Spanking Marriage Novels & Stories

he demanded angrily, his voice booming with authority. “Brother !” Bertha whispered in shock, clutching her cheek where Samuel had struck her. Samuel's anger boiled over as he continued to confront her. “If I gave you freedom, that doesn’t mean you can just break someone’s house! You think it’s okay to waltz in here?” He slapped her again, his frustration evident as he struggled to comprehend her audacity. “From today onwards, if I see you around this Mansion again, I will break all my relations with you and take out the shares in your name!” Sid shouted, each word dripping with intensity and hurt.

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. And now she knew.

She looked absolutely stunned, as if she couldn’t believe what I was saying. Even I knew what I was saying made little to no sense but it was how I wanted things to be. “What…you don’t want to be present in the life of your wife and your child?” How do I explain to her that I didn’t want to pull a “Gonzalo” on them so I needed to stay far away? “Yes.” “Are you suggesting an open marriage?” “If you want to be involved with other people, I would hope you’d be discreet about it so it doesn’t affect your reputation or the child’s life.”

I hissed. He looked at me, a look of shock flashed in his eyes but it vanished the instant it entered. "It's a toxic marriage." He said calmly, adjusting his tie. “You wanted me to hate you, right? To show me, there you go. You did it.” I snarled, pointing my finger in contempt. “I hate you more than my fucking Father.” I growled. His lips part, brows knitted in confusion and controlling this, he breathed out. “We just had an intercourse, we have done it before, we got married for this. You agreed, you signed. How many times do you want me to repeat that all of this is your choice?”

"Can we just coexist peacefully from now on? Stop pestering me about love. We're both parents now; we should focus on living harmoniously for the kids." I tried to pull him back from the edge, helping him see reality. The reality was I didn't love him, and I never would. He was just the father of my children to me. He averted his gaze, draining his glass of red wine in one gulp. "Teagan, do you really feel nothing for me?" His voice grew hoarse, tinged with emotion. "Teagan, but we're married! How can that work without love?" I felt tired; my temples began to throb again.

"Will you be able to retrieve the burned data from his phone if he used the app, sunshine?" My lips curled into a demonic smile. "Don't forget that you married a computer genius," I said and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Jack rolled his eyes at us. "Get a room, will ya?" Aren narrowed his eyes at Jack. "I never said anything when you and your wife acted all lovey-dovey in front of me right after the wedding." Jack spread his arms wide. "Hey! I've always been the romantic type, so it was different! You are a cold, calculative son of a bitch, and it makes me cringe when I see you looking at your wife like that!"

The living room has a small old sofa with a circular dining table with four chairs. The girl opens her eyes and sees her handsome husband's face, who is sleeping like a baby with an open mouth, his hair in a disheveled state and there is vermillion marks on his face and neck area, a blush crept on her face seeing her nails marks on his chest. She shook her head, to behave like a newly wedded wife even though they have been married for two years. She tried to get up but her husband hold on to her is so tight, she tried to remove his hand but all in vain, finally she shook him and said: "Manik, please remove your hand . I have to get ready otherwise you will get late for the work ".

I swatted her cunt again. The slaps weren’t gentle. I wanted them to hurt. It was a punishment, after all. “Elara, when I married you, I bought you. Do you understand that?” I spanked her pussy again. She didn’t respond to my question, but her whimper was confirmation enough. “What that means is I can do whatever I want with you. I can enjoy my toy, treat it with care, or I can abuse it until it breaks. Now, open your mouth before I spank this little pussy until you’re raw.”

“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.”

she said casually. Richard tossed the heels aside and stood with a dark expression. His tall physique shadowed hers as he stood by the doorway. "What did you just say? Divorce?" "That's right. If there's someone better suited to be your wife and Jonny's mother, what are you waiting for?!" Maria's anger flared as she lost control of her emotions. She felt his hypocrisy so sharply. Their marriage certificate was fake, yet he acted as if divorce was forbidden. One sentence, and their bond of seven years could be over. There wasn't even any paperwork that needed to be signed!