Wife Gets Spanking Novels & Stories

“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.

Aurora yelled and Vincenzo landed her another slap on her right ass cheek. We are just starting… I’m spanking you twenty times… I want you to count. Thwack, the sound came and she groaned. 1, she cried. He kept spanking her 2, 3, ,4,5, 6, 7, 8…… until it reach the twentieth…..her ass was already red and he smiled like a demon enjoying the softness of her ass… Learn to be a good girl for your hubby… He whispered…. He doesn’t want you to use any hairpin but you stole the hairpin in his locker.

"Oh, yeah. I beat her everyday and cheat on her, she's just a bit...." "Grayson!! my whip!!!" I cut him off. I see his eyes shift in fear for a second. Grayson hands the whip to me and I start to flog him. "How dare you hit my wife?" I ask as I flog him. "How dare you maltreat my sister??!!" He doesn't scream, he simply laughs as I flog him. I continue flogging him until I see every part of his skin is broken and there's blood all over his body.

Again he could hear that hint of a barely there laugh. Cedric tugged her body over his and cupped her bottom, clenching one cheek. "If we're speaking of punishments, my lovely wife, then I'll be happy to dole out spankings when required." He swatted her bottom and he knew by the hiss that escaped her that there would be a fresh pool of heat between her legs. "How dare you!" she chastised, but he lifted her hips up and impaled her on his newly hardened erection.

“It’s fixable, a few spanking and that look in your eyes would drain right away. I’m not even angry at you anymore.” A chuckle left his lips, his hand sliding down her arm. “A woman i—” Verya grabbed his hand, twisting it and when he yelled out in pain, she only twisted it farer. “You’re the one who needs a spanking, don’t look at me like I’m inferior to you. Woman or not, I’m stronger than you...that’s f*cking clear.” He clenched his jaw, whimpering pitifully. “Let go!” “No...”

"But you're not! You're not doing anything wrong," "I know, but it's still hard to convince myself of that. Now, I'm telling you. If a woman wants you to flogger her because she gets off on the pain. Then you are not abusing her. And spankings? Those I've heard are very enjoyable when done correctly." "No! Absolutely not," he said sternly.

"NO! Like a rebellious slut! I believe that rebellion isn't OK in our relationship and I will do whatever I can devise in order to prevent it. If we discover that we enjoy some types of punishments we will devise ways for you to let me know that you need to be punished." "You think I might like being spanked?" "I don't know. How long has it been since someone spanked your bare ass?" "I was five or six." "That doesn't count. If you disobey me we may just have to find out how you react to spanking. There are lots of other ways that someone could be punished besides spanking." "Have you punished other women?" "Years ago I was dating a woman who seemed to want to be in a bit of pain to heighten

His breath was low in my ear. “You see, my dear wife,” he whispered darkly, “this is what happens when you let a man think he has a chance.” And then he spanked me once. I gasped, turning slightly. “Killian, what are you doing?” “Don’t talk while I talk,” he growled, spanking me again. Once. Twice. Three times. “Killian, what the hell is wrong with you?” I managed to say, but the heat had already started pooling at the pit of my stomach.

"Ok. Since we haven't had time for ourselves, I was hoping you'll just stay at home with me and we'll continue designing like we used to." "Ok then." Rodriguez gave her a smile and got ready for bed. She did the same and when she was comfy, she said, "And no phones. It always distracts you." "I surrender." Rodriguez remained awake until his wife drifted back to sleep. He really hoped Mrs. Contreras had a way to fix this or he would. *** Mrs Contreras paced around the room wildly and continued complaining to her husband on how betrayed she felt. "How did you even know she called them?" Her husband asked, sipping a cup of scented tea and being less concerned about what Ema had just done.

she said. "Don't call me by my name, wife," he breathed. "No, don't...!" Another hard slap landed on her cheek ass. "What did I tell you?" "Hubby..." she cried. "Hubby, what?" "Y-Yes... Yes, hubby..." she choked on her own breath. He slapped her ass one more time before he gently caressed it to soothe the pain. "So submissive, I like it." He held her hair through his fingers and pulled her up to her knees, her back was pressing against his chest. "I'll spank you again and again if you try to disobey me, am I understood, kukla?" (doll)