Wife Spanks Me Novels & Stories

I blowed some air over it watching her roll her eyes back as my hand connected with her ass “Of who this…” I spanked her once on each cheek hearing her suppress her moan from me by biting her lips. “Belongs to!” I spank her again, right on her wet and exposed cunt finally hearing a loud moan as she covered it with her hand, cursing my name. “Count.” “Five.” I spanked her once more watching as she cums and screams my name. For a brief moment I looked up and coming from the garden was my stepmother slowing down her pace as she watched from the corner.

I sat there in the armchair for a long time after she was gone, staring at the closed door, my hand still tingling from the contact. What the fuck had I just done? I'd spanked her. I'd actually spanked her. Pulled her across my lap like a child and spanked her while she cried and counted. This was insane. This was crossing every line I'd told myself I wouldn't cross. But I couldn't bring myself to regret it. She'd needed to understand. Needed to know that this marriage meant something to me, contract or not. Needed to know that she was mine and I didn't share.

“ Let me go.” “ I won't Bunny. This is a punishment for letting that dick head touch your ass.” “ He didn't touch me. I wouldn't have left him.” I argued, more tears leaving my eyes as my hands which was on the deck quivered. “ Yes, you would have, and for that, I would punish you.” He growled and spank my ass so loud and hard that it stings so badly, but at the same time brought me pleasure. I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips as he spanked me even harder again.

“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

I roamed my hands over them to feel their softness and elasticity . And bang ....I spank her both butt cheeks " You ...how dare you to ignore my words ....*spank* When I told you to meet me on the terrace ....you dare to say no to me...*spank* Let me teach you a good lesson so that, next time you follow my command .......and never dare to disobey me " I said to her and started to slap her butt ....hard with very spank And she shout in pain with every slap.... *Spank* "ahhhhh Leave me"

Smack She groaned, "Yeah, baby...spank me...spank me more!" I slapped her other cheek, and Pete was mesmerized, watching me fuck the hell out of his wife. Smack...Smack...Smack...Smack That creamy, white ass was definitely showing some pink...and she was working her clit at a good pace. I couldn't see, but I could feel the vibrations, and knew it was probably hard, like a tiny pebble. After the spanking, it wasn't but a minute or two, before she was shuddering; her pussy clenched tight around my cock, and I slowed my thrusts, fucking her through it.

The words coming from Ethan hit me, but it felt like they were passing through a layer of something, as if they never fully reached me. It didn't make sense. None of it made sense. We had been married for eight years. This was the woman who squeezed toothpaste onto my toothbrush every single morning. She remembered every single one of my dietary quirks and never let cilantro ever end up in my bowl. I constantly teased her for being childish, but she never got tired of buying me prank gifts. Such a woman was having an affair? I looked down at my hands. My wedding band was still resting on my ring finger.

"Ok. Since we haven't had time for ourselves, I was hoping you'll just stay at home with me and we'll continue designing like we used to." "Ok then." Rodriguez gave her a smile and got ready for bed. She did the same and when she was comfy, she said, "And no phones. It always distracts you." "I surrender." Rodriguez remained awake until his wife drifted back to sleep. He really hoped Mrs. Contreras had a way to fix this or he would. *** Mrs Contreras paced around the room wildly and continued complaining to her husband on how betrayed she felt. "How did you even know she called them?" Her husband asked, sipping a cup of scented tea and being less concerned about what Ema had just done.

Within an instant, Catherine shot to her feet. The chair legs scraped across the floor with a piercing screech. “No! Simon, listen to me!” She turned to my parents with a pleading look before turning back to me. “Robert, we’ve been working together for many years. Divorce will only hurt both sides. Georgia’s only temporarily infatuated with that kid. I’ll teach her a lesson when I get back!” Jane snorted. “Catherine, looking at all the arranged marriages in our circle, no one can put up with such a disrespectful marriage! We’ve shown you enough respect!

Using all her strength, Ariana slapped him hard across the face. The sound was loud and sharp. Spencer grabbed her wrist. "This is the third time. Ariana, if you weren't my wife, I'd have dealt with you long ago. Since you slapped my face, you'll pay the price." He then lifted her and—ignoring her struggles—placed her on his lap and spanked her a few times. They were both naked from their previous activities. Handprints immediately appeared on Ariana's pale skin. Despite her slender frame, Ariana had a great figure.