Wives Who Spank Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You wouldn’t put me down! You’ve hit me plenty of times—so what if I hit you twice?” His eyes darkened, sharp with a dangerously calm fury. He gripped my jaw, his fingers rough but not painful. “Spanking,” he said slowly, mockery dripping from every syllable, “is a form of sexual suggestion. Is this how you plan to handle our divorce?” My breath caught. Sexual? My cheeks flamed. “That’s ridiculous!” I protested. “You started it! You were spanking me for years—since I was fifteen! How is it discipline when you do it, but something else when I do?”

I pause for a brief moment, yet I continue, "I don't want him to come out as crazy as you." "Clayton!" From both sides, I hear the two women that I am going to spend the rest of my damn life echoing to every crack and crevice and corner. Betty is the first, "You are not too old for a good spanking." Well, that thought just puts a horrible taste in my mouth and an image that I wish was never, then from the very close left side of me, Isabella, "I am going to snap your head until it spins. You are not too old for a spanking."

The sound was like a gunshot in this small room and then he struck the other side, spanking me several more times, even harder than the first few. I wanted to struggle, to throw myself forward and escape him, but my fear of falling combined with his hand on my waist kept me firmly in place. I could take this, right? A spanking was a punishment for a child, not a grown woman like me. I’d survive his hand and then his belt just like millions of children before me.

“Daddy…” Smack! “Dirty fuckin’ slut, getting all wet for Daddy.” Vance growls. “Only for you, Daddy.” I whisper. “Damn right, baby girl. This ass belongs to Daddy and no one else.” Tears stream down my face when he delivers another blow to my bare ass. I reach back to prevent him from spanking me, but leather bites into my wrist. I cry out only to have him grab a fistful of my hair and yank my head back to force me to look into his eyes. “Not so brave anymore, are we? You want to piss Daddy off? That’s fine, but not without consequence. I’ll make sure your ass is nice and red. Spank the defiance right out of this bratty ass. Now, hand back on the sofa. You have three more spanks from Daddy b

“Don’t call me Dad!” After he spoke, he moved to give a second slap. Blair was just about to stretch his arm out to block it, but Zane was a step faster. His seemingly lazy movement had actually already locked the man’s arm tightly. “You!” Victor glared at him. “I’m disciplining my daughter. What does it matter to you?” “Why is slapping necessary to discipline your daughter? “If you were spanking her, then I would believe you were just disciplining your daughter.”

Each loud smack echoed through the room. “You are ours,” Vorath growled between spanks. “Say it.” “I am yours,” Mia whimpered, wiggling her ass for more. “Not good enough.” Vorath’s hand moved lower. He delivered three sharp, wet slaps directly onto her soaked pussy. Mia cried out, jerking hard against their hold. The sting mixed with intense pleasure made her drip onto the sheets. Grim took over, spanking her pussy even harder with his thicker palm. “This cunt belongs to monster cock only. No human delivery boys. No one else. Understand, wife?”

She wants my cock, she is in this house because of my cock. I’m not even sure why I am punishing her. Is it because my wife won’t let me see her and my son because of her? I could see the redness in her buttocks as a result of the spanks I had given her. I ignored her chanting my name. I got irritated. I yanked my cock off her pussy. “Get the hell out of here!” Her eyes widened in fear. "I’m not a big fan of repeating myself. Get out!” “Chris, I don’t have anywhere to go.”

Reed finishes. “Yes, Sirs, I understand.” “Good, Oh and Baby girl, Do. Not. Cum.” They whisper in my ears in unison. The first thought I had was, how could someone cum by getting spanked? I remember my father spanking me once when I was four. Dawn and I had run off into the woods and wouldn’t answer our parents when they tried to link us and tell us to come home. Both my Dad and Alpha Sean had been so mad that when they found us both Dawn and I got three swats on the butt. I was so mad at my Dad, he had never spanked me before, and I could understand why they were so mad at us. I found out later that there had been rouges spotted on one of the borders and when we didn’t answer them they had

he says and I’ve no argument there. “She will stay away from him. She has us to keep her on the straight and narrow.” He lowers his voice. “By spanking her every time she does something we disagree with?” “By spanking her every time she deserves it.” “It’s wrong,” he says. “No,” I argue. “It worked. How can that be wrong? The girl is crying out for discipline. She’s crying out for people who’ll stand up to her shit and stay firm through it.” “And that’s us, is it? We’re going to be the ones to do this?”

I brought down the spanker on her pussy. “Aww!" She yelped and her waist shot up. Her face grimaced and she glared at me. Smack, smack, smack...! Alternating between her pussy and her inner thighs, I repeatedly spanked her. Five spanks on the pussy, and two on each inner thigh. Each smack was as soft and gentle as a pat on the cheeks, but her pussy was soft and moisturized, therefore, it stung. With continuous gentle smacks, the stings spread and became painful. Though it was painful, there was a hint of pleasure there. Her clit was also being hit, causing it to be greatly stimulated.