Spanking Marriage Novels & Stories

"Because that's a term I have heard before." Ed was shaking his head. "That's two similar, but different things. Swinging is sharing your spouse with another couple, either individually or together. An open marriage isn't a mutual consent thing, normally. An open marriage means that if I find some girl attractive, let's just say Kelly, for argument's sake. Let's say that she's a waitress that I find attractive and I sweet-talk her into coming home with me. As long as Marie is okay with it, and Kelly is obviously okay with it, I can have sex with her."

I was so grateful that I listened to her, even though it was difficult and I was scared to death… but thank goodness everything worked out just fine. “But still… that doesn't mean you won't be punished,” Elder Carrington chipped in. “We have to let others know that marriage is a sacred institution and shouldn't be treated with levity. And the moment we let you both off the hook without punishment, I'm sure there are people who would raise their brows and think we are being partial.” Of course, I understood him perfectly. Someone like Leon and Kieran would definitely raise their brows later. But still… my chest slammed hard. I hoped the punishment would be anything else but definitely not one

"Is this another type of ritual?" "I am awaiting my punishment, wife. Do as you will." Penny bit her lip to hold in a giggle. "Get up. Why don't we call ourselves even and forget about this punishing stuff? Well, maybe not the spanking bit. That part is kind of fun." She'd no sooner spoken than she found herself lifted in the air. Reg held her up effortlessly, his swollen cock probing at her damp sex. With a thrust, he sheathed himself, and his fingers clutched at her buttocks to balance her. Penny wrapped her legs tightly around her husband's blue waist.

“Seriously? Why would I be jealous, Dominic? What right do I have to be jealous?” I bite my lip. “I don't know. I mean, you're my wife.” Her mouth hangs open, and then she utters the words that trigger my anger. “Contract wife.” I grit my teeth at her words, feeling frustrated and hurt. Her response stings and I can't help but retort, my tone laced with irritation, “You're right; we're just contract spouses.” Is that all I am to her? She crosses her arms, her expression still simmering with anger. “Of course, I know, Dominic,” she says sarcastically. “I guess contract husbands sleep with their contract wives, right? Perfect,” she snaps and turns to stare out the window, her chest heaving.

“The reason I disappeared so completely was because I had already passed the audition for an out-of-town performing arts company. “I used the company’s paperwork to file for a court-approved divorce. The decree’s already been finalized. I have my copy. “Yours is probably buried somewhere in a stack of documents in your office, or maybe it never made it to your unit. But whether you know it or not, our marriage is already over. “Congratulations. You can finally be with Clara Bailey and the child you have with her openly.” At the mention of the child that had never belonged to her, a sharp ache still pierced through her chest. “No…” Daniel’s eyes were hollow as he murmured in a daze, “No… that

“Open up, slut.” She obeyed instantly, sucking him in while Tobias hammered her from behind. Drool and muffled cries mixed as she rocked between them. Darius leaned close to me, his smirk sharp. “Look at her. This is who your wife really is.” I looked. I couldn’t not. Marina’s body shook as she took both ends, spit dripping down her chin, her ass red and raw from spanking. The men switched again, each one taking his turn inside her ass. Every time one pulled out, another rolled on a condom and slid in, forcing her to stretch wider, her body jerking under them.

His words left the room in silence. But Celeste was the first to respond, keeping her tone smooth while arguing that the marriage would restore balance and serve both families. Clarisse followed quickly with words sharp with urgency. “This is not only about private matters, sir. It is about how the world sees us. The Ravencroft name is already spoken of with envy and suspicion. If you reject this union, whispers will turn into rumors and those rumors will damage us all. Do you want to hand that advantage to your enemies?” Dominico turned his eyes on her, his glare cold. “And you believe attaching my family to scandal will preserve its honor?”

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 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?”