Spanked By My Husband Novels & Stories

His warning sends a direct twitch between my thighs. Fuck! I really want him to do that with me. Bound naked in the bathtub and completely at the mercy of my husband, it’s a turn-on. He spanks me again, asking, “Will you tease your husband again?” “Yes, I’ll.” I deliberately close my legs and respond, moaning. “You know, husband, how much I love to tease you.” I wink at him over my shoulder. “I think,” he says, stepping out of the bathtub. “I have to tie you up.”

I whimpered, my eyes going wide knowing this was insane. Fucking insane. How the hell am I supposed to go back to that party like this—clothes ruined, body burning—and why the fuck did I love the sound of it tearing? "I asked a fucking question. Does your husband spank you like this?" Another spank. My eyes rolled deep into my head. "No...fuck no, he doesn't...he fucking..." The rest of my words died in my throat as he pulled my leg apart and two thick fingers shoved into me—deep, hard, like he didn’t believe in gentleness.

I pulled two of his buttons, then shoved my hands on his chest. His lips tasted divine, but I guess he didn’t find mine as alluring. He pulled away immediately, then pulled me by my knees so I was suspended on his shoulders, then he spanked my ass. “Don’t do that in public,” he spanked me again as he took me out of the bar and then into a car. All throughout the car ride, I laid on his thighs, saying everything that came to mind. “I miss mom; what if that prick of a husband does something to her again?” I said.

—---------sophie’s pov—-------- This was the first time in my entire life that I had been spanked. And it wasn’t just anyone—it was *him*, my husband. The deep, sharp sting on my backside didn’t last long, but the shame lingered, swelling like a tidal wave inside me. My face burned hot, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to cry or scream. Dominic’s voice came from behind me, low and steady, but chilling. “Do you know you’re wrong?”

I couldn't imagine what my husband Aaden would have thought if I'd come home and told him that I'd let my boss spank me. "Of course, I'll supervise. Wouldn't want you go to go easy on yourself!" I nodded, and tried to smile, but for some reason I just wasn't in the smiling mood. "Now, sir?" "No time like the present." I looked around the room. I'd never been spanked before - not as a child, not in the bedroom with my husband - and I'd certainly never spanked myself. Leaning forward over Mr. Peterson's desk, I spread my legs slightly and nervously raised my hand.

It was quite clear that he was definitely enjoying my ordeal. "How many spanks do you think would suffice for these mistakes?" He asked. "I am not a kid that you will spank," I retaliated. "You are everything that I want you to be," he shot back, his words dripping with possessiveness, "and be glad that I am leaving you just by spanking." What a joke! "I believe five spanks for each mistake should suffice to start," His hand pressed against my buttock, a chilling sensation that sent shivers down my spine. "Now, count for me."

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.”

I replied and he chuckled hard. I’m his wife, right? But as silly and weird as it sounds, I wanted to have a taste of what his real sl*ut was enjoying. Maybe that would help me understand what’s so special about their bond and relationship. “But you’re not my sl*ut, you’re my wife…” he whispered against my skin. “For this morning, I am…” I replied and, without saying a word, he spanked me hard again, sending a sting of sweet pain through my body.

Bill spun her away from him, so she'd stop trying to figure him out and bent her over the desk. He was in charge. Manipulating her body to do his bidding. So why did he feel naked in front of a crowd with his dick in his hand? “My fucking wife. Mine," he growled through gritted teeth, holding onto his sanity by a thread. He kicked her feet wide. His palm cracked across her ass, once, twice, three times, turning the skin hot and pink. Images of Dean touching her taunted him. The spanking continued. "Stop being such a fucking asshole," she grunted, but his stinging touch felt like her oxygen.

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.”