Spanked By My Wife Novelas e Histórias

“Don't be a flirt.” “You were the one who told me to do it more naturally.” She crosses her arm, glaring at me. “Make up your mind.” “If we were at the camp, you would be punished for that.” “But we aren't.” “Watch it, June.” “Pretty sure a husband doesn't talk to his wife like that.” “I do. Especially when I'm married to a brat that deserves a thorough spanking.” Her face flushes red and her lips clamp shut. She clears her throat before standing. “I'm going to check if Maria needs something.”

“Fuck, if you weren’t sick, I’d spend the entire night proving to you just how deserving you are.” She shivered from those words. “Oh yeah?” she looked up at me, biting down lightly on her lip to conceal her smile. “How would you do that?” I would’ve taken her into the Tether room, tied her up just the way she liked and… Fucking hell. The things I wanted to do to this woman. My wife. I smirked, delivering a light spank to her ass. “Feel better first, and then we can talk about it.” She rolled her eyes at me, and for a moment, she stared at me with a light in her eyes.

He shouldn't know that he was turning me on. I felt guilty from within. Why the fuck was I getting turned on by my husband who was so cold and ruthless? He was my enemy who loved treating me badly. Running the tip of his nose across my cheek, he said huskily, “When Xander wants something, he will get it by hook or crook!” My body was shuddering, and I couldn't hold myself stronger. Fuck! Was I melting away? “Ahm…” I moaned a little when a spank was delivered to my buttocks.

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.”

CASSIE POV Glaring at Jacob only seemed to make him happier. It hurt to sit. My butt felt swollen and hot. He’d never spanked me before. Not like that, at least. That was angry, and infuriating. Who was he to be mad at me?! I was his perfect wife! I cooked! I cleaned! I forgave every unimaginable indiscretion. I slept with him regularly, even when the sight of him disgusted me. And he had the audacity to be mad at me?!

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.

“Not in the conventional sense, as if any of it is conventional. It is more of a control issue than being dominant; however, I guess it is one in the same. I’ve told you both times I did it I did not want to spank you. Spanking a woman’s ass adds a heightened layer to pleasure as pain is the same thing to the brain as pleasure. Punishment is nothing I have done in the past because I was not with a woman long enough for me to give a shit enough to correct her behavior if she did something I didn’t like. I simply never saw her again.” He frowns. “This marriage is it. Forever. You belong to me. Only death will free you from me, and if you go before me I’ll follow you into heaven or hell.” The w

He grabs my hips and pulls my ass up in the air and slams back into me from behind without warning. The angle is devastating. His cock hitting a different spot, deeper, and sharper. He spanks me, and the crack rings in the air. The sting blooms and races to my clit. "Yes!" I moan. "Again. Harder!" "You like being spanked in your home," he says, slapping my ass again. "While your husband is on a business trip?" "I love it," I cry out pathetically. "I love every second of it. Spank me again, Tyler."

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.

"Look at your little neighbor licking you clean while I fuck the soul out of you!" My wife looked down, seeing Sarah’s tongue buried deep in her pussy, and she let out a loud, filthy wail. "Yes! Fuck me! Suck me! I'm such a slut for you, Edwin! I'm your fucking whore!" The admission sent a jolt of electricity straight to my balls. I shifted my grip, reaching around to grab one of Lillian’s heavy, bouncing breasts, squeezing it with bruising force and pinching her nipple hard. At the same time, I raised my other hand and delivered a stinging, open-palmed spank across her right butt cheek.