Wife Spanks Husband Novels & Stories

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

, she said with gritted teeth flashing a tight smile but her eyes throwed draggers towards her. That hot chick instantly apologised in fear for her absolute waste trying on her husband. As it didn’t make her grab his attention but definitely his wife’s which was not good for her job or life. Huffing in annoyance she crossed her arms against her chest and looked out again in the process of calming herself.

I whimpered, my eyes going wide knowing this was insane. Fucking insane. How the hell am I supposed to go back to that party like this—clothes ruined, body burning—and why the fuck did I love the sound of it tearing? "I asked a fucking question. Does your husband spank you like this?" Another spank. My eyes rolled deep into my head. "No...fuck no, he doesn't...he fucking..." The rest of my words died in my throat as he pulled my leg apart and two thick fingers shoved into me—deep, hard, like he didn’t believe in gentleness.

I replied and he chuckled hard. I’m his wife, right? But as silly and weird as it sounds, I wanted to have a taste of what his real sl*ut was enjoying. Maybe that would help me understand what’s so special about their bond and relationship. “But you’re not my sl*ut, you’re my wife…” he whispered against my skin. “For this morning, I am…” I replied and, without saying a word, he spanked me hard again, sending a sting of sweet pain through my body.

I cupped her cheek in one hand and finally gave in to the urge to wrap her long hair around my other, tilting her head back for a kiss. “Are you going to behave?” I said some moments later. “No fucking way.” At that response, I threw her over my shoulder and carried her to the bed. She squealed in surprise, and then when I tossed her onto the bed and pulled her nightgown up to spank her, she squealed again. “You’re in a mood!” She squeaked-giggled when I spanked the other cheek. “I’m showing my wife that she needs to submit to her husband.”

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.

“You are not allowed to say her name in this room. I thought you knew that already. Just so you know, I thoroughly enjoyed causing discord between them. “Hafsa laughed like a maniac as she imagined the shocked face of the little witch. She was brought out of her sadistic mind by the sound of a slap that resonated in the room. She heard the sound before she felt the pain. The shock on her face was like no other. This was the first time her husband had slapped her and for what? A witch! She stood up with one hand on her reddening cheek and the other on her waist.” You slapped me for a whore’s …” before she completed her sentence another heavy blow landed on her other cheek. “She was never a wh

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

” Spanner smirked, his tongue caressing the ears and neck of Diana. “Please spanner. I'm married. I've given you all you requested for, let me go pls” she pleaded, fear gripping her. The bastard's dick was large like that of a horse. Grinding her until she loses tightness, it simply means she would get fucked to unconsciousness. “You are married and your husband couldn't fuck you daily as expected of a man. Tell me why you shiver each time I get close to you? The answer is obvious, you've been sexually starved huh” Spanner mocked and smacked her ass.

I thought, perplexed, Where does he come up with these things at a time like this? "I think it’s a good option," he said, sounding thoughtful. "If you’re angry with me, that same night, you have to spank me right away, that way you release your anger and I can relax..." he said nonchalantly, shrugging. "Ha, ha, ha," I burst out laughing. I couldn’t keep up with my husband’s fantasies. "And what happens if it’s you who’s angry?" "We can try it too," he raised an eyebrow mischievously. "We don’t know if you might end up liking the spanking as well, and I promise to be very careful."