Novel & Cerita Spanking Your Husband

I twisted one hard between my fingers until she whimpered. “Pathetic,” I spat, yanking her head back by her hair. “Your husband can't satisfy you, so you crawl to me. Five fucking years, and you still can’t stop spreading your legs.” Her eyes rolled back, voice filled with lust. “Because no one fucks me like you. No one, Daddy.” I spanked her hard across the ass. The sound echoed in the office, skin turning red. She squealed, but her pussy clenched around my fingers tighter, loving the pain.

Aurora yelled and Vincenzo landed her another slap on her right ass cheek. We are just starting… I’m spanking you twenty times… I want you to count. Thwack, the sound came and she groaned. 1, she cried. He kept spanking her 2, 3, ,4,5, 6, 7, 8…… until it reach the twentieth…..her ass was already red and he smiled like a demon enjoying the softness of her ass… Learn to be a good girl for your hubby… He whispered…. He doesn’t want you to use any hairpin but you stole the hairpin in his locker.

“Argh!” I was instantly frightened and infuriated, the blood rushing through my head almost driving me crazy. It took me a moment to get myself back, and stop the illusion of spinning stars hovering my head. “What the fuck Wilson? Why did you spank my ass twice??!!” I shouted at him, rubbing my ass to soothe the pain. His face beamed widely in an evil way and I sensed that something was fishy. “The first spank was punishment for marrying another man and the second one is a message to your husband.”

His breath was low in my ear. “You see, my dear wife,” he whispered darkly, “this is what happens when you let a man think he has a chance.” And then he spanked me once. I gasped, turning slightly. “Killian, what are you doing?” “Don’t talk while I talk,” he growled, spanking me again. Once. Twice. Three times. “Killian, what the hell is wrong with you?” I managed to say, but the heat had already started pooling at the pit of my stomach.

I could feel the bulge beneath my ribs growing with every smack he gave me. “What the hell is wrong with you?” standing up. My ass stings, and I’m sure it’s as red as a tomato. I stared at my husband. I was angry that he was spanking me. I wanted to show him I was annoyed with the spanking, but fuck, the man looks like he just stepped out of a magazine with his thick black hair that falls in his eyes, abs that make me want to run my fingers down, and those V muscles that lead to something I desperately want to feel inside me. Just looking at him makes me wet. Unknowingly, to me instead of fighting him for spanking me.

He stared at me for a long moment, sipping his whiskey. “Turn around. Bend over the desk.” I obeyed, spreading my legs and arching my back, presenting my ass and still-slightly-swollen pussy to him. Marcus walked over slowly. His hand caressed my ass cheek before he delivered a sharp, stinging spank. “You went home to your husband last night with my cum inside you, didn’t you?” he asked, voice low and dangerous. “Yes, sir,” I whispered. He spanked me again, harder. “Did you fuck him?”

He shouldn't know that he was turning me on. I felt guilty from within. Why the fuck was I getting turned on by my husband who was so cold and ruthless? He was my enemy who loved treating me badly. Running the tip of his nose across my cheek, he said huskily, “When Xander wants something, he will get it by hook or crook!” My body was shuddering, and I couldn't hold myself stronger. Fuck! Was I melting away? “Ahm…” I moaned a little when a spank was delivered to my buttocks.

Damn, she thought as she reached for her husband who was studying a file, and glanced at her with a frown. “Tristan, I think I messed up, ‘she sighed as she crawled across and climbed onto his lap, tugging off her nightdress as she saw the impatience in her lover’s eyes at having been kept waiting before his head swooped down to kiss her in a commanding manner. ‘Baby, I think a spanking is in order then,’ said Tristan in a silky voice as he pushed her onto the bed and stood up, stroking his large c*ck in anticipation of the punishment he was about to administer to his wife’s pale a*s.

Not brutal, but hurting and pleasing. I yelp, another moan. Another smack. “This is for running away.” I twist my head to glare at him. “I ran because you’re a monster.” Then another Smack. “Monster? I’m your husband now. Act like it.” “Go to hell.” I say. He spanks again, harder, then soothes with a rub. He’s in between my widely opened legs and I feel him position himself, ready. “Fuck you,” I say, the bond pulling me unde as I crave this feeling.

He pulled out suddenly, breathing hard. “Up,” he said. He led me to the padded bench, bent me over it, and secured my wrists in soft leather cuffs. My ass was raised, completely exposed. He spread my legs wider, then stepped back to admire me. “Beautiful,” he murmured. He ran his hand over my ass, then spanked me sharply. I gasped at the sting, my pussy clenching. “You like that?” he asked, spanking me again, harder. “Your husband’s rival spanking your pretty ass while you drip for him.”