Spanking in Marriage: Strict Wife Spanks Husband
Summary:
Karin comes home from work, looking forward to a quiet evening. Upon her arrival, she finds chaos in the kitchen. Her husband Anton hasn’t taken care of it as promised. So, she gives him a reminder!
Broken Agreement: Strict Wife Confronts Husband
It was a typical Wednesday evening. I came home from work and saw that Anton had made himself comfortable on the sofa.
The TV was on, and he was lounging with a beer in hand.
At first glance, everything seemed as usual, but when I walked into the kitchen, I froze. The dishes from last night were still in the sink, plates and pots piled high.
I felt my mood shift instantly. Anton had promised to do the dishes before I got home. It wasn’t the first time he’d forgotten a simple task, but this time, I wasn’t going to let it slide.
I returned to the living room, where he was watching a channel showing nothing but reruns. He didn’t notice me until I stood directly in front of him, blocking his view of the TV.
“Anton,” I said, placing my hands on my hips. “Did you do the dishes?”
He looked up at me, blinking as though trying to remember what I was talking about. “Uh… No, I thought I’d do it later,” he mumbled, glancing away sheepishly.
“Later?” I crossed my arms and gave him a sharp look. “You mean when the kitchen is overrun with pests? I told you to do it, and once again, you didn’t follow through.”
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Anton swallowed and sat up straight, hearing the seriousness in my voice. “I’m sorry, honey. I’ll do it right now,” he said, starting to get up.
But I stopped him with a firm look and a finger pressed against his chest. “Too late,” I said. “Now you’ll be punished.”
Spanking in Marriage: Strict Wife Spanks Husband
Anton’s eyes widened, and I could see he understood I wasn’t joking. He opened his mouth to say something, but I didn’t give him the chance. “Take off your pants,” I commanded, pointing to his sweatpants.
Anton hesitated for only a moment before standing and pulling down the waistband of his joggers. He knew there was no escape.
As his pants dropped to the floor, he stood before me in his snug boxers, his eyes fixed on the ground.
“And now the boxers,” I said, my voice steady and clear. I waited as he slid his underwear down, standing bare from the waist down, his gaze still averted.
“Come here,” I instructed, pulling him closer. Sitting on the edge of the sofa, I grasped his arm and guided him over my lap.
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His body was warm and heavy against my legs, and I could feel his muscles tense as he adjusted to the position.
His bare bottom was now exposed, pale against the room’s light, though I knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long. I placed my hand on his right cheek, letting it rest for a moment before bringing it down sharply against his skin.
A loud smack echoed through the room, and his body flinched.
“This is for not doing the dishes,” I said, tightening my grip on his waist.
I raised my hand again and struck his left cheek, the sound just as sharp. Again, he flinched, but he stayed silent.
Husband Gets a Beating: Wife Strikes Hard
I delivered a series of firm smacks to his backside, alternating between the right and left cheeks. His skin began to turn a deep shade of red as he started to squirm under the blows.
“Stop moving and fidgeting like that,” I commanded sternly. He tried to steady himself, staying still as I continued. I kept going until his entire bottom was evenly reddened.
The sound of sharp smacks filled the room, accompanied by his soft groans and labored breathing.
Yes, I had a strong hand, and moments like these were when I used it to full effect.
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I paused and let my hand rest on his reddened skin for a moment. “Do you understand why you’re being punished?” I asked sharply.
“Yes,” he murmured, his voice soft and filled with remorse.
“Good,” I said, standing up slowly and sliding him off my lap. Anton landed on the floor, kneeling before me and looking up, his eyes silently pleading for forgiveness.
And, admittedly, I did feel a little sorry for him now.
So, I decided to offer him a small gesture of kindness before sending him off to his task. Even if, technically, he hadn’t earned it.
Handjob in the Living Room: Wife satisfies her Husband with her Hand
“Lie on your back,” I ordered. He obeyed immediately. His body was tense as he lay on the floor and I could see his arousal slowly growing. Despite the punishment he had just received. Or perhaps because of it.
I knelt over him, grabbed his penis and began to grip it tightly.
“You will follow my instructions from now on, do you understand?” I asked and began to massage his member.
“Yes, I will,” he gasped, his eyes tightly closed.
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I tightened my grip and began to work him faster. His breathing quickened and I could feel his penis getting harder and harder and pulsating between my fingers.
But before he reached his climax, I stopped abruptly and left him gasping.
“Not so fast, my love,” I said and leaned over him. I let my tongue glide over his neck as I placed my hands over his head. “You won’t come until I give you permission.”
Anton nodded obediently. His breathing was heavy. I tightened my grip around his penis again and began to massage him further. I brought him to the edge again before I stopped again, this time with an amused smile on my lips.
Wife gives Husband Handjob while lying down
“Please,” Anton finally whispered, after I had brought him close to the peak several times, only to pause again and leave him wanting.
His voice was shaky with longing. Yet, I let him squirm a little longer before finally giving him what he craved.
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I settled back onto his thighs, gripping him firmly, and began to work him with deliberate movements. His body tensed, his hands clenching the carpet as I brought him closer and closer to the edge.
The wet sounds, coupled with my husband’s moans, were music to my ears, driving my hands to move faster and faster.
Until he couldn’t hold back any longer.
He came, loud and intense. His body relaxed immediately, and I saw the mix of relief and exhaustion etched on his face.
Leaning forward, I kissed him gently on the forehead and stood up. “Next time, you’ll do the dishes right away, understood?” I said, adjusting my clothes as I spoke.
Anton nodded, his eyes still closed, murmuring his agreement.
“Now get to work,” I said, gesturing toward the kitchen.
He got up and headed off to his task. Meanwhile, I made myself comfortable on the sofa. All that remained was to see if he did it properly this time.
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