Spanked By My Wife Novels & Stories

“Hardin…” I shifted over her, slowly, until my body was above hers, pressing her into the mattress. My hand slid beneath her thigh, lifting it as I settled between them. “I think,” I whispered against her ear, “I want to spank my wife’s ass tonight.” She let out a breathy laugh, playful and shocked all at once. “You’re crazy.” “You love it,” I said, my lips brushing the shell of her ear before I pulled back just enough to look down at her.

—---------sophie’s pov—-------- This was the first time in my entire life that I had been spanked. And it wasn’t just anyone—it was *him*, my husband. The deep, sharp sting on my backside didn’t last long, but the shame lingered, swelling like a tidal wave inside me. My face burned hot, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to cry or scream. Dominic’s voice came from behind me, low and steady, but chilling. “Do you know you’re wrong?”

My wife is a freak, she loved my dirty talks and it’s about to make me implode inside of her. On my way to this safehouse I had just one intention spanking and punishing her for the stupid stunt she pulled by running off, she should know better than to try and run from me. A pakhan like me knows where to find just about anybody. Let alone my runaway new bride! I hadn't intended to claim her but fuck I couldn't hold back and now I was about the blow my shit out like a teenage boy who just fucked his first girl. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull us away from the wall. Still inside her, with her body tight against mine, her legs around my waist, I can feel every shudder, every tensing muscle.

“You need heat for your back and ice for your ass.” “Romantic,” I grinned, cheeks still pink. “You’re such a gentleman.” “I fucked my wife through a mirror last night until she cried blood,” he deadpanned. “I think we’re past ‘gentleman.’” I blushed, biting back a laugh. “Okay, fine. My sadistic caveman husband.” “I’ll be right back, sunshine,” he said. “Don’t move or I swear to God, I’ll spank you on the other side.”

I sat there in the armchair for a long time after she was gone, staring at the closed door, my hand still tingling from the contact. What the fuck had I just done? I'd spanked her. I'd actually spanked her. Pulled her across my lap like a child and spanked her while she cried and counted. This was insane. This was crossing every line I'd told myself I wouldn't cross. But I couldn't bring myself to regret it. She'd needed to understand. Needed to know that this marriage meant something to me, contract or not. Needed to know that she was mine and I didn't share.

Sebastian Vance stared at the flickering television screen, entranced by the image of Luna, his former wife, beaming with a fire that had long been extinguished in their shared life. The news anchor spoke of her recent success, a tribute to her resilience that only fueled the dark remnants of his obsession. He could feel the familiar burn in his chest of anger, jealousy, and an insatiable hunger to reclaim the control he once had.

she said. "Don't call me by my name, wife," he breathed. "No, don't...!" Another hard slap landed on her cheek ass. "What did I tell you?" "Hubby..." she cried. "Hubby, what?" "Y-Yes... Yes, hubby..." she choked on her own breath. He slapped her ass one more time before he gently caressed it to soothe the pain. "So submissive, I like it." He held her hair through his fingers and pulled her up to her knees, her back was pressing against his chest. "I'll spank you again and again if you try to disobey me, am I understood, kukla?" (doll)

“What the fuck is your problem?” “Do I look like one of your whores you order around?” I ask him. He lifts me off the bed. He pushes me down on the bed on my stomach. When I try to get back up, he pushes me. “A bad wife needs to be punished, doesn’t she?” he asks. “Damien if you don’t get the fuck off me…” I warn him. {SPANK} The mother fucker spanked me. He actually spanked me. “Get ready baby…” he says seconds before he slams into me.

He stared at me for a long moment, sipping his whiskey. “Turn around. Bend over the desk.” I obeyed, spreading my legs and arching my back, presenting my ass and still-slightly-swollen pussy to him. Marcus walked over slowly. His hand caressed my ass cheek before he delivered a sharp, stinging spank. “You went home to your husband last night with my cum inside you, didn’t you?” he asked, voice low and dangerous. “Yes, sir,” I whispered. He spanked me again, harder. “Did you fuck him?”

“You wouldn’t put me down! You’ve hit me plenty of times—so what if I hit you twice?” His eyes darkened, sharp with a dangerously calm fury. He gripped my jaw, his fingers rough but not painful. “Spanking,” he said slowly, mockery dripping from every syllable, “is a form of sexual suggestion. Is this how you plan to handle our divorce?” My breath caught. Sexual? My cheeks flamed. “That’s ridiculous!” I protested. “You started it! You were spanking me for years—since I was fifteen! How is it discipline when you do it, but something else when I do?”