Naughty Wife Spanked Novels & Stories

I alternated—ice and mouth, cold and hot—until she was writhing, moaning beautifully for me. Then came the spanking. I released her ankles temporarily, flipped her onto her stomach with wrists still bound above her, and propped a pillow under her hips. Her ass was raised perfectly. I started soft warm up strokes of my palm over her cheeks, rubbing the skin until it glowed. Then harder. Sharp, resounding smacks that made her gasp and moan. I alternated cheeks, occasionally dipping my fingers between her thighs to find her soaked. “You’re dripping down your thighs,” I growled, spanking her again, harder. “Such a dirty wife.” I whispered with every brutal slow thrust. Somehow this felt even mor

Within an instant, Catherine shot to her feet. The chair legs scraped across the floor with a piercing screech. “No! Simon, listen to me!” She turned to my parents with a pleading look before turning back to me. “Robert, we’ve been working together for many years. Divorce will only hurt both sides. Georgia’s only temporarily infatuated with that kid. I’ll teach her a lesson when I get back!” Jane snorted. “Catherine, looking at all the arranged marriages in our circle, no one can put up with such a disrespectful marriage! We’ve shown you enough respect!

“Open up, slut.” She obeyed instantly, sucking him in while Tobias hammered her from behind. Drool and muffled cries mixed as she rocked between them. Darius leaned close to me, his smirk sharp. “Look at her. This is who your wife really is.” I looked. I couldn’t not. Marina’s body shook as she took both ends, spit dripping down her chin, her ass red and raw from spanking. The men switched again, each one taking his turn inside her ass. Every time one pulled out, another rolled on a condom and slid in, forcing her to stretch wider, her body jerking under them.

The older woman looked at him and then nodded. "Yes Sir, it is quite simple really. Back when I was married, my husband and I were adventurous. I loved his dominate streak and being spanked and humiliated by him. When he realized that, in the privacy of our bedroom, he took to calling me his little fuck puppy and making me crawl around like a dog. In public and around Abi, he called me his love puppy. I enjoyed our puppy games and I've missed them. Abi somehow remembered and figured out that I enjoyed being treated like his fuck puppy. She offered to help me take that to the next level and fully embrace the sex pet lifestyle."

“Such a naughty girl… coming to my penthouse in the middle of the night, dripping wet, begging me to fuck you while my son is away.” Smack! Smack! Smack! Three more firm spanks landed in quick succession, turning my ass a bright, burning pink. Each slap echoed through the penthouse, mixing with the sound of rain lashing against the windows. The sting bloomed into heat that shot straight to my clit. “I’m sorry—” I whimpered, even as I pushed my ass back toward him, silently begging for more. “No, you’re not,” he said, chuckling darkly. “You’re soaked. Look at this pretty little pussy dripping down your thighs because your boyfriend’s dad is spanking you.”

“Louder. Tell me how much you love your boss’s son’s cock destroying your married pussy.” “I love it,” she cried, voice cracking. “I love your big cock stretching me… please don’t stop…” She cried out I spanked her ass again and again and again until it was bright red, then slid my hand down and pushed a finger into her tight little asshole while I kept pounding her cunt. Nancy screamed in pleasure, her walls fluttering wildly around me. “Henry—fuck—I’m gonna cum—” “Good girl. Cum on my cock like the dirty maid you are.”

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)

My tits bounced wildly between us until he bent his head and bit one nipple hard enough to make me yelp. He fucked me relentlessly, the bed slamming against the wall. I came again, screaming his name, my walls rippling and milking his thick shaft. George didn’t stop. He flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and re-entered me from behind in a single savage stroke. “Ass up, face down. That’s the proper way to fuck a wife,” he grunted, spanking my ass hard. The sharp sting made my pussy clench tighter around him. He fucked me faster, one hand fisting my hair, the other reaching around to rub my clit roughly.

“About my colleagues knowing what a whore I am. About my husband finding out I let the office destroy me…” Lena grabbed her hair and forced her back down, riding her face roughly. I slammed into her ass, the pressure building in my balls. It was all insane, Mara’s body jerking between us, her tits bouncing, Lena’s ass smothering her, my cock stretching her tightest hole while Jamal wrecked her pussy. “More,” I snarled, spanking her ass hard. “Tell us what you’re risking.”

Lara burst into laughter, shaking her head. “That’s smooth, but I’m married.” She held up her left hand, flashing her ring. Giovanni chuckled, exchanging a glance with Noah before looking back at her. “We know.” She gave them a curious look. “And you’re still hitting on a married woman?” Giovanni shrugged. “Hey, don’t get us wrong. We respect boundaries. But you look like you could use a little distraction tonight.” Lara let out a soft laugh, though the words struck a little too close to home. “That obvious, huh?”