Novel & Cerita Domestic Discipline Fanfiction

“It felt dirty… but nice… I couldn’t stop.” “You don’t have to stop. We can play that game forever, Laine. You can be my dirty little girl forever.” “Forever…” Dainty fingers reach out and stroke my hand on the gearstick. “Daddy’s going to make you his, Laine. Daddy’s going to fuck you, and love you, and punish you when you’re bad. Daddy will take care of you, sweetheart. I’ll make it feel so nice when you’re good, and make it hurt so bad when you’re not. That’s what you need, Laine. Love and discipline.

I looked like a girl who had been thoroughly fucked by her stepfather for days. Guilt tried one more time to surface, whispering that this was going to explode in our faces. Mom would be home in less than two weeks. Ethan wasn’t giving up. And every time Dominic touched me, I fell a little deeper. I drank the water and headed back upstairs. Dominic was awake when I returned, sitting up against the headboard, watching me. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked. I crawled back into bed and straddled his lap without answering. He hardened instantly beneath me.

"Do not keep me waiting." The front door clicked shut. Silence settled over the penthouse. Well, manufacturing a great-grandchild presented a much larger challenge than cross-breeding a new disease-resistant strawberry variety. Our prenuptial agreement contained a non-negotiable clause. No kids. Dominic enforced that rule with absolute discipline. We spent the past week tearing the sheets off his mattress. He pushed my body through wave after wave of intense orgasms. Yet, no matter how wild the sex got, no matter how rock-hard his cock pressed against my wet entrance, he never skipped a step.

ETHAN Six weeks after winning the Stanley Cup, I’m standing barefoot in my kitchen at eleven-thirty in the morning, weighing grilled chicken on a digital scale. There are people who assume discipline is loud, that it announces itself in brutality, in deprivation, in the kind of punishing commitment that looks impressive from the outside. But most of the time it’s quieter than that, smaller than that, less dramatic and therefore harder to admire.

“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…

Once he seemed to have made his point, he pulled away to my disdain but ensured to keep his lips rested upon mine, his eyes now also seeming to hold desire as he looked down at me and from the look in my eyes annoyed that he’d indeed broke us from the moment, a wink sent my way. “You may have once had the opportunity to enter entrances only my eyes and body should know, but now my beautiful, sexy and innocently sweet mate is within my arms and one day soon, will bare my mark, her memories of the fruitless, restrictive nights you may have shared will be washed from her memory. Any remanence of you or any other person, inside and out of her delicious body will soon be disposed of and replaced

“She—she wanted it, man. She was dancing like she—” Dom’s other hand came up and grabbed Lincoln by the jaw, fingers digging in hard. He slammed Lincoln’s head back against the car again, harder this time. The thud made me flinch. Blood started dripping from Lincoln’s nose, dark and fast. “Do not lie to me,” Dom said. His voice didn’t rise. It stayed low and even, but there was something in it that made the hair on my arms stand up. “She said no. And you still tried to take what she didn’t want to give. That makes you a coward. And if you ever come near her again — if I ever see you look at her, speak to her, or even think about touching her — I will find you. I will break your hands so you

She started sweating slightly by his weird talking and looked at him nervously. " Do you love me, Angel?" He asked pecking her lips slightly.  Orni hummed having no other choices and her lips quivered by his continuous nibbling on her lips. Unexpected moans left her mouth and he smirked seeing her reactions. Taking a wooden discipline paddle he went behind her with predatory moves.  He started rubbing that paddle over her smooth buttocks and Orni was confused by his behaviour. " What do you know about a dom and a sub, little girl? He questioned striking one of her buttcheeks really hard.

ANTALYA'S POV Dawn broke through the curtains, casting long shadows across my bedroom floor. I hadn't slept a minute, my mind racing with thoughts of captivity and forced mating. The walls of my childhood bedroom now felt like prison bars closing in around me. I pressed my ear against the door, listening to my parents' hushed voices drifting up from downstairs. "She has to understand," Mom whispered, her voice strained. "There's no other way." "Maybe we should tell her everything," Dad replied, his tone defeated. "About what Dominic threatened—"

The chat flooded within seconds. Names. Tips. Praise. Old subs resurfacing. New ones gasping. But Domica didn’t look at the screen. Her focus was on him. She circled once, slow, dragging her gloved finger along his spine until he shivered. Then came the clamps. She clipped them to his nipples with cold, ritualistic care. Not cruel—but not kind, either. She twisted one, and he moaned around the gag. “You remember how this works, pet,” she purred. “Pleasure is earned. But pain is your privilege.”