Wife Spanked By Husband Novels & Stories

Yelle said sarcastically. I poke her. "What?" "Shut up!" I whispered I saw her pouted. "Care to tell me what the heck is happening?!!!" My husband said angrily. "Maru..." Jana called him while crying. "Explain!!!" Maru shouted. "Maru you need to calm down" Jana was about to touch my husband. "Don't you dare touch my husband!" I warned her. I went to Maru and hold his hand. I furrowed when I touch the paper that her is holding.

, she again said in a agitated tone. Riya was about to answer her in a mocking tone when her dad came seeing Dia was angry and saying something to Riya. She badly wanted to tell her how and how many times she was fucked by her dear husband to add more fuel but was dragged by her father forcefully. Ira mumbled in a low voice 'wasn't it enough to make my bhabi cry on her wedding day once that now again she is speaking in a rude tone. I just hate her'. Karan heard her saying that and stared at Dia then at Ariha.

Brandon has a smile on his face, “You’re tone. I guess Maxwell keeps you covered up for a reason.” “Don’t touch me again,” I say in a cold voice. I grab the remaining dishes and take them into the kitchen. I’m shaking after my encounter with Brandon. How far has Max told him to go? Will they hurt me? I jump when Max enters the kitchen. He looks angry. “What is wrong with you?” Is he mad about my reaction to Brandon? “I…um…” “I told you that when people are around, you should be a doting wife. That means if another man puts his hand on you, you slap him. Do you not understand how disrespectful that was to me?” Max asks.

He stared at me for a long moment, sipping his whiskey. “Turn around. Bend over the desk.” I obeyed, spreading my legs and arching my back, presenting my ass and still-slightly-swollen pussy to him. Marcus walked over slowly. His hand caressed my ass cheek before he delivered a sharp, stinging spank. “You went home to your husband last night with my cum inside you, didn’t you?” he asked, voice low and dangerous. “Yes, sir,” I whispered. He spanked me again, harder. “Did you fuck him?”

How much disruption can one pint-sized woman cause? "You have two choices, spank her ass or give her the silent treatment." I fail to see how Lyon has remained married for as long as he claims. "You hit your wife?" "No, you ass, there's a difference between spanking and hitting. You hit her; I'd be the first to break your fucking face." He looked like he was giving it serious thought. I'm not sure about taking advice from someone who seems as off his nut as this guy. "I'm not spanking her."

The two of them continues to laugh, leaving me in to try and breathe properly even though my patience has reached its limit. ''Imagine her screaming my name as I fuck her deep and hard or how she would cry out for me to go faster and faster just so that she can feel the fucking pleasure,'' He continues as he leans closer and closer towards my face. ''Then, I'd shove her face down onto the fucking bed just to spank her hard so that she wouldn't be able to sit properly the next day. Man, your wife is giving me all these fucking urges.'' He chuckles. Just like that, my patience has somehow gone off the roof as I push myself away from the man's grasps before punching straight onto his face; cont

And again. "What do you want, Tart? Tell us." Selby's cock brushed her nose. "Your cock! I want you to fuck me." Again, he spanked her, and she fell forward into Selby's crotch, her face buried in his lap. She could feel tears in her eyes, but she wanted more. She couldn't believe what was happening. Another man spanked her in front of her husband, and she begged for it. "Please, fuck me. Please! Fuck me!"

I sat there in the armchair for a long time after she was gone, staring at the closed door, my hand still tingling from the contact. What the fuck had I just done? I'd spanked her. I'd actually spanked her. Pulled her across my lap like a child and spanked her while she cried and counted. This was insane. This was crossing every line I'd told myself I wouldn't cross. But I couldn't bring myself to regret it. She'd needed to understand. Needed to know that this marriage meant something to me, contract or not. Needed to know that she was mine and I didn't share.

His wife seemed to be in charge of what was happening and she decided that the teen girl’s pussy should take some punishment. Zoe felt the ball gag being forced back in place and she let out a muffled shriek as she was dragged back to the bed and made to get on her knees. Her head was pushed to the bed and it left her ass sticking up in the air and at the mercy of the couple. The spanking paddle delivered another couple of blows to redden the skin even more and the teen girl moaned as she felt the cock being pushed against her ass cheeks. Mrs. Howard spread them open so that her husband could work his cock between the teen girl’s thighs.

The searing pain radiated through her body, each blow sending shockwaves of agony. Tears streamed down Sofia's cheeks as she pleaded for mercy, her voice choked with fear and anguish. William, Emily's father, stood tall, his face contorted with rage as he swung the belt over her. Each strike landed with a sickening thud, leaving deep scar on her skin. He was a man consumed by his own demons, his dissatisfaction boiling over into violence that knew no bounds. His wife, Sofia, bore the brunt of his fury, her body bearing the scars of his unchecked aggression. She had become his punching bag absorbing the blows of his misplaced anger.