Novel & Cerita Spanked By My Husband

Alice’s POV How about I give you a baby?” I turned my head to look at my husband beside me and tried to cl“imb onto his chest with my hands to caress it. “Alice, how many times have I told you,” he drawled while getting out of the bed, his voice clipped and irritated. “It was my grandfather’s wish that I marry you. Don’t try to tie me down with a child” I sat up, clutching the sheets, trying not to let the sting show on my face. “I didn’t mean it like that,” I murmured, biting my lip to keep the tremor in my voice from escaping. “I wasn’t trying to trap you.”

I moaned. "That's right baby," he cooed. "Keep rubbing your slut button. I've never had a white girl who didn't love getting spanked. I'm going to spank you until you can bury my cock inside of you." Then he spoke to Richard again. "Your wife is a hot piece of ass. She's definitely going to cum before I'm balls deep. I bet you have a lot of fun with her."

Amber. His free hand cracked down on my ass, sharp, stinging. I screamed, my pussy clamping down so hard he groaned. “Again,” I begged. “Please, mark me.” He spanked me harder, left cheek, right cheek, over and over until my skin burned bright red. Each slap drove me higher, made me wetter, made my clit throb so violently I thought I’d cum untouched. “Gonna fill this cunt,” he panted. “Gonna pump you so full it leaks down your thighs for days. Everyone who sees you will smell me on you. They’ll know you’ve been fucked raw by your fucking husband to be.”

"On your knees. Bent over my desk. Taking every inch of my cock like a good little slut." Another spank, harder this time. I cry out, my pussy clenching around him. "Your husband is never going to fuck you like this, is he? Never going to make you scream. Never going to ruin this cunt the way I'm going to ruin it." "No — never — you're so much better—"

He spins me again, bends me over the toilet lid, and drives back in from behind. No mercy now. He fucks me like he’s trying to punish me for almost getting caught, hips slamming, hand fisted in my hair, the other spanking my ass raw. Every thrust forces a choked sob from my throat. “Take it,” he hisses. “Take your father-in-law’s cock while your husband walks away like a fucking idiot.” I come again, harder than before, squirting so violently it splashes the toilet tank.

He pulled out suddenly, breathing hard. “Up,” he said. He led me to the padded bench, bent me over it, and secured my wrists in soft leather cuffs. My ass was raised, completely exposed. He spread my legs wider, then stepped back to admire me. “Beautiful,” he murmured. He ran his hand over my ass, then spanked me sharply. I gasped at the sting, my pussy clenching. “You like that?” he asked, spanking me again, harder. “Your husband’s rival spanking your pretty ass while you drip for him.”

I groaned impatiently, " Vincenzo..you...you..." He bent his head down to whisper in my ears, my ass stinging in pain, " Hmm? This is my way of torturing you, darling. You can't even complain to our dear grandpa, can you?" BASTARD!! I felt frustrated with him in anger. He was using his husband's rights and I could do nothing about it. I couldn't possibly say to Grandpa Michael that he had spanked me. Another whimper left my lips when he landed a second slap on my ass.

Instead, her voice was provocative: “Is that the best you can do, husband?” The next spank was my hardest yet, the sound of my hand on her ass echoing through the room as she moaned—whether from pain or pleasure, I wasn’t sure—driving me wild. Her sensitive skin reddened instantly, and I started stroking myself while spanking her, hard enough to arouse her but not to hurt her. I already had a bite to deal with, which still pissed me off thinking about how long it took to heal. Not to mention Pumpkin’s knees, still raw in places, probably uncomfortable and painful, though she never complained.

he spanks me, forcing my eyes open, before leaving. Holy fúcking shít, I just cheated on my husband.

“I will have you all beg for death. That’s my promise to you and your reeking, crippled hus…” I couldn’t hold back the burning anger I always felt whenever he reminded me of the misfortune that struck my home 2 years ago. “You don’t dare call my husband, crippled, ever again!!” I slapped his left cheek with so much strength that I cringed due to how hard his face was, leaving my hand hurting.