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, 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.

Now do as I ask spread your legs so I can see your dripping pussy. Tegan tried to get off his knee, she was furious with him, ‘Hadn’t he humiliated her enough?’ Her thoughts bounced around her brain like pinballs in a machine, she was so confused, ‘How could she be so wet, the damn man had just spanked her ass and she had hated it, hadn’t she?’ Killian growled deeply, angry with her continuing disobedience, ‘I will not ask you again little mate, did you enjoy it so much that you wish me to repeat the spanking?’

I say his name with my voice, feeling his needs; I was ready for him to claim me. “On your knees, Mrs Kline, “ he ordered, and I knelt over the couch. He got behind me, squeezing my ass before a brutal slap landed on my bare skin. “ Hmm,” I moan, pushing back into his touch, “ More!” I begged him for something I had never done before, and Thane delivered once, twice, God, who knew I could be on the verge of cumming just by getting spanked. Sneaking a finger in my wet fold, he found my clit and circled it a few times. “My wife is wet and ready for me.”

~Victoria POV~ "Then what punishment do you want to give?" He pulled me onto his lap. I found myself lying on his thighs. My weight was on my stomach. "Ahh!!" I groaned in pain as he spanked my butt. "Wh--what a--are yo-you doing?" My voice was stuck in my throat. "I’m giving you the punishment." He smiled devilishly. Is he serious? What type of punishment is this? "You are my little wife; I won't punish you mentally, but I will give you pleasure through punishment." I closed my eyes when his naughty words echoed in my ears.

Master said, "but I'd prefer you didn't. I don't want them used to addressing their betters with familiarity. It might result in their punishment." "What kind of punishments are you talking about? Sit in a corner, time out?" "More like spankings or whippings, Mistress," I replied, "until our asses are red and it's hard to sit down for awhile." "You'd spank or whip your wife?" Sarah asked.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

Noah nodded repeatedly as if he was trying to restrain himself. “You were being a sick whore to him. You think I didn’t see the signs? He was trying to be a nice person and there you were batting your lashes and looking down and lowering your voice, you think that I would not notice any of those things?” Noah asked with annoyance evident in his tone. “I did not even do any if that. What are you talking about?” Natalia asked. Noah face palmed himself. “Of course, women are like children.” He said as he moved closer to Natalia. “And the best way to deal with a stupid, obstinate child is to give them a good spanking.”

“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 wait for the other shoe to drop, for my wife to judge me, but it means I don't know my wife as well as I believe to do. "I want to kill him myself," she spits out. My eyes must have looked like saucers at how shocked I was because London giggled, a clear indication that she was enjoying herself at my expense. I flip her on her back and push her hands above her head. With my knee, I spread her legs, making room for myself. "I'll spank you until you can sit for a week if you ever mutter those words again," I warn her my voice nothing but business.

“So easy to get you to this state, Merina. You need to build up a resistance so you can feel the full height of your sexual pleasure. Please sit down like a good girl. Conner moved her from his lap and dropped her on the seat beside him. She felt the cool leather against her stinging backside and gasped again. For a moment, she saw his smile before the scowl returned. “You’re a fucking tease, Conner O’Keefe. How dare you spank me like I was a child?” “I didn’t spank you like a child, Merina. I spanked you like the brat you are. You know I wouldn’t finger a child, but I would finger a brat until she’s ready to come to teach her that if she wants satisfaction and happiness, then she pleases me