Spanking Your Husband Novels & Stories

He orders in a gentle tone, slightly smacking my inner thighs, causing me to splay my legs for him. “Good girl.” He remarks, rubbing my clit inside the water in a teasing motion. “Now tell me, will you tease your husband?” He asks, directly spanking between my thighs, causing me to jump and shut my legs. “Keep your legs open for your husband, Grace.” He parts my legs, grabbing my thighs. “Now, if they get close, I’ll tie you up and spank your little pussy until it turns sore.” His warning sends a direct twitch between my thighs.

“I don’t give a fuck what was going on. I don’t care if we were fighting or arguing, but I am your husband, Anna, and I deserve to know if my wife had flown across the country. A wife who is still recovering!” “Yes, I am sorry.” I lowered my head, suddenly feeling shame. “Sorry doesn't cut it, Anna. He pressed on, and I nodded, unable to defend myself. We stood there for what felt like an hour before he spoke again. “You will be punished?” He suddenly declared, and my breath hitched. “Punished?” My head tilted in question, heart pounding so loud as my brain conjured all forms of punishment, and none of them looked pleasing. “Yes.” He bit, his fingers slowly encasing my wrist and pulling me i

"I'd do anything to keep you safe and make you happy as long as it doesn't involve letting you go. I don't care what you think in that little mind of yours, but there's no option for you other than being my wife." Another spank. It was so painful that I caught my breath in a gasp, the immediate shock rushing through every cell in my body. I twisted around, kicking out with my shoes, trying to move away. He put one knee on my left thigh, pinning me even more tightly so that I couldn’t even wriggle, and the spank came down unforgivingly on my ass again and again. The sting spread across my ass cheeks, making them pound in severe pain.

“It will be before the night is over. I have a few things we need to come to terms with. First, I will fuck my wife, and then we will discuss what is important, and then I will fuck my wife again.” “Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?” She was damned well getting that spanking.

“Or harder?” “Harder,” I pleaded. “Fuck me like you hate me." You’re such a filthy slut for me,” he growled, spanking my ass hard enough to leave a mark. “Begging your daddy-in-law to pound this pussy. What would your husband say if he knew?” The thought sent a thrill through me, but I was too lost in pleasure to care. “He’d… oh fuck… he’d be jealous. Because you fuck me so much better.” “That’s right,” he agreed, his pace merciless. "Take it all. I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight, until every time you sit down, you remember who owns this pussy.”

He yelled, showing dislike. He chortled then looked at his face. “Of course you don't need a wife but Miguel needs a mother. Someone that will take care of him not some stupid babysitter. I don't care about your opinion, my decision is final. We're going over to their place tomorrow and you have behaved yourself, Richard.” Bryant announced hostilely. “And one more thing, she's kind of your woman. After the marriage I'm pretty sure you'll be serious with your life and stop fucking around.” He pivoted to the stairs, he ascended the stairs heading back to his room.

He was big, thicker and longer than Ryan had ever been and he didn’t give me time to adjust. He fucked me hard and deep, hips slamming against my ass with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled my living room. “That’s it, Princess. Take every inch like the needy little slut you are,” he groaned, spanking my ass hard. “My brother’s dumped wife bent over and creamed on my cock.” “Shut up,” I moaned, even as I pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. He spanked me again, harder. “You love it. You love being fucked by the brother who actually knows how to handle you.”

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

Gael thundered, pointing at me. I stared at him. I couldn’t say I was disappointed at him because I wasn’t expecting anything from him. But I was disappointed at myself. For prolonging this marriage until now. While I was thinking about his family’s reputation, he had no problem embarrassing me like this. And this wasn’t even the first time. I was done. “I’d rather be a mistress of a dog, than be your mistress. In fact, it’s a disgrace to be your wife!” I spat.

He hits firmly and precisely, without using full force, making the skin redden and sting. "Tell me what you did wrong," he asks in an authoritative voice. He spanks me again. I groan. "I should have told you what was going on." "Why should you tell me?" he asks. Another spank. "Because you're my husband," I answer between moans. "And we have no secrets." "Good," he says. Only then he stops spanking me. His hand slips between my buttocks. His fingers slip between my legs and soon discover my wetness.