Domestic Spanking: Strict Wife Spanks Unreliable Husband
This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18
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Marriage Punishment: Wife Confronts Forgetful Husband
The door clicks shut, and Jake calls out cheerfully, “I’m home!” His bag hits the floor, his jacket lands carelessly on the chair. Clara stands in the kitchen with her arms crossed, her eyes cool and steady.
“Well? Did you get everything?”
Jake freezes mid-step. A glance at the empty counter, then a sheepish rub at the back of his neck. “Uh… So I got the coffee… but I forgot the milk. And the flour. It was just a crazy day…”
Clara walks toward him slowly, one deliberate step at a time. There’s no sigh, no sarcastic remark, just a calm that instantly unnerves him.
“That’s the third time this week,” she says. “I told you this morning. Sent you a voice message. Wrote it down.”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“No.” She shakes her head. “This time, sorry isn’t going to cut it.”
She grabs his wrist and leads him into the living room. Jake stumbles behind her, unsure whether to laugh or run.
Wife Pulls Down Her Husband’s Pants And Underwear
He halts as she sits down on the edge of the couch and reaches for his belt.
“Honey, wait, what are you doing?” His voice climbs an octave.
“You’re going to get exactly what you deserve.” Her fingers unbuckle the belt, and with a single tug, she pulls his pants down past his thighs. The belt dangles, the jeans slump around his knees.
Jake’s hands hover in protest, but she shoots him a sharp look. “Don’t move.”
Reluctantly, he drops his arms. Clara grips the waistband of his black boxer briefs. She pauses for a second, her hand warm on his hip. Then she slides the underwear down, slow and firm, baring his ass inch by inch. The fabric catches on his thighs, joining the pile of clothing at his knees.
His butt is now fully exposed, completely vulnerable. Clara takes her time looking. Then, without a word, she grabs him by the arm and pulls him over her knee.
He lands with a soft grunt, his chest pressed into the cushions, legs dangling awkwardly. Clara shifts his body higher, lifts his hips until his bare bottom is perfectly raised.
Domestic Spanking: Woman Punishes Man Hard
The first smack lands without warning. Clara’s hand connects sharply with his right cheek. Jake gasps, shocked.
“Ow! Clara!”
She doesn’t answer. The second slap strikes the left side with equal force. He flinches, tries to twist, but her free hand presses down on his lower back, keeping him pinned.
“You think it’s okay to keep ignoring me?” Smack. “You think I enjoy repeating myself?” Smack, smack.
His cheeks flush, both sets. His bottom begins to turn a warm pink under her rhythmically falling hand. Each blow echoes through the room, each one firm, deliberate.
Jake grits his teeth, toes curling against the carpet, legs beginning to squirm.
“Honey, come on! I didn’t do it on purpose!”
“That doesn’t matter.” Smack. “You’re my husband, not a careless teenager.”
The spanking continues, evenly spread across both cheeks. The color deepens, the skin tightens under the impact. Jake lets out a small whimper and presses his forehead against the arm of the couch. He’s still holding back, but Clara isn’t nearly done.
Wife Intensifies The Spanking And Watches Husband Squirm
Clara shifts the angle, aiming lower now, right where the curve of his bottom meets the tops of his thighs. Jake jerks violently.
“Ahh… not there!”
Which of course earns him another stinging slap, right in the same spot. He kicks one leg, then the other, but she holds him steady. Her thighs pin him in place. Her hand is relentless.
“I’m not your reminder app. If I ask you to do something, I expect it done.”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Jake’s legs kick helplessly. His knees bounce. The fabric of his underwear and pants binds him, keeping his movements clumsy and ineffective.
“Baby, please… it hurts…”
“Oh, I know it does.” Her tone is ice. “And the more you squirm, the redder it gets.”
She rubs his bottom once. Slow, firm, feeling the heat radiate from his skin. He flinches at the contact. Then, without warning, she slaps directly in the center. He yelps. Again. And again.
His ass now glows an angry red. He breathes hard, the tension leaving his shoulders, his body beginning to slump across her lap.
Wife Finishes The Punishment And Enjoys It
Clara adjusts his position one final time, pulling his hips a little higher, pushing his chest lower. The new angle arches his back. His cheeks clench, round and raised, on full display.
She raises her hand again.
Three final smacks. Hard, deliberate, across the fullest part of his burning butt. Each one draws a sharp exhale from him, a tremble through his legs.
Then silence.
She rests her hand on his lower back, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. His bottom twitches under her palm—swollen, warm, thoroughly punished.
Clara lets him lie there, legs limp, arms dangling. She strokes one hand over the glowing surface, admiring the heat and color. Then, slowly, she tugs his boxers back up. The fabric drags over tender skin, pulling a soft hiss from Jake’s lips.
The jeans follow, stiff and scratchy. She gives his waistband a tug, then helps him up. He stands carefully, gingerly. His hands hover behind him, not quite daring to rub.
“Are you going to remember next time?” she asks flatly.
Jake nods. “Yes… definitely.”
She steps close, brushes his collar back into place, straightens his shirt.
“Good. Because if you don’t…” She leans in. “Next time, I’m using the hairbrush.”
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