Wives Who Spank Mga Nobela at Kwento

Before anyone could react— Kelsey rushed forward like a bolt of lightning. Smack! Her palm landed heavily across Wanda's face. The loud slap echoed through the dining room. Wanda screamed. Before she could recover, Kelsey grabbed her by the hair and dragged her away from Andrew. "Ah!" Wanda cried in pain. But Kelsey had completely lost control. All she could see was the woman who had intentionally hurt her son… And framed her. "You dared to hurt my child!" Kelsey breathed out dangerously. "How could you do that to him?"

I will not be your wife again. I screamed as he gave me a hard tug, forcing me over his knee, then he threw my evening dress over my head and spanked me hard. It was not the sexy teasing spanking he had given me occasionally when we were married; it was a punishment, and it fucking hurt. For a brief minute I was frozen in shock, and then my anger exploded. I fought tooth and nail, screaming as he beat me; it was no use; he held me down easily. When he had finished, he allowed me to sit back up, and I instantly pulled myself as far away from him as I could. I was trembling all over, but not with fear as Killian thought. 'I warned you, little wife. Defy me, and you will be punished. I expect t

At my wife's birthday party, my daughter and son accidentally knocked over a bowl of soup and splashed it on their uncle. My wife grabbed his completely unharmed hand and tore into both children. But that still wasn't enough for her, so she locked the two of them inside the sauna. I called and begged her, again and again, to spare our kids. Her voice was ice cold. "Stop bothering me! This is your fault for raising them so badly! "Since they burned someone, they can sit in there and think hard about what they did!" The thermometer kept climbing. Blisters had already risen on my children's skin, and they wailed without stopping. I begged her to forgive them like a man gone mad. "They're

She turned her attention to his other end, lipsticking ‘SL’ on one arse cheek and ‘UT’ on the other. “If only your mother could see you now,” mused Wanda. “I’m sure she’d be overwhelmed with pride.’ She picked up a spanking paddle and delivered a ferocious blow to his buttocks, then followed it with four more in swift succession. Wanda stepped back to admire the results of the thrashing, “Your arse is red raw, dear boy.”

I roamed my hands over them to feel their softness and elasticity . And bang ....I spank her both butt cheeks " You ...how dare you to ignore my words ....*spank* When I told you to meet me on the terrace ....you dare to say no to me...*spank* Let me teach you a good lesson so that, next time you follow my command .......and never dare to disobey me " I said to her and started to slap her butt ....hard with very spank And she shout in pain with every slap.... *Spank* "ahhhhh Leave me"

I thought to myself that if I can protect myself, I can also protect the ones I love. Yeah, I can fight my bullies since I turn out to be well-versed with martial arts, but constantly being called in the school’s guidance counselling office is a headache for me, and for my mom, who teaches the Filipino language in a nearby school, I am a big shame. Whenever we got home, she spanks my butt with a hanger. Way back then, the clothes hanger is a metal one, so the pain is nasty. I put ice packs on it after the spanking time. Asian mothers are all the same. But this way of my mom’s act of discipline for me, her daughter, is for my sake, it made me grew as a well-disciplined and obedient daughter.

she cried. I leaned forward and brought my hand down swiftly on her bared cunt, slapping her virgin snatch and making her cry out. “Close your legs and I’ll spank your pussy even harder.” I swatted her cunt again. The slaps weren’t gentle. I wanted them to hurt. It was a punishment, after all. “Nina, when I married you, I bought you. Do you understand that?” I spanked her pussy again. She didn’t respond to my question, but her whimper was confirmation enough.

I ordered, spanking her cheeks hard—left, right, alternating until they glowed crimson, the handprints blooming like brands. She complied with a whimper, pushing her ass higher, her face buried in the couch cushions. "Spank me more, Alexander—punish me for being late today, for making you wait!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. I smirked, the memory of her tardiness fueling my strikes. Each slap echoed like a gunshot, her skin jiggling, her cries growing louder. "Yes! Harder—make it sting! I'm sorry, sir—I'll never be late again!"

"Now or twenty spanks from each of us!" "What?" A shocking gasp escaped her lips. "Yes, do you want us to spank that cute little ass of yours, Aurora?" Aiden asked and she shook her head immediately. "No!" She said hurried. She doesn't wants them to spank her. She is not a child for God's sake! And even if they spank her, she won't be able to handle it. Their hands are big like that of a beast and so hard, it will make her skin burn so badly and she doesn't want to go through at pain.

“So, why do you keep stalking me? I’m disgusting, and you should have nothing to do with me.” “Believe me, there is no woman on this planet that would want to spank a man when they have sex, it’s horrendous.” She tapped my shoulders. “I will talk to your parents about it, and we will seek professional help for you.” I grabbed her shoulders and slammed her against the wall once more, leaning in to threaten her. “One word about this to anyone, and I will rip your fucking tongue out of your fucking mouth.”