Wife Spanked By Husband Novels & Stories

She gasped as he smacked her buttock, smirking at his action. "How dare you?? Don't ever do that again you pervert." She shouted at him embarrassed at his audacity. “Okay” she heard him say but gasped loudly as he again smacked her but making her hiss. "Husband!!! You are so bad! I am your wife?! How can you do this to me?! She shouted and tried to get off him. Tried but obviously failed. He was unfazed by her words and to teach her a lesson he entered the water with her still on his shoulder, dangling.

“I don’t give a fuck what was going on. I don’t care if we were fighting or arguing, but I am your husband, Anna, and I deserve to know if my wife had flown across the country. A wife who is still recovering!” “Yes, I am sorry.” I lowered my head, suddenly feeling shame. “Sorry doesn't cut it, Anna. He pressed on, and I nodded, unable to defend myself. We stood there for what felt like an hour before he spoke again. “You will be punished?” He suddenly declared, and my breath hitched. “Punished?” My head tilted in question, heart pounding so loud as my brain conjured all forms of punishment, and none of them looked pleasing. “Yes.” He bit, his fingers slowly encasing my wrist and pulling me i

“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.

he spanks me, forcing my eyes open, before leaving. Holy fúcking shít, I just cheated on my husband.

Erin Greer values a good joke more than boundaries. She always says that we have to keep things fun if we want our relationship to last. So she and her childhood friend, Mark Levine, have a standing arrangement. They will orchestrate a surprise every year on our wedding anniversary—with all their friends playing along—just to see if I'll fall for it. Three years ago, she told Mark in front of me that she regretted marrying me. When I turned to leave, she laughed and pulled me back, saying I was too easily teased. Two years ago, she had Mark put divorce papers beside my pillow. After I signed them with a trembling hand, she laughed and said it was just a prank. Last year, she and Mark hel

She approached them just as the girl guided his hands to her breasts. "Tracey," he mumbled. That was when she lost her mind; she grabbed the woman’s hair and slapped her hard. Then, she faced her wasted husband and slapped him hard, too. "Ow..." he grumbled. "What the fuck, Ian!" she shouted at him. But Ian was completely wasted, and the woman she had slapped fired back by pulling her hair. Tracey quickly punched the woman in the stomach and pushed her away. "Get the fuck off me and my husband, you slut!" she growled, which made everyone stop. Then, she grabbed her husband’s face and slapped him again. "Wake up, asshole!"

“My late ex husband, Noah Shaw, he was a very terrible man. A bully. He would beat me up for not having his meals ready at exactly six pm, and he would hit me with a belt for not having a spread out on the table for him, and that only happened when I was sick. He would also cheat on me, and he treated me worse than dirt beneath his usually doesn’t shoes. You can’t imagine.” Delilah shook her head. “How can a person be that cruel to his own wife?” “Oh, that was not even all. He refused to allow us to have children! He made me act all prim and proper and treated me like a child. He cheated multiple times and would still come back to me to break things and complain and transfer aggression. I st

He was going to drop her any moment, wasn't he? But he didn't. He moved with her in his arms despite her cursing and thrusting about. Although, it was clearly getting on his nerves. His wife was definitely getting spanked for creating a scene.

"Since you're here, I have something to say. I want a divorce. I was going to file, but since everyone is here tonight, let's see if we can settle it now." Sinead immediately stood up. "I don't agree." When she first came in, she had looked guilty and remained silent in front of my parents. Only now did she dare object. That was because she knew that if she stayed silent, her husband would be gone. She had never imagined this outcome. She did not want to accept it. The thought alone was enough to make her panic. My parents clearly had no patience left for her either. "You didn't care about this family then. We don't want to hear anything from you now. If we can't communicate properly, then p

Using all her strength, Ariana slapped him hard across the face. The sound was loud and sharp. Spencer grabbed her wrist. "This is the third time. Ariana, if you weren't my wife, I'd have dealt with you long ago. Since you slapped my face, you'll pay the price." He then lifted her and—ignoring her struggles—placed her on his lap and spanked her a few times. They were both naked from their previous activities. Handprints immediately appeared on Ariana's pale skin. Despite her slender frame, Ariana had a great figure.