Novel & Cerita Wife Wants To Be Spanked

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____

"Woohoo... When other girls' boyfriends come back, they always hug each other. But my boyfriend always lectures me or spanks me as soon as he comes back. I am so pathetic... " She whimpered sadly, but Dante knew that she was faking the cry. Yet, when he heard the whimper, he felt like a cat was clenching his heart with its paws. Should he spank her or not? Dante was lost in thought. If he didn't spank her, this girl will be more fearless in the future. He could not be soft-hearted; otherwise, he would be angered to death someday. "Do you think I'll be fooled? Today, I'm not just going to spank you; I will spank you heavily! What did I tell you before I left? You're not allowed to look at oth

She was aroused at the prospect of seeing naked boy-cock and ass. "I told you what would happen if you refused to let Alice spank you, didn't I?" "Yes, sir," said Bill reluctantly. "Well, now you'll find out I wasn't kidding. You are going to be spanked by all of us, including Jill." Bill was appalled but he was also defeated. He protested no further. The nipples of all three females got instantly hard at the prospect of spanking nice round, naked-boy ass while the owner screamed, blubbered and begged. Their cunts began to flood. Jill had desperately hoped that she would simply be allowed to watch. Now she would even get to participate. Her cunt flooded in exultation.

I wanted to mark her in some way. “Does that involve…what you just said?” she whispered. Her face was flushed, her skin warm, and her breath uneven. Gianna may look innocent, but she was one fucking wanton creature. “Do you want to be spanked?” I asked. “Yess…” she said, looking embarrassed as she lowered her gaze. I lifted her chin up, holding her gaze.

“You’re serious.” “Completely.” Smack, smack, smack. “You really think I’m going to let you…hit me?” “Not hit you. Spank you. Big difference. Losing your temper and throwing your boot at me proved you need to learn there are consequences for acting out against me.” Smack, smack, smack. “No. Way. You are fucking delusional.” The continual smack, smack, smack was wearing on her nerves. “I haven’t been spanked since I was about six years old.”

Being at the villa would have heightened her emotions and hindered our discussions. I got us both out of the bath and knocked her hands away as I dried her. “Get in the bed, naked and get comfortable. I will be in there in a moment,” I ordered her. She crossed her arms with an arched brow and a smile. “Really?” Fuck her tits looked good when she did that. I crowded her with my body before I lent down, so my lips were only an inch from hers. “Or there will be consequences.” She narrowed her eyes at me: “You spank me, and I’ll spank you back. THAT will be called a repercussion.”

The desk shook with every brutal stroke. Lila cried out in pleasure, pushing her ass back to meet him. “Harder!” she moaned. “Fuck me like my husband never could!” Noah railed her mercilessly, one hand fisting her hair while the other spanked her ass red. “Your husband pays me to work here,” he growled, spanking her again. “And now I’m fucking his beautiful young wife on his own desk. How does that feel, Mrs. Whitaker?” “So good!” she sobbed, legs shaking. “I’m such a bad wife… Don’t stop… Fill me with your cum!”

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."

I explain passionately. “Oh, so you can spank me but you can’t pretend to fight me?” Selene questions coyly. Chuckling darkly I answer, “those are very different things.” My wife has mentioned her spanking so frequently I’m beginning to think she wants another. “You earned the spanking.” I remind her huskily. “You could never earn an attack.” Pouting, Selene shifts restlessly against me, tempting me to no end, “Please just give it one more try?” She begs, trailing her slender fingers down my chest.

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.”