Domestic Discipline Bootcamp Novels & Stories

He'd gone back again and again, finally applying for his own membership, and begun training to be a Dom. Yes, training. Something people outside the lifestyle didn't know about. It took skill and knowledge to dominate, to make bondage a pleasure for one's sub, to inflict just the right amount of pain in the correct places. He learned about safe words and aftercare, and all the things that made subs trust their Doms. He'd become skilled with the Florentine flogger and the many ways a sub could be bound to give both of them pleasure. The club had become his lifeline when he was between missions that sucked the soul out of him.

He seized all my gadgets including phones and systems. This wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t expelled from school. I wonder why my Head of the department has to report our case to the Senate. It was just a damn naked party with a little touch of BDSM (Bondage, Discipline\ Domination, Sadism\ Submission & Masochism). We were all matured attending the party. No one was forced so I see no crime in that party. They just wanted fucking us up, that was why we were expelled from the university.

“Good girl. Now, I want you to lay exactly where you are while I get ready to punish you for what you did earlier. If you move even one inch from where I leave you then your punishment will be doubled. Do you understand?” “Yes sir.” Her words might have been those of compliance but the way she smirked at me told a completely different story. Maybe I should have let her know that I was onto her but I decided not to, if she wanted to play these games then she would soon learn that I could play back just as hard. I got up from the bed and went over to examine the selection of items that Dominic had picked out. In his hands, he had a riding crop and a length of thick rope. There was also a butt

I chuckle. “Shut up, Willow, they’re still talking,” she pokes at me. “This building will be your home for the next two years.” Nick picks up where he left off. “Here you will sleep, eat, and train. All of your classes will be held at Sandy Hills College, though. During boot camp, you will share a room with your cohort. After that, if you choose to stay, you’ll only have one roommate. And then, after your two years, you can apply to be a full-time warrior and have your own room.”

Day one started with training. Dominic lined everyone up in the factory and made them run drills. How to clear a room. How to cover each other. How to reload fast under pressure. Maya watched from the side at first. She'd never fired a gun before this whole mess started. Now she was supposed to help take down a motorcycle club president. "Get over here," Dominic called to her. "You're not going to just sit and watch." "I don't know what I'm suppose to do," Maya said.

“You’re going to stay here. And there will be no bed. There will be no comfort of any kind like you got last time. I won’t let Glory do that.” Zee’s dread was heightened by his daunting pronouncement. “Please forgive me. I’m really sorry.” “You will be here for two days. Do not attempt making Glory give you any comfort. If I find out, he will be in trouble. After your time here, you will take self-defense classes and I will teach you how to handle a firearm as well as any sort of knife or dagger, so you’re not helpless anymore, understood?” “Yes, Sir.” “Before I leave for work, I am going to spank you senseless, so you can feel the pain I felt at the thought of losing you like that to that g

“Get this garbage out of my club. Permanent ban. Tell Ambrose and the others what he did.” I crouched, grabbed Calton by the hair, and got in his face. “You are never stepping foot in another club again.” One last kick for good measure. When I turned, Juliet was curled into herself, arms wrapped around her knees. Atlas was murmuring something, rubbing her back. Reed stood nearby, looking ready to commit murder. We are Doms. Everything we do is consensual. Mutual pleasure. Power exchange. Never force. Never violence outside negotiated scenes. I knelt beside her.

Great I think to myself just another thing to add to the list of things I need to learn. We come to a stop at a door but there is no handle, Adrian tells me to put my palm flat on the door. I do what he asks and I hear a click and the door swings open, “Holly shit” Adrian just looks down at me smiling and shaking his head at the same time. We enter the room and it’s fucking huge a bed sits in the middle, a bathroom and wardrobe, a sitting area and a study area all set out nicely. “This is where you will be staying until Dominic comes back it’s safest in here and even though you’re my sister you can’t stay with me in my quarters.” “Here is a list of places you need to be and the time, ill be

*Subs discipline measures are only taken by their dom, in case of any misbehaving talk to the dom. *The main door is locked at 11pm every weekday and 1 am on weekends. *In case of any argument, the captain is referred to as the judge. *Fighting isn't allowed in the house. *BE CAREFUL, THE COACH DOES SUDDEN CHECK -UPS. I couldn't help but giggle at the last rule, they really act like a family. I don't appreciate the one about me and discipline thank you very much. Dante smiled back, his hand went up to my cheek caressing it like I'm the most precious thing ever.

The little is allowed to tag along with the dominant classes whenever needed. The final part of the contract was the discipline part, it stated that misbehaving, defying orders, back-talking, and not obeying daddy would result in discipline. The discipline would vary depending on the crime, it could be a simple time out, earlier bedtime, privileges taken away, grounding, writing lines, mouth getting washed, and finally a spanking to the bum with the hand, nothing else would be used or implied to the bum. "Okay," I say finishing reading everything, it's not the worse out there.