Wife Spanks Mga Nobela at Kwento

The next spank was equally harsh, and her legs moved further apart. She wanted me to play with her pussy. “Two,” she counted with a breathy moan. As I soothe the sting with my palm, her hips lifted, confirming my suspicions. Ignoring the sweet temptation, I delivered another swat that made her gasp. “Three.” The fourth spank landed lower down on her buttocks, where they meet her pussy. I make sure the sting reaches her where she needed my touch the most. “Oh,” she said through a gasp. “Four.”

, 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.

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.

“Because Vivienne once made a comment about me not having bruises around my wrists, meaning you weren’t passionate about me. You picked her, you didn’t pick me.” Max spanks me two more times on each side, “That’s what this is all about, bruises? You think I’m not passionate about you? I’ve struggled to keep everything I desire to do for you at bay. You think I haven’t noticed when you’ve almost called me, daddy? You keep stopping yourself, so I’ve waited patiently. I thought she trusted me, but she isn’t ready for that kinky step. My plan was to take things slow, every week, we could get a little rougher until you felt comfortable enough for something more.” Max’s fingers go back to teasing

Her short skirt rode up immediately, revealing her bare, glistening pussy and the curve of her ass. Hawthorne let out a low appreciative hum. “No panties. Naughty married slut.” His hand cracked across her ass in a light but stinging spank. The sound seemed impossibly loud in the quiet office. “Ahh!” she gasped. “Quiet,” he warned, but he was smiling. He delivered three more light spanks, alternating cheeks, each one making her jolt and drip. The sting bloomed into heat that spread straight to her clit. He dropped into his chair and rolled forward, eye-level with her exposed cunt. “Spread your legs wider. Let me see that married pussy that’s been aching for professor cock since Tuesday.”

"I want you to count your spankings for me, darling, count correctly, and you'll be rewarded, mess up or forget to count, and we will start all over. Do you understand, pet?" "Yes, sir," Katrina replies, practically panting with need already. I place a small gentle slap on her left cheek. "One." I add more momentum to the second slap I add to her right cheek. "Two." The third slap is harder than the first and second one combined, and I place it right in the middle. "Three." She cries out breathlessly as I spread her legs. Slapping the inside of her thighs, she moans out four. And the last spanking I place on her dripping wet cunt, my middle finger landing firmly on her clit.

"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.

“Argh!” I was instantly frightened and infuriated, the blood rushing through my head almost driving me crazy. It took me a moment to get myself back, and stop the illusion of spinning stars hovering my head. “What the fuck Wilson? Why did you spank my ass twice??!!” I shouted at him, rubbing my ass to soothe the pain. His face beamed widely in an evil way and I sensed that something was fishy. “The first spank was punishment for marrying another man and the second one is a message to your husband.”

I spanked her four times. "Where?” "Plant under my window.” "Good girl. Now count to ten,” I said as I spanked her continuously. " Seven” she moaned, grinding her pussy against my thigh. "Ten,’’ she said finally. I rub my hands over her ass and then slide down to her soaking pussy. So my wife gets off on pain, huh. I rub her clit gently then sink a finger inside her.

she moaned out in shock as he swatted her booty. SPANK! SPANK! "OH!" she moaned out again. SPANK! Calvin took great delight in spanking her big fucking booty. It was such a perfect piece of art, an ass built to be spanked, punished and demolished through hard fucking. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!