Domestic Discipline Bootcamp Novels & Stories

It’s always about protecting the sub. In the end, the brat kneeled at my feet and begged for my forgiveness. Since she took her punishment, the subject is now done and over with, her slate is clean. Apparently, though, she must have done something over the top after leaving the facility, because I had gotten an email this morning that she would not be coming back due to her Daddy Dom breaking it off with her. No sweat off my back, we have a waiting list of people in the kink community that are wanting to be properly trained by us.

Pure madness. And yet, it felt so good to imagine. The next morning, I had breakfast with Dad and he repeated the topic. “I don't want you to live off campus or even on campus. America is a free world but you're naive, you've been raised conservative all your life. You need discipline, someone who can guide you.” Discipline my pussy? You mean someone who can guide me to release because I'm already wet just hearing that name? I tried to keep my face serious and my body calm, I couldn't just afford to betray my little secret.

"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.

"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

Lily shook her head many times, “No, no! Of course not! I saw him on the playground all by himself accidentally! He’s crying and I pity him. I saw a message inside his bag saying his name is Duncan and a three-year-old baby boy!” He crossed his arms in front of us. “Still, you shouldn’t have brought him with you.” “His parents dumped him in the.. p-park.” Slowly, Adam massaged his temple before sighing heavily. “What’s your plan, then?” I coughed awkwardly. “That’s what our topic is all about. The possible things could happen about this baby.” “I’ll just order Leon or Maxwell to throw him out of my house.” He said coldly. How could you?

“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.”

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.

“Section six. Discipline and punishment.” She forced herself to focus on the words instead of the images flooding her mind. “If you break a rule—and you will, eventually, everyone does—there are consequences,” he explained. “Not punishment in anger. Structured responses that reinforce the dynamic. That remind you of your place.” The options were listed: corner time, writing lines, physical discipline, orgasm denial extension, service tasks. “Physical discipline,” she said. “What does that mean specifically?”

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.