Wife Getting Spanked Novels & Stories

I cupped her cheek in one hand and finally gave in to the urge to wrap her long hair around my other, tilting her head back for a kiss. “Are you going to behave?” I said some moments later. “No fucking way.” At that response, I threw her over my shoulder and carried her to the bed. She squealed in surprise, and then when I tossed her onto the bed and pulled her nightgown up to spank her, she squealed again. “You’re in a mood!” She squeaked-giggled when I spanked the other cheek. “I’m showing my wife that she needs to submit to her husband.”

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

“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.

“Argh!” I was instantly frightened and infuriated, the blood rushing through my head almost driving me crazy. It took me a moment to get myself back, and stop the illusion of spinning stars hovering my head. “What the fuck Wilson? Why did you spank my ass twice??!!” I shouted at him, rubbing my ass to soothe the pain. His face beamed widely in an evil way and I sensed that something was fishy. “The first spank was punishment for marrying another man and the second one is a message to your husband.”

While keeping a close eye on me, he asked, "Are you all right, ma'am?" "Yes." "You're crying," he said. "My Master has been spanking me for having an orgasm without permission. It's with my consent, so he's not doing anything he's not supposed to." She turned her back to him and showed him her red bottom. "Touch it. Feel how warm it is." Still keeping an eye on me with my paddle, he said, "I don't think that would be appropriate, ma'am." "If you think I would object to you touching my wife's red bottom, you'd be wrong," I said. "I have no objection whatsoever."

she pleaded but he wasn’t buying it. “You deserve it, if you don’t come to me in three seconds, I will double the spank,” he threatened her and it worked. Encha who knew that Keaton never jokes when it comes to his punishment quickly offered herself to the man. “Strip!” he commanded and she discarded her pajama top and bottom in less than two minutes leaving her in just her panties. Keaton smiled as he looked at his wife’s small body. The body was covered with his marks, as he loves to renew them whenever they try to fade away. Encha was put on his lap with her butt facing him.

And again. "What do you want, Tart? Tell us." Selby's cock brushed her nose. "Your cock! I want you to fuck me." Again, he spanked her, and she fell forward into Selby's crotch, her face buried in his lap. She could feel tears in her eyes, but she wanted more. She couldn't believe what was happening. Another man spanked her in front of her husband, and she begged for it. "Please, fuck me. Please! Fuck me!"

The hardest part was holding back her laugher and acting irritated over the exile. Her ass remained red too, and for someone who at one time didn't understand another woman's need for a spanking, she now craved the sexual ecstasy they unleashed when it happened. Stephon used a tawes and crop, but like him, she preferred his hand. Matt never spanked her, but had no problem tantalizing her body while Stephon administered the pain. Slowly she realized Stephon controlled Matt to some extent and both men dominated her fully. Their dynamic was a huge turn on.

With reddish, teary eyes, I witnessed how Tyler enjoyed thrusting into this strange woman. I heard the woman moan in sweet voices like a dedicated companion, providing an intimate service to her client. “F**k me harder, baby!” “Harder! Tyler, f**k, harder!” I heard her scream like a melodious singer reaching her highest pitch. Tyler, who never spanked me during our intimate moments as husband and wife, spanked this strange woman like a rider urging his horse to run faster. I heard him groan loudly, as if he had never experienced anything this good before.

Smack She groaned, "Yeah, baby...spank me...spank me more!" I slapped her other cheek, and Pete was mesmerized, watching me fuck the hell out of his wife. Smack...Smack...Smack...Smack That creamy, white ass was definitely showing some pink...and she was working her clit at a good pace. I couldn't see, but I could feel the vibrations, and knew it was probably hard, like a tiny pebble. After the spanking, it wasn't but a minute or two, before she was shuddering; her pussy clenched tight around my cock, and I slowed my thrusts, fucking her through it.