Spanking Your Husband Novels & Stories

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.

"Matt, you're in big trouble, but I think we can work it out. O.K.?" Again he nodded his head. "O.K., Matt. Here's what we're going to do. If you do what I say, maybe we can forget about you getting into trouble. O.K.?" He nodded his head. ***** "Oh, my god! You are so bad! I can hardly wait to fuck you," my husband said urgently. He pulled my panties down and I stepped out of them. He held my skirt up above my waist and gave my butt a couple of hard swats. Almost before I could holler - and I did holler - he stuck his fingers back into my cunt.

But that doesn't stop me from feeling somewhat intrigued, so I turn my face slightly, seeing Dominik behind me. My husband keeps a soft smile on his lips, while he has his gaze lowered and fixed on my body, looking at me with desire. His hands are fixed on my hips, but soon they begin to move down my skin, caressing my buttocks and legs, with gentle touches that are somewhat desperate. But before I can ask or complain that he was going so annoyingly slow, Dominik surprises me, when in one swift movement he separates one of his hands from my body and then drops it hard on one of my buttocks, spanking me.

“This married pussy is so much tighter than I imagined. Your husband has no idea how to fuck you properly, does he?” He started pounding me hard — deep, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and my moans turn into broken cries. Every thrust slammed against my cervix. The wet, filthy sound of his heavy balls slapping my soaked pussy filled the room. “Tell me,” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Tell me how much better my cock feels than your husband’s.” “So much better,” I sobbed with pleasure. “Your cock is ruining me— I can’t go back to him after this—”

"Well then why don't you lie over my lap and lift up your skirt." I rolled over his knees and looked over at the guys as I pulled the skirt up over my firm round ass. "OK, I am going to spank you now, but I need your help. Daddy sometimes has trouble remembering how many times he has paddled you, so I want you to count out each one up to five." "Yes, daddy." He raised up his right hand and swung it down over my exposed flesh. I yelped "One." Again he swung down, this time on my left cheek. "Two."

“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.

"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.

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.”

He spanked me twice in a row, fast and hard. "Yes!" "You know how much of a little tease you have been, right? Calling me daddy, knowing well enough how much that shit turns me on. Touching yourself and kissing me out of the blues. You just want to be slutted out! And don't fucking lie to me, you want to be fucked. You are not here, naked and moaning because you just want me to prove that you are not insensitive! You are here because you want daddy to fuck you, is that right?" With every word he was saying, he was spanking me harder and faster and I was on the edge already. I was going to cum so hard from being spanked.

“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.