Domestic Discipline Bootcamp Novels & Stories

"I'll clean the gym. I'll work the front desk. I'll scrub the showers. Anything." A slow, predatory smile touched Rex's lips. "You're a scrawny kid, Kyle. You'd break cleaning a squat rack. I have a different kind of work in mind. A different kind of payment plan." He stood up and walked around the desk. He was even more intimidating up close. "You have potential. But you are weak. Mentally. You lack discipline. I can train that out of you. But it requires a... hands-on approach." He stopped in front of Kyle. "You will continue to train here for free. In return, you will report to me after hours for private sessions. You will learn absolute obedience. You will learn to please me. You will le

The camp counselor stepped out of the driver's side and launched a savage spinning kick at my left knee, aiming to unsettle my balance, bounce me off the jeep and result with me going to the ground - most likely on my knees. Her motivation was my unwarranted, asinine stunt being something 'one of the girls' wouldn't do. Give me a blistering reprimand? Oh no, not in this woman's army. They went straight to the 'you are going to regret that' disciplinary stage. An A****n-A****n wouldn't have been treated this way, but then an A-A wouldn't have acted like a cretin either. She attacked. Flash back four days and me being on enforced sick leave from my internship. I diluted my frustration, depress

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

“What do you think this is? Military bootcamp?” He folded his arms across his chest, and I got to witness his biceps thicken with every move. “Your father asked me to instill discipline in you. You’re a brat, little girl. I know exactly what works for sissies like you.” The thickness of his voice and the intensity of his stare made my knees wobble. I barked a laugh that came out shakier than I wanted. “You’re actually serious with this shit?” His voice dropped an octave. “That’s ten strokes.”

That room has got to move. We’re also heading back to The Sanctuary. That’s where Charlie and Zak first explored BDSM and where all three of us trained. We want to take some advanced Master classes—learn how to live in Dom space day-to-day, not just in the bedroom. It’s something Kayla craves, and we want to be able to meet her needs. Plus, it’s been a long time since we trained a new submissive. We know what we’re doing, but good Doms know when to learn more. And we’re not too proud for that.

Kinks: bdsm, female dom, male sub, powerplay, rough sex The office door clicks shut behind him, sealing us in my private therapy room. Dim lights cast shadows over the leather couch and the sturdy restraint bench in the corner. He's my patient, that eager 28-year-old with wide eyes and a body begging for control. I stand tall in my black leather corset and thigh-high boots, my curves hugged tight, feeling the power surge through me, expert in breaking men like him. He sits on the edge of the couch, fidgeting, his shirt already unbuttoned from our 'session talk' about his submission cravings.

Day five was punishment day. Dominic woke Alex at 5 AM instead of 6 AM. "You've been imperfect this week," he said, though his tone wasn't angry. "Small infractions....sounds when you should be silent, hesitation in obedience, requests for mercy when you should endure silently. Today we address those imperfections through discipline." He led her to the dungeon and secured her to the St. Andrew's cross again. "You'll receive fifty lashes with the flogger. You'll count each one. You'll thank me after each one. If you fail to count or thank me, we start over. Understood?"

At least he wouldn’t stop trying. I wandered for a bit with no real direction. I hadn’t left the territory since Dad wanted to meet with me in private, and now I had the rest of the day free pretty much. I could have gone back to my office in my house, but the thought of sitting in front of my laptop all day was not appealing, not when it was still warm outside since it was only early fall. And not when I had this extra energy I hadn’t felt in a while. Instead, I meandered over to where Reid and Sebastian led the warrior boot camp training. This was a program for any wolves who were vying for a spot in our top squad. We hosted it every fall and usually announced the results around the holida

I pull up outside the building that now belongs to Gabriel and Dominic ushers me inside. “I have a strapon harness that is adjustable and should fit your wife, a staples strapon, she can experiment with and a few sizes and styles of dildos, matching butt plugs and a flogger and paddle for when you finally tell her spanking you gets you off,” Dominic says. “I never told you about the spanking!” I hiss. “I know but at the grand opening, I saw who you interacted with and how you reacted to certain things. I am wonderful at what I do,” Dominic says. “If you know I met Rhett, did you also learn how he reacted to seeing Gabriel and I together?”

“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 Caroline and Jade nodded.