Wife Gets Spanking Novels & Stories

Elijah resumed to spanking her across both ass cheeks using his hands this time. “Say thank you, Slut. Thank you for giving you the spanking you so desperately needed,” he commanded, rubbing her ass cruelly, making her whimper and moan at the very same time. Her once lovely creamy ass now swollen and red from the numerous spanks. “Thank you! Thank you!” She squealed, and soon she was forced back on her feet. Jackson stood up as well, grabbing the binder clips clamped over her nipples and giving them a little twist. She gasped loudly, letting out a short yelp.

Leaning over, I whisper in her ear, “So eager, Miss Davidson. Are you a greeter girl?” “Yes, Mr. Sturgis.” Ellie leans up to kiss me, but I stop her, “No. I only kiss my wife.” Pulling away, I say, “Let’s start your punishment preview.” My hand pulls away and comes down with a hard smack, then I gently rub her cheek, before repeating the action on the other. This pattern continues until Ellie’s skin is bright red. My fingers retrace her center as I lean over her. Ellie’s soaked, “You naughty girl. Is this why you wanted a preview?”

His swats were harder than Edith's and hurt a lot more making me struggle and begin to push with my feet against the floor to try and move away from my spanking. It was all Edith could do to hold me down across her lap, as she leaned on my back, while her husband spanked my sore ass. She finally told him to go get her hair brush and the lubricant, as I felt the spanking end, and I stopped my feet while Bill pulled my head up off of his lap by my hair while he stood up. The cheeks of my ass were burning as I felt Edith's hand caressing them as she told me more softly,

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

The desk shook with every brutal stroke. Lila cried out in pleasure, pushing her ass back to meet him. “Harder!” she moaned. “Fuck me like my husband never could!” Noah railed her mercilessly, one hand fisting her hair while the other spanked her ass red. “Your husband pays me to work here,” he growled, spanking her again. “And now I’m fucking his beautiful young wife on his own desk. How does that feel, Mrs. Whitaker?” “So good!” she sobbed, legs shaking. “I’m such a bad wife… Don’t stop… Fill me with your cum!”

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.

, 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.

What kind of reason could justify a bodyguard slapping her employer’s husband in front of so many people? “What kind of reason is so important that it can’t be talked about in private? Why did he have to do this today and at my wedding?” My voice trembled, and I felt the rage nearly burn through my chest. “Well, maybe you really did something? Mr. Martin isn’t an unreasonable person.” I stared at Mom in disbelief. How was this my fault when I had been slapped? What could I have done? All I had done today was attend my own wedding. “What have I done? Tell me then, what have I done?” I questioned her. My voice grew louder, riling the guests up once again.

Her mind completely blank, Charlie once again forgot about what he had told her about being quiet and threaded her fingers through his hair, trying to get her tongue to move to the places where she felt most sensitive. “My naughty little girl wants some more spanking? “ he growled against the flesh of her thigh, before blowing some cool air against her scalding folds, making her whimper “Then it's fine. I'm going to leave that little ass with the print of my hand, so you can learn to do what your husband says. “ with blurred vision, she lifted her face just enough to see him smirk between her legs, before landing a loud and accurate slap on her bottom, which only made her wetter “ That's why

My wife says, this is news for me. "Didn't you punish her Kennedy?" I ask with a raised brow. "I gave her few swats on her diapered bum and time out in her playpen" my wife replies. "Ken, you know and we agreed on punishing her when she misbehaves," I say, my wife wouldn't want to punish her, but she can't keep acting out when I'm busy at work. "Hey, I did punish her!" Kennedy replies defending herself. "With timeout and a couple of swats, Ken she needs a proper spanking with how bad she's been acting," I say, I only saw her last outburst around bedtime, and that was bad enough.