Spanked By My Husband Novels & Stories

“Thank god. He was so sweet at first. Then he walked into the dressing room, I could have sworn the man was vibrating with rage, but from the look of you I can see it was lust.” Blushing, I shake my head. “No, you had it right the first time. It was rage.” Her eyes run over me. “Ah, he’s one of those.” She sighs. “My husband is the same. Kind of a daddy dom. Spanking, punishment, using you, leaving you gasping for air when you’re bad. But when you’re a good girl he takes care of everything you could possibly need or want—even things you don’t think of yourself. Then he also makes you come so hard you see stars.”

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 could feel the bulge beneath my ribs growing with every smack he gave me. “What the hell is wrong with you?” standing up. My ass stings, and I’m sure it’s as red as a tomato. I stared at my husband. I was angry that he was spanking me. I wanted to show him I was annoyed with the spanking, but fuck, the man looks like he just stepped out of a magazine with his thick black hair that falls in his eyes, abs that make me want to run my fingers down, and those V muscles that lead to something I desperately want to feel inside me. Just looking at him makes me wet. Unknowingly, to me instead of fighting him for spanking me.

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.

“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.

, she said, finally pulling herself out of her reverie. “That we shouldn’t consummate our marriage?”, he asked, his smirk broadening. “Yeah”, she answered. “It doesn’t mean you can’t be punished for disobedience”, he said and in the blink of an eye, she was on his shoulder and his hands were on her bottom. ‘Whack!’ she felt a spank and let out a yelp because she wasn’t expecting it but the second time he spanked her, she couldn’t help but let out a moan.

“What are you doing with your father’s inheritance?” “Didn’t you leave already?” I fought to remain calm as I put the envelope back into the safe. He walked over to me and sat on the edge of the bed, holding my face with both hands and eyes full of concern. “Something feels off with you today. Are you unwell?” His brown eyes were utterly devoted. If I had not seen his marriage records myself, I would have believed that he was still the man who held the umbrella for me on those rainy nights. “I don’t want to take in those two kids. Let’s raise our own baby instead, can we?”

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.

he said, and followed up with a two weak spank on each cheek. “Yes, you saw your step daddy jerking and stroking himself while mentioning your name, but how dare you look into his eyes and told him to fuck you!" He gave her another spank. It was hurting Sandra a bit, but she liked it. She loved how her step daddy's hand was spanking her ass. “how can you tell your step daddy to divorce his lovely wife!” he said and tugged his finger on her pantie, then pulled her pantie down to the middle of her thigh. At this moment, her whole ass was exposed to him.

“Or harder?” “Harder,” I pleaded. “Fuck me like you hate me." You’re such a filthy slut for me,” he growled, spanking my ass hard enough to leave a mark. “Begging your daddy-in-law to pound this pussy. What would your husband say if he knew?” The thought sent a thrill through me, but I was too lost in pleasure to care. “He’d… oh fuck… he’d be jealous. Because you fuck me so much better.” “That’s right,” he agreed, his pace merciless. "Take it all. I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight, until every time you sit down, you remember who owns this pussy.”