Wife Getting Spanked Novels & Stories

he asked earnestly, then the woman makes a blank face. Jostein gets the pillowcase then tied her hands on her back. He makes her on her knees. She is making her head against the soft sheets of the bed. "I am now allowing you to touch me!" he growled, then spank her butt cheek so hard. "AHH! I-I'M SORRY!" she nearly cries when the big hands of him are spanking her white butt cheeks—the white skin turns reddish. He gets his wallet then grabbed the condom—he put it on his cock, making sure that it is protected.

A sweet anticipation locks into the space between us. Smack. A heavy, aggressive hand suddenly slams down onto the center of our wooden table, shattering the quiet sanctuary of the corner booth. "Get your hands off my wife." The voice is cold, venomous, and instantly recognizable. My entire body goes stone-cold. I look up, my chest locking as I find Mark standing directly over our table. He is dressed in a flawless, thousands-of-dollars tailored suit, his face contorted into a mask of fury. Gideon stands two steps behind him, his eyes scanning the lobby with a detached focus.

, she said, finally pulling herself out of her reverie. “That we shouldn’t consummate our marriage?”, he asked, his smirk broadening. “Yeah”, she answered. “It doesn’t mean you can’t be punished for disobedience”, he said and in the blink of an eye, she was on his shoulder and his hands were on her bottom. ‘Whack!’ she felt a spank and let out a yelp because she wasn’t expecting it but the second time he spanked her, she couldn’t help but let out a moan.

“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.

There wasn’t a biker chick who didn’t. Domestic punishment was how we handled our women whenever they stepped out of line. There was nothing abusive about it; all it entailed was a little spanking, followed by rampant makeup sex. We had nothing but love and respect for our mates, but the Roughnecks were all spanking men. We took care of our women and kept them satisfied. Bikers lived by a code of honor, and our women all had to toe the line. Gia let out a startled gasp as my palm came crashing down hard, landing on her left ass cheek with a slap. Her body relaxed as I rubbed away the sting.

It took him some seconds to process that Mark had carried him on his shoulder. “You, what are you doing?” Angelo began to; struggle because of the awkward position that; he was forced into- by Mark. “Put me down.” “No can do and please stop struggling,” Mark then spank the buttocks of his wife. “You pervert!” Angelo shouted as Mark had spanked him on his buttocks. “How dare you touch my butt. I’m going to sue you!” Mark then slapped the buttocks of his wife another time, “I told you to stop struggling. A wife that is disobedient needs to be punished.”

I explain passionately. “Oh, so you can spank me but you can’t pretend to fight me?” Selene questions coyly. Chuckling darkly I answer, “those are very different things.” My wife has mentioned her spanking so frequently I’m beginning to think she wants another. “You earned the spanking.” I remind her huskily. “You could never earn an attack.” Pouting, Selene shifts restlessly against me, tempting me to no end, “Please just give it one more try?” She begs, trailing her slender fingers down my chest.

“This married pussy is so much tighter than I imagined. Your husband has no idea how to fuck you properly, does he?” He started pounding me hard — deep, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and my moans turn into broken cries. Every thrust slammed against my cervix. The wet, filthy sound of his heavy balls slapping my soaked pussy filled the room. “Tell me,” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Tell me how much better my cock feels than your husband’s.” “So much better,” I sobbed with pleasure. “Your cock is ruining me— I can’t go back to him after this—”

My wife was the kind of woman who was up for anything in bed, even things I wouldn’t have dared try, like sex with more than one person. I never thought I’d have to turn into a sexual beast to satisfy a woman enough to keep her from wanting another man’s cock. But that’s exactly what was happening. I spread her ass and gave her a long, deliberate rimjob, savoring her most intimate taste. Olivia’s moan made my cock harden, eager to claim its favorite place inside her. I spanked her ass, and she turned her head toward me with a wicked smile, begging for more. The second spank was harder, and I expected her to complain. Instead, her voice was provocative:

Watching her grow in confidence only makes me love her more, which I didn't think was possible. But her working around a lot of men—never mind that they're mostly of the nerdy variety—has led to a lot of in-office spankings for my wife. I like to show up when she least expects me and calmly close the door to her office. Then push her face down over her desk, ruck up her skirt and slap her gorgeous behind until she's wet enough to fuck. Unfortunately, (or fortunately), Sadie hasn't completely lost her rebellious streak and can't seem to stop dressing in a manner meant to tease. To incite me.