Marriage problems Stories

With my cheek on the cool pillow, I’m staring out the window, thinking about how autumn changes are approaching, when my husband's brawny arm crosses my line of sight and grabs the belt from the nightstand. An unexpected breeze through the open window billows the curtains. A sign, maybe. I wonder if I, too, need a change while Samuel raises my hips and palms my soft cheeks before striping my ass with leather. As my ass co...

“To be honest, yes, he was often naughty as a child. Don’t get me wrong; he was always very sweet. It’s just that he was incorrigible in many ways, just asking for a spanking. Especially after his father left us... “ Johnny’s mother shook her head. “I had to spank him almost every day.” She paused, “Well, until he was sixteen.” She picked up her glass and drained it of the remaining wine. “What happened? Did he start beha...