times—so what if I hit you twice?” His eyes darkened, sharp with a dangerously calm fury. He gripped my jaw, his fingers rough but not painful. “Spanking,” he said slowly, mockery dripping from every syllable, “is a form of sexual suggestion. Is this how you plan to handle our divorce?” My breath caught. Sexual? My cheeks flamed. “That’s ridiculous!” I protested. “You started it! You were spanking me for years—since I was fifteen! How is it discipline when you do it, but something else when I do?”

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.

Logan doesn’t like when I call him by his name. When we are in front of people and have to act like a sweet couple, I can call him by his name. But when we are alone, I have to call him alpha. Otherwise, he would punish me. I get punishment every day, as my husband rapes me every night. But when he is angry, the punishment takes a unique method. Like spanking, whipping, choking. I never enjoy our sexual acts. But when the punishment was added, it became more difficult. And it doesn’t matter how much I get punished, the next morning I have to act like a loving couple in front of everyone.

I keep hitting his back, but it means nothing to him. He throws me on the bed and turns my body so I lay on my stomach. He pins both my hands behind me and makes me stay still on the bed. I take a look at his eyes. His gaze is dark, which shows how stressed he is. I have never seen my husband so emotionally drained like this. When he punished me earlier, he also hit me hard, like he wanted to release something. "What do you want, Dominiot?" I purposely call him that. He spanks my ass, which still hurts from the belt. Damn...!

he sneered, his face twisting into a sadistic smirk. "Let me go, Jason!" I hissed, trying to pull away. "Why? I’m still your husband, you stupid brat." He yanked me closer, his grip tightening until the bones in my wrist felt like they would snap. Before I could even react, he swung his hand with blinding speed and slapped me across the face. The sound echoed through the entire bar, sharp and stinging.

she growled but made no move to pull away or to protect herself from another blow. My wife enjoys the occasional spanking in the heated throes of passion, and she's smacked my ass from time to time, as well. I admit that I kind of enjoyed that burning sensation, but it never felt like this! This was a hot poker jammed right into my crotch!

I spanked her four times. "Where?” "Plant under my window.” "Good girl. Now count to ten,” I said as I spanked her continuously. " Seven” she moaned, grinding her pussy against my thigh. "Ten,’’ she said finally. I rub my hands over her ass and then slide down to her soaking pussy. So my wife gets off on pain, huh. I rub her clit gently then sink a finger inside her.

He spins me again, bends me over the toilet lid, and drives back in from behind. No mercy now. He fucks me like he’s trying to punish me for almost getting caught, hips slamming, hand fisted in my hair, the other spanking my ass raw. Every thrust forces a choked sob from my throat. “Take it,” he hisses. “Take your father-in-law’s cock while your husband walks away like a fucking idiot.” I come again, harder than before, squirting so violently it splashes the toilet tank.

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 could feel the bulge beneath my ribs growing with every smack he gave me. “What the hell is wrong with you?” standing up. My ass stings, and I’m sure it’s as red as a tomato. I stared at my husband. I was angry that he was spanking me. I wanted to show him I was annoyed with the spanking, but fuck, the man looks like he just stepped out of a magazine with his thick black hair that falls in his eyes, abs that make me want to run my fingers down, and those V muscles that lead to something I desperately want to feel inside me. Just looking at him makes me wet. Unknowingly, to me instead of fighting him for spanking me.