Novel & Cerita Spanking Your Husband

“What the fuck is your problem?” “Do I look like one of your whores you order around?” I ask him. He lifts me off the bed. He pushes me down on the bed on my stomach. When I try to get back up, he pushes me. “A bad wife needs to be punished, doesn’t she?” he asks. “Damien if you don’t get the fuck off me…” I warn him. {SPANK} The mother fucker spanked me. He actually spanked me. “Get ready baby…” he says seconds before he slams into me.

I pulled two of his buttons, then shoved my hands on his chest. His lips tasted divine, but I guess he didn’t find mine as alluring. He pulled away immediately, then pulled me by my knees so I was suspended on his shoulders, then he spanked my ass. “Don’t do that in public,” he spanked me again as he took me out of the bar and then into a car. All throughout the car ride, I laid on his thighs, saying everything that came to mind. “I miss mom; what if that prick of a husband does something to her again?” I said.

The three of them went into another world for a couple of minutes as both guys fucked my wife as if their lives depended on it, with Sandra seemingly enjoying every second. “Is that good baby?” Desi grunted, then he spanked her ass– ‘crack’, “do you like it rough?” ‘Crack’ another smack on the other cheek, “I bet you’ve dreamed of getting fucked like this for years?” ‘Crack.’ “Haven’t you?” ‘Crack’, the spanking was getting louder and her cheeks were turning red. Sandra’s breathing was getting shorter and her eyes were nearly popping out of her head as she energetically sucked Kez’s dick while Desi fucked and spanked her.

I cried out, gripping the edge of the desk as he destroyed me. “Take this dick,” he grunted, pounding me hard. “This is what you came here for, right? Getting fucked better than your useless husband ever could.” “Yes!” I moaned loudly. “Harder, Derrick. Ruin his wife’s pussy. Make it yours.” He spanked my ass hard, the sound echoing through the office. Then again. And again. Each slap sent pleasure shooting through me. “You’re creaming all over my cock,” he groaned. “Such a wet, sloppy married slut.”

His voice was low, stern, no room for challenging. Beryl huffed, shaking her head, muttering about how no one ever listens to her as she wandered off. Feeling smug, Belle started to head to their room before she felt a sharp smack on her backside. “Hey!” she scolded her husband, who didn’t seem the tiniest bit concerned by her over menacing glare. “Do that again and I’ll snap that hand right off your wrist.” “Behave,” he told her. “Stop winding up my grandmother. Or I’ll spank that ass until its raw.”

I shouted and the few eyes around in the shop turn towards me. “I know you not to be dump, we are divorced and you have no rights to question me.” “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to shout on you.” “I think you should leave.” Her partner finally spoke up. “I’m talking to my… ex wife and you have to remain quite.” I snapped at him “Who do you think you are Charles?” “Look Valerie, could you just hear me out? At least for some moment.” “Go ahead, I’m listening.”

"B-But I haven't been with anyone else the entire time." "Oh, who knows if that's true. You were so eager to sleep with someone's husband. Who knows what else you're out here doing?" "I'll j-just leave because y-you c-can't t-treat me this way!" "Oh darling, I don't think you'd leave if you wanted to. If you do, I'll make sure you never see that baby ever again." I said as I held her chin. "W-Well w-what d-do you w-want from m-me?" She stuttered.

He pulled me over to his side and had me on my knees in his garage within seconds. “Suck it,” he ordered. “Clean your neighbor’s married cock.” I took him deep, tasting both of us. He fucked my face gently at first, then harder, holding my head as he used my throat. “Good girl,” he groaned. “Such a perfect little cocksucker.” He pulled me up, bent me over his workbench, and slammed back inside me. “Tell me how much you love this,” he demanded, spanking me. “I love it,” I moaned. “I love getting fucked by my married neighbor while his wife sleeps upstairs.”

I will not be your wife again. I screamed as he gave me a hard tug, forcing me over his knee, then he threw my evening dress over my head and spanked me hard. It was not the sexy teasing spanking he had given me occasionally when we were married; it was a punishment, and it fucking hurt. For a brief minute I was frozen in shock, and then my anger exploded. I fought tooth and nail, screaming as he beat me; it was no use; he held me down easily. When he had finished, he allowed me to sit back up, and I instantly pulled myself as far away from him as I could. I was trembling all over, but not with fear as Killian thought. 'I warned you, little wife. Defy me, and you will be punished. I expect t

“ Will you shut your trap, I don't want to hear anything from you, he is your husband for crying out loud, and you are not even in the hospital to take care of him, what are you doing here? What kind of wife are you?” “ You should be by his side to show how remorseful you are, to make him believe it was a mistake, but no, you think he cannot throw you out because you just got married right? But have it at the back of your mind that you cannot come back home, and he can't ask me for the money owed, so you must make it work”. My father kept ranting for some minutes without stopping to hear me out. “ My dear, you must make this work, remember the money we are owing, how do you want us to pay ba