Well Spanked Wife Novels & Stories

I alternated—ice and mouth, cold and hot—until she was writhing, moaning beautifully for me. Then came the spanking. I released her ankles temporarily, flipped her onto her stomach with wrists still bound above her, and propped a pillow under her hips. Her ass was raised perfectly. I started soft warm up strokes of my palm over her cheeks, rubbing the skin until it glowed. Then harder. Sharp, resounding smacks that made her gasp and moan. I alternated cheeks, occasionally dipping my fingers between her thighs to find her soaked. “You’re dripping down your thighs,” I growled, spanking her again, harder. “Such a dirty wife.” I whispered with every brutal slow thrust. Somehow this felt even mor

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.”

I explain passionately. “Oh, so you can spank me but you can’t pretend to fight me?” Selene questions coyly. Chuckling darkly I answer, “those are very different things.” My wife has mentioned her spanking so frequently I’m beginning to think she wants another. “You earned the spanking.” I remind her huskily. “You could never earn an attack.” Pouting, Selene shifts restlessly against me, tempting me to no end, “Please just give it one more try?” She begs, trailing her slender fingers down my chest.

“Watch your tone, woman. Learn how to respect your husband while you talk to him.” “What about the husband doing what he’s supposed to do then?” Natalia retorts. Noah starts to laugh, clapping his hands. “Women. All the same.” He stands up and begins to pace around. “I married you, gave you a home, a proper home, not an orphanage. I feed you, I get you the best things to wear and take you out to the best places to see the best things. We have regular intercourse. And you’re telling me to do what I’m supposed to do? As if I’m not doing it already?” He seethes.

Each slap makes my pussy clench and leak more, until my ass is warm and pink and I’m moaning loudly with every strike. “Fuck, you’re getting wetter from being spanked by your father-in-law,” he growls, landing one final, firm smack that makes me cry out. “Such a naughty little wife.” He presses the head of his cock against my entrance again, rubbing it up and down, spreading my lips around the thick tip. I can feel how massive he is, how impossibly full I’m going to be. “You’re going to take every inch, Elena,” he promises, voice dark. “But not yet.”

He spins me again, bends me over the toilet lid, and drives back in from behind. No mercy now. He fucks me like he’s trying to punish me for almost getting caught, hips slamming, hand fisted in my hair, the other spanking my ass raw. Every thrust forces a choked sob from my throat. “Take it,” he hisses. “Take your father-in-law’s cock while your husband walks away like a fucking idiot.” I come again, harder than before, squirting so violently it splashes the toilet tank.

“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.”

I was once again scared, lying down in such a vulnerable position. “Each one of you are allowed to spank her for her disobedience. Five times. I don’t think my wife could take much more than that,” He said it with a caress and a squeeze of my arse that made me stiffen and clamp my legs together despite the anxiety building up inside my chest. “And once you are done, you’ll leave.” Another caress on my arched flesh, as he added, “I’ll go first as my right as her husband.”

“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—”

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.