My Husband Spanked Me Novels & Stories

My eyes stung with the tears that I hadn't shed yet, nor did I want to – at least not in front of him. And then suddenly he spanked my butt. It was so harsh that a loud gasp escaped my throat, and my body jerked forward. "I asked you something!" he roared. "NO!" I spat. "I didn't miss you. My husband was enough." I felt him take a deep breath at my response. His mouth was too close to my ear, and his body was just above mine. I could practically feel the heat radiating off him. Silence stretched between us for a long moment before he broke it.

Then, he started pacing while muttering to himself suspiciously, "Could it be that you really are cheating on me like they said?" I couldn't help but retort, "I'm not like you, able to get it on with anybody—" A slap cut off the rest of my words before Simon turned his face away. I could see the pain and conflict in his eyes. I didn't bother arguing with him further. It was only understandable for his emotions to be unstable after hearing my words. Nonetheless, I couldn't stand being married to him any longer. His family didn't respect me, and he didn't love me either. There was no reason for me to cling to this marriage.

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.

Each word was punctuated with a hard slap to my ass which was already heating up. "Jake cut it out." There were tears because those things stung but inside I was jumping for joy. My man was back and boy was he ever. After spanking my ass he threw me face down on the bed and tore my panties down my thighs. I looked over my shoulder to see him unzipping his jeans. "Don't you fucking move or it's gonna be your ass." I turned my head back around and bit my lip to stifle my laughter. His big hands came around my hips and he pulled just my ass up. I felt his tongue enter me from behind and started cumming immediately. After he'd made me cum in his mouth twice he licked the red welts his hands had

she said. "Don't call me by my name, wife," he breathed. "No, don't...!" Another hard slap landed on her cheek ass. "What did I tell you?" "Hubby..." she cried. "Hubby, what?" "Y-Yes... Yes, hubby..." she choked on her own breath. He slapped her ass one more time before he gently caressed it to soothe the pain. "So submissive, I like it." He held her hair through his fingers and pulled her up to her knees, her back was pressing against his chest. "I'll spank you again and again if you try to disobey me, am I understood, kukla?" (doll)

Prologue “How dare you speak to me like that you ungrateful bitch? I am your husband! You are bound to me, and I am sick and tired of your excuses!” The slap is precise and hard, snapping my face to the side with its force. The tears in my eyes don't spill, because I know if they do he’ll just be even angrier than he is.

He grabs my hips and pulls my ass up in the air and slams back into me from behind without warning. The angle is devastating. His cock hitting a different spot, deeper, and sharper. He spanks me, and the crack rings in the air. The sting blooms and races to my clit. "Yes!" I moan. "Again. Harder!" "You like being spanked in your home," he says, slapping my ass again. "While your husband is on a business trip?" "I love it," I cry out pathetically. "I love every second of it. Spank me again, Tyler."

The muscle in his cheek ticked and I watched him turn back to me, his eyes as black as the darkest pit When he spoke, his voice was quiet, soft even, opposite to what I knew he was feeling right now “You slapped me because of that motherfucker?” “You insulted my marriage and my husband” I seethed “Nobody insults my husband” His hand shot out and grabbed my nape, hauling me closer to him, his heat washed over me and I clamped down on the shiver racing up my spine His voice, hot and vicious was at my ear “But I’m your husband too, I’m still your husband”

My blood rushed in the opposite direction and my face was red half because of the blood and half because of the embarrassment that I faced when a maid watched me over his shoulder. Safe to say I wouldn't be meeting with her in the eye for the rest of my life. And to top that he literally spanked me over my butt causing me to let out a painful moan, which was not because of the pain, because of the wait he was going to give me. I knew my husband was a man of his words and he meant it when he said that wouldn't be able to walk for a week when he would be done with me.

Instead, her voice was provocative: “Is that the best you can do, husband?” The next spank was my hardest yet, the sound of my hand on her ass echoing through the room as she moaned—whether from pain or pleasure, I wasn’t sure—driving me wild. Her sensitive skin reddened instantly, and I started stroking myself while spanking her, hard enough to arouse her but not to hurt her. I already had a bite to deal with, which still pissed me off thinking about how long it took to heal. Not to mention Pumpkin’s knees, still raw in places, probably uncomfortable and painful, though she never complained.