Wife Wants To Be Spanked Novels & Stories

"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.

Bill spun her away from him, so she'd stop trying to figure him out and bent her over the desk. He was in charge. Manipulating her body to do his bidding. So why did he feel naked in front of a crowd with his dick in his hand? “My fucking wife. Mine," he growled through gritted teeth, holding onto his sanity by a thread. He kicked her feet wide. His palm cracked across her ass, once, twice, three times, turning the skin hot and pink. Images of Dean touching her taunted him. The spanking continued. "Stop being such a fucking asshole," she grunted, but his stinging touch felt like her oxygen.

, she said, finally pulling herself out of her reverie. “That we shouldn’t consummate our marriage?”, he asked, his smirk broadening. “Yeah”, she answered. “It doesn’t mean you can’t be punished for disobedience”, he said and in the blink of an eye, she was on his shoulder and his hands were on her bottom. ‘Whack!’ she felt a spank and let out a yelp because she wasn’t expecting it but the second time he spanked her, she couldn’t help but let out a moan.

Watching her grow in confidence only makes me love her more, which I didn't think was possible. But her working around a lot of men—never mind that they're mostly of the nerdy variety—has led to a lot of in-office spankings for my wife. I like to show up when she least expects me and calmly close the door to her office. Then push her face down over her desk, ruck up her skirt and slap her gorgeous behind until she's wet enough to fuck. Unfortunately, (or fortunately), Sadie hasn't completely lost her rebellious streak and can't seem to stop dressing in a manner meant to tease. To incite me.

I think that Edith's jealously began to take over as I noticed the sweet old lady's tone change when she suddenly told me, "Come over here, dear, and bend over my lap for your spanking, for being such a whore!" Bill was smiling at me as he heard his wife's demands, and my body began to tingle when I heard her call me a whore, as I realized that I was about to be spanked. I slowly moved over to stand next to Edith, as I could feel my ass rubbing on my slick panties, knowing that those cheeks would soon be sore.

Her heart hammered, pussy clenching emptily at the threat, shame twisting into illicit thrill. Liam's dark side unleashed. He flipped her onto her stomach effortlessly, yanking her hips up ass-high, knees spread wide on the rumpled sheets. The first spank landed hard palm cracking her pale cheek, the sting blooming hot fire that made her yelp, skin jiggling. "Count them, wife. And beg for your fantasies." Smack..two, three..each harder, alternating cheeks until they glowed crimson, the heat radiating inward, pussy dripping anew onto the mattress. "Four please, spank me harder! Five tie me up!" He paused, rummaging the nightstand her silk scarf became wrists bound to headboard, tight enough t

Soon both sides of her ass were glowing red. Marina pulled off Tobias’s cock, spit dripping down her chin. She looked over her shoulder at them and moaned, “Oh god, yes. Spank me. Spank my white ass. I’m a bad wife. I’m cheating on him, and I love it. I love sucking black cock while you smack my married ass.” Her words gutted me. She wasn’t just giving in, she was reveling in it. My wife, my Marina, was begging black men to punish her while I sat frozen.

Her tempting body has aroused my desire more, which is difficult to control. Why am I controlling it? Forget all these traditional rules and fulfil your desires when she also wants them. What’s the problem, Steve? She is your wife. I immediately come out of the pool and rush after her as she walks to the room. As I spank her buttock, she turns around with a shocking expression.

she cried. I leaned forward and brought my hand down swiftly on her bared cunt, slapping her virgin snatch and making her cry out. “Close your legs and I’ll spank your pussy even harder.” I swatted her cunt again. The slaps weren’t gentle. I wanted them to hurt. It was a punishment, after all. “Nina, when I married you, I bought you. Do you understand that?” I spanked her pussy again. She didn’t respond to my question, but her whimper was confirmation enough.

"Look at your little neighbor licking you clean while I fuck the soul out of you!" My wife looked down, seeing Sarah’s tongue buried deep in her pussy, and she let out a loud, filthy wail. "Yes! Fuck me! Suck me! I'm such a slut for you, Edwin! I'm your fucking whore!" The admission sent a jolt of electricity straight to my balls. I shifted my grip, reaching around to grab one of Lillian’s heavy, bouncing breasts, squeezing it with bruising force and pinching her nipple hard. At the same time, I raised my other hand and delivered a stinging, open-palmed spank across her right butt cheek.