My Husband Spanked Me Novels & Stories

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.

“This married pussy is so much tighter than I imagined. Your husband has no idea how to fuck you properly, does he?” He started pounding me hard — deep, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and my moans turn into broken cries. Every thrust slammed against my cervix. The wet, filthy sound of his heavy balls slapping my soaked pussy filled the room. “Tell me,” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Tell me how much better my cock feels than your husband’s.” “So much better,” I sobbed with pleasure. “Your cock is ruining me— I can’t go back to him after this—”

I couldn't imagine what my husband Aaden would have thought if I'd come home and told him that I'd let my boss spank me. "Of course, I'll supervise. Wouldn't want you go to go easy on yourself!" I nodded, and tried to smile, but for some reason I just wasn't in the smiling mood. "Now, sir?" "No time like the present." I looked around the room. I'd never been spanked before - not as a child, not in the bedroom with my husband - and I'd certainly never spanked myself. Leaning forward over Mr. Peterson's desk, I spread my legs slightly and nervously raised my hand.

“Argh!” I was instantly frightened and infuriated, the blood rushing through my head almost driving me crazy. It took me a moment to get myself back, and stop the illusion of spinning stars hovering my head. “What the fuck Wilson? Why did you spank my ass twice??!!” I shouted at him, rubbing my ass to soothe the pain. His face beamed widely in an evil way and I sensed that something was fishy. “The first spank was punishment for marrying another man and the second one is a message to your husband.”

I was once again scared, lying down in such a vulnerable position. “Each one of you are allowed to spank her for her disobedience. Five times. I don’t think my wife could take much more than that,” He said it with a caress and a squeeze of my arse that made me stiffen and clamp my legs together despite the anxiety building up inside my chest. “And once you are done, you’ll leave.” Another caress on my arched flesh, as he added, “I’ll go first as my right as her husband.”

Struggling to get free from his hold, disgusted at his touch I had my face away from him. A tight slap voice came striking my ears, when I looked to find Mr Angry standing beside me and has just rewarded him with a nice tight slap. I must have gifted him the slap myself, but my dear husband has already accomplished the task. The jerk of the slap was strong enough to make him flutter back from his position and his hold around my shoulders was set apart. "How dare you to slap me?" He roared and came towards him, holding his collar in rage and aiming a punch at his face.

I whispered. And then, in a flash of movement, his hand connected with my cheek. The slap sent shockwaves through my entire body, leaving a stinging sensation that seemed to sear my skin. I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me, followed by a deep sadness. My husband, the man I loved, had hit me. In front of his family.

“Yes. Fuck your wife’s pussy. Destroy this pussy!” And he did exactly that. I loved telling him how much his pussy loved him by giving Kegel hugs. Embracing his large erection in a warm embrace and receiving brutal spanks in return. When he didn’t spank me, I spanked myself to remind him to do so. Even I found out I spanked myself harder than he spanked me. We both loved to fuck my insides. With my hands, I massage my love canal and with his boner – he does justice to his pussy.

Realizing there would be no courtesy in my husband, I began to work my tongue in and around his toes sucking on them, only the thought of how turned on I was allowing me to get through this filthy act. The taste and smell really weren’t that bad, but my lifelong idea that feet were the dirtiest part of a person was making me extremely nauseous. As I moved to the bottoms, I could feel every wrinkle on them as my tongue swept over them. I looked up at him and could tell that he was thoroughly enjoying the sensations and the power he had over me. I tried to finish as quickly as possible without missing any parts, hopeful that this would be the only thing I had to do before he wanted to fuck me.