Naughty Wife Spanked Novels & Stories

I sucked on her tits while railing her, leaving marks on her soft skin. “Does your husband fuck you like this?” I growled, thrusting harder. “Does he make you scream?” “Nooo… ahhh… he’s too gentle… too boring,” she cried out, her pussy clenching around me. “Your cock is so much bigger… it’s filling me so deep!” I flipped her onto all fours and took her from behind, spanking her ass red while pounding her. Sophia pushed back against me, moaning like a whore. “Harder, Ethan! Fuck my married pussy harder!”

"I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife." "Ex-wife," Caleb growls out. The sound is raw, feral, and vibrating with a level of pure hatred I have never heard from him before. "The papers were finalized four years ago, Nancy. You have no right to use that word, and you have no right to be in this city."

"Do that and you'll be increasing the punishment, Ash." "I don't know what you're... Whack! Came another and she jerked again. She didn't know how spanking turned out to be so pleasurable but all she knew was that her core was dripping wet. 'Oh, how dirty you have become Ashley.' She scolded her mind. "Are you done?" She asked, waiting for another minute. "You have become a naughty wife." He mumbled, rubbing that part he had struck the last time. Ashley tried to wriggle out of his hold, but damn the man for possessing such strength that she could not even move a bit.

“Wanted to claim my partner’s wife. Wanted to bend you over and fuck you like the neglected little slut you are.” His words were filthy and degrading, but they only made me wetter. The excitement of fucking my husband’s business partner was intoxicating. Every time he pulled back, I felt an empty ache that made me push back desperately, wanting him deeper, harder, faster. Ryan spanked my ass hard. The sharp sting made me cry out against his hand. “You like being fucked by me, don’t you?” he taunted, spanking me again. “Say it.” I moaned incoherently against his palm, nodding frantically.

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?”

she cried. I leaned forward and brought my hand down swiftly on her bared cunt, slapping her virgin snatch and making her cry out. “Close your legs and I’ll spank your pussy even harder.” I swatted her cunt again. The slaps weren’t gentle. I wanted them to hurt. It was a punishment, after all. “Nina, when I married you, I bought you. Do you understand that?” I spanked her pussy again. She didn’t respond to my question, but her whimper was confirmation enough.

The wet, filthy sound of my cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy filled the entire house. Nancy’s moans started soft and reluctant, but they quickly turned louder, needier. She was pushing back against me now, meeting every thrust even while she kept whispering “we shouldn’t…this is wron-” I spanked her hard, the sharp smack echoing off the walls. “Wrong?” I laughed darkly, fucking her harder. “You’re dripping all over my cock while you clean my family’s floor. Don’t act like you don’t want this too”

“Dripping for Daddy before I’ve even touched you properly. Such a naughty little girl.” He brought his hand down hard — a sharp, stinging spank that made her gasp. “Count them, baby. And tell Daddy why you’re being punished.” Smack. “One… Because I didn’t answer your calls, Daddy.” Smack. Smack. “Two… Three… Because I wore this dress without panties to tease you.” He spanked her thoroughly, each firm slap turning her soft skin a bright, glowing red. Mary was moaning by the tenth spank, pushing her ass back for more even as tears pricked her eyes. The pain blended perfectly with the aching need between her legs.

“Naughty girl is not wearing any undies tonight.” She slowly swayed her ass up into the air, teasing him. “Naughty girl needs to be spanked.” He moved his hand a little downward, caressing her already wet folds. “Spanked, yes. Pleased, yes. But you are not getting off tonight, darling.” “What do you mean?” “You heard me.” He began stroking her as his other hand caressed his hard length. He moved closed to her. “Control.” He whispered into her ear as he pushed her knees wider and gave her ass a resounding smack

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.