Novel & Cerita Wife Getting Spanked

I pulled the shirt off and went to the waist of the slacks, unbelted, and pulled them down along with my underwear. “Turn this way and open your legs, Mrs. Laterza.” “Do I get a prize?” The look in her eyes was greedy. “No, you get a spanking. I believe that was negotiated.” “It was not.” She smiled in a very wicked way. “It will be before the night is over. I have a few things we need to come to terms with. First, I will fuck my wife, and then we will discuss what is important, and then I will fuck my wife again.”

“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.

"Is this another type of ritual?" "I am awaiting my punishment, wife. Do as you will." Penny bit her lip to hold in a giggle. "Get up. Why don't we call ourselves even and forget about this punishing stuff? Well, maybe not the spanking bit. That part is kind of fun." She'd no sooner spoken than she found herself lifted in the air. Reg held her up effortlessly, his swollen cock probing at her damp sex. With a thrust, he sheathed himself, and his fingers clutched at her buttocks to balance her. Penny wrapped her legs tightly around her husband's blue waist.

Being at the villa would have heightened her emotions and hindered our discussions. I got us both out of the bath and knocked her hands away as I dried her. “Get in the bed, naked and get comfortable. I will be in there in a moment,” I ordered her. She crossed her arms with an arched brow and a smile. “Really?” Fuck her tits looked good when she did that. I crowded her with my body before I lent down, so my lips were only an inch from hers. “Or there will be consequences.” She narrowed her eyes at me: “You spank me, and I’ll spank you back. THAT will be called a repercussion.”

Her fingers firmly grasped Aaron's cheeks in the middle of her forefinger and thumb before she inhaled impolitely, "In the future, don't even think about talking, calling your life terrible, if not I wouldn't fret spanking your butt." Aaron gazes at her, blinks and giggles with gusto. Like an all out hearty chuckle, and it's the hottest giggle Kathy has heard and loved every time. "That's cute. You will spank me. With your little hand, it will only hit like a leaf." Kathy laughed, and left his mouth, brushing her fingers through his hair. "Don't underestimate the power of your little wifey… hubby. He shrugs with a playful smile, "Then I will want one."

I got slapped at my own wedding, and my wife’s bodyguard was the one who did it. Amelie Darren was standing before me in her custom-made wedding dress and smiling gently. Her expression was warm. Right then, a figure suddenly sped over from her side. It was Cole Martin. Before I could react, there was a sharp smack, and the left side of my face burned with pain. I was stunned. I covered my cheek as I looked at Cole in astonishment.

She was just as pissed off as I was. “You’ll see.” I threatened, not sure what I would do yet. I walked away without so much of a glance. If she brought that attitude with her tonight, I’d find a way to punish her. The first thing that came to mind was spanking her, which made me roll my eyes at myself. Spanking a woman is hardly a punishment for either party and always leads to sex. If she had proof of my handprint on her ass, that contract would be broken in no time, and I’d have to pay up without getting anything out of it.

She extended her palm, signaling for the whip. I did not know why, but I found myself nodding. Freya took the whip. Crack. She lashed it against the floor, and I felt the ground vibrate. My throat went dry as Freya’s eyes darkened. The soft, fragile woman was gone. Her teeth clenched as she delivered the first strike to Garrick. His cheeks puffed, sweat pooling at his brow as his face flushed red. I had thought she was joking when she said she wanted to carry out the punishment herself. Turns out, my wife was dead serious.

The words coming from Ethan hit me, but it felt like they were passing through a layer of something, as if they never fully reached me. It didn't make sense. None of it made sense. We had been married for eight years. This was the woman who squeezed toothpaste onto my toothbrush every single morning. She remembered every single one of my dietary quirks and never let cilantro ever end up in my bowl. I constantly teased her for being childish, but she never got tired of buying me prank gifts. Such a woman was having an affair? I looked down at my hands. My wedding band was still resting on my ring finger.

When the floor show ended, another man took a woman over his knee and spanked her where he sat. It was a type of spanking Tara had never seen. It wasn’t rushed or done in anger. He would slap her butt cheeks and then rub the red spots that formed with a firm hand. She’d cry out and counted each slap. Moaning in delight as he caressed her intimately. She was panting and begging for more. Thrusting her bum up begging for another slap. It was so intimate that Tara had to look away when his hand disappeared between her bare thighs, and she began cooing in delight and thrusting her hips against his hand.