Wife Spanks Novels & Stories

"Angela likes the whip, but neither of us is comfortable with it. I'd love to try a crop or tawes, but we can work up to that. There's nothing that can replace my handprint on your ass." She blushed, but asked anyway. "So you'll spank me without it being a punishment?" Her eyes showed how much the thought turned her on. "She's killing me." Stephon looked at Matt. "I have a feeling your enjoyment over spankings will become the major focus of our day. You sitting down at dinner might be a little rough, though." "I'll suffer through it." Her hand tightened around Matt's erection. "My jaw is sore and needs a slight workout too. I think I know just the thing." Huskiness flowed with the words and

Let alone sleep. "Am I forgiven?" " Well, you have me over your shoulder upside down with your arm around my thighs..." "Which are sadly slimmer. I love rolling around with you when you're soft. " "Hey!" I stretched my arm and spanked him on his backside and he stopped abruptly. He returned the favor by spanking me back. " Hey I do the spanking mind you wife." "Well you spank like a girl mind you husband." "Clara answer my question...? Goodness you know how to change subjects at will..."

“And you've got just two weeks to finalize this properly. And when I mean properly, you had better bring a lady fit to be a wife, or else… I'll disown you as my grandson. And I won't bat an eyelid as I do it.” I watched him leave my office, a part of me wished he did turn back and announce that all this was a joke. But he was gone now and I remained dreaded by the sudden quest to find a wife in two weeks. How was I supposed to do that? I went back to my desk, irritated by the video that kept replaying itself on the iPad. I shut the gadget, gritting my teeth at the thought of settling down. I've never even imagined myself getting in a serious relationship, talk more of getting a fucking wife.

“Well, for starters, I need something to keep myself busy. This mansion is suffocating when I’m alone. Secondly, I want money. My own money. Not yours.” Aaron chuckled, clearly amused. “And what kind of husband would I be if I allowed my darling wife to go out and work in this cruel, cruel world?” Raina’s gaze sharpened. “The kind of husband who respects that his wife doesn’t want to sit around all day doing nothing. You might be comfortable with being in control, but I’m not here to be a trophy.” “Oh come on, don’t be dramatic,” Aaron said, though his expression shifted slightly at her tone. “You’ve got everything here—comfort, security, even Jamie now. What more do you need?”

"I was soaking wet for my husband!" "Fuck, that's right, wifey!" I muttered, my hands sliding down her body. "You should be wet for your husband!" I growled. "Gabriel, the...maids?" Ava whimpered as I cupped a handful of her ass, squeezing it hard. "I don't care!" I released a soft spank on her ass. "Oh fuck, yes!" Ava moaned as her fingers tightened on my hair. So much for someone concerned about the maids.

“Come home, Vivian. Nothing’s going to happen to your marriage. I’ll take care of it. I’ll talk to Ryan.” “Dad, I’m scared,” she whispered, and I could hear the tears in her voice. “What if she takes everything from us?” “She won’t,” I snapped, my patience wearing thin. I couldn’t bring myself to utter another word so I ended the call. Ophelia was back. How had she managed to become a shareholder? I knew she’d return eventually, but I never expected it to be this soon. I need a plan.

Her muscles stiffened and when I spanked her, she released her grip in response, causing the slip in to be easier. “Change of plans.” I stood up, leaving my work half done. “I need your tight ass widened like a whore before I fuck you… don't want to wreck your anal sphinters.” It was both in mockery and consideration. Giving a last tortous spank on her pussy, she jerked and squirmed like a squirrel, falling flat on the bed, and rolling on her side. “DON'T.” Leaving her with yet another harsh command, I walked downstairs for a bottle, and fresh air. Maybe a puff too.

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!

"You're never going to be anything but disobedient. You will always need stern punishment and hard fucking." The vision of her draped over my lap, her reddened bottom on display for all the world to see as I spanked her, discipling the disobedient woman was almost too much. My balls swelled, screaming for relief. I could almost feel the sting in my hand from the intensity of her spanking, one hard smack coming after the other in rapid succession. I could see the way her face twisted in a combination of pleasure and pain as he body wiggled, trying desperately to keep her position.

The position left her completely exposed, her face burning with humiliation and arousal. “How many, do you think?” he mused, tracing a finger down her spine. “One for every time you whined? Every time you touched me under the table without permission? Every dramatic sigh?” She whimpered. “Let’s call it twenty. And you are going to count. Loudly. So if anyone is watching through that window, they will know exactly what happens to naughty girls.” The first spank landed hard across both cheeks. She yelped. “One! Thank you, Daddy!”