Domestic Discipline Bootcamp Novels & Stories

One of the dom have to adopt me, I'll belong to them, in case of misbehaving that dom would be the one in charge of punishing me with a thirty minute after care, he will also be in charge of my wellbeing, coming to work at time, taking a nap, eating healthy food, and just being healthy and happy. For the training part, I have to spend two hours a day with one of the trainers, my working hours also got one hour longer, I have to come a bit earlier now, and leave a bit late but it's nothing crazy. I was okay with everything so far until I came across a new dress code, it's not the skirt, dresses, shorts, overalls, along with decent shirts, and no heels. Now my dress code says I'll be dressed a

“Isn’t that bondage, and sadomasochism?” “Indeed, yes it is my petite. Your daddy figured that if the two of you are going to continue to live together as illegitimate spouses that the least you can do is learn who the Master is in this situation before he knocks you up, too. After all, he already lost one wife to complacency. So he isn’t going to loose another the same way. And that’s where I come in.” “Oh?” “You’ve heard of discipline training schools for dogs, haven’t you?”

“I don’t like telling parents how to raise their children but I also heavily discourage parents from engaging in physical punishment on their pups as raw emotions is when abuse tends to occur. It’s rare but the youngest I’ll supervise a spanking by the pup’s parent is eight and it’s only as a last resort. I often refer parents who want me to do the spanking to Julie for several months before I will agree to spank any pup under twelve. Thirteen and above is usually when I step in and take over discipline. The higher ranks usually start warrior training around that age, sometimes even before that. Occasionally, I have run into issues with new trainees engaging in fighting and they are swiftly

My eyes burned with unshed tears. Dominic sat in his chair the entire time, watching. One ankle resting on his knee. Silent. Patient. Cruel. When I bucked once—once—he lifted a finger, and the man stepped forward with a paddle. A single hit across the inside of my thigh made me scream. “Lesson one,” Dominic murmured. “Control.” By the time they left, I was marked again. Spanked, used, raw, trembling. And my climax? Still denied.

“Oh... and no, the training grounds are on the other side of the Pack House.” “Well, I got trained by your dad… so … I can defend myself. Maybe …. Maybe if I could stay, I could try out to join the team?” I ask hesitantly… He smiles and arches his brows. “We have very high standards Timika, our warriors go through an intense eight-week boot camp each new year, where we shuffle out the best. We have our top team, and the B team… which are our second line of warriors. We even have a C team, which are usually our beginners. So, they all work their asses off to keep their place on the team or work harder to earn a spot on the higher ranked team. But…If you wanted to, we could start you out, and

“What do you intend on doing?" He arched a brow a little. “This isn’t lesson one where you get to ask questions, Kayla. This is lesson three. Sit. Now.” she obeyed, lowering herself onto the chair. Adrian stepped forward, securing the straps onto her wrists and feet. “I want you to listen,” Adrian said, his voice a low growl. “Every move I make, every word I say, is meant to teach you DISCIPLINE. Fail me, and I’ll make you regret it.”

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.

“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

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