Spanked By Husband Novels & Stories

She shouted as her patience ran out and pain became unbearable but I held her hands pinned behind her back as I kept spanking it harder and harder. "What did you think? We are husband and wife now so I won't punish you for defying me and will make love to you? You're so wrong babes because you made one hell of a mistake by running away " I told her as i kept spanking her ass more barbarously until it turned bleeding red.

As my pussy collided with my husband's sac, I struck a hand against Trisha's cheek, making her moan softly. She glanced over her shoulders, “Do it again. I need it please,” she pleaded and I swung my hand against her cheek again, gasping at the thick crown pushing and pulling out of me. My husband took the cue and started spanking me as well, making my core clenched tighter around him and the feeling of his veiny cock finding way through my tight core at every thrust made me groan in pleasure. “Let me feel Trisha's cunt on my cock, babe, come sit on my face,” My husband said and we swiftly made the exchange.

She wants my cock, she is in this house because of my cock. I’m not even sure why I am punishing her. Is it because my wife won’t let me see her and my son because of her? I could see the redness in her buttocks as a result of the spanks I had given her. I ignored her chanting my name. I got irritated. I yanked my cock off her pussy. “Get the hell out of here!” Her eyes widened in fear. "I’m not a big fan of repeating myself. Get out!” “Chris, I don’t have anywhere to go.”

she growled but made no move to pull away or to protect herself from another blow. My wife enjoys the occasional spanking in the heated throes of passion, and she's smacked my ass from time to time, as well. I admit that I kind of enjoyed that burning sensation, but it never felt like this! This was a hot poker jammed right into my crotch!

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

“Harder—please—” I gave it to her. Long, powerful strokes that bottomed out every time, my heavy balls slapping against her ass. Sweat dripped down my chest onto her tits. I was lost in her — the tight heat of her pussy, the way she screamed my name, the love and lust and surrender in her eyes even while cuffed and helpless. “You wanted spice, baby?” I grunted, spanking her ass lightly as I railed her. “This is it. Your husband losing control because you teased him too fucking good. I loved submitting to you… but I love claiming you more.”

My voice broke off. I can’t believe that I am spelling this as if I were talking to a child. “Having a fucking threesome isn’t going to fix a marriage…” “We have to try something,” he said, cutting me off. Was he hearing himself? Did he see how he sounded like a freaking hormonal teenager? “Therapy! Have you thought about that?” “Why talk when we could be using our mouths to do something far more interesting?” he grinned, walking closer to where I stood. I didn’t think it through. My hand raised, fast, angry as I slapped him across the face. Hard. The sound that echoed between us was the sound of the slap, the ringing that came from actually realising that he had been hurt.

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)

he demanded, biting her neck. “So much better!” Emma cried out, legs wrapped tightly around him. “Harder… Fuck me harder than my husband ever could!” Jax growled and pounded into her mercilessly, his rough hands gripping her ass as he railed her. He carried her to the living room, bent her over the expensive couch her husband had bought, and fucked her from behind even harder — spanking her ass red while he railed her. “I’m gonna fill this married pussy with my cum,” he growled. “Every day while your husband is gone, I’m coming back after work to breed you like the neglected little slut you are.”

"Be careful, honey or I might as well spank you bare-assed." "No. Please, don't." "Then, stay in position." I closed my eyes and dug my fingers on the floor, arching my back as he brought his hand several times, the sting turning into anguish. I closed my eyes as the punishment continued, smacking my upper thighs several times, the sound lingering in my ears. "Obedience. My dear stubborn wife. One day, you'll learn." He said and issued six more in rapid succession.