Wives Who Spank Their Husbands Novels & Stories

"Oh no, and ruin your mom's happy marriage?" Lila reluctantly raised her arms. "Good girl," Ryan mocked, and delivered a sharp spank to her behind. Lila gasped, stifling a cry. "That's for entering my room without knocking." Another spank landed. "And this is for defying me." A harder spank followed. "And this is for trying to slap me." Another, even stronger. "And this… is for hitting my manhood." He squeezed her buttock hard, making her yelp in pain and anger.

The two of them continues to laugh, leaving me in to try and breathe properly even though my patience has reached its limit. ''Imagine her screaming my name as I fuck her deep and hard or how she would cry out for me to go faster and faster just so that she can feel the fucking pleasure,'' He continues as he leans closer and closer towards my face. ''Then, I'd shove her face down onto the fucking bed just to spank her hard so that she wouldn't be able to sit properly the next day. Man, your wife is giving me all these fucking urges.'' He chuckles. Just like that, my patience has somehow gone off the roof as I push myself away from the man's grasps before punching straight onto his face; cont

“You’re my personal whore now. Say it.” “I’m your whore… your stepmom whore!” she gasped, her voice breaking with pleasure. He flipped her over roughly onto all fours and slammed back inside her from behind. He spanked her ass hard, leaving bright red marks. “Look at this fat ass jiggling for me,” he growled, spanking her again. “I’m going to breed this married pussy every single day. Fill you with so much cum you’ll be leaking for hours while you cook dinner.” Victoria pushed her ass back against him, meeting his brutal thrusts. “Yes… breed me… pump your stepmom full of cum… make me pregnant with your baby!”

“What the fuck is your problem?” “Do I look like one of your whores you order around?” I ask him. He lifts me off the bed. He pushes me down on the bed on my stomach. When I try to get back up, he pushes me. “A bad wife needs to be punished, doesn’t she?” he asks. “Damien if you don’t get the fuck off me…” I warn him. {SPANK} The mother fucker spanked me. He actually spanked me. “Get ready baby…” he says seconds before he slams into me.

she smiled and gave him a kiss on his cheek as she giggled like a little girl in front of her crush. It took all the will in the world to not go and slap her and scratch her face. “Our daughters were locked in a cage?” I turned to my husband. “How can you be so heartless?” “I only tried to discipline them because they were being naughty, my love. Tori has spoilt them so much,” Riley defended herself and I clenched my teeth in anger. “You shouldn’t have done that. Next time, give them milder punishments!”my husband said and Riley nodded. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The nauseating madness happening in front of me needs to be stopped.

Amber. His free hand cracked down on my ass, sharp, stinging. I screamed, my pussy clamping down so hard he groaned. “Again,” I begged. “Please, mark me.” He spanked me harder, left cheek, right cheek, over and over until my skin burned bright red. Each slap drove me higher, made me wetter, made my clit throb so violently I thought I’d cum untouched. “Gonna fill this cunt,” he panted. “Gonna pump you so full it leaks down your thighs for days. Everyone who sees you will smell me on you. They’ll know you’ve been fucked raw by your fucking husband to be.”

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

Rashonda giggled for the first time and the young woman couldn’t believe she was feeling relaxed and was laughing while still knowing that a bomb was strapped to her baby’s ankle. “We love our men, but sometimes they annoy us.” Agent Jane lowered her voice in a playful, dooming way. “When you get married, you accept your husband’s faults along with his strengths, even though you don’t want to. I used to hate it when my husband would take his dirty dish and just sit it on the counter after I would tell him repeatedly to put his plate in the dishwasher. I even threatened his life one night, and he still did it.” Agent Jane sighed before giggling. “I wanted to kill him, but I put him over my kn

Logan doesn’t like when I call him by his name. When we are in front of people and have to act like a sweet couple, I can call him by his name. But when we are alone, I have to call him alpha. Otherwise, he would punish me. I get punishment every day, as my husband rapes me every night. But when he is angry, the punishment takes a unique method. Like spanking, whipping, choking. I never enjoy our sexual acts. But when the punishment was added, it became more difficult. And it doesn’t matter how much I get punished, the next morning I have to act like a loving couple in front of everyone.

“You wouldn’t put me down! You’ve hit me plenty of times—so what if I hit you twice?” His eyes darkened, sharp with a dangerously calm fury. He gripped my jaw, his fingers rough but not painful. “Spanking,” he said slowly, mockery dripping from every syllable, “is a form of sexual suggestion. Is this how you plan to handle our divorce?” My breath caught. Sexual? My cheeks flamed. “That’s ridiculous!” I protested. “You started it! You were spanking me for years—since I was fifteen! How is it discipline when you do it, but something else when I do?”