Wife Spanking Punishment Mga Nobela at Kwento

Logan doesn’t like when I call him by his name. When we are in front of people and have to act like a sweet couple, I can call him by his name. But when we are alone, I have to call him alpha. Otherwise, he would punish me. I get punishment every day, as my husband rapes me every night. But when he is angry, the punishment takes a unique method. Like spanking, whipping, choking. I never enjoy our sexual acts. But when the punishment was added, it became more difficult. And it doesn’t matter how much I get punished, the next morning I have to act like a loving couple in front of everyone.

“I don’t give a fuck what was going on. I don’t care if we were fighting or arguing, but I am your husband, Anna, and I deserve to know if my wife had flown across the country. A wife who is still recovering!” “Yes, I am sorry.” I lowered my head, suddenly feeling shame. “Sorry doesn't cut it, Anna. He pressed on, and I nodded, unable to defend myself. We stood there for what felt like an hour before he spoke again. “You will be punished?” He suddenly declared, and my breath hitched. “Punished?” My head tilted in question, heart pounding so loud as my brain conjured all forms of punishment, and none of them looked pleasing. “Yes.” He bit, his fingers slowly encasing my wrist and pulling me i

“You won’t be needing to sit down, my love, we'll be standing on a pew during the ceremony. “But what about later?” “Are you trying to negotiate the terms of your punishment?” “No, no. I was just stating the obvious.” “It is obvious to me you need a good lesson, let's make it 10 spank for each cheek then.” “No!” I screamed as the first big spank went down my ass, “Oww!” “I don’t hear you counting” Smack “Two.” Smack “Three” Smack “Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.”

“Baby, tell me the truth. You're not really cheating on me, are you? You wouldn't do that to me, right? I scoffed. What the fuck is this? And was that tears hanging at the corner of his eyes? Wow. I've made my conclusion. It's either this man really had a split personality disorder or he was just trying to insult my intelligence. And the thought that it was the latter made my blood boil. “And what if I am? What is it to you?” I barked. “Wow. you didn't even deny it. Well then, the divo–” “We're getting the divorce, Noah," I started and I couldn't miss the slight moment of relief that flashed on his face before he put on that pitiable expression again.

“An apology is not enough Kiara; I want to do something to you that will make you not to commit such an offense again. I want to spank you so hard; I want to spank you until I am certain that you will not do it again, and then I’ll fuck you afterwards.” Her eyes opened then; he wants to punish her because she’s been so bad. She knows punishments like this, Lucas did them for her when they were still together, this was the kind of punishment that would ensure that she doesn’t commit an offense like this again. This is a punishment she might not forget, but she would willingly accept if it meant that Cian would forgive her. She pulled from his arms and stood up, began to strip off her clothes

I ordered, spanking her cheeks hard—left, right, alternating until they glowed crimson, the handprints blooming like brands. She complied with a whimper, pushing her ass higher, her face buried in the couch cushions. "Spank me more, Alexander—punish me for being late today, for making you wait!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. I smirked, the memory of her tardiness fueling my strikes. Each slap echoed like a gunshot, her skin jiggling, her cries growing louder. "Yes! Harder—make it sting! I'm sorry, sir—I'll never be late again!"

"I want your ass up in the air as you take your punishment." I swallowed, trying to ignore the ache between my thighs. When I spoke, it was barely above a whisper. "What punishment?" "Ten spanks," He stepped aside, gesturing at the bed. "Fifteen if you're not on that bed in a minute." I glanced at the door. I should leave. I should flip him off and tell him this was all just a stupid mistake and it had to end. The throbbing in my pussy felt unbearable at the thought of him spanking me.

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

"Don't worry. I'll never become someone like him. When I make money in the future, I'll spend every last dollar on my mom." Hearing that, everyone in the room started praising him. "Order! The plaintiff, Bryan Zimmer, and the defendant, Hazel Cooper, prepare to proceed." Hazel stood there, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Dear, all these years, I never did anything wrong. Just because another woman said something, you want a divorce. "When I refused, you ended up suing me. Have you ever thought about Alex's future? About how he'll be treated at school, how people will judge him, how he might be bullied?"

“Okay, I won't be spanking you on your ass this time. You'd be receiving it on your tits. A total of thirty spanks, fifteen on each of them.” “But—” “And I'll tell you the rules while you are being punished,” he cut me in between while pulling my breast in his hand, and I had to close my eyes to control the moan ready to escape.