Wives Who Spank Their Husbands Novels & Stories

Her old boney hand began caressing the cheeks of my ass as she strictly began to ask me, "Why would a beautiful whore come to her house to expect to fuck her husband?" And I felt her bare hand come down on my bare ass! It stung a little, but didn't really hurt as she continued to spank me over and over again, one cheek for a half a dozen swats, and then the other, before returning to the first one.

Go home to your wives, I have no use for you here. The pain and disappointment in her quiet voice cut them deeply, they knew they had been wrong, that her private life was no concern of theirs and she was right, they had seen Ricardo openly using other women. He had even taken the guards to the BDSM club before they had married and they had not thought badly of him when they discovered that he kept not one, but two Subs here who gladly did whatever he wanted them to. They had been sat in his private lounge while the two women, both naked and wearing his collars, had pleasured him. They had not given it a second thought because he had provided women who had willingly pleasured them at the sam

“Open up, slut.” She obeyed instantly, sucking him in while Tobias hammered her from behind. Drool and muffled cries mixed as she rocked between them. Darius leaned close to me, his smirk sharp. “Look at her. This is who your wife really is.” I looked. I couldn’t not. Marina’s body shook as she took both ends, spit dripping down her chin, her ass red and raw from spanking. The men switched again, each one taking his turn inside her ass. Every time one pulled out, another rolled on a condom and slid in, forcing her to stretch wider, her body jerking under them.

The desk shook with every brutal stroke. Lila cried out in pleasure, pushing her ass back to meet him. “Harder!” she moaned. “Fuck me like my husband never could!” Noah railed her mercilessly, one hand fisting her hair while the other spanked her ass red. “Your husband pays me to work here,” he growled, spanking her again. “And now I’m fucking his beautiful young wife on his own desk. How does that feel, Mrs. Whitaker?” “So good!” she sobbed, legs shaking. “I’m such a bad wife… Don’t stop… Fill me with your cum!”

Her knife paused mid-air and she set it down carefully, pressing her lips into a straight line but after a fleeting moment, she resumed dicing her carrots. “Mama?” I called, waiting for her to say something, to comfort me or sympathize with me. “Marriage is about tolerance, Amara,” She finally found her voice. “Your father. . .was no saint either.” “Papa never hit you.” “Not with his hands,” She said sharply. “But neglect and distance—abuse wears many faces. We wives must learn to endure them all.” “But—” I shook my head, heat prickling at my eyes. “It’s not the same. Mama, he hit me.”

Lia panicked but with a considerable belly it is hard to do anything " Don't touch me. " Lia hissed as her instance grew even more robust, silently signalling her Husband. " Why, baby? Aren't you just a whore to be pregnant at such a young age? " another asked and got a tight slap on his face by the Wife. Anger. Anger was the expression was written on his face as he yanked Lia by her hairs. " Slut! " he said as he about to slap Lia but the slap never came as the man was thrown on the other side of the shelf.

“Please… spank me harder.” He laughed, low and cruel. “Listen to you. Begging to be punished like a desperate little cumdump.” His palm came down again — harder — on the same spot, then the left cheek, then back again in a rapid, punishing rhythm. Each loud smack left bright red handprints blooming across her pale ass. “Your husband ever spank you like this? No? Of course not. He probably treats you like a delicate little princess. But you’re not a princess, are you? You’re just a cock-hungry slut who climbed balconies for stranger dick.” “Yes!” Elena sobbed, pushing her ass back into every brutal slap. The pain mixed with pleasure until she couldn’t tell them apart. Her pussy throbbed, leak

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

I could feel the bulge beneath my ribs growing with every smack he gave me. “What the hell is wrong with you?” standing up. My ass stings, and I’m sure it’s as red as a tomato. I stared at my husband. I was angry that he was spanking me. I wanted to show him I was annoyed with the spanking, but fuck, the man looks like he just stepped out of a magazine with his thick black hair that falls in his eyes, abs that make me want to run my fingers down, and those V muscles that lead to something I desperately want to feel inside me. Just looking at him makes me wet. Unknowingly, to me instead of fighting him for spanking me.

and again I cut him off with a slap. "That was for looking down on me, and this" with the other hand I slap him again, hard. "Is for disrespecting me" for the last one I slap him again with the other hand "And that? Is because I'm angry so madly angry with you. I am your wife Jaden, your wife! How can you dare to talk to your wife like that?" With teary eyes I slightly pushed him. I feel like I'm weak. The things that mommy ally taught me had vanished from my head. "I am your wife and you have the will to treat me like this? How dare you!"