Spanked By Husband Novels & Stories

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.”

I twisted one hard between my fingers until she whimpered. “Pathetic,” I spat, yanking her head back by her hair. “Your husband can't satisfy you, so you crawl to me. Five fucking years, and you still can’t stop spreading your legs.” Her eyes rolled back, voice filled with lust. “Because no one fucks me like you. No one, Daddy.” I spanked her hard across the ass. The sound echoed in the office, skin turning red. She squealed, but her pussy clenched around my fingers tighter, loving the pain.

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.

I thought, perplexed, Where does he come up with these things at a time like this? "I think it’s a good option," he said, sounding thoughtful. "If you’re angry with me, that same night, you have to spank me right away, that way you release your anger and I can relax..." he said nonchalantly, shrugging. "Ha, ha, ha," I burst out laughing. I couldn’t keep up with my husband’s fantasies. "And what happens if it’s you who’s angry?" "We can try it too," he raised an eyebrow mischievously. "We don’t know if you might end up liking the spanking as well, and I promise to be very careful."

I felt like working in an office or something, wear a fucking suit but then I didn’t quite appreciate seeing this wife of mine. If I could even find a day and night job and not see her at all. She walked into the living room. “You’re home.” She cooed, hurrying up to me. “What happened to your face, honey?” Alora asked, cupping my cheek. “It’s nothing.” “This doesn’t look like nothing. You got into a fight? Who dare put their filthy hands on my husband?!” Even when she tried to be sweet, I still found her annoying. I didn’t even know why.

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

I called him back to come to the shop with my phone and I was in my office, then I called Aaron to come and keep me company if he was not busy. He didn't take time before arriving. “ Hi, I was so worried about you, I hope your husband didn't cause any trouble at home. I called and you didn't pick”. That was Aaron. “ Thanks for your concern, I appreciate it so much. He didn't cause more trouble at home, we settled it amicably. As you know, my parents followed me home and they were able to talk some sense into him and he apologised”. I had to lie, I can't let him know I married a woman beater.

Every word made her tighten around me. A small smile tugged at my lips. “My wife has a kink, I see.” Ian is going to love this side of her. So fucking much. I pulled out, my breath ragged. “Turn over.” She obeyed instantly, flipping onto her stomach, pulling her ass in the air. Her face pressed against the sheet, back arched perfectly for me. I spanked her ass hard. “My obedient little wife.” Fingers finding their way into her hole.

He pulled me over to his side and had me on my knees in his garage within seconds. “Suck it,” he ordered. “Clean your neighbor’s married cock.” I took him deep, tasting both of us. He fucked my face gently at first, then harder, holding my head as he used my throat. “Good girl,” he groaned. “Such a perfect little cocksucker.” He pulled me up, bent me over his workbench, and slammed back inside me. “Tell me how much you love this,” he demanded, spanking me. “I love it,” I moaned. “I love getting fucked by my married neighbor while his wife sleeps upstairs.”

But a faggot is always a faggot, because with even stroking his dick, he was already cumming like a broken faucet as he watched his wife being used properly in a way he could never do it. "Harder daddy, fuck your married little slut, ruin my married pussy!" Cindy begged, pushing back against him. Chinedu spanked her ass hard, leaving red handprints. "Of course i will do that, my married whore. Now tell me slut, between me and your faggot husband who is much better I running your slutty hole." "You daddy you are so much better.” Cindy moaned. “His little dick never hits my spots like this. I'm going to cum already fuck me daddy." She moaned harder and louder.