Novel & Cerita Wife Spanked By Husband

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

His swats were harder than Edith's and hurt a lot more making me struggle and begin to push with my feet against the floor to try and move away from my spanking. It was all Edith could do to hold me down across her lap, as she leaned on my back, while her husband spanked my sore ass. She finally told him to go get her hair brush and the lubricant, as I felt the spanking end, and I stopped my feet while Bill pulled my head up off of his lap by my hair while he stood up. The cheeks of my ass were burning as I felt Edith's hand caressing them as she told me more softly,

Again he could hear that hint of a barely there laugh. Cedric tugged her body over his and cupped her bottom, clenching one cheek. "If we're speaking of punishments, my lovely wife, then I'll be happy to dole out spankings when required." He swatted her bottom and he knew by the hiss that escaped her that there would be a fresh pool of heat between her legs. "How dare you!" she chastised, but he lifted her hips up and impaled her on his newly hardened erection.

“Thank god. He was so sweet at first. Then he walked into the dressing room, I could have sworn the man was vibrating with rage, but from the look of you I can see it was lust.” Blushing, I shake my head. “No, you had it right the first time. It was rage.” Her eyes run over me. “Ah, he’s one of those.” She sighs. “My husband is the same. Kind of a daddy dom. Spanking, punishment, using you, leaving you gasping for air when you’re bad. But when you’re a good girl he takes care of everything you could possibly need or want—even things you don’t think of yourself. Then he also makes you come so hard you see stars.”

I could feel the bulge beneath my ribs growing with every smack he gave me. “What the hell is wrong with you?” standing up. My ass stings, and I’m sure it’s as red as a tomato. I stared at my husband. I was angry that he was spanking me. I wanted to show him I was annoyed with the spanking, but fuck, the man looks like he just stepped out of a magazine with his thick black hair that falls in his eyes, abs that make me want to run my fingers down, and those V muscles that lead to something I desperately want to feel inside me. Just looking at him makes me wet. Unknowingly, to me instead of fighting him for spanking me.

I replied and he chuckled hard. I’m his wife, right? But as silly and weird as it sounds, I wanted to have a taste of what his real sl*ut was enjoying. Maybe that would help me understand what’s so special about their bond and relationship. “But you’re not my sl*ut, you’re my wife…” he whispered against my skin. “For this morning, I am…” I replied and, without saying a word, he spanked me hard again, sending a sting of sweet pain through my body.

He spins me again, bends me over the toilet lid, and drives back in from behind. No mercy now. He fucks me like he’s trying to punish me for almost getting caught, hips slamming, hand fisted in my hair, the other spanking my ass raw. Every thrust forces a choked sob from my throat. “Take it,” he hisses. “Take your father-in-law’s cock while your husband walks away like a fucking idiot.” I come again, harder than before, squirting so violently it splashes the toilet tank.

My wife is a freak, she loved my dirty talks and it’s about to make me implode inside of her. On my way to this safehouse I had just one intention spanking and punishing her for the stupid stunt she pulled by running off, she should know better than to try and run from me. A pakhan like me knows where to find just about anybody. Let alone my runaway new bride! I hadn't intended to claim her but fuck I couldn't hold back and now I was about the blow my shit out like a teenage boy who just fucked his first girl. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull us away from the wall. Still inside her, with her body tight against mine, her legs around my waist, I can feel every shudder, every tensing muscle.

Each word was punctuated with a hard slap to my ass which was already heating up. "Jake cut it out." There were tears because those things stung but inside I was jumping for joy. My man was back and boy was he ever. After spanking my ass he threw me face down on the bed and tore my panties down my thighs. I looked over my shoulder to see him unzipping his jeans. "Don't you fucking move or it's gonna be your ass." I turned my head back around and bit my lip to stifle my laughter. His big hands came around my hips and he pulled just my ass up. I felt his tongue enter me from behind and started cumming immediately. After he'd made me cum in his mouth twice he licked the red welts his hands had

It didn't hurt her a lot, but that belt did graze against her subtle skin, which his gaze failed to catch. “That’s your fucking punishment. We could have done it like a normal couple, but no. You have chosen to run away from your husband, and then you called him a criminal in front of cops, and not only this….” He gripped her chin, while pushing his head down in her direction. “You were planning on keeping him locked behind the bars forever, and you also dared trying to slap your husband during our very first wedding night, so….” He lightly brushed his lips against hers, making her recoil under him.