Domestic Discipline Novels & Stories

"Natural law is absolute! The rules state clearly that a mate belongs to the Alpha until the rejection is legally finalized by the full Council at the end of the cooling-off month. If we break the law just for her, we set a dangerous precedent for every wolf in this territory." "She is severely sick!" Elder Thomas interrupted, slamming his hand flat on the glass table. "She is suffering from an illness, and she is being forced into heavy manual labor. We cannot ignore the blatant physical abuse happening under our own roof." Chandler laughed coldly from the head of the table, leaning back in his chair. "Discipline is not abuse, Thomas. She broke pack rules and was punished accordingly. That

"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.

Cindy nodded as if the conversation was a casual chat about the weather. "So what does that entail exactly?" Cara wondered, her curiosity getting the best of her and in the process entertaining her debtor who currently spied on her. "Well it varies but generally," Cindy began while moving her hands about, "it all depends on the severity of the matter. Some punishments can be overtly sexual, while some are minor and not as bad." Cara's eyes widened, her mouth forming a small ring-like shape. "But for your sake," Cindy quickly jumped, "I think we'll stick with the light stuff such as some Doms can make the sub give them a massage while the sub is naked. Or they can be given simple tasks that t

I set my phone back down and walk over to stand right in front of her, “Why are you even in the relationship that you're in if you're not going to listen to anything your Daddy Dom says. I understand you're a brat, but you're acting more like a bitch.” She huffs, “Well, my Daddy loves me the way I am!” “You apparently didn't get the memo about you being sent here to learn discipline.” I drawl. When she opens her mouth to speak, I hold my hand up, “I don't want to hear another word come out of your mouth. You are to remain silent until our session is up.” She rolls her eyes at me, so I reach out to help her stand and then walk her over to the spanking bench. Bending her over, I order her to s

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.”

“There are rules to being a dominant, you will always do as I say, you will never say no to whatever I say during this three days or there will be purnishment. “ Purnishment? I asked. “ Yes, purnishments like flogging, cane or not even making you come when you are at your climax and you dare not try to masturbate except I tell you to. If you try it, you might be starve for doing that” “ What? She open her eyes wide? Are telling me all of this to discourage me? I asked.

It was a predatory lock, his dark eyes boring into mine, stripping me naked in front of a hundred people. He didn't smile. He didn't wink. He just stared, his gaze dropping momentarily to my chest before snapping back to my eyes. "Consider the concept of discipline," Xander said, his voice dropping an octave, becoming a low, vibrating hum that seemed to resonate right in my pelvis. "In many of these texts, discipline isn't merely about punishment. It is a tool for refinement. It is the process of breaking a willful spirit until it learns the pleasure of submission."

“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

“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?”

I look up at him with confusion. "I'm going to tell you the house rules, they include my rules plus things everyone in the house have to comply to" House Rules: *Be polite. *Taking turns on dishes and cooking. *We are a family, we sit at the table until the meal is over. *Keep your space clean. *Clean any mess you make. *No kink shaming, we respect everyone. *Subs discipline measures are only taken by their dom, in case of any misbehaving talk to the dom.