Wife Spanked By Husband Novels & Stories

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

I will not be your wife again. I screamed as he gave me a hard tug, forcing me over his knee, then he threw my evening dress over my head and spanked me hard. It was not the sexy teasing spanking he had given me occasionally when we were married; it was a punishment, and it fucking hurt. For a brief minute I was frozen in shock, and then my anger exploded. I fought tooth and nail, screaming as he beat me; it was no use; he held me down easily. When he had finished, he allowed me to sit back up, and I instantly pulled myself as far away from him as I could. I was trembling all over, but not with fear as Killian thought. 'I warned you, little wife. Defy me, and you will be punished. I expect t

Before she could react, he swiftly hooked his finger into the sides of her panties and tore them away, leaving her completely exposed. Suddenly, and without warning, he spread her legs apart, his head descending between her thighs. "Leonardo!" she gasped as his tongue made contact with her warm, tender flesh, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. "You need a good spanking, baby, for hurting my heart, playing games with me, and almost cruelly killing me by running away from me," he groaned, his anger mixed with a hint of desire. "But you're pregnant with my baby, so I have planned to punish you tenderly. Now don't come until I say. Or I will never let you come. Remember one thing: a

“Husband—” SMACK! She received an angry slap in return. His wife looked at him in disbelief as she cupped her face with one hand. She did not expect him to hit her; before she had time to respond, he sent another slap across her face. This slap was more forceful than before and sent her crashing into the cabinet.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

I cupped her cheek in one hand and finally gave in to the urge to wrap her long hair around my other, tilting her head back for a kiss. “Are you going to behave?” I said some moments later. “No fucking way.” At that response, I threw her over my shoulder and carried her to the bed. She squealed in surprise, and then when I tossed her onto the bed and pulled her nightgown up to spank her, she squealed again. “You’re in a mood!” She squeaked-giggled when I spanked the other cheek. “I’m showing my wife that she needs to submit to her husband.”

Spak had a furious look on his face and he knew the reason. Jane saw her husband coming and hurriedly, she started dressing up. "Hunny, it's not what you think. he was trying to force me." she quickly said and feigned tears. She didn't even when Mr. Sparks suddenly slapped her hard across the face. "Why would you do that?"

I groaned impatiently, " Vincenzo..you...you..." He bent his head down to whisper in my ears, my ass stinging in pain, " Hmm? This is my way of torturing you, darling. You can't even complain to our dear grandpa, can you?" BASTARD!! I felt frustrated with him in anger. He was using his husband's rights and I could do nothing about it. I couldn't possibly say to Grandpa Michael that he had spanked me. Another whimper left my lips when he landed a second slap on my ass.

Sophia clenched her teeth and spoke angrily. The moment she spoke, her face hurt. The pain she felt from Adina’s slap last night was nothing compared to when Sean beat her up this morning as soon as he came home. After Sean struck her, her cheeks became swollen… Sean had beaten her up many times throughout their seven to eight years of marriage. She was aware that divorcing him would be the wisest choice, yet she found the thought absolutely frustrating.

The three of them went into another world for a couple of minutes as both guys fucked my wife as if their lives depended on it, with Sandra seemingly enjoying every second. “Is that good baby?” Desi grunted, then he spanked her ass– ‘crack’, “do you like it rough?” ‘Crack’ another smack on the other cheek, “I bet you’ve dreamed of getting fucked like this for years?” ‘Crack.’ “Haven’t you?” ‘Crack’, the spanking was getting louder and her cheeks were turning red. Sandra’s breathing was getting shorter and her eyes were nearly popping out of her head as she energetically sucked Kez’s dick while Desi fucked and spanked her.