Wife Wants To Be Spanked Novels & Stories

“Breeding she-wolves need to feel their mate’s dominance more than anyone else.” The word “spanking” echoes in my mind, almost as if it’s some foreign term from another language. I know exactly what it means, but it seems impossible that I could truly be in this predicament. I’ve known plenty of punishments in my time, but none like this. None from someone who actually cares about me, and none that excite me despite my better judgment.

I will not be your wife again. I screamed as he gave me a hard tug, forcing me over his knee, then he threw my evening dress over my head and spanked me hard. It was not the sexy teasing spanking he had given me occasionally when we were married; it was a punishment, and it fucking hurt. For a brief minute I was frozen in shock, and then my anger exploded. I fought tooth and nail, screaming as he beat me; it was no use; he held me down easily. When he had finished, he allowed me to sit back up, and I instantly pulled myself as far away from him as I could. I was trembling all over, but not with fear as Killian thought. 'I warned you, little wife. Defy me, and you will be punished. I expect t

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.

“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.

My wife was the kind of woman who was up for anything in bed, even things I wouldn’t have dared try, like sex with more than one person. I never thought I’d have to turn into a sexual beast to satisfy a woman enough to keep her from wanting another man’s cock. But that’s exactly what was happening. I spread her ass and gave her a long, deliberate rimjob, savoring her most intimate taste. Olivia’s moan made my cock harden, eager to claim its favorite place inside her. I spanked her ass, and she turned her head toward me with a wicked smile, begging for more. The second spank was harder, and I expected her to complain. Instead, her voice was provocative:

“You pretend to be such a good wife, but you’re just a cum-hungry whore who spreads her legs for anyone. Now you’re my personal pussy eater.” I came hard on her face, flooding her mouth. But I wasn’t done. I made her lie on her back on the coffee table and sat on her face, riding her tongue while I pinched and twisted her nipples sadistically. She moaned in pain but kept licking. I used a belt from the closet, spanking her tits and thighs while she ate me. Red welts formed on her skin. “This is what happens to cheating wives who get caught. You belong to me now.”

She said, admiring herself, and I gave her sexy bottom a playful smack. "Don't you dare show what's mine to other men!" I scolded her seriously. "If you're going to spank me like that, I might wear something even smaller to the beach." She gave me a naughty, lustful smile. This woman drove me crazy. "So my goddess likes getting spanked on that wonderful ass?" I lifted her off my lap and stood up from the sofa. "Get on all fours, baby. Today you're paying for giving me that little pill." She gave a little smirk and got into position as I commanded.

"She needs monitoring through the night. As her husband, you should check on her every hour. She might need help going to the bathroom and any other thing she needs." Excuse me??? "No!" I yelled, wincing as I had banged my hands on the bed, tugging the drop connected. "She's independent." Rye winked. This son of a bitch. "Do you not know how to do your job properly? Or something?" My voice was dry and hoarse but clearly, everybody , Rye and the doctor included, needed to be put in their place, “I just said he's not my husband! Why wouldn't you—" The doctor held up his hand, cutting me off immediately.

He laughed, “Yes, I loved hearing you scream my name.” She hid her face under her palm, “Oh! God!” He removed her hands, “Are you embarrassed, Mrs. Smith?” She snorted, “Mr. Husband, don’t forget I am your wife. Why would I be embarrassed? I only took what belonged to me.” Jonatha laughed. She was always domineering and sassy. He teased, “You are right, your highness! Shall I serve my lady in the bath?” She smirked, “That won’t be necessary. I plan to take a quick rinse only.”

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.