Wives Who Spank Their Husbands Novels & Stories

Let alone sleep. "Am I forgiven?" " Well, you have me over your shoulder upside down with your arm around my thighs..." "Which are sadly slimmer. I love rolling around with you when you're soft. " "Hey!" I stretched my arm and spanked him on his backside and he stopped abruptly. He returned the favor by spanking me back. " Hey I do the spanking mind you wife." "Well you spank like a girl mind you husband." "Clara answer my question...? Goodness you know how to change subjects at will..."

I said, walking around the young child with my hand on his delicate back. Waylen shook his head in disapproval. "My father wouldn't allow it. The other time, he hit Aunt Feya so bad that she fell on the floor. He keeps...hitting her and keeps telling me to stay away...from her," Waylen cried, as my eyes widened for a minute. Was it possible to hit another woman's wife? Was it possible to hit a woman who isn't entitled to you, either as an employee or a wife? This was getting interesting, and I nodded my head in smiles.

He orders in a gentle tone, slightly smacking my inner thighs, causing me to splay my legs for him. “Good girl.” He remarks, rubbing my clit inside the water in a teasing motion. “Now tell me, will you tease your husband?” He asks, directly spanking between my thighs, causing me to jump and shut my legs. “Keep your legs open for your husband, Grace.” He parts my legs, grabbing my thighs. “Now, if they get close, I’ll tie you up and spank your little pussy until it turns sore.” His warning sends a direct twitch between my thighs.

“That’s not true… I have done everything for this marriage. I love him, I’ve endured his insults, his anger, his coldness, but bringing another woman into our home....mom, how can you defend that?” “Shut your mouth!” Her mother-in-law’s hand cracked across Leah’s cheek in a sharp, stinging slap that sent her staggering back in shock. Before Leah could recover, the older woman lunged forward, her fingers tangling in Leah’s hair. With frightening strength, she yanked hard, forcing Leah’s head back. “You will not stand here and accuse my son! You are worthless as a wife, worthless!” she screamed, shaking Leah by the hair as tears streamed down Leah’s face.

Kelsey finally replied to Doris’s words about her being home while a chef prepared breakfast. “Kelsey,” Wanda called softly, trying to sound patient, “until this divorce actually happens, even though we know you aren’t serious about it, you are still Ramon’s wife. You should continue handling your responsibilities.” Wanda’s words stung Kelsey deeply. Her eyes slowly moved toward her. “Responsibilities?” she repeated softly. Wanda nodded gently. “Yes. Taking care of your husband and child is part of being a wife.” Kelsey suddenly let out a soft chuckle.

"She hesitated. We can't have that. You'll have to be punished." "Yes," Grandmother hissed. "Punish the little skank! She needs to clean our son's dick right away!" CRACK! I squealed around Daddy's cock. My eyes widened at the burning pain that burned across my rump from Daddy's spank. My his wiggled, my pussy getting so wet. Juices dripped through my bush to run down my thighs. CRACK "You will be a good sex slave!" Mother hissed as Grandfather spanked me again.

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

“You are not allowed to say her name in this room. I thought you knew that already. Just so you know, I thoroughly enjoyed causing discord between them. “Hafsa laughed like a maniac as she imagined the shocked face of the little witch. She was brought out of her sadistic mind by the sound of a slap that resonated in the room. She heard the sound before she felt the pain. The shock on her face was like no other. This was the first time her husband had slapped her and for what? A witch! She stood up with one hand on her reddening cheek and the other on her waist.” You slapped me for a whore’s …” before she completed her sentence another heavy blow landed on her other cheek. “She was never a wh

she cries out, her face scowling and forming ugly lines. Mad that my wife wouldn't listen, I pull her over my knees and spank her ten times, the next stroke tougher than the previous one. "Ouch! That stinks," she cries out. "Do you want me to use a hairbrush next?" I wonder out loud and she snickers, refusing. "Good. Now, I need you to relax because you are growing a baby in you. That is big job for my baby girl, can you do that for daddy?" I bait her.