Wives Who Spank Novels & Stories

"Oh I will, I will slap you and even spank you like a child should you give me a reason to. So I advice you watch and weigh whatever you want to say to me." I smiled. Good try Mami, good try. I knew her rants were just a way to cover up her fears, but I let her be anyways. What got to me though, was the fact that her words were already turning me on, how could a person's angry threat affect me this way. Perhaps, it must have been when she used the word 'spank like a child". I laughed at my reaction and the bulge in my trousers reminded me that this wasn't a laughing matter.

I took my hands to her right butt cheek and caressed it softly. "Your mother, she too defiled me in a way that hurt so much, but as for you.. " I raised my hand in the air and slapped her butt so hard that it turned red in an instant. Claire whimpered softly, trying her best to keep calm. "I won't let you do the same to me" I sneered and hit the other cheek. A painful gasp escaped her lips as her toe nails curled in pains. I didn't care to know how painful spanking her this way would be to her, she asked for it and I'm only returning the favor.

I say looking out at her with a giggle. "You think I should just spank him?" she asks me, I nod my head yes, daddy spanked me before, Blake even spanks Kayla, he says it's what happens when someone is naughty. "Naughty daddy," I tell her this time she broke into a giant smile. "I love him already, sadly little one I'm not allowed to spank my employee but once I am, I'll make sure to tan his bum for you" she adds with a wink making me giggle again.

“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.”