Novel & Cerita Christian Domestic Discipline Books

Absorbing each and every word the man in front of her spat in vein. "Merrigold Jones, what did I teach you? Do not tell me it was all in vein!" He said disappointed. Tears streaming with a shaky voice she began to speak. "1 Corinthians 7:2, But-but b-because of the temptation to s-sexual immorality, each man should have his own wife and each woman her own husband." "Is that all you remember since you clearly derailed off everything I taught you? I'm disappointed, utterly disgusted by your behavior to seduce my son."

Doing what she was told to, she was helping the new slave perfect technique at the earliest stations, laying the groundwork for the more advanced techniques. Devon's attention was brought back to Dominique when he heard her voice commanding R to fuck her, and do it right or else. Devon smiled as he imagined Dominique beating R for triggering his orgasm too early, R would probably not survive the beating. Dominique had once beaten a slave nearly to death for denying her orgasm. That slave had spent weeks being nursed back to health, and afterwards was more dedicated in pleasuring his master. Devon returned his attention to the files, he had a couple updates to make, and he started on them. Ca

Christian’s head almost snaps off in the way he turns to her with horrifying speed. “WHAT? Oh, my God … I would die! Pretty sure that borders on domestic abuse of some sort.” Christian exclaims loudly, his face aghast and laughs when we both Shh him with little slaps on his chest. Trying to muffle him down and both glancing back quickly and very obviously at the men walking behind. We’re both physically abusing Christian, there’s no doubt in my mind that they probably know we are talking about them.

Christian asks her again, his face full of rage and concern. "he was hurting me, Christian, he was abusing me. if I didn't do what he said he'd hurt me, Punch or slap me, he even strangled me once. He was also cheating on me and the pain was torture...he slept with a she-wolf one night and made me watch...the night I left I had finally had enough and I shouted at him, he beat me really bad and I run and didn't stop until I got back here." Christian is instantly furious, his anger is literally pouring off his body as he turns to face that bastard of a Beta.

He gestured at her with one callused hand, and she let the book fall open in her hands. Looking down, she read, Wives, submit yourselves to your husbands as you do to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything. She flipped the page forward, and read on, from the verses upon verses stacked across the page. ‘‘This is unlike any catechism I have ever read,’’ she affirmed stonily, and did not hide the menace which had crept into her voice.

Besides, she was almost done with the atonement child when I walked in earlier. Her current book was titled, a vessel of honor. Written by a renowned christian writer, Rebecca Brown. A devoted christian who was willing to go through hell for the kingdom's sake. Her story had never ceased to amaze me, as not everyone who calls himself a christian is willing to go through that much for the kingdom. Most prefer pleasure to actually doing the things of the kingdom and it's really saddening.

They never spanked me, degraded my worth, or forced their dick down my throat, but none of them ever consumed every part of my soul either. Christian wasn't violent or abusive he was controlling and had a dirty mind. He liked spanking me but it was the control he needed, not the pain. For me it wasn't about the pain either it was about the trust. It was about me giving myself completely over to another knowing we would both explode in nothing but ecstasy. It was about being everything that he needed in that moment, it was about being enough. His hands were roaming all over my body then he pinched my nipple making me jump. "You like being at my mercy?"

I could feel his presence at my back—tall, warm, the faint rustle of his cassock as he moved closer. I kept reading, line after line about denying the body, about offering suffering to God, about the dangers of self-indulgence. My voice shook on the parts about “touching oneself in secret” and “fantasies that defile the soul.” By the time I reached the end of the first page I was breathing faster, nipples tight against my dress, the ache between my legs worse than it had been all day. Father Chris stepped around the table so I could see him. He leaned down, one hand resting on the open book, the other hanging loose at his side. His eyes locked on mine.

, Christain grunted as he had his wicked ways with her. Her brothers screams filled the room as the girls cries and pleas harmonized with their screams, Christain was hitting his peak. In and out he slammed into her, mercilessly enjoying the pains that unconsenting sex brought the girl. "Christain just kill her please!", Dominic screamed as he tried and failed to free himself from his confinement. After long minutes he shot his load into the girl and stood up from the destroyed girl, panting and smiling with satisfaction going through his body. "Here's the game plan boys", he demanded their attention.

"She may have been doing that for a while, but when you think about it, is there really something 'good' about her? The way I see it, she lacks much sexual appeal. I'm sure she only caught the eyes of a guy who would go for just about any girl. If she wants to do this, she needs to do it right, and show herself for all guys to see. Wouldn't you agree?" The way she said that upset Christian even more. How dare she make that sort of suggestion so lightly? To think any girl would actually want to do that sort of thing, and be a loose bitch just for the heck of it. The thought of it made him think back to his early childhood, when his mother was subjugated to that action. How painful it was for