Wife Getting Spanked Novels & Stories

"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.

"He's so fucking big. It's so fucking big." Her hips began to undulate, sliding forwards and upwards before returning to their original position, again and again. "He feels so fucking good," she said, groaning. "Is he gonna make you cum?" Ed asked, still pinching her nipple. She nodded, unable to find the words to speak as she closed her eyes. Duncan still gripped her hips roughly and began to help her gyrating. Ed leaned forwards a bit and raised his hand. Marie closed her eyes and leaned forwards, her lips kissing Duncan's neck softly as her husband brought his hand down. A loud smack filled the room as he spanked her, drawing a moan from the dark-haired beauty.

, he says dawning shame over her and embarassment rains her. Her face gets crimson red and she turns her face at side with her eyes shut close making him smirk. He pulls his hand away from her sex and holding her waist sensually making her feel ticklish sensation inside. While her heart was thudding like a crazy maniac and breathes were heavy. "Look at me Wifey!!", he demands and she turns her face straight but couldn't dare to open her eyes.

Out. The room was filled with her loud moans and his low growls and groans. Her legs were failing her but because her husband is generously he roamed with her to the bench and she rested on her hip and forearm. And he pressed her thighs together to enter her again from behind. She had a tighter hold on his member as he thrust her. He pulled her hair while thrusting her and not forgetting to spank her. That made her jolt for a few seconds and he walked away from her.

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.

"Look at your little neighbor licking you clean while I fuck the soul out of you!" My wife looked down, seeing Sarah’s tongue buried deep in her pussy, and she let out a loud, filthy wail. "Yes! Fuck me! Suck me! I'm such a slut for you, Edwin! I'm your fucking whore!" The admission sent a jolt of electricity straight to my balls. I shifted my grip, reaching around to grab one of Lillian’s heavy, bouncing breasts, squeezing it with bruising force and pinching her nipple hard. At the same time, I raised my other hand and delivered a stinging, open-palmed spank across her right butt cheek.

He laughed, “Yes, I loved hearing you scream my name.” She hid her face under her palm, “Oh! God!” He removed her hands, “Are you embarrassed, Mrs. Smith?” She snorted, “Mr. Husband, don’t forget I am your wife. Why would I be embarrassed? I only took what belonged to me.” Jonatha laughed. She was always domineering and sassy. He teased, “You are right, your highness! Shall I serve my lady in the bath?” She smirked, “That won’t be necessary. I plan to take a quick rinse only.”

It infuriates me whenever he calls me by that endearment. But I. Am. No. Longer. His. Wife. I wanted to shout it at him right then and there. His face was only inches away from mine, but my nervousness vanished as he drew closer. It was replaced by irritation. Every time he called me wife, it made my blood boil. If it were in the past and he had called me by that endearment, I might have happily succumbed to his charms, eagerly waiting for the next sweet moment. I might have fallen for his manipulative gestures.

I sucked on her tits while railing her, leaving marks on her soft skin. “Does your husband fuck you like this?” I growled, thrusting harder. “Does he make you scream?” “Nooo… ahhh… he’s too gentle… too boring,” she cried out, her pussy clenching around me. “Your cock is so much bigger… it’s filling me so deep!” I flipped her onto all fours and took her from behind, spanking her ass red while pounding her. Sophia pushed back against me, moaning like a whore. “Harder, Ethan! Fuck my married pussy harder!”

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.”