Wife Gets Spanking Novels & Stories

She extended her palm, signaling for the whip. I did not know why, but I found myself nodding. Freya took the whip. Crack. She lashed it against the floor, and I felt the ground vibrate. My throat went dry as Freya’s eyes darkened. The soft, fragile woman was gone. Her teeth clenched as she delivered the first strike to Garrick. His cheeks puffed, sweat pooling at his brow as his face flushed red. I had thought she was joking when she said she wanted to carry out the punishment herself. Turns out, my wife was dead serious.

I moaned. "That's right baby," he cooed. "Keep rubbing your slut button. I've never had a white girl who didn't love getting spanked. I'm going to spank you until you can bury my cock inside of you." Then he spoke to Richard again. "Your wife is a hot piece of ass. She's definitely going to cum before I'm balls deep. I bet you have a lot of fun with her."

"You ready little slut? No more coddling, from either of us. You're our dirty whore that needs to be punished for being such a slut." "Yes, sir." She said, licking her lips. Goddess, she fucking loved how we dominated her and it fueled us both. "Good girl." Liam spun her around, slamming her into the wall. He kept his hand on her belly though, preventing it from hitting the wall. I smiled how he protected our child. I started undressing, watching how Liam roughly handled her body. She was pushed against the wall and Liam was already naked, standing tall and strong behind her. He began spanking her ass for being such a slut and her arousal was so potent I swear I could come from that alone.

It was like her sexiness had stripped all of his cognitive thinking and left him with nothing but an instinctive urge to breed her and to unleash upon her curvaceous body the unbridled lust she awoke within him. And who can blame him for wanting that hot piece of ass when the MILF bent at the waist before him, sticking her big booty dangerously close to his raging hardon while retrieving her golden handbag. SPANK! "Ah!" Faith gasped out while she jumped up in the air, only to look over her shoulder at him with a 'come on and fuck me' expression on her pretty face. "Jordan... we've talked about this... I'm married... you can't keep spanking my big booty" Faith told him while she put the golde

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

The words coming from Ethan hit me, but it felt like they were passing through a layer of something, as if they never fully reached me. It didn't make sense. None of it made sense. We had been married for eight years. This was the woman who squeezed toothpaste onto my toothbrush every single morning. She remembered every single one of my dietary quirks and never let cilantro ever end up in my bowl. I constantly teased her for being childish, but she never got tired of buying me prank gifts. Such a woman was having an affair? I looked down at my hands. My wedding band was still resting on my ring finger.

She was completely exposed, ass up, holes still plugged and leaking. Jax yanked the plugs out roughly, making her whimper as cum poured down her thighs onto the cold floor. “Look at this married whore. Still full of our loads while her husband sleeps upstairs.” The first slap landed hard on her ass, making her jolt. Then another. And another. Marcus and Jax took turns spanking her without mercy, their palms cracking against her skin louder and louder. Her ass turned bright red fast, then deeper shades. “Harder,” Emma gasped, surprising even herself. “Please… make it hurt.”

"You're never going to be anything but disobedient. You will always need stern punishment and hard fucking." The vision of her draped over my lap, her reddened bottom on display for all the world to see as I spanked her, discipling the disobedient woman was almost too much. My balls swelled, screaming for relief. I could almost feel the sting in my hand from the intensity of her spanking, one hard smack coming after the other in rapid succession. I could see the way her face twisted in a combination of pleasure and pain as he body wiggled, trying desperately to keep her position.

He turned her with a swift moment so that she was lying on her stomach and her back was facing him. To make sure she would cooperate, he held unto her hand with his big hands and limited it’s movement by pinning them in top of her head. Then he gave her a good spanking on her butt cheeks constantly reminding her that she was married. On the other side, Felicia was a different shade of red and green, she was really embarrassed to be spanked like a she was a small child who did something wrong and is being punished. Although she was used to getting a slap from her parents once in a while, this actually felt different, instead of pain, she felt pressured instead and she couldn’t even hold her m

If any woman ever needed a spanking, it's this one. When she performed her little move on me, I wasn't expecting it and hit the ground before I could come up with a countermove. Yeah, I'm angry and that's never good. This is a lifestyle of choice. I've never before laid a hand on a woman who didn't want it. They might be afraid because a punishment spanking is no cake walk, but they voluntarily suffer the consequences for their actions. Punishing this woman, a dominant, goes against everything I believe in. She's driven me completely, certifiably insane, because I'm contemplating a fitting punishment.