Novel & Cerita Wives Who Spank

Dad’s gaze shifted and he spotted Bella’s report card on the coffee table next to him. “Did you hit Ray again?” Mom poked her head out of the kitchen bearing a mocking expression. “Do you think you have a right to ask me that?” Dad’s voice was low, laced with anger as he repeated, “I’m asking if you hit him again.” “So what if I did? I’m disciplining my own child. What does that have to do with you?” Mom wasn’t about to back down either. Dad slammed the cake box onto the coffee table. “Bella’s the one who made a mistake, so why is it always Ray who gets the beating?”

He had never seen anything good about her or the kids, and had made their lives even more miserable in poverty, by gambling with every money they managed to make from working at bars. The second daughter Ariana couldn't take his bad attitude of beating their mother and exhausting their money anymore, and she talked back to her father in a very obnoxious manner that drove him crazy. All his attempts to beat get up too failed, because she skillfully dodged every one of the hits. She had been learning martial arts ever since she turned thirteen, intending to defend her meek sister and mother from their father. But he ended up doing the unthinkable that evening, by throwing both of them out of t

Time seemed to freeze. The next second, comments flooded the screen. "Holy shit!! She hit the kid?" "Is she insane? She slapped a kid in front of millions of people! She used a ton of force!" "Call the police! Call the police now! This woman is a lunatic!" "How could her birth mother do something like that?" James had seen the comments as well, so he quickly grabbed Linda's arm. "Lin! Calm down! Lily is still young! She's just being naughty!"

She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about. She was even named the town's model wife. "I never thought he'd actually show up to court. I've never seen anyone sue their own wife before." "Hazel really had terrible judgment when she was young. She built everything with him from nothing, and this is how he repays her. You really do see all kinds of people in this world." "I lived next door to him for years. He fooled everyone. Who would've guessed he was such an ungrateful piece of trash?"

"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.

“I’ll give them a spanking. That’ll fix it.” “Hey! Kendrick!” He cleared his throat. “If it’s a boy, he gets a spanking. If it’s a girl, I’ll reason with her.” “This isn’t about boys or girls!” She stared at him, exasperated. “How do you reason with a three-month-old baby? And spanking is absolutely out of the question.” Even a two- or three-year-old wouldn’t necessarily respond to reason. And his “boy gets hit, girl gets reasoned with” approach? Way too reckless.

He kept one hand in her hair, pulling her head back so her back arched, and used the other to spank her hard between strokes. “Fuck—Nathan—” “Take it,” he growled. “You walked in here for this.” He didn’t ease up. The rhythm stayed heavy and relentless. Ava’s breasts pressed into the mattress. Soft, broken cries leaked out of her every time he bottomed out. He spanked her again, harder, watching the thick flesh bounce and redden. Her pussy made filthy wet sounds around him. The risk of his parents being only a few doors away made every deep stroke feel sharper.

“You’re serious.” “Completely.” Smack, smack, smack. “You really think I’m going to let you…hit me?” “Not hit you. Spank you. Big difference. Losing your temper and throwing your boot at me proved you need to learn there are consequences for acting out against me.” Smack, smack, smack. “No. Way. You are fucking delusional.” The continual smack, smack, smack was wearing on her nerves. “I haven’t been spanked since I was about six years old.”

"But you're not! You're not doing anything wrong," "I know, but it's still hard to convince myself of that. Now, I'm telling you. If a woman wants you to flogger her because she gets off on the pain. Then you are not abusing her. And spankings? Those I've heard are very enjoyable when done correctly." "No! Absolutely not," he said sternly.

"We went to breakfast while you were hung-over, and you started an argument and walked out leaving us with the kids and the bill." I was angrier than I meant to get, and I pulled out of her and threw her across my lap. I spanked her ass bright red. "Your boys were so mean to my daughter, I had to wonder at how you'd raised them. Then I realized you probably didn't." She moaned as I spanked her and started squirming immediately. "Oww, please stop," she cried, as I smacked her hard, "stop Daddy." The Daddy comment was like a slap in the face. What was I doing spanking a grown woman for her bad behavior. She sobbed when I stopped and pushed her off my lap.