Wife Spanking Punishment Novels & Stories

“You sent those pictures to break me. To make me snap.” I grinned through the tears, defiant even as I clenched around his fingers. “Did it work?” His growl was my only answer. He spun me, slamming my chest to the door, dress hiked to my waist. Cool air hit my ass—then his palm cracked down, spanking me raw. Once. Twice. Five times until I was sobbing, ass glowing red, pussy gushing down my thighs. “Count them, little slut,” he snarled, claws digging into my hips. “Count how many times Daddy has to punish you before you learn.”

Fine, I will take 5 strikes; it's easier than 10 with the belt. I see him grin at my answer. Shit, I think I made the wrong choice. At this moment, I'm too afraid to see what kind of paddle it is, so I keep my gaze down. I hear Dominic take a paddle from the shelves. I prepare myself to be spanked. "Count it, little wife! If you forget, I will sum up the strikes." Swoosh. The only sound I hear before I scream from the impact. Fuck...!!!!! It's so fucking hurt...!! He did it with full-force energy. He is so cruel!

His erection was getting stronger, so he attempted to object. "Then fuck me from behind, I need you inside me and I want to feel you like I did for a week after you punished me," Most likely, it was longer than a week. I was sore that I could feel my pussy getting moist whenever I sat, walked, or moved. My thighs were bruised from the bite and the paddle, and my ass was damaged from him spanking me. My breasts were damaged and my wrists were welts from his pinching and sucking. "You liked that, you're such a fucking dirty girl," He silenced my filthy thoughts.

I could feel his rod poking into my stomach, and I realized that he, too, was aroused. I heard the sharp intake of his breath and felt one of his hands on my back, holding me in place. His other hand rubbed my bottom in a circular motion. I was starting to relax; it felt nice. Then it stopped and a stinging slap was smacked on to me. I jumped and gasped. “No, Tova,” he said, gently. “When I am spanking you, you are not allowed to move or to make a noise. If you do, I start over.”

But I was no match to his strength. "What the hell are doing? Stop beating me, dammit!" SMACK! "Aagh!" "It's called spanking. My usual go-to is ten with the tawse or cane on bare ass, but for you, I would amend it a little. You will get five of my best with my bare hand and over the dress. Stop wriggling now," he told me in a smooth voice. Ten...five. What was he talking about? The jumbled thoughts were cut short when the third slap hit the fleshy-thigh on my left, harder than the previous two. The last two on alternate cheeks intensified pain and burn I hadn't experienced before.

Her pink pussy glistens with arousal already forming, knowing that it will be used soon. I’ve been hanging out with Merk for way too long. I’ve always respected women when it comes to sex, and I have mad respect for my wife, but damn, it’s hard to remain a gentleman when your wife can be a freak in and out of the sheets. I run my hand over her ass and through her wetness, but only briefly. I then slap her pussy, which causes her to jerk and moan, “Are you ready for your punishment, baby?” “Mm, yes, Daddy.” She giggles, and I slap her ass once again.

She was just as pissed off as I was. “You’ll see.” I threatened, not sure what I would do yet. I walked away without so much of a glance. If she brought that attitude with her tonight, I’d find a way to punish her. The first thing that came to mind was spanking her, which made me roll my eyes at myself. Spanking a woman is hardly a punishment for either party and always leads to sex. If she had proof of my handprint on her ass, that contract would be broken in no time, and I’d have to pay up without getting anything out of it.

It took him some seconds to process that Mark had carried him on his shoulder. “You, what are you doing?” Angelo began to; struggle because of the awkward position that; he was forced into- by Mark. “Put me down.” “No can do and please stop struggling,” Mark then spank the buttocks of his wife. “You pervert!” Angelo shouted as Mark had spanked him on his buttocks. “How dare you touch my butt. I’m going to sue you!” Mark then slapped the buttocks of his wife another time, “I told you to stop struggling. A wife that is disobedient needs to be punished.”

"Be careful, honey or I might as well spank you bare-assed." "No. Please, don't." "Then, stay in position." I closed my eyes and dug my fingers on the floor, arching my back as he brought his hand several times, the sting turning into anguish. I closed my eyes as the punishment continued, smacking my upper thighs several times, the sound lingering in my ears. "Obedience. My dear stubborn wife. One day, you'll learn." He said and issued six more in rapid succession.

I alternated—ice and mouth, cold and hot—until she was writhing, moaning beautifully for me. Then came the spanking. I released her ankles temporarily, flipped her onto her stomach with wrists still bound above her, and propped a pillow under her hips. Her ass was raised perfectly. I started soft warm up strokes of my palm over her cheeks, rubbing the skin until it glowed. Then harder. Sharp, resounding smacks that made her gasp and moan. I alternated cheeks, occasionally dipping my fingers between her thighs to find her soaked. “You’re dripping down your thighs,” I growled, spanking her again, harder. “Such a dirty wife.” I whispered with every brutal slow thrust. Somehow this felt even mor