Wife Getting Spanked Novels & Stories

“Not in the conventional sense, as if any of it is conventional. It is more of a control issue than being dominant; however, I guess it is one in the same. I’ve told you both times I did it I did not want to spank you. Spanking a woman’s ass adds a heightened layer to pleasure as pain is the same thing to the brain as pleasure. Punishment is nothing I have done in the past because I was not with a woman long enough for me to give a shit enough to correct her behavior if she did something I didn’t like. I simply never saw her again.” He frowns. “This marriage is it. Forever. You belong to me. Only death will free you from me, and if you go before me I’ll follow you into heaven or hell.” The w

He opened the door leading to the backseat and dropped Ema comfortably inside. He then proceeded to the driver's seat. His wife was already inside, rubbing her hands madly like they were stone cold. "Start the car!" She almost yelled at him. It wasn't a natural occurrence but he knew what she was so at edge, They were being hunted. The man suddenly burst out the back door, firing wildly at them. Three shots and the windshield collapsed like regular glass. A punishment for using a fake. Mr Contreras started the car and zoomed wildly to any place deemed safe.

"Be careful, honey or I might as well spank you bare-assed." "No. Please, don't." "Then, stay in position." I closed my eyes and dug my fingers on the floor, arching my back as he brought his hand several times, the sting turning into anguish. I closed my eyes as the punishment continued, smacking my upper thighs several times, the sound lingering in my ears. "Obedience. My dear stubborn wife. One day, you'll learn." He said and issued six more in rapid succession.

I think that Edith's jealously began to take over as I noticed the sweet old lady's tone change when she suddenly told me, "Come over here, dear, and bend over my lap for your spanking, for being such a whore!" Bill was smiling at me as he heard his wife's demands, and my body began to tingle when I heard her call me a whore, as I realized that I was about to be spanked. I slowly moved over to stand next to Edith, as I could feel my ass rubbing on my slick panties, knowing that those cheeks would soon be sore.

I say his name with my voice, feeling his needs; I was ready for him to claim me. “On your knees, Mrs Kline, “ he ordered, and I knelt over the couch. He got behind me, squeezing my ass before a brutal slap landed on my bare skin. “ Hmm,” I moan, pushing back into his touch, “ More!” I begged him for something I had never done before, and Thane delivered once, twice, God, who knew I could be on the verge of cumming just by getting spanked. Sneaking a finger in my wet fold, he found my clit and circled it a few times. “My wife is wet and ready for me.”

And the moment I stepped into his office, Jax had sat in his chair, watched me put the stockings and thong on, before securing the clamp on my pussy. And then we fell into our sexual role play, with me as the cheating wife and him, the scorned husband hungry to punish me, for fucking another man. With my legs spread apart, I bent over and splayed my body on his desk, the expensive mahogany cold on my tits. I hear Jax take off his belt, and then he fastened my hands tightly behind me. “Ah!” I moaned when he landed a hard spank on my exposed butt. “That’s for cheating on me” he spanked harder.

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)

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.

I gasped, jolting forward, but my hips pushed back instinctively, chasing more. “Again,” I whispered before I could stop myself. He laughed, low and dark. "Oh, you want more?" Another smack, harder this time, on the left cheek. "That's it. Take it. You deserve to be punished for being such a bad fucking bride." The third spank made me moan, loud enough that I bit my lip to muffle it. Fear flickered through my mind. What if someone hear us? Instead of pulling away, I pushed my ass back toward him, silently begging for more.

"Stop! Please stop. No matter what, he's still my husband." Her words only made things worse. Someone in the gallery shouted, "He's an animal! Don't pity him, Hazel!" Court security quickly restrained those who had lost control. When the crowd finally settled, I was lying on the floor, my body twitching. "Dear, are you alright?" Hazel kneeled beside me, pressing her hands against my chest, shaking me desperately. "Please be okay! I'll agree to the divorce, alright? Your well-being is all that matters!"