Novel & Cerita Spanked By My Wife

“You’re my personal whore now. Say it.” “I’m your whore… your stepmom whore!” she gasped, her voice breaking with pleasure. He flipped her over roughly onto all fours and slammed back inside her from behind. He spanked her ass hard, leaving bright red marks. “Look at this fat ass jiggling for me,” he growled, spanking her again. “I’m going to breed this married pussy every single day. Fill you with so much cum you’ll be leaking for hours while you cook dinner.” Victoria pushed her ass back against him, meeting his brutal thrusts. “Yes… breed me… pump your stepmom full of cum… make me pregnant with your baby!”

she gasped, pushing back against me. I spanked her right ass cheek hard, the sharp crack ringing out over the water. Her flesh jiggled deliciously, turning a pretty pink almost instantly. I alternated between cheeks, spanking her in a steady rhythm. Elena pushed back onto my cock eagerly, meeting every powerful thrust with equal fervor. “Spank me more! I’ve been such a bad mommy letting my son’s best friend breed me like this,” she whimpered, her voice breaking with pleasure.

Not the warmth, not the practised softness, not the woman who had held my face in her hands three weeks ago and called me beautiful and called her son lucky. This was a different face entirely. “You,” she said. I did not have time to answer. She crossed the last of the distance between us and slapped me across the face. It was not a gesture. It was not theatre. It was a full, hard slap with the whole arm behind it, and the sound of it cracked through the cool hall, and my head turned with it and my cheek bloomed hot and my eyes stung before I had decided anything at all. “You are not a wife,” Margaret said.

What kind of reason could justify a bodyguard slapping her employer’s husband in front of so many people? “What kind of reason is so important that it can’t be talked about in private? Why did he have to do this today and at my wedding?” My voice trembled, and I felt the rage nearly burn through my chest. “Well, maybe you really did something? Mr. Martin isn’t an unreasonable person.” I stared at Mom in disbelief. How was this my fault when I had been slapped? What could I have done? All I had done today was attend my own wedding. “What have I done? Tell me then, what have I done?” I questioned her. My voice grew louder, riling the guests up once again.

In the past, I would never have believed that there would come a day when Snow would actually try to stop me. She even sounded a little panicked. In this relationship, Snow and Richard were always the ones in control. The moment I showed the slightest dissatisfaction, I became the “ungrateful husband” who could not understand her. No matter how much love I had for her, it was worn down day after day. Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man.

and again I cut him off with a slap. "That was for looking down on me, and this" with the other hand I slap him again, hard. "Is for disrespecting me" for the last one I slap him again with the other hand "And that? Is because I'm angry so madly angry with you. I am your wife Jaden, your wife! How can you dare to talk to your wife like that?" With teary eyes I slightly pushed him. I feel like I'm weak. The things that mommy ally taught me had vanished from my head. "I am your wife and you have the will to treat me like this? How dare you!"

Brandon has a smile on his face, “You’re tone. I guess Maxwell keeps you covered up for a reason.” “Don’t touch me again,” I say in a cold voice. I grab the remaining dishes and take them into the kitchen. I’m shaking after my encounter with Brandon. How far has Max told him to go? Will they hurt me? I jump when Max enters the kitchen. He looks angry. “What is wrong with you?” Is he mad about my reaction to Brandon? “I…um…” “I told you that when people are around, you should be a doting wife. That means if another man puts his hand on you, you slap him. Do you not understand how disrespectful that was to me?” Max asks.

I explain passionately. “Oh, so you can spank me but you can’t pretend to fight me?” Selene questions coyly. Chuckling darkly I answer, “those are very different things.” My wife has mentioned her spanking so frequently I’m beginning to think she wants another. “You earned the spanking.” I remind her huskily. “You could never earn an attack.” Pouting, Selene shifts restlessly against me, tempting me to no end, “Please just give it one more try?” She begs, trailing her slender fingers down my chest.

She hissed. I just hugged her and put my head around its neck and smelled it. I could hear her gasped. "Maru!" She called me. “Don’t be angry with me wife please. I can’t be still knowing that you are angry with me.” I said while I tighten my hug. “If you really can’t respect my friend then start to train yourself to sleep alone.” She said in a serious tone. My wife pushed me hard and got out of bed. She returned to our room and I followed her.

I wait for the other shoe to drop, for my wife to judge me, but it means I don't know my wife as well as I believe to do. "I want to kill him myself," she spits out. My eyes must have looked like saucers at how shocked I was because London giggled, a clear indication that she was enjoying herself at my expense. I flip her on her back and push her hands above her head. With my knee, I spread her legs, making room for myself. "I'll spank you until you can sit for a week if you ever mutter those words again," I warn her my voice nothing but business.