Spanked By Husband Novels & Stories

“What the fuck is your problem?” “Do I look like one of your whores you order around?” I ask him. He lifts me off the bed. He pushes me down on the bed on my stomach. When I try to get back up, he pushes me. “A bad wife needs to be punished, doesn’t she?” he asks. “Damien if you don’t get the fuck off me…” I warn him. {SPANK} The mother fucker spanked me. He actually spanked me. “Get ready baby…” he says seconds before he slams into me.

Erin Greer values a good joke more than boundaries. She always says that we have to keep things fun if we want our relationship to last. So she and her childhood friend, Mark Levine, have a standing arrangement. They will orchestrate a surprise every year on our wedding anniversary—with all their friends playing along—just to see if I'll fall for it. Three years ago, she told Mark in front of me that she regretted marrying me. When I turned to leave, she laughed and pulled me back, saying I was too easily teased. Two years ago, she had Mark put divorce papers beside my pillow. After I signed them with a trembling hand, she laughed and said it was just a prank. Last year, she and Mark hel

"Do you think I'll be fooled? Today, I'm not just going to spank you; I will spank you heavily! What did I tell you before I left? You're not allowed to look at others. How many times have you looked?" Hearing this, Renee trembled in her heart. Gosh, this time Dante had made up his mind. It seemed that he really wanted to spank her hard. Would her ass survive from this? It would definitely turn into a braised pig buttock! It seemed that she had to play the trump card. Seeing that his hand was about to fall, Renee shouted, "Husband!" "Excuse me?" Dante stopped immediately and looked at her in shock, suspecting that he had misheard.

“So, have you put a baby in her yet?” “No!” Luke and I both blurt out in unison, startled. The old man frowns, looking disappointed. “Why? Don’t know where to put it?” Luke crouches down in front of him, his expression a mix of frustration and determination. “Look, Julie’s had a rough day. Could you try not to make it worse?” “What happened to her?” Javier asks. “Did she get robbed?” Funny enough, that sounds exactly like what happened. But Luke says, “She’s going through a separation from her husband.”

I will not be your wife again. I screamed as he gave me a hard tug, forcing me over his knee, then he threw my evening dress over my head and spanked me hard. It was not the sexy teasing spanking he had given me occasionally when we were married; it was a punishment, and it fucking hurt. For a brief minute I was frozen in shock, and then my anger exploded. I fought tooth and nail, screaming as he beat me; it was no use; he held me down easily. When he had finished, he allowed me to sit back up, and I instantly pulled myself as far away from him as I could. I was trembling all over, but not with fear as Killian thought. 'I warned you, little wife. Defy me, and you will be punished. I expect t

He spanked me again, harder, the sound echoing through the studio. “You were warned, Lara,” he snarled, spanking me repeatedly. *CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.* Each brutal slap made my ass jiggle and burn. “I told you not to touch yourself. Now look at you — bent over like a cheap whore in front of my actors, your slutty little cunt dripping all over the floor.” The couple was completely frozen, watching wide-eyed as my stepfather spanked my bare ass mercilessly. The humiliation was overwhelming… and it made me cum harder than I ever had in my life.

"I'd do anything to keep you safe and make you happy as long as it doesn't involve letting you go. I don't care what you think in that little mind of yours, but there's no option for you other than being my wife." Another spank. It was so painful that I caught my breath in a gasp, the immediate shock rushing through every cell in my body. I twisted around, kicking out with my shoes, trying to move away. He put one knee on my left thigh, pinning me even more tightly so that I couldn’t even wriggle, and the spank came down unforgivingly on my ass again and again. The sting spread across my ass cheeks, making them pound in severe pain.

“You need heat for your back and ice for your ass.” “Romantic,” I grinned, cheeks still pink. “You’re such a gentleman.” “I fucked my wife through a mirror last night until she cried blood,” he deadpanned. “I think we’re past ‘gentleman.’” I blushed, biting back a laugh. “Okay, fine. My sadistic caveman husband.” “I’ll be right back, sunshine,” he said. “Don’t move or I swear to God, I’ll spank you on the other side.”

He hits firmly and precisely, without using full force, making the skin redden and sting. "Tell me what you did wrong," he asks in an authoritative voice. He spanks me again. I groan. "I should have told you what was going on." "Why should you tell me?" he asks. Another spank. "Because you're my husband," I answer between moans. "And we have no secrets." "Good," he says. Only then he stops spanking me. His hand slips between my buttocks. His fingers slip between my legs and soon discover my wetness.

He leaned forward and snarled, really snarled at me, “Don’t ever talk about yourself that way. I would murder someone else if they said such a thing about you, but I will spank your ass if I hear you say it again.” I cross my arms and growl, “Really, threatening to hit someone who just got assaulted, must make you feel like such a man.” He glared back at me, “Baby you know the difference between getting assaulted and getting spanked for being a bad girl. Now, are you going to tell me or will I have to ask Aria?” I push my hand through my hair, rolling my eyes, “My ex husband just beat the shit out of me this morning. I just got out of the fucking e.r. So can you please just leave me the fuck