Wife Spanks Me Novels & Stories

Every word made her tighten around me. A small smile tugged at my lips. “My wife has a kink, I see.” Ian is going to love this side of her. So fucking much. I pulled out, my breath ragged. “Turn over.” She obeyed instantly, flipping onto her stomach, pulling her ass in the air. Her face pressed against the sheet, back arched perfectly for me. I spanked her ass hard. “My obedient little wife.” Fingers finding their way into her hole.

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

"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.

“That’s it. You want to act like a child I will treat you like a child.” Rowan lifts me in the air and over his shoulder. I swing my arms at his back. Fists raised as I beat against his lower back like a drum solo. Then I feel the sharp pain. Against my ass. He just spanked me. I am at a loss for words. I don’t know whether to beg for another or punch him in the ass cheek since the one thing in hand range. “Did you just spank me?” I yell. “Ah so she does have a voice. Nice to hear from you Mrs. Merrick.”

His swats were harder than Edith's and hurt a lot more making me struggle and begin to push with my feet against the floor to try and move away from my spanking. It was all Edith could do to hold me down across her lap, as she leaned on my back, while her husband spanked my sore ass. She finally told him to go get her hair brush and the lubricant, as I felt the spanking end, and I stopped my feet while Bill pulled my head up off of his lap by my hair while he stood up. The cheeks of my ass were burning as I felt Edith's hand caressing them as she told me more softly,

"I should have known it was you. Motherfucker. Coward. What do you want from my wife? Let her go and I'll forgive you. And I'll spare your miserable life. I give you my word." Spike laughed and pulled at my hair, dragging me closer to him. I winced and fought him. "Let go!" l screamed aa another hot slap left me breathless and short of words. "Bitch!" The backhand sure was painful and a lot for me to take in as I yelped, tears blocking my vision.

She whirled around with a yelp and slapped me hard across the face like the spunky little minx she was. "Don't you dare spank me here, Kian," she objected, wriggling like an animal snared in a poacher's trap. "People will see . . . they'll hear . . ." A bastard would flog her sore, sorry ass raw, mating mark or not. But as I said, I was an ass man, and her ripe, juicy peach was just begging to be fucked. "No one is looking . . . but you bet your sweet ass they'll want to hear this. You broke rule number one. It'll be my dick doing all the spanking, and you're gonna beg for forgiveness."

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.

spank Come on baby say you're mine. I increased the thrust of my fingers. “fuck.. Vel… say you're mine.” Spank… I slapped her ass ten times, her buttocks turned red as my palm print appeared on it. “Fine, I'm yours. I'm yours only when we are indoors but when we are outside I'm just your best friend's daughter.” Spank…. I splanked her ten more times, angered by her words. I resumed fingering her.

“What the fuck is your problem?” “Do I look like one of your whores you order around?” I ask him. He lifts me off the bed. He pushes me down on the bed on my stomach. When I try to get back up, he pushes me. “A bad wife needs to be punished, doesn’t she?” he asks. “Damien if you don’t get the fuck off me…” I warn him. {SPANK} The mother fucker spanked me. He actually spanked me. “Get ready baby…” he says seconds before he slams into me.