Wife Spanking Punishment Novels & Stories

It was framed as a question because I honestly didn't know the reason for this ‘punishment. “Wrong.” Huh? “You're being punished for letting another man close to you,” he said, voice tight. “I didn't—” “You're mine,” he cut me off. “My whore. Talking to or entertaining another man is a grave sin and it shouldn't repeat itself again, yes?” I swallowed hard. “Yes.” His hum of approval sent shivers down my spine. “But I still need to teach you a lesson.” His palm caressed my bare butt. “Need to remind you of who you belong to. I'm going to spank you twenty times and you must count everything. You miscount or forget to count and I start all over, got it?”

"I'd do anything to keep you safe and make you happy as long as it doesn't involve letting you go. I don't care what you think in that little mind of yours, but there's no option for you other than being my wife." Another spank. It was so painful that I caught my breath in a gasp, the immediate shock rushing through every cell in my body. I twisted around, kicking out with my shoes, trying to move away. He put one knee on my left thigh, pinning me even more tightly so that I couldn’t even wriggle, and the spank came down unforgivingly on my ass again and again. The sting spread across my ass cheeks, making them pound in severe pain.

His hands turn me and push me over the kitchen side. "I think six whips as well Kitty, maybe then you realise how lucky you are to have me." I moan waiting, his hand hitting down on my ass. "One." I wait, counting in my head, the sting of his hand making me jump. "Two." This feels weird, I love him spanking me with his hand but if this is a punishment it really isn't working. "Master, as much as I am enjoying this, it really does not feel like a punishment when you use your hand." I jump, feeling the sting of his hand again.

"NO! Like a rebellious slut! I believe that rebellion isn't OK in our relationship and I will do whatever I can devise in order to prevent it. If we discover that we enjoy some types of punishments we will devise ways for you to let me know that you need to be punished." "You think I might like being spanked?" "I don't know. How long has it been since someone spanked your bare ass?" "I was five or six." "That doesn't count. If you disobey me we may just have to find out how you react to spanking. There are lots of other ways that someone could be punished besides spanking." "Have you punished other women?" "Years ago I was dating a woman who seemed to want to be in a bit of pain to heighten

"When you say you can be punished, what does that mean?" "Usually, it means a spanking, either by his hand or a paddle. Sometimes we're whipped with a nine stranded flogger. At other times, the punishment consists of orgasm denial or forced orgasms." "Doesn't it hurt to be spanked, paddled and whipped?" "It does, but it's a good pain, not a bad pain." "What does that mean, good pain, not bad pain?" "I have two other sex slaves with me now. I'm going to put you on speaker so they can help answer your questions."

“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.

I take him deep, throat opening like he trained it, nose brushing his trimmed hair. He groans low, hips rocking slow. “That’s it. Worship Daddy’s cock while I decide your punishment.” I pull off just enough to gasp, “Punishment?” “You came without permission in the bath this morning. Twice.” His voice is velvet over steel. “Greedy little girl.” Guilt and heat flood me at once. I had. I couldn’t help it—his fingers, the water, the way he looked at me. He pushes back into my mouth, deeper this time, until I gag softly. “Ten spanks. Then you’ll ride me until I believe you’re sorry.”

Without warning, he bent me over the armrest, kicking my legs apart. “Count,” he growled. His huge palm cracked down on my ass. Hard. “Ahh!” I cried out. “One!” He spanked me mercilessly — twenty hard smacks that left my ass burning bright red. By the end I was sobbing and dripping down my thighs. Victor ran two thick fingers along my soaked slit. “Fucking soaked. Your punishment makes you wet, doesn’t it?” “Stepdaddy… please…” I whimpered. He chuckled darkly and shoved two fingers deep into my tight pussy, curling them roughly. “Please what? Please punish you properly?”

My words died on my lips as his hand came down again and made a loud and vicious contact with my bottom. “That was for keeping me waiting.” What? "I didn't even know you were here!" Killain's hand came down again, this time twice as hard. “And that was for raising your voice at me." I squirmed feeling my arousal grow. He wasn't spanking me for any good reason, he just wanted to punish me. And what a punishment it was that had me so painfully aroused. I dug my fingers into the sheets as I braced myself. The next slap hurt worse than the previous two combined and my vision went white with pain.

“You’ve been teasing me and my wife for weeks. Shaking this tight ass in my face during every session. Getting wet the second I touch you.” He ripped my pantyhose violently right down the middle. The sound of tearing fabric filled the room. Cool air hit my bare, soaked pussy. I gasped. His hand came down hard. SMACK. spanking my wet cunt directly. “Ahhh— fuck!” I cried out, hips jerking. He spanked my dripping pussy again, harder. The wet, filthy sound echoed under the bed. “Quiet, you stupid slut,” he warned, voice low and dangerous. “You make too much noise and someone will come investigate. You want to get fired? You want everyone on this ship to know what a filthy housekeeping whore you