Spanked By My Wife Novels & Stories

He pulled her harshly “Ahh!” “That's right!”he smirked “WHat are you doing?” she looked at him “SO! Dear wife, be ready as your Daddy is going to be a little harsh today and make you learn what are the repercussions of your one ill treatment towards my Queen.” She shivered so pulled away and said “I was in an emotional mess.” “Not my problem, you should remind yourself who you are?”saying that he spanked her hard, making her jump. Her hand involuntarily reached to her right bump to caress.

Each word was punctuated with a hard slap to my ass which was already heating up. "Jake cut it out." There were tears because those things stung but inside I was jumping for joy. My man was back and boy was he ever. After spanking my ass he threw me face down on the bed and tore my panties down my thighs. I looked over my shoulder to see him unzipping his jeans. "Don't you fucking move or it's gonna be your ass." I turned my head back around and bit my lip to stifle my laughter. His big hands came around my hips and he pulled just my ass up. I felt his tongue enter me from behind and started cumming immediately. After he'd made me cum in his mouth twice he licked the red welts his hands had

“I don’t give a fuck what was going on. I don’t care if we were fighting or arguing, but I am your husband, Anna, and I deserve to know if my wife had flown across the country. A wife who is still recovering!” “Yes, I am sorry.” I lowered my head, suddenly feeling shame. “Sorry doesn't cut it, Anna. He pressed on, and I nodded, unable to defend myself. We stood there for what felt like an hour before he spoke again. “You will be punished?” He suddenly declared, and my breath hitched. “Punished?” My head tilted in question, heart pounding so loud as my brain conjured all forms of punishment, and none of them looked pleasing. “Yes.” He bit, his fingers slowly encasing my wrist and pulling me i

Spark asked. "You mean...my wife?" Chad scoffed at Spark, emphasizing the word "wife." Chad wanted to gain the upper hand by annoying Spark, And it was clear that his tactic was working. "You still have no shame, to call her your wife?" Spark retorted.

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently? “We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we? “She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?” Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

“You’re serious.” “Completely.” Smack, smack, smack. “You really think I’m going to let you…hit me?” “Not hit you. Spank you. Big difference. Losing your temper and throwing your boot at me proved you need to learn there are consequences for acting out against me.” Smack, smack, smack. “No. Way. You are fucking delusional.” The continual smack, smack, smack was wearing on her nerves. “I haven’t been spanked since I was about six years old.”

He hits firmly and precisely, without using full force, making the skin redden and sting. "Tell me what you did wrong," he asks in an authoritative voice. He spanks me again. I groan. "I should have told you what was going on." "Why should you tell me?" he asks. Another spank. "Because you're my husband," I answer between moans. "And we have no secrets." "Good," he says. Only then he stops spanking me. His hand slips between my buttocks. His fingers slip between my legs and soon discover my wetness.

I stated the obvious "You are not allowed to forget that you are my wife, even when you are unconscious. The only name that you are going to moan, day and night is only mine." He grabbed my butt with his large palm as if he owned it. "I will take care of that from now on, but for now, let me go, please." I wanted to get free from this grip as soon as possible because the thing he was doing was painful and humiliating at the same time. I am not a kid; he would spank me. When I thought that he would Now listen to me, I heard him clicking his tongue against his cheek. "I can't let this thing go unpunished!"

I couldn't imagine what my husband Aaden would have thought if I'd come home and told him that I'd let my boss spank me. "Of course, I'll supervise. Wouldn't want you go to go easy on yourself!" I nodded, and tried to smile, but for some reason I just wasn't in the smiling mood. "Now, sir?" "No time like the present." I looked around the room. I'd never been spanked before - not as a child, not in the bedroom with my husband - and I'd certainly never spanked myself. Leaning forward over Mr. Peterson's desk, I spread my legs slightly and nervously raised my hand.

Every word made her tighten around me. A small smile tugged at my lips. “My wife has a kink, I see.” Ian is going to love this side of her. So fucking much. I pulled out, my breath ragged. “Turn over.” She obeyed instantly, flipping onto her stomach, pulling her ass in the air. Her face pressed against the sheet, back arched perfectly for me. I spanked her ass hard. “My obedient little wife.” Fingers finding their way into her hole.