Wives Who Spank Novels & Stories

A man I didn't know anything about, except his first name, was spanking me because my husband wanted him to. But thankfully Xavier seemed to only spank me with the sole purpose of fulfilling a command given by his Pakhan, not to hurt me or deliver pain. And yet, it still hurt because every time his rough palm came down on my arse, it touched the heated and bruised flesh left behind by the paddle my husband used on me. Tears dripped down my cheeks, more from the humiliation than the pain. But pain came too. Quickly. Deeply. And like a sinful caress, settling deep in my core as Kayne took his place to spank me next.

She spanked him again. "Having power doesn't mean you can push others around." Spank. "Power doesn't mean you can bully anyone you want." Spank. "It's meant to protect." Spank. "Because powerful ones are responsible for protecting the weak." Spank. "But if you misuse your power, you face punishment." Spank. "Do you get that, Alex?" He was crying silently. Vera tilted her head to see his face going all red. He was pressing his lips together to bite back his cries.

"You can't control yourself, and now you're pointing fingers at your own stepfather? You're disgusting." Frederick pressed a hand to his chest and let out a long, wounded sigh. "I know Jonathan has never liked me. But if he's going to destroy my reputation like this, I don't see the point in going on." That was all my mother needed to hear. She completely lost it. "Bring me my whip." The Smith family had a punishment tradition—ninety-nine lashes. My father had once been beaten to death under that same rule. And now my mother was ready to use it on me, all for a man she'd picked up from a nightclub.

now to full effect on her step mommy, swirling around the ice cold popsicles back and forth, slowly all around her nipples making the poor things ache for some warm attention. All the while the father is continuing to slap the paddle down on his wife's ass with alternating force; not so hard as to cause her any real pain, but yet hard enough to make her wince with every blow. The spanking, combined with the cold popsicle being rubbed over all over her large tits by the very playful Ellie, is causing a growing need in Missy that is quickly reaching epic proportions. The father is more than willing to take advantage of the situation. He gives his wife a brief respite from her paddling, pausing

Kelly say. I can see Eli giving his sister a stern look. “Well, when my mother spanked me, it couldn’t be labeled as good. To her, it meant I had done a bad thing,” I answer. “Yeaahhh, that’s it. Spanking naughty kids. And that is exactly what Mark was doing. Spanking a very bad, bad Emily.” Kelly’s tone changes as she says that, which makes me raise a brow. Why was she sing-speaking? “Exactly. Mark spanked a horrible girl to get information,” Eli says.

Under the photo was a voice message. "Kyla, look at this!" Mom's voice exploded through the quiet room. "Is Bruce cheating on you? Don't be stupid!" Then she forwarded an article. [Don't Forgive a Cheater During Postpartum Recovery: Once a Cheater, Always a Cheater.] Every word screamed divorce. I tightened my grip on my phone as cold spread through my body. *** Ever since I was a kid, Mom kept saying we were broke. As the older sister, I had to sacrifice more.

The position left her completely exposed, her face burning with humiliation and arousal. “How many, do you think?” he mused, tracing a finger down her spine. “One for every time you whined? Every time you touched me under the table without permission? Every dramatic sigh?” She whimpered. “Let’s call it twenty. And you are going to count. Loudly. So if anyone is watching through that window, they will know exactly what happens to naughty girls.” The first spank landed hard across both cheeks. She yelped. “One! Thank you, Daddy!”

I gasped. “Chill out. The fly swatter was used solely for potty training and deterrence of shoe-eating. Plus, there is nothing wrong with a swift tap on the ass for discipline. Spare the rod, you spoil the child. It’s in the Bible, look it up if you don’t believe me.” “I just don’t believe that you have to spank your child to get them to obey. I was never spanked growing up.” “And now look at you, banging your young, hot, barely legal neighbor. Maybe if you got spanked a time or two in your life then you would have a little self-control.”

“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.

She stared at him, not sure whether or not he meant what he said. “You’re really going to spank me?” She couldn’t believe he would actually do it. Who spanked another adult? Hell, kids didn’t even get spanked these days. They were just shoved in a chair and told to think about what they did wrong.