Well Spanked Wife Novels & Stories

“I don’t give a fuck what was going on. I don’t care if we were fighting or arguing, but I am your husband, Anna, and I deserve to know if my wife had flown across the country. A wife who is still recovering!” “Yes, I am sorry.” I lowered my head, suddenly feeling shame. “Sorry doesn't cut it, Anna. He pressed on, and I nodded, unable to defend myself. We stood there for what felt like an hour before he spoke again. “You will be punished?” He suddenly declared, and my breath hitched. “Punished?” My head tilted in question, heart pounding so loud as my brain conjured all forms of punishment, and none of them looked pleasing. “Yes.” He bit, his fingers slowly encasing my wrist and pulling me i

"I need you… please." He released my nipple with a soft pop, looking up at me with eyes hooded and intense. "Not yet. I want to hear you moan more." His hand came down in a firm spank on my ass—sharp but controlled, the sting blooming into heat that made me even wetter, before rubbing the spot and squeezing it. I gasped, grinding harder, the mix of pain and pleasure making my head spin.

—---------sophie’s pov—-------- This was the first time in my entire life that I had been spanked. And it wasn’t just anyone—it was *him*, my husband. The deep, sharp sting on my backside didn’t last long, but the shame lingered, swelling like a tidal wave inside me. My face burned hot, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to cry or scream. Dominic’s voice came from behind me, low and steady, but chilling. “Do you know you’re wrong?”

I clarified liking this already looking from Lauren to Cora who was wishing I'd do her a favor with her pleading eyes. “I’ll put a wager to spice it up, that you’d cum from being spanked. The loser will be the three hole slut for the whole of tomorrow for anyone in this house.” Lauren said with such a confidence that got me even scared myself, I knew spanking was a thing but I’d never heard that people cum from being spanked.

I leaned down and whispered, “You asked about it. I’m merely explaining to you so that you won’t be mad. Are you wet just by talking about it?” “Stop it. I’m watching.” “Did you really understand what we’re watching?” I held her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her cheeks were flushed. Her lips dried. Her pupils were dilated. Talking about wild sex turned her on. “Are you wet, baby?” “You’re disgusting.” “Am I now?” I smirked. “Shut the smug face off, Spade. I won’t do something like that.” My smile widened. “Good, because I don’t share what’s mine. If you’re not my wife, I don’t care if that’s what you enjoy, but you’re mine, princess. Your body is mine, and no one can touch you but me.”

His hand came down on my ass cheek with a sharp smack, the sound echoing in the room, the sting blooming hot across my skin, making me yelp and push back against him harder. “You like that, Elena? Being fucked like a dirty whore by your father in law, taking my cock while everyone waits for your wedding?” he growled, spanking me again, even harder this time, the pain shooting straight to my pussy, making it clench tight around him as he railed me without mercy, his balls slapping against my clit over and over, building that pressure inside 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?”

Yet, his strength prevailed, and we remained locked in our positions. "You can't go anywhere, Xiellenna. I know it's you. I know that you're my fucking wife!" he bellowed, leaving me stunned. In an instant, I felt transported back to the times when he used to scream at me. Weakness consumed me, reminiscent of the powerlessness I had experienced during those agonizing moments. "I-I am not. I-I'm not your wife, Hans," I weakly protested, averting my gaze downward. "You're my wife. And I can prove it to you," he asserted firmly.

“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 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.