Wives Who Spank Their Husbands Novels & Stories

He flogged her mercilessly like a child, my mom's screams and cries echoed throughout the house but he didn't stop till she passed out after which he just kicked her to the side with his long legs. As I watched the scene, I felt my eyes wet with tears. I wish I could save my mom from all this torture but I couldn't, I had no voice as I am just a girl. Husbands beating their wives when they do something wrong is pretty normal in my village as they believe that the man is the head while the woman is the tail so he could practically do anything to her as long as he doesn't kill her. What surprised me most about the whole incident was that after my mom woke up after being unconscious for five ho

My blood immediately rose to my head when I saw who was at the door. I went to her and slap her. “What did you do to my husband!!!” I shouted at her. I slap her again. “What do you really want?!!” The people there immediately stopped us. James held me while Alex held Jana. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "Sorry?!!! Will my husband be healed by your sorry?!!!” I shouted. "What are you going to do in Tagaytay huh?!!! Tell me!!!!" I ask her angrily.

“Your husband would spank you for such things.” “He never once spanked me,” she spoke boldly. “He preferred mental and emotional abuse on me. I would have been taken to a party with his ridiculous family dressed like a whore where he would tell anyone who would listen the best wife is a paid for one, especially if the purchased bitch was as stupid as I am. The dumber the better.” She plunked the phone on the table and met the concerned gaze of Ruggero Rapallino. “You’re on the table.”

There wasn’t a biker chick who didn’t. Domestic punishment was how we handled our women whenever they stepped out of line. There was nothing abusive about it; all it entailed was a little spanking, followed by rampant makeup sex. We had nothing but love and respect for our mates, but the Roughnecks were all spanking men. We took care of our women and kept them satisfied. Bikers lived by a code of honor, and our women all had to toe the line. Gia let out a startled gasp as my palm came crashing down hard, landing on her left ass cheek with a slap. Her body relaxed as I rubbed away the sting.

The three of them went into another world for a couple of minutes as both guys fucked my wife as if their lives depended on it, with Sandra seemingly enjoying every second. “Is that good baby?” Desi grunted, then he spanked her ass– ‘crack’, “do you like it rough?” ‘Crack’ another smack on the other cheek, “I bet you’ve dreamed of getting fucked like this for years?” ‘Crack.’ “Haven’t you?” ‘Crack’, the spanking was getting louder and her cheeks were turning red. Sandra’s breathing was getting shorter and her eyes were nearly popping out of her head as she energetically sucked Kez’s dick while Desi fucked and spanked her.

“Stop it! Stop it this instant!” After seeing her struggle and the look on her face that seemed to say ‘Who gave you the right to spank me’, Sean’s suppressed rage started flaring up again. There was coldness between his brows. “Will you dare do something like that again?” Suddenly, Jane found this entire ordeal extremely absurd. Only disobedient children would get spanked on their buttocks, no? After parents spanked their child on the buttocks, they would then seize the wailing child and ask them if they would dare commit the same mistakes again.

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.

"Keep count, little sister." "She didn't do anything wrong!" I grit my teeth at his back facing us. After earnestly appealing to him for a stop to this inhumane punishment of his sister, my ire took hold of me strongly. He pivots slowly and levels a frigid gaze on me. "A wife should obey her husband, so should the rest of the female relatives dwelling under his wing." "I wasn't your wife at the time!" My voice raises a notch. "She's apologized once already! And once is enough!"

“This married pussy is so much tighter than I imagined. Your husband has no idea how to fuck you properly, does he?” He started pounding me hard — deep, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and my moans turn into broken cries. Every thrust slammed against my cervix. The wet, filthy sound of his heavy balls slapping my soaked pussy filled the room. “Tell me,” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Tell me how much better my cock feels than your husband’s.” “So much better,” I sobbed with pleasure. “Your cock is ruining me— I can’t go back to him after this—”

"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.