Wives Who Spank Novels & Stories

"I can't what? Speak up, sweetie. Are you here for my approval, or do you want another F?" "No!" she shook her head fervently. "No, you can... you can spank me. That's fine. So I, um... what do I do?" I ventured a thin smile. "Assume the position." "Yeah, but... what position? If you want me on your lap you'll have to sit down. Or do I just grab my ankles, or...? You have to throw me a bone, here, Mr. Canon." I let my displeasure show, and the effect was visibly chastening. "First things first, spanking is about punishment, and contrition. If I wanted sass, I'd have brought Taylor over. You have to want my approval more than her, don't you?"

“All right! I get it! I’ll never go to a club again!” I stopped spanking, resting my hand on her ass. “Bailey, this isn’t about you going to a club. It’s not even about going to a club that caters to kink.” “It’s not? Then why in the hell are you spanking me?”

It took him some seconds to process that Mark had carried him on his shoulder. “You, what are you doing?” Angelo began to; struggle because of the awkward position that; he was forced into- by Mark. “Put me down.” “No can do and please stop struggling,” Mark then spank the buttocks of his wife. “You pervert!” Angelo shouted as Mark had spanked him on his buttocks. “How dare you touch my butt. I’m going to sue you!” Mark then slapped the buttocks of his wife another time, “I told you to stop struggling. A wife that is disobedient needs to be punished.”

I started pounding her again—deep, vicious strokes that made the headboard slam against the wall. Every thrust was accompanied by a hard spank, my palm cracking against her bouncing cheeks in rhythm. Smack! Smack! Smack! "Such a dirty fucking whore," I groaned, watching her ass jiggle with every impact. "You need this dick to destroy your holes, don't ya?" Elena moaned louder, her pussy dripping nonstop onto the sheets. I reached down and spanked her swollen pussy lips from underneath, making her squeal.

“That’s it. You want to act like a child I will treat you like a child.” Rowan lifts me in the air and over his shoulder. I swing my arms at his back. Fists raised as I beat against his lower back like a drum solo. Then I feel the sharp pain. Against my ass. He just spanked me. I am at a loss for words. I don’t know whether to beg for another or punch him in the ass cheek since the one thing in hand range. “Did you just spank me?” I yell. “Ah so she does have a voice. Nice to hear from you Mrs. Merrick.”

she cries out, her face scowling and forming ugly lines. Mad that my wife wouldn't listen, I pull her over my knees and spank her ten times, the next stroke tougher than the previous one. "Ouch! That stinks," she cries out. "Do you want me to use a hairbrush next?" I wonder out loud and she snickers, refusing. "Good. Now, I need you to relax because you are growing a baby in you. That is big job for my baby girl, can you do that for daddy?" I bait her.

"Oh, fuck, Mommy! Do it! Slap my nasty little ass! Spank me hard, Mommy! My fucking pussy is on fire!" As Vickie alternated between tugging on Dawn's nipples, her mother brought down slap after slap on her ass, causing the pink spots to turn red. Finally, she stopped spanking, and grabbed the bunched-up shorts to pull them farther down. Marge then wiggled a finger between her daughter's soaked ass-cheeks, and found her pussy lips. She pushed the finger as deep into her daughter's drenched cunt-hole as their position would allow, and then brought down another slap with her other hand.

What the hell am I supposed to expect from a spanking. I can honestly say I never receive one, not one. Oh, maybe as a child I get a swat on my ass when Mom says, “I said it’s bedtime,” but never more than one swat at a time. I mean, even then, they’re not really spanks so much as a vague threat that there can be spanks. I mean, they don’t even hurt. It takes one spank from Jackson to make me realize this is not going to be easy.

“I'm not a bra—“ Daddy's hand squeezes my ass, crushing my complaint in his grip. The same shudder hits me like before, but this time it doesn't just travel up, it travels forward, coursing through to my pussy. It quivers, reacting hard to the rough hand of the man behind me. That's not right. That's not how I should respond to my stepdad. But he's not giving me much choice. His body releases from mine, but his hand comes straight back to my ass with a vengeance. The open palm smacks me, jolting me forward against the cabinets. I wince from the blistering sting. “Daddy, stop! You can't spank me! I'm a grown woman.” “No, you're not. A grown woman doesn't do the stupid shit you do. They know t

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.