Domestic Discipline Novels & Stories

“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…

“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.

"You can say no." I shake my head, but say nothing more. They know, we all know, discipline is part of this thing we have, this wonderful, sensual, satisfying thing we do. The caning is a part of it, as crucial as the fucking was. We need to do it. I need them to do it, to maintain the balance and set me free. I manage a small, rather shaky smile. "The basement? Your dungeon?" Mark smiles at me. "No, we decided to stay here. Doms’ discretion."

he said quietly, “I can take care of myself. You don’t need to…” “Don’t you dare,” I snapped, and he flinched. “You may have strength, Liam, but strength without discipline is a foolish. Do not test me ever again in your life. There are lots women out there and you decided to stick you dick in that old woman! Sometimes I wonder what's wrong with you." "You had better fix that brain of yours and get back to business. We don't have time and Dominic is certainly not going to just wait for you."

Dominic didn't say anything else. He rinsed off her hand, then ushered her out of the kitchen and muttered, "Looks like the Flemings need a new rule from now on. Women aren't allowed in the kitchen..." Autumn heard him and burst out laughing. "You're still laughing?" Dominic snorted. "Tomorrow, I'm putting up a sign. The kitchen is my territory. Anyone who comes in gets their ass spanked, got it?" With that, he gave her a symbolic light spank.

Allesio Conti said. Hudson snorted but didn’t say a word. Dominic wasn’t afraid, not of the Chinese and not of the Albanians. He’d stopped fearing his own father when he was fifteen and that fear had turned into disgust. Dominic’s fear had been beaten out of him a long time ago. His father, Conrad, had a heavy hand, a quick temper and he had been a firm believer in physical discipline, especially with Dominic. Conrad had used every opportunity as a lesson and Dominic hadn’t always been the perfect student.

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?”

"Why wouldn't you let me take the rest of Rhonda's spanking." "I thought you were becoming too enamored with the idea of submission. I thought you should know it's not all sex. In fact, we might not even be normal as it pertains to submissives. Some Dominants require much more of their submissives, including disgusting things like eating shit or drinking piss or being pissed on, choking their submissives, scarring, canings or much worse whippings. We practice a mild form of it. I also thought you should know the consequences for not letting your sister cum. You looked at it like a game and thought it would be easy for her. It's not. It's painful and you should know that." "Would you show me

Behavioral Expectations: Any disobedience, neglect of rules or failure to comply shall result in discipline as deemed appropriate by the Dominant. 3. Physical Contact Outside Sessions: Limited or permitted only by the Dominant's initiation. 4. Rewards & Punishments: Good behavior will be rewarded in forms chosen by the Dominant. Punishments will be consensual, safe and within boundaries. SECTION V: ADDITIONAL NOTES The Submissive is forbidden from investigating or tracking the Dominant’s background. AT ALL COST. The Dominant may assign tasks or punishments at any time. No romantic or public-facing relationship is assumed unless stated in a future meeting.

“Answer me Alpha Silas!” He stood still, too fear stricken to articulate his words. “I– I didn't really do any–” “What kind of family leaves a child out in the cold winter air, without warmers just because she broke a glassware?” “It– it was all for discipline. Yes, discipline.” “What sort of disciplinary measure entails beating and starving a child because she dared touch her sister's favourite clothes?” Whispers rippled throughout the air, all eyes now on the asinine trio. Alpha Silas frightfully looked around, noting accusing fingers pointing at him.