Spanked By My Wife Novels & Stories

It took him some seconds to process that Mark had carried him on his shoulder. “You, what are you doing?” Angelo began to; struggle because of the awkward position that; he was forced into- by Mark. “Put me down.” “No can do and please stop struggling,” Mark then spank the buttocks of his wife. “You pervert!” Angelo shouted as Mark had spanked him on his buttocks. “How dare you touch my butt. I’m going to sue you!” Mark then slapped the buttocks of his wife another time, “I told you to stop struggling. A wife that is disobedient needs to be punished.”

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

I alternated—ice and mouth, cold and hot—until she was writhing, moaning beautifully for me. Then came the spanking. I released her ankles temporarily, flipped her onto her stomach with wrists still bound above her, and propped a pillow under her hips. Her ass was raised perfectly. I started soft warm up strokes of my palm over her cheeks, rubbing the skin until it glowed. Then harder. Sharp, resounding smacks that made her gasp and moan. I alternated cheeks, occasionally dipping my fingers between her thighs to find her soaked. “You’re dripping down your thighs,” I growled, spanking her again, harder. “Such a dirty wife.” I whispered with every brutal slow thrust. Somehow this felt even mor

“Kept thinking about you here. Round with my baby. My ring on your finger. Mine.” He flipped me onto my stomach, ass up. The first smack landed sharp and perfect. I moaned into the pillow. Another. Harder. He pulled my hair, arching my back as he pushed inside me in one rough thrust. “Fuck, Cain—” “Yeah. Say my name.” He fucked me deep and primal, hips snapping, one hand fisted in my hair, the other spanking in rhythm. “You’re going to be my wife. Say it.” “I’m going to be your wife,” I panted, pushing back to meet every thrust. The stretch was perfect, overwhelming. He felt wild tonight, like the hours away had driven him crazy.

“You’re gonna get us caught. My wife’s right inside.” I moaned against his palm as he drove even deeper, stretching me wide. “I don’t care. I’ve wanted this since you moved in. Fuck your neighbor’s tight pussy while your wife makes dinner.” He spanked my ass hard, the sting blooming hot. “Such a dirty little slut. Eighteen years old and begging for married cock in broad daylight.”

"We went to breakfast while you were hung-over, and you started an argument and walked out leaving us with the kids and the bill." I was angrier than I meant to get, and I pulled out of her and threw her across my lap. I spanked her ass bright red. "Your boys were so mean to my daughter, I had to wonder at how you'd raised them. Then I realized you probably didn't." She moaned as I spanked her and started squirming immediately. "Oww, please stop," she cried, as I smacked her hard, "stop Daddy." The Daddy comment was like a slap in the face. What was I doing spanking a grown woman for her bad behavior. She sobbed when I stopped and pushed her off my lap.

I giggled, slipping off my dress and tossing it into the laundry basket. “Ouu… turn around,” he said as I stood there in my underwear. I gave him a twirl. “Damn,” he groaned, deep and dirty. “I want to spank you.” “That’s why you need to get your ass back here as soon as possible,” I teased, reaching for my bathrobe. I took off my underwear slowly, knowing his eyes were glued to the screen. “You are beautiful. My wife is so fucking beautiful,” he said, resting his chin on his palm like he was mesmerized.

Again he could hear that hint of a barely there laugh. Cedric tugged her body over his and cupped her bottom, clenching one cheek. "If we're speaking of punishments, my lovely wife, then I'll be happy to dole out spankings when required." He swatted her bottom and he knew by the hiss that escaped her that there would be a fresh pool of heat between her legs. "How dare you!" she chastised, but he lifted her hips up and impaled her on his newly hardened erection.

My wife says, this is news for me. "Didn't you punish her Kennedy?" I ask with a raised brow. "I gave her few swats on her diapered bum and time out in her playpen" my wife replies. "Ken, you know and we agreed on punishing her when she misbehaves," I say, my wife wouldn't want to punish her, but she can't keep acting out when I'm busy at work. "Hey, I did punish her!" Kennedy replies defending herself. "With timeout and a couple of swats, Ken she needs a proper spanking with how bad she's been acting," I say, I only saw her last outburst around bedtime, and that was bad enough.

He laughed, “Yes, I loved hearing you scream my name.” She hid her face under her palm, “Oh! God!” He removed her hands, “Are you embarrassed, Mrs. Smith?” She snorted, “Mr. Husband, don’t forget I am your wife. Why would I be embarrassed? I only took what belonged to me.” Jonatha laughed. She was always domineering and sassy. He teased, “You are right, your highness! Shall I serve my lady in the bath?” She smirked, “That won’t be necessary. I plan to take a quick rinse only.”