Domestic Discipline Bootcamp Novels & Stories

“Thank you.” ​ I reached for the papers again once the door came to a close. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I scoffed in disbelief, seeing my full legal name in bold. I knew not a single thing about the asshole, but he knows everything about me, literally. ​ My eyes skipped through the nine-page document, catching phrases that made my blood boil even more with each line. ​ Submissive agrees to obey… ​ Outfits subjected to Dominant’s approval… ​ Disciplinary measures, including but not limited to spanking, orgasm denial, loss of privileges, and other corrective measures as deemed appropriate by the Dominant…

he murmured to himself, as the hot wind carried the scent of mangroves and asphalt. The academy wouldn’t be just another fighting gym. It would be a refuge. A free space for young people between 13 and 21 in at-risk situations. Boxing, jiu-jitsu, and Muay Thai would be on the curriculum, yes. But the real training would be something else: emotional discipline, anger control, emotional intelligence, group therapy, and individual mentoring. Elias had invested almost all the money he had saved from his years in the organization—dirty money that he now wanted to clean through good.

If I got away with just some deep muscle bruising, I would finally take Talia up and join her Krav Maga classes. "Willow, look at me," Dom ordered. His voice was hard and gruff. I turned to look at him, my gaze hard. "You could take a half. Even a quarter. That much isn't going to take you back down that path. We would monitor it for you. No one else."

"I have every reason to overthink after the dream I got yesterday, Danish. Please, don't! Don't ask about it." Danish laughed, "I won't. But please sit down. I’ve been meaning to speak with you about something since I brought you here." Vera had almost walked over to the door. After catching on Danish's words, she returned to her seat and wiggled her eyebrows at him. "What is it?" Danish removed a brochure from the drawer of his desk and gave it to Vera. "Some neighboring packs's Alpha and I had a meeting and we've been planning to organize a training camp for children, mostly four to ten years in age. The camp is going to be about teaching them about the basics of self defense. It's going t

The hand caressing her back suddenly lifted and then came down with a gentle pat. She was being spanked again! The drowsiness lessened a bit, and she bit his shoulder in protest. "Let go!" The man's voice was low, carrying a hint of warning. She shook her head, refusing to let go. Indeed, if he didn't teach her a lesson, she wouldn't know that men could be provoked. This disciplinary session was quite intense! If it weren't for the soundproofing in the room, others might have thought that domestic violence was happening inside.

“Ten push-ups. Go.” By the third, my arms were trembling. By the tenth, I was shaking, every movement a struggle, but she didn’t flinch or offer a word of mercy. “Failure to comply reflects failure in discipline. Stand in the back. And pray you learn.” At the Valenti-Colombo Academy, instructors held full disciplinary authority. Punishment wasn’t just humiliation—it became part of our official assessment. A stain on one’s record meant jeopardizing graduation… or the family’s trust.

“Try me.” Coach stepped closer, lowering his voice. “There’s a camp. Off-campus. Not school-run. Not official. It’s for fighters who think they’re ready for State but aren’t. It’s brutal. You live there, you train there, you bleed there. No breaks. No classes. No outside world. Just fists, weights, and pain until you’re either sharper than steel… or you snap.” Collins’s pulse thudded in his ears. “How long?” “Two weeks.”

He stayed inside me, grinding slow, kissing my neck possessively. “This is just the beginning, babygirl. You’re grounded. No more sneaking out. Every night from now on, you’ll be right here getting disciplined and fucked by Daddy until you learn.” I nodded weakly, cum-drunk and addicted already, his heavy body pinning me down. The rebellion was over. Midnight discipline had just begun.

“B…but what if my phone battery goes dead during the day?” “It is your responsibility to make sure your phone is always charged, okay?” “Yes, I understand. But what if.. what if I forget and I don't have a good reason to provide you with?” “This is where discipline is brought into play, if you fail your duties or breach a rule, you get disciplined.” I said in a serious tone. He already knows about this aspect of the lifestyle, so it is no surprise for him. But he still lowered his eyes to the table. “This is part of the bdsm lifestyle, Jasper. You will make mistakes, and I will teach you discipline. This is not for my pleasure, instead, it aims at correcting your behavior so that you become

"Certainly Dominique, and thank you all for coming. In short, I believe it is possible, and potentially profitable to set up a more overt and strictly above board training facility." "Above board, you mean legally speaking?" Doctor Jenkins asked. "Yes. Strictly legal." Devon said. "Are you out of your mind Devon?" Dominique asked predictably. "They'll know in a few minutes." Devon said waving at the shrinks, and then he began. First on the agenda, how he researched the information. Then how he determined the numbers of people who dabbled in the lifestyle, then the benefits of the program he outlined.