Spanking Marriage Novels & Stories

Well I have no choice but to follow them. I walked first and then he followed. When we got to the pool area, I immediately sat down on the chairs there. "I really hate this." He said while kicking the pebbles on the side of the long chair near the pool. I know he wants me to hear those words. "Hate what?" I quickly answered him then I looked at him. "This fixed marriage thing. It shouldn't happened. I already have a girlfriend and I really love her so much." He answered. Yeah I get it. So I'm not the only one who doesn't like this setup.

"We were lucky enough to meet each other, and we just need to get what we need out of this marriage. Why not?" When she didn't say anything, he continued, "We don't have to interfere in each other's lives after marriage. I'm always busy with work, so marriage has never been on my to-do list. It's too bad I have a mischievous grandfather who doesn't agree with that. "We can both take this opportunity to get both our families off our backs. Blind dates are quite a waste of time, after all." Spencer ended his speech. He sounded like he'd been on more dates than he would've liked.

“So easy to get you to this state, Merina. You need to build up a resistance so you can feel the full height of your sexual pleasure. Please sit down like a good girl. Conner moved her from his lap and dropped her on the seat beside him. She felt the cool leather against her stinging backside and gasped again. For a moment, she saw his smile before the scowl returned. “You’re a fucking tease, Conner O’Keefe. How dare you spank me like I was a child?” “I didn’t spank you like a child, Merina. I spanked you like the brat you are. You know I wouldn’t finger a child, but I would finger a brat until she’s ready to come to teach her that if she wants satisfaction and happiness, then she pleases me

She now has cute frown on her face. I spoke gently ''Siya. I don't know how to say this but we both got married last night. I wasn't the one who kidnapped you but one of my dadaji's old friend or you can say enemy. He tricked my family and you as well. After kidnapping you from orphanage he injected drugs into you and we both got married. He told me that you are orphan and also uneducated but don't worry I will never treat you bad. You are my wife and no one can change that fact. I will be your family. I know this is sudden to you but we have to accept it. In my family we don't do divorce.'' She was shocked with all the explanations. No worries. She is still digesting news of marriage. I gav

And, I don't understand what you're talking about. "We can't tell grandfather that I got married to get the shares and we'll only be together for three years on a contract basis. If he knows that, he won't give me access to the family property so we're going to tell him a story to make him believe in our marriage. You and I didn't meet in the club. As I said earlier, You and I met because of your brother. Since we got clicked, we went on many dates and started dating for six months. Since your brother didn't accept our relationship and forced you to send overseas, we got married quickly. Is this story believable enough?" He finished talking and stared expectantly.

“Not in the conventional sense, as if any of it is conventional. It is more of a control issue than being dominant; however, I guess it is one in the same. I’ve told you both times I did it I did not want to spank you. Spanking a woman’s ass adds a heightened layer to pleasure as pain is the same thing to the brain as pleasure. Punishment is nothing I have done in the past because I was not with a woman long enough for me to give a shit enough to correct her behavior if she did something I didn’t like. I simply never saw her again.” He frowns. “This marriage is it. Forever. You belong to me. Only death will free you from me, and if you go before me I’ll follow you into heaven or hell.” The w

My voice broke off. I can’t believe that I am spelling this as if I were talking to a child. “Having a fucking threesome isn’t going to fix a marriage…” “We have to try something,” he said, cutting me off. Was he hearing himself? Did he see how he sounded like a freaking hormonal teenager? “Therapy! Have you thought about that?” “Why talk when we could be using our mouths to do something far more interesting?” he grinned, walking closer to where I stood. I didn’t think it through. My hand raised, fast, angry as I slapped him across the face. Hard. The sound that echoed between us was the sound of the slap, the ringing that came from actually realising that he had been 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.

"Once we're married, he'll never have another chance to harass you like this." I nodded and leaned against Matteo's shoulder. I knew I needed to marry Matteo as soon as possible and cut off Enrico's delusions completely.

She lifted her head and stared at Ryker, who it seemed like was ready to head out of the house. "You should eat something!" he murmured while doing his sleeves and mending his coat. "I'll when I want to, don't act as you care," Kathleen didn't want to see her so-called husband's face, who had left her on the road the day they got married, only to come back after days to take her back to his apartment.