Wives Who Spank Their Husbands Novels & Stories

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.”

Her eyes went red. "Husband. When you beat me until I lost the baby. When you made me wash all the family laundry in cold water in the dead of winter. Were we husband and wife then? When your mother forced those filthy folk remedies down my throat and told me to die if I couldn't give you a son — were we husband and wife then? You're not human. You're a thing in a man's skin." Giulia raised the crowbar over her head and brought it down on his.

He yelled, showing dislike. He chortled then looked at his face. “Of course you don't need a wife but Miguel needs a mother. Someone that will take care of him not some stupid babysitter. I don't care about your opinion, my decision is final. We're going over to their place tomorrow and you have behaved yourself, Richard.” Bryant announced hostilely. “And one more thing, she's kind of your woman. After the marriage I'm pretty sure you'll be serious with your life and stop fucking around.” He pivoted to the stairs, he ascended the stairs heading back to his room.

She approached them just as the girl guided his hands to her breasts. "Tracey," he mumbled. That was when she lost her mind; she grabbed the woman’s hair and slapped her hard. Then, she faced her wasted husband and slapped him hard, too. "Ow..." he grumbled. "What the fuck, Ian!" she shouted at him. But Ian was completely wasted, and the woman she had slapped fired back by pulling her hair. Tracey quickly punched the woman in the stomach and pushed her away. "Get the fuck off me and my husband, you slut!" she growled, which made everyone stop. Then, she grabbed her husband’s face and slapped him again. "Wake up, asshole!"

My wife says, this is news for me. "Didn't you punish her Kennedy?" I ask with a raised brow. "I gave her few swats on her diapered bum and time out in her playpen" my wife replies. "Ken, you know and we agreed on punishing her when she misbehaves," I say, my wife wouldn't want to punish her, but she can't keep acting out when I'm busy at work. "Hey, I did punish her!" Kennedy replies defending herself. "With timeout and a couple of swats, Ken she needs a proper spanking with how bad she's been acting," I say, I only saw her last outburst around bedtime, and that was bad enough.

Master said, "but I'd prefer you didn't. I don't want them used to addressing their betters with familiarity. It might result in their punishment." "What kind of punishments are you talking about? Sit in a corner, time out?" "More like spankings or whippings, Mistress," I replied, "until our asses are red and it's hard to sit down for awhile." "You'd spank or whip your wife?" Sarah asked.

Circe snapped, in a single breath closed the space between us, and without a thought, slapped me across the face. My feet receded and I felt my face tingle and skin grow warm. She rushed to Drayton to help him up, her gaze running all over him and her eyes held this tenderness for him. I feel my eyes turn warm. If I hadn't just hit Drayton in the face and had ignored him, I wouldn't have forgiven myself. I don't think I would. My wife slapped me for her boyfriend who was talking about cupping her body? She didn't even hesitate to raise her hands on her husband for the same person who dumped her years ago.

Clyde The anger in me kept raging,I couldn't stop! My fists kept punching the pig's face. I wanted him to beg for mercy and I would never have mercy for him but I wanted him to beg for it. Then I would keep torturing him until he prayed for me to kill him. He lay his dirty hands on my wife "She is my f*cking daughter, and I have more rights to her than you! I can beat her whenever I want to teach that brat a lesson!" That was the f*cking excuse that he gave for slapping my wife.

“Breeding she-wolves need to feel their mate’s dominance more than anyone else.” The word “spanking” echoes in my mind, almost as if it’s some foreign term from another language. I know exactly what it means, but it seems impossible that I could truly be in this predicament. I’ve known plenty of punishments in my time, but none like this. None from someone who actually cares about me, and none that excite me despite my better judgment.

I asked but she slapped me again. Fuck!Latina women. "Tell me I didn't rise a whore! A home wrecker!" She yells angrily. "Mom calm down, there is a better explanation for this"I tell her but she wasn't having it. She raised her hand and slapped me again. "You fucking slept with someone's husband and you tell me you have an explanation for me. Tell me Jane! Tell me you have an explanation for opening your legs for married man, Your Fucking Employee at that"she yells again and the tears started coming.