Spanked By My Wife Novels & Stories

Soon both sides of her ass were glowing red. Marina pulled off Tobias’s cock, spit dripping down her chin. She looked over her shoulder at them and moaned, “Oh god, yes. Spank me. Spank my white ass. I’m a bad wife. I’m cheating on him, and I love it. I love sucking black cock while you smack my married ass.” Her words gutted me. She wasn’t just giving in, she was reveling in it. My wife, my Marina, was begging black men to punish her while I sat frozen.

The three of them went into another world for a couple of minutes as both guys fucked my wife as if their lives depended on it, with Sandra seemingly enjoying every second. “Is that good baby?” Desi grunted, then he spanked her ass– ‘crack’, “do you like it rough?” ‘Crack’ another smack on the other cheek, “I bet you’ve dreamed of getting fucked like this for years?” ‘Crack.’ “Haven’t you?” ‘Crack’, the spanking was getting louder and her cheeks were turning red. Sandra’s breathing was getting shorter and her eyes were nearly popping out of her head as she energetically sucked Kez’s dick while Desi fucked and spanked her.

Bill spun her away from him, so she'd stop trying to figure him out and bent her over the desk. He was in charge. Manipulating her body to do his bidding. So why did he feel naked in front of a crowd with his dick in his hand? “My fucking wife. Mine," he growled through gritted teeth, holding onto his sanity by a thread. He kicked her feet wide. His palm cracked across her ass, once, twice, three times, turning the skin hot and pink. Images of Dean touching her taunted him. The spanking continued. "Stop being such a fucking asshole," she grunted, but his stinging touch felt like her oxygen.

*spank* "lied" *spank* "to" *spank* "me" *spank* "Please stop! Have mercy" I wailed in agony. My ass was already very sore. "You lied to your husband. That too for a random person." He growled while grabbing a handful of my hair and turned me to him. He was there! "I fucking HATE liars Rosalia. You should never, I mean, never lie to me no matter what." He hollered at me looking into my eyes. "It's your fault that you got spanked... Yeah?"

I look at him, a slight smile appearing on my face. With that, I gathered up all my strength to say, "Didn't you tell me how you used to abuse your wife?" It was at that moment. The crowd widened their eyes in disbelief, looking left and right. This was quite the spectacle. Jake looks at me, his eyes filling with rage. He looks like he wants to hit me. But can he?

This man cannot be saying this, he is literally trying to gaslight me into thinking that how good he is, but I am the one who is not appreciating his efforts "And spanking isn't even that big of a deal." He shrugged. Like it isn't a big deal to force your wife to strip down her pants in front of so many men twice her age and turn her bare bottom deep red and purple. Like it's not a big deal to humiliate your wife in front of the whole family and secretly record her humiliation. It infuriates me that he thinks it's not a big deal. Then what is a big deal? Killing your wife? Finally ending her life! Because I sure am ready to die.

The water washes everything away except the deep ache. After that we move to the living room couch. I ride him facing away because he wants to watch my bottom move. I hate how I arch my back for him. I hate how I push down harder when he spanks me. “Good girl,” he keeps saying. “Such a good wife.” “Shut up,” I snap. But I am cuming again. My body shakes. Tears mix with sweat on my face.

she growled but made no move to pull away or to protect herself from another blow. My wife enjoys the occasional spanking in the heated throes of passion, and she's smacked my ass from time to time, as well. I admit that I kind of enjoyed that burning sensation, but it never felt like this! This was a hot poker jammed right into my crotch!

I cupped her cheek in one hand and finally gave in to the urge to wrap her long hair around my other, tilting her head back for a kiss. “Are you going to behave?” I said some moments later. “No fucking way.” At that response, I threw her over my shoulder and carried her to the bed. She squealed in surprise, and then when I tossed her onto the bed and pulled her nightgown up to spank her, she squealed again. “You’re in a mood!” She squeaked-giggled when I spanked the other cheek. “I’m showing my wife that she needs to submit to her husband.”

My blood rushed in the opposite direction and my face was red half because of the blood and half because of the embarrassment that I faced when a maid watched me over his shoulder. Safe to say I wouldn't be meeting with her in the eye for the rest of my life. And to top that he literally spanked me over my butt causing me to let out a painful moan, which was not because of the pain, because of the wait he was going to give me. I knew my husband was a man of his words and he meant it when he said that wouldn't be able to walk for a week when he would be done with me.