Domestic Discipline Novels & Stories

I knew what she was talking about by the way her cheeks flamed and she ducked her head just a little. "I am both. To me, a Dom isn't much different from a husband. As both it will be my responsibility to cherish, love and protect you. It's also my responsibility to discipline you, watch over you, and keep your little ass in line when you get out of hand." She played with my shirt and bit into her lip, so I knew there was something on her mind. "Does it bother you that our relationship will be so different from the others?" "No, I don't think so. I like the way you take care of me, it makes me feel...special."

The little is allowed to tag along with the dominant classes whenever needed. The final part of the contract was the discipline part, it stated that misbehaving, defying orders, back-talking, and not obeying daddy would result in discipline. The discipline would vary depending on the crime, it could be a simple time out, earlier bedtime, privileges taken away, grounding, writing lines, mouth getting washed, and finally a spanking to the bum with the hand, nothing else would be used or implied to the bum. "Okay," I say finishing reading everything, it's not the worse out there.

“You wouldn’t put me down! You’ve hit me plenty of times—so what if I hit you twice?” His eyes darkened, sharp with a dangerously calm fury. He gripped my jaw, his fingers rough but not painful. “Spanking,” he said slowly, mockery dripping from every syllable, “is a form of sexual suggestion. Is this how you plan to handle our divorce?” My breath caught. Sexual? My cheeks flamed. “That’s ridiculous!” I protested. “You started it! You were spanking me for years—since I was fifteen! How is it discipline when you do it, but something else when I do?”

" THAT WAS A DISCIPLINE " "GOD I'M SO SICK OF YOUR DISCIPLINE EXCUSE YOUR DISCIPLINE EXCUSE HAS SURPASSED WITH THE LEVEL OF ABUSE. AND NO ONE APART FROM MY PARENTS OR GRANDPARENTS GETS TO TEACH ME DISCIPLINE IN SUCH A WAY". "WATCH YOUR TONE YOU BRAT. YOU ARE SH--- "I WARN YOU TO GET OUT OF MY HOUSE IF YOU DARE TO SHOUT AT MY WIFE AGAIN".

‘Babe, you scared the kids. “I know, and I felt relief since they’re getting annoying.” I rolled my eyes at the sudden side comment of my wife through our mated link. ‘Would you do that to our kids?’ “If they’re being too naughty for my liking.” I bluntly responded that I would do that when we had kids. ‘How mean.’ “It’s called discipline, Honey. Discipline.” I sighed and corrected her, making her sweetly chuckle. “How can you do that? You’re just a human.” Another spectator spat, which caught my attention, and he was glaring at me like I was a plague. Like I care.

Says the woman looking away. Chad frowns and tells him. —You are lucky, that you carry my children, in your womb, why else would I be hitting you. —That can be classified as domestic violence, you know. He points to a woman, with a serious face. —You know what better, let's stop talking about this. Eat Please. —Not yet, you said, because you hate me. —I already told you that I don't hate you, I simply have indifference towards you. —Because?

"You’ve always been stubborn. Nash isn’t interested in being president, so you decided we weren’t good enough and started looking for someone else, didn’t you? You wanted to groom a puppet who would follow your orders." Listening to his sons’ accusations, Dominic's expression darkened. He kicked both of them to the ground, his anger boiling over. "Is your brain made of mush? If I wasn’t looking out for you, with the way you’ve been acting, you would have been finished long ago. Do you even realize that?" Dominic’s rage grew as he spoke, but no one could interfere in how he disciplined his own children. Nina gave Nash a look, and he took her hand, quietly leaving the room.

Such a psycho. If I'm a very wicked person, I will have to pack all the dirt inside her asshole which is wide open. Open enough for me to see what is inside. Or I might probably light up a fire in there. Ignatius was under the duvet and sleeping peacefully. I wonder where he got this slot from. What if a male from one of the domestic staff was to inform their boss about something, this is what they will see. It takes a person with self discipline to control his or her urges. If not, he would be turned on. Her kind of person won't want to have anything to do with domestic staff either. So why tempt others?

Zephyr’s voice roared through the room as he stepped between us. “You dare barge into my house, attack my mate, and justify your abuse as ‘discipline’? You’re out of your damn mind!” Veronica rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on. Everyone knows a little abuse is normal in marriage. Even our fathers did it to our mothers.” She continued, “And what do you know about discipline? You’re Father’s favorite son. Of course you never experienced his ‘discipline’ like I did.” Zephyr clenched his fists, looking like he was trying his best not to strangle her.

"Rules, Cecilia. One: You don't leave the penthouse. Two: You don't use the phone unless I say so. Three: You do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you. Are we clear?" He was talking about me like I was a dog that needed to be trained, not a human being. Panic flared, hot and sharp, but beneath it, a spark of defiance ignited. I was Dominic Henderson's daughter, not some helpless victim to be locked away and forgotten. "And if I refuse?" I shot back, lifting my chin despite the tremor in my hands. "Then you get punished. Break my rules, I chain you to the bed." My eyes widened, fear spiking again, and my stomach dropped. Chain me to the bed? The words echoed in my head, violent and archaic