Domestic Discipline Fiction Novels & Stories

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit erotic content, including dubcon/non-consensual elements (spanking, dominance/submission, coercion into sexual acts), group sex (FFM), BDSM (humiliation, punishment, toys), power imbalance, and degradation. Reader discretion advised – possible triggers for rough handling and emotional manipulation. CHAPTER ONE This is for Riley , Julian reminded himself, You’re doing this to help Riley.

“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.

"It's big and looks extra comfy. Perfect for forcing erring little bitches who don't know their place into submission." By the moon! Daciana's face heated up with a blush as she snarled. "You pervert! I wouldn't be caught dead having anything sexual to do with you three." Axel scoffed, folding his arms in front of his chest and leaning disturbingly close to her ears. "Oh, but you're our mate, aren't you? And it will be your duty as our mate to... Service us in bed. I'm curious to see if an Omega will have any moves different from a normal wolf."

Not a question. “Yes.” His gaze sharpened slightly. “What do you know?” “That there are dynamics,” I answered carefully. “Rules. Consent. Boundaries.” I said, visibly leveling my shoulders to feign courage. “Good.” Something approving settled into his voice and that approval woke something deep in me. “But media has ruined the perception of it,” he continued. “People confuse abuse with dominance. They confuse recklessness with submission.” I stayed quiet because suddenly this felt serious. It was not the usual flirting or slow burn office tension, it was something deeper… darker!

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

She’d never… but the idea of him deciding it, of the die commanding it… “Yes. Acceptable as a future category.” “Category Five. Discipline.” His gaze sharpened. “Impact play. Spanking, flogging, paddling. For sensation, for correction within the game’s narrative, or simply because the roll demands it. Not for punishment in the emotional sense. For the experience of endurance and release.” Millie’s pulse throbbed in her throat. She’d never been spanked, not even as a child. The idea of his large hand connecting with her bare flesh, of stinging pain melting into warmth… “Limits?”

I could feel his gaze like a physical touch; lingering on my breasts and hips. “Look at these pretty tits, already hard for me like a desperate whore.” Damien stopped behind me. His warm breath against my neck. “Legs apart,” he commanded. I obeyed and a single finger ran down my spine making me shiver. He cupped my ass and squeezed it firmly, then moved to stand in front of me. He lifted my left breast in his large palm and flicked it with his thumb until I bit my lips to stay quiet. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “But you hesitated and that earned a punishment.”

Go home to your wives, I have no use for you here. The pain and disappointment in her quiet voice cut them deeply, they knew they had been wrong, that her private life was no concern of theirs and she was right, they had seen Ricardo openly using other women. He had even taken the guards to the BDSM club before they had married and they had not thought badly of him when they discovered that he kept not one, but two Subs here who gladly did whatever he wanted them to. They had been sat in his private lounge while the two women, both naked and wearing his collars, had pleasured him. They had not given it a second thought because he had provided women who had willingly pleasured them at the sam

Moreover, if his trauma resurfaced, he could transform into a completely different person from his usual self. Initially, everything was fine until Glara went to Japan for work. It was then that Gama experienced abuse from his father, Damian. Damian would scold Gama every time the child whined to see Glara. Not only that, Damian would often lock Gama in the bathroom, and at worst, he once didn't feed Gama for an entire day. Damian also frequently yelled at Gama whenever he invited Damian to draw together. In the past, they used to paint together often, but since Glara's departure to Japan, Damian had truly become a terrifying monster for Gama.

I dared to move forward, raising my chin and taking my lower lip into my mouth. His jaw clenched, and he swallowed for the second time. I fought the grin that threatened to play across my face and closed the space between us. My nipples, hard and aching, pressed against his wet, tailored suit, and I shuddered. “Why don't you want me doing things like this? Do you not like it?” He tore his gaze from mine and straightened. “It's wrong.” “Because I'm young?” “Because you are my best friend's daughter.”