Spanked By My Husband Novels & Stories

Swiping her hair from her forehead, I make her free and fucking her like I owned every bit of her, I watch my wife break as I rub her clit. Carrying London to the bathroom, I turned on the shower and let the water run down our body. London starts laughing and I look at her quizically. "Is this funny to you?" I ask spanking her pussy. "Ouch! Owwie! No daddy, it is not funny," she cries out softly, her eyes unfocused. "What is then?" I question curling upward in a friend. "The way you are looking at me, Daddy. Like this is the last time," she says.

I cried out, gripping the edge of the desk as he destroyed me. “Take this dick,” he grunted, pounding me hard. “This is what you came here for, right? Getting fucked better than your useless husband ever could.” “Yes!” I moaned loudly. “Harder, Derrick. Ruin his wife’s pussy. Make it yours.” He spanked my ass hard, the sound echoing through the office. Then again. And again. Each slap sent pleasure shooting through me. “You’re creaming all over my cock,” he groaned. “Such a wet, sloppy married slut.”

I sat there in the armchair for a long time after she was gone, staring at the closed door, my hand still tingling from the contact. What the fuck had I just done? I'd spanked her. I'd actually spanked her. Pulled her across my lap like a child and spanked her while she cried and counted. This was insane. This was crossing every line I'd told myself I wouldn't cross. But I couldn't bring myself to regret it. She'd needed to understand. Needed to know that this marriage meant something to me, contract or not. Needed to know that she was mine and I didn't share.

I feel hot from the inside out as the memories from last night gradually find their way back into my head. I remember everything. Last night, my mafia husband disciplined me because I tried to run away from him. But the punishment wasn’t the only thing he gave me — I’m afraid he gave me one of the best orgasms of my life too. His fingers sinking into my drenched heat made my pulse quicken and a lump lodge in my throat. All the overwhelming pleasure he offered me after spanking me multiple times crashes down on me like a tidal wave, and I feel a slick wetness between my thighs at the memories.

My voice came out all breathy and broken. “Yeah you like that huh. You want your husband’s brother to wreck this married cunt on your honeymoon balcony while he sleeps right there.” He gripped my ass tighter, spanking one cheek hard then the other and started thrusting up to meet me with powerful strokes. Every time I came down he drove up and his thick cock slammed against that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. The wet slapping sounds of skin on skin and my pussy juices smacking against his balls were so loud I worried for a second but the thrill of getting caught only made me wetter.

"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.

he said when he got to the table and kissed my lips. “Good morning workaholic,” I smiled at him and kissed his lips again. He pulled me closer as he wanted to pull me more into the kiss but stopped at the sound of groans from the table. “Ewww,” “Dad” Richard and Raymond groaned while Ryan just smiled. I laughed and pulled away from him. “She is my wife; hope you know that, boys?” He asked, taking his seat at the head of the table. “We know that but you don't have to show us every time,” Richard said, rolling his eyes.

“Maybe I should be the one asking you what you're doing here.” “You’re married now,” she said coldly. “You have only one home. With your husband.” That did it. I felt the anger rise all over again, stronger than before. My chest got tight, and my face burned. “You need to go back,” she said, as if she were the one in charge of my life. I had enough. “If you don’t leave my house right now, I’ll call security,” I warned, my voice shaking from rage. She didn’t flinch. She just smiled, like she found me funny.

"I won’t let this slide," Ivy muttered under her breath, striding purposefully through the front yard of her house. "Why am I the one being thrown out?" Her fists clenched tightly at her sides, the memory of that night—the night she caught her husband in bed with another woman—flashing back with cruel clarity, reigniting the fury inside her.

“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.”