Domestic Discipline Bootcamp Novels & Stories

"Boot says your balance is improving daily. Take my hand and I won't let you fall." She places her fingers in mine and Beast jumps. It's an odd reaction when we touch, and I've spoken to Axel about it. He thinks Marinah challenges Beast for some reason, which is stranger still. Boot gives me daily updates on Marinah's progress and he's impressed. He actually thinks she could defend herself if needed and he's confident she'll at least fight back and not wait to be slaughtered. They've moved onto working on kickboxing and endurance. He thinks she should begin training with weapons, but I have my doubts. Picturing Marinah with a sharp object in her hands when she falls is not a pretty thought.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen. My daughter said she stole it, I reacted. I promise I’ll do better!” Minister Shay laughed low and cold. “When I built this orphanage, it was to protect these children. Discipline them lightly, not brainwash them into thinking bleeding from whips is normal.” She sat heavily in a chair, furious. My gaze sharpened. Just as planned. (EARLIER,) “Go on,” I said calmly, stretching my hands forward. My eyes flicked to Dominic. 'The Room.' He understood immediately and slipped away. “But first,” I added sweetly, “I need to use the bathroom.”

"But I don't reward manipulation. I reward discipline. Since you've decided to treat my course like a playground, I think it's time we implemented some strict rules for your... tutoring." "Rules?" I breathed, my pussy pulsing, leaking a thick trail of arousal down my thighs. "Yes. Rules," he said, his grip tightening slightly. "From this moment on, you are not a student in this office. You are a subordinate. You will speak when spoken to. You will do exactly as you are told. And every time you fail to meet my standards, there will be a physical consequence. Do you understand?" The dominance in his tone was intoxicating. I felt my knees go weak.

I made it home and went straight to my room, my parents were both human, my dad died when I was ten in a car accident and my mother is a retailer, she was the Dom of their relationship, and seeing her only daughter a sub is a big disappointment for her. In a month time, I'll be tested, then they'll choose what kind of institutions to send me to, they are all Dom/Sub school like an institution, I'll still learn math, English, and this academic stuff but add to that I'll take subs classes, and I'll have an appointed dom. The doms chose who they want, anyone that's left gets appointed a substitute Dom till the next batch of sub and doms arrives. You can reject a Dom well if you are brave enough

I took his number and tried to ignore it for a few weeks until I gave in and went to see him. So now every week I go to see this man who digs into my thoughts and usually insults me but I keep going because he introduced me to bdsm. I did two months of training with the man who owns the club, Marcus Carlisle. He wasn't very easy on me, he made me try all sorts of things that I want to do to submissives. I let him deepthroat me, I let him whip me, I even let him put a sound into my dick. I drew the line at fucking me, I used a safeword when he tried to do that. He gave me a lot of rules and a lot of warnings and if I don't follow those I get kicked out. Which seems fair enough for me.

I can’t afford to have my mind filled with thoughts about Keegan and his upcoming wedding with the woman he replaced me with. So, what I do instead is run numerous drills with the training camp recruits after attending to administrative matters in the sanctuary. I haggle with suppliers for the clinic, draft flyers for the various new activities, and finalise the courses we’ll be starting in a few days. Courses such as counselling, a self-defence course, and an art class. All of which will be taught by warriors and other educated guests. Slowly, we believe that we will achieve our goal – to empower women and make them independent.

There’s a hint of disbelief and annoyance on it. “It’s just for three days until someone looks for him and–” “No. My decision is final. Leon will be the one who will handle that child. I don’t want unfamiliar people inside my territory.” He said coldly. I rolled my eyes automatically, “C’mon! I won’t let him near you if you don’t like him! Duncan wouldn’t be a hindrance!” “No.” He said with finality. Duncan looks scared. People who might handle him in the future could be the nuns directly or the police. I don’t think he would stop crying if no one knew how to hush him.

“Will remain in the nursery here. You’ll have access during daytime hours only, and supervisors will accompany you.” My throat tightened. “You’re separating me from my son?” “I’m establishing boundaries that allow us to coexist without my strangling you in your sleep. House arrest doesn’t mean domestic bliss, Kelsey.” Nick cleared his throat from the doorway. “I’ve hired the supervisors as you ordered, Alpha. They will be here soon. They’ll be keeping notes of everything she does in the house and if she tries to step out of line, they’ll make sure she doesn’t.” Dominic nodded once. “Good. I’m heading out to patrol borders. I expect everything in order when I return.”

“Your father gave him an ultimatum the previous time, but since he acted like a dick within the span of a month, he will now be sent to New York, on a disciplinary camp made especially for delinquent wolves.” I’d heard of this camp when I had been a rebellious boy in my early teens. My mom used to scare me with stories from that camp so I would stop misbehaving. As I grew older, I had gotten a lot better with my temper and had forgotten all about that camp until today. “It’s a real thing? That camp?” I asked suspiciously, to which both Sarah and Alex nodded.

What could have happened in this family? Dominic showed me to my room. it was comfy and well furnished. “I have had my personal groomers fill in the closet with your style of clothing. “Turtle necks and fitted jeans with boots.” “That is thoughtful of you, thank you,” I said. He made no reply as he glared at me. “Follow me to the training room,” he said firmly. “Why?” I asked. “To properly coach you on how to fight and control your newfound strength.” He answered with a small smile.