Spanked By My Husband Novels & Stories

“You'll be coming to this place, my private residence, once in a while, but I need you to fully stay at the family house, where my spoiled lazy son stayed.” That's right. All through the five months I was married to him, Freddie,my ex husband doesn't do anything at all. Apart from carrying girls. “I want you to go inside that house, make their life a living hell.” The words brought out so much joy inside of me. I can't believe it is finally time for me to take my revenge on them. **** The next day, I stood in front of the mansion again, the same place I was thrown out like a trash, I'm about to return there as somebody. Someone powerful.

“Shut the fuck up and take it. This married cunt belongs to your stepbrother now.” He fucked me like he hated me — hard, deep, merciless strokes that made my tits bounce violently. The wet, obscene slapping of his balls against my clit filled the room. “You’re nothing but a set of holes for me,” he snarled, spanking my ass red. “Your husband thinks he married a pure, innocent girl. He has no idea I already turned his wife into my personal cumdump.” Tears streamed down my face from the intensity, but my pussy was gushing around him.

He leaned forward and snarled, really snarled at me, “Don’t ever talk about yourself that way. I would murder someone else if they said such a thing about you, but I will spank your ass if I hear you say it again.” I cross my arms and growl, “Really, threatening to hit someone who just got assaulted, must make you feel like such a man.” He glared back at me, “Baby you know the difference between getting assaulted and getting spanked for being a bad girl. Now, are you going to tell me or will I have to ask Aria?” I push my hand through my hair, rolling my eyes, “My ex husband just beat the shit out of me this morning. I just got out of the fucking e.r. So can you please just leave me the fuck

I had adored it. I raised my ass towards him, wanting him to spank me with the belt. I trusted him. I trusted Ethan. My husband. I smiled and groaned into the sheets when the first smack resonated through the room, my skin burning and itching with pain. After a few seconds, Ethan spanked my other cheek, my body shuddering, rocking with the sharp hit. “Breathe, Bella,” he whispered softly, rubbing his palm over my scorched skin. My fingers tightened over the sheets when he pulled away, delivering four spanks on alternative cheeks. Tears were blurring my vision when I cried out his name. I heard the thud of belt falling on the floor as Ethan stepped towards me, holding my neck and soothing the

I spanked her four times. "Where?” "Plant under my window.” "Good girl. Now count to ten,” I said as I spanked her continuously. " Seven” she moaned, grinding her pussy against my thigh. "Ten,’’ she said finally. I rub my hands over her ass and then slide down to her soaking pussy. So my wife gets off on pain, huh. I rub her clit gently then sink a finger inside her.

It took him some seconds to process that Mark had carried him on his shoulder. “You, what are you doing?” Angelo began to; struggle because of the awkward position that; he was forced into- by Mark. “Put me down.” “No can do and please stop struggling,” Mark then spank the buttocks of his wife. “You pervert!” Angelo shouted as Mark had spanked him on his buttocks. “How dare you touch my butt. I’m going to sue you!” Mark then slapped the buttocks of his wife another time, “I told you to stop struggling. A wife that is disobedient needs to be punished.”

It definitely is. Knowing his next move, I prepared myself to take him into me. I know how huge, long and heavy he is. He is my husband. I just have to take it. ' You mean your fake husband ' A tiny voice in my head reminded me. Unexpectedly, he made me turn on my back and my ass up in the air. He spanked me as hard as I don't expected. It sent pain rippling into me. Pain mixed with pleasure. Oh jeez! He held my legs apart and before I could take the next breath, he had already slammed hard into me.

"Well then why don't you lie over my lap and lift up your skirt." I rolled over his knees and looked over at the guys as I pulled the skirt up over my firm round ass. "OK, I am going to spank you now, but I need your help. Daddy sometimes has trouble remembering how many times he has paddled you, so I want you to count out each one up to five." "Yes, daddy." He raised up his right hand and swung it down over my exposed flesh. I yelped "One." Again he swung down, this time on my left cheek. "Two."

Prologue “How dare you speak to me like that you ungrateful bitch? I am your husband! You are bound to me, and I am sick and tired of your excuses!” The slap is precise and hard, snapping my face to the side with its force. The tears in my eyes don't spill, because I know if they do he’ll just be even angrier than he is.

Logan doesn’t like when I call him by his name. When we are in front of people and have to act like a sweet couple, I can call him by his name. But when we are alone, I have to call him alpha. Otherwise, he would punish me. I get punishment every day, as my husband rapes me every night. But when he is angry, the punishment takes a unique method. Like spanking, whipping, choking. I never enjoy our sexual acts. But when the punishment was added, it became more difficult. And it doesn’t matter how much I get punished, the next morning I have to act like a loving couple in front of everyone.