Wife Spanking Punishment Novels & Stories

“Is your version of loving me killing my husband so that you can marry me? I must have been blind to think that you were kind!” She kicked him down. “You’re horrible! Don’t bully Daddy!” Zephyr rushed over, and she frowned as she kicked him away too. Jacob quickly caught Zephyr and sneered. He said, “You’re regretting it now? So? You’ve still disappointed him over and over again. Over the past few years, you’ve been taking care of a boy who’s not even related to you.” He then started laughing so hard that he wheezed. Winona glared at him. “What did you say?”

"Who's your wife you bastard?" I moved closer to Travis and slapped him hard. I didn't just stop there. I slapped him mostly four times because I was so man angry. I just could understand the fact that he was being smug and Lana was on the other hand looking completely scared of those alphas. What is she scared of? She was being so arrogant not too long ago so I moved to her next she's the next to receive my slaps and I gave her more than I gave Travis.

"Oh no, and ruin your mom's happy marriage?" Lila reluctantly raised her arms. "Good girl," Ryan mocked, and delivered a sharp spank to her behind. Lila gasped, stifling a cry. "That's for entering my room without knocking." Another spank landed. "And this is for defying me." A harder spank followed. "And this is for trying to slap me." Another, even stronger. "And this… is for hitting my manhood." He squeezed her buttock hard, making her yelp in pain and anger.

Let's see how embarrassed getting a spanking in public makes you. The punishment only lasted a few minutes, but the policewoman struck hard with crisp, loud smacks. The blows landed in quick succession, administered by a woman who had spent her life working out. Maybe it was just an informal hand spanking instead of a whipping, but the force of the blows and the sharp pain from the slaps made Trish feel as though she were being hit with a paddle.

Oscar I wasn't really mad anymore, but she didn't need to know that. I would never touch her in anger. That was a big no-no for a Dom. She'd chosen the wooden paddle and I would need her on her feet, bent over the edge of the bed. The wood was thick and long, kinda like me (hehe), so I wanted to make sure that I got her butt cheeks. The fattiest areas were best for this device. I didn't want to mistakenly hit her back, which I wouldn't, but I wanted to be safe. This was her first punishment and her first real spanking. Twenty licks was a lot too, but I couldn't go easy on her. She put herself in danger by leaving and going to his house, even if he wasn't there.

“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 looked down, ears dropping like a dog — just my imagination, lol. “You didn't think about that when you spanked me yesterday, did you?” He glanced up, eyes sparkling just for a second before it diminished. “That was just a spank.” “Why don't we try it out, then?” He shook his head. “According to the book I read, spankings are only given for discipline. You did nothing wrong.” “I did.” My smile widened. “I denied you sex last night. That would count as something wrong.” I leaned into him and my mouth continued its running phase. “Why don't we start from there, sir? Punish this pet however you like, master.”

I cry out, wiggling my hips as if that will stop the excruciation. It hurts. It fucking hurts. My heart twists with bewilderment as he adds firmly, "You get twenty slaps for your bad behavior, mi esposa. And if you lose count anytime, we start all over again."

He then said, "You've been a naughty boy tonight and you know what naughty boys get, don't you?" With that, he gave me a quick slap on the ass with his large hand as the other pressed on my lower back holding me in place. I cried out, mostly in shock as I clenched my ass cheeks together. When I relaxed, he struck me again and again on my bare ass. Here I was, a middle-aged man, bent over another man's knees; my ass getting spanked but it felt wonderful being dominated by this big man. Paul held me across his lap while he spanked me 25-30 times. My ass must have been red from being disciplined before he finally let me up. I rubbed my ass trying to get rid of the pain from the spanking I just

He finally let go of her ponytail, his hands going to her hips and ass, explore the denim covered curves. Draped over his lap like this, she could feel his hard cock pressing into her urgently. "Mr. Whitaker," she started, as his large hands squeezed her ass almost painfully. "What are you-" WHAP! His palm made contact with her ass, and she gasped. "Don't talk during your punishment," he told her calmly. "But-" WHAP! "Keep your mouth shut or I will shut it for you. One more word, and the spanking gets worse. Got it?"