Novel & Cerita Spanking Your Husband

My ex liked to keep it separate, and it was easier, safer, that way. He feels my body tense, and asks me what’s wrong. I sort through a few variations before finding the right words. “That was great. But I don’t want you punishing me. That’s what Daddy’s for—so it’s not real and I can enjoy the spanking.” I didn’t think he could pull me any closer, but he managed to. “Kaitlyn, sweetheart, you know this isn’t punishment. It’s fun. Sometimes I’d rather just be me, spanking the woman I love.”

“Oh don’t even ask! That man is crazily possessive! He had spanked me once for I guess what? I don’t even remember it was that minor issue. He and his over possessiveness is unbelievable!” Sabrina huffed as crimson dusted her cheeks remembering the determined look in the eyes of her husband when exiting the house. He really wanted to make her submit tonight but no! She won’t let him. Just for tonight. “Ooh seems somewhat similar to Christian Grey personality from fifty shades. My boyfriend is also very dominating and I am very rebellious. Uh I guess I don’t need to tell. Again sorry for the slap Sabrina. So yeah he says he spank me to tame me! Though I cry internally I love it!” Lily said sm

I groaned impatiently, " Vincenzo..you...you..." He bent his head down to whisper in my ears, my ass stinging in pain, " Hmm? This is my way of torturing you, darling. You can't even complain to our dear grandpa, can you?" BASTARD!! I felt frustrated with him in anger. He was using his husband's rights and I could do nothing about it. I couldn't possibly say to Grandpa Michael that he had spanked me. Another whimper left my lips when he landed a second slap on my ass.

It definitely is. Knowing his next move, I prepared myself to take him into me. I know how huge, long and heavy he is. He is my husband. I just have to take it. ' You mean your fake husband ' A tiny voice in my head reminded me. Unexpectedly, he made me turn on my back and my ass up in the air. He spanked me as hard as I don't expected. It sent pain rippling into me. Pain mixed with pleasure. Oh jeez! He held my legs apart and before I could take the next breath, he had already slammed hard into me.

It took him some seconds to process that Mark had carried him on his shoulder. “You, what are you doing?” Angelo began to; struggle because of the awkward position that; he was forced into- by Mark. “Put me down.” “No can do and please stop struggling,” Mark then spank the buttocks of his wife. “You pervert!” Angelo shouted as Mark had spanked him on his buttocks. “How dare you touch my butt. I’m going to sue you!” Mark then slapped the buttocks of his wife another time, “I told you to stop struggling. A wife that is disobedient needs to be punished.”

“You need heat for your back and ice for your ass.” “Romantic,” I grinned, cheeks still pink. “You’re such a gentleman.” “I fucked my wife through a mirror last night until she cried blood,” he deadpanned. “I think we’re past ‘gentleman.’” I blushed, biting back a laugh. “Okay, fine. My sadistic caveman husband.” “I’ll be right back, sunshine,” he said. “Don’t move or I swear to God, I’ll spank you on the other side.”

"Be careful, honey or I might as well spank you bare-assed." "No. Please, don't." "Then, stay in position." I closed my eyes and dug my fingers on the floor, arching my back as he brought his hand several times, the sting turning into anguish. I closed my eyes as the punishment continued, smacking my upper thighs several times, the sound lingering in my ears. "Obedience. My dear stubborn wife. One day, you'll learn." He said and issued six more in rapid succession.

As my pussy collided with my husband's sac, I struck a hand against Trisha's cheek, making her moan softly. She glanced over her shoulders, “Do it again. I need it please,” she pleaded and I swung my hand against her cheek again, gasping at the thick crown pushing and pulling out of me. My husband took the cue and started spanking me as well, making my core clenched tighter around him and the feeling of his veiny cock finding way through my tight core at every thrust made me groan in pleasure. “Let me feel Trisha's cunt on my cock, babe, come sit on my face,” My husband said and we swiftly made the exchange.

His swats were harder than Edith's and hurt a lot more making me struggle and begin to push with my feet against the floor to try and move away from my spanking. It was all Edith could do to hold me down across her lap, as she leaned on my back, while her husband spanked my sore ass. She finally told him to go get her hair brush and the lubricant, as I felt the spanking end, and I stopped my feet while Bill pulled my head up off of his lap by my hair while he stood up. The cheeks of my ass were burning as I felt Edith's hand caressing them as she told me more softly,

Logan doesn’t like when I call him by his name. When we are in front of people and have to act like a sweet couple, I can call him by his name. But when we are alone, I have to call him alpha. Otherwise, he would punish me. I get punishment every day, as my husband rapes me every night. But when he is angry, the punishment takes a unique method. Like spanking, whipping, choking. I never enjoy our sexual acts. But when the punishment was added, it became more difficult. And it doesn’t matter how much I get punished, the next morning I have to act like a loving couple in front of everyone.