Well Spanked Wife Novels & Stories

Realizing there would be no courtesy in my husband, I began to work my tongue in and around his toes sucking on them, only the thought of how turned on I was allowing me to get through this filthy act. The taste and smell really weren’t that bad, but my lifelong idea that feet were the dirtiest part of a person was making me extremely nauseous. As I moved to the bottoms, I could feel every wrinkle on them as my tongue swept over them. I looked up at him and could tell that he was thoroughly enjoying the sensations and the power he had over me. I tried to finish as quickly as possible without missing any parts, hopeful that this would be the only thing I had to do before he wanted to fuck me.

“Not in the conventional sense, as if any of it is conventional. It is more of a control issue than being dominant; however, I guess it is one in the same. I’ve told you both times I did it I did not want to spank you. Spanking a woman’s ass adds a heightened layer to pleasure as pain is the same thing to the brain as pleasure. Punishment is nothing I have done in the past because I was not with a woman long enough for me to give a shit enough to correct her behavior if she did something I didn’t like. I simply never saw her again.” He frowns. “This marriage is it. Forever. You belong to me. Only death will free you from me, and if you go before me I’ll follow you into heaven or hell.” The w

Instead, her voice was provocative: “Is that the best you can do, husband?” The next spank was my hardest yet, the sound of my hand on her ass echoing through the room as she moaned—whether from pain or pleasure, I wasn’t sure—driving me wild. Her sensitive skin reddened instantly, and I started stroking myself while spanking her, hard enough to arouse her but not to hurt her. I already had a bite to deal with, which still pissed me off thinking about how long it took to heal. Not to mention Pumpkin’s knees, still raw in places, probably uncomfortable and painful, though she never complained.

“Hardin…” I shifted over her, slowly, until my body was above hers, pressing her into the mattress. My hand slid beneath her thigh, lifting it as I settled between them. “I think,” I whispered against her ear, “I want to spank my wife’s ass tonight.” She let out a breathy laugh, playful and shocked all at once. “You’re crazy.” “You love it,” I said, my lips brushing the shell of her ear before I pulled back just enough to look down at her.

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "

, he stressed on his last word. "Beacuse you only know how to warm beds and get fucked up. Else of that you know nothing nor you understand anything", he gritted. Pushing her hands away and grabbing her jaw tightly in his large muscular hands making her hiss in pain. "Please leave me you are hurting me", she cried. "SHE IS MY 'WIFE' AND THE GIRL WHOM I HAVE IS THE BESTEST THAN SLUTS LIKE YOU", he left her jaw and she stumbled few steps going back fuming in anger.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

I do get off on my own, when my ex-boyfriend, Roman couldn't get me to the height I wanted, but to get turned on, I always touch myself. “Starting now,” Spank! “You will do as I say.” Spank! “If you as much as disobey me, ever again,” Spank. “Ivana Alex, I will so deal with you that death would be a better option.” Spank! When the last spank landed on my red butt cheek, heat rose to the pit of my stomach and I was already a wrecking mess with a dripping pussy. My butt cheeks hurt so bad, but it didn't stop pleasure, unlike anything I've ever experienced to course through my body.

Bill spun her away from him, so she'd stop trying to figure him out and bent her over the desk. He was in charge. Manipulating her body to do his bidding. So why did he feel naked in front of a crowd with his dick in his hand? “My fucking wife. Mine," he growled through gritted teeth, holding onto his sanity by a thread. He kicked her feet wide. His palm cracked across her ass, once, twice, three times, turning the skin hot and pink. Images of Dean touching her taunted him. The spanking continued. "Stop being such a fucking asshole," she grunted, but his stinging touch felt like her oxygen.

“Open up, slut.” She obeyed instantly, sucking him in while Tobias hammered her from behind. Drool and muffled cries mixed as she rocked between them. Darius leaned close to me, his smirk sharp. “Look at her. This is who your wife really is.” I looked. I couldn’t not. Marina’s body shook as she took both ends, spit dripping down her chin, her ass red and raw from spanking. The men switched again, each one taking his turn inside her ass. Every time one pulled out, another rolled on a condom and slid in, forcing her to stretch wider, her body jerking under them.