Novel & Cerita Domestic Discipline Stories

Pack members hovered near windows facing outward, pretending they were not waiting for bad news to break through the glass. I pushed through the side door and crossed the grounds. I heard the training ground before I reached it. The relentless sound of impact. Rhythmic. Mechanical. The rhythm of someone punishing himself far beyond any normal drill. I stepped through the gate and stopped. Dominic was at the far corner, hitting the strike post with bare fists. Jacket discarded on the floor. Sleeves rolled up. His movements were raw and driven by something that had nothing to do with training. This was not discipline. This was the discipline of a man trying to destroy something because the rea

“Investors are being reassured. The press is being managed so for now, the fire is contained.” His gaze sharpened, slicing into me. “But you, Dominic, you will be of good conduct. No more recklessness, and no more outbursts. Discipline is what this family needs, and you will show it.” The words landed like shackles around my neck. Good conduct? Me? He wanted me to sit still while Lisa paraded around with my brother, smearing my name in the dirt? He wanted me to keep my hands clean while she laughed at me from across the battlefield?

I knew that part of it was my fault so I didn't go to the police to report it. Then I had another sub, she didn't last long because Cleo went after her, she destroyed her room at the gentlemen's club, she destroyed all of her clothes in bleach and she set her car on fire. So yes was extreme. This is a big part of why I did not want to have another sub, with the helo of Bradley we were able to find her, I knew that I had to do what was right for her so I got her the help she much needed abroad. That is when we made a new rule, the rule was that Dom's cannot have relationships with subs outside the club and vice versa.

I see the concern and care in his eyes as he shifts closer to me, his hand resting on my shoulder. "It’s been a year now. It started the night my parents died when I was nine." I start, and then the story of my life unfolds. Dominic is a great listener, nodding and allowing me to just talk without interruption. I talk about the hunters, the abuse, the pain, and the rejection. By the end of my explanation, I’m hugging my knees to my chest, watching the water in the lake roll gently, back and forth.

Jasper seized the moment to bark at them, "You heard her! Get lost! Or do I need to call the Council enforcers to escort you out?" "Andrea..." Dominic wasn't ready to give up; he looked to Andrea for help. But her response crushed his last hope. "Blackthorn doesn't need your money. Naomi will pay the price for what she did." "And as for you—your behavior lately has been unacceptable! I'm telling your parents everything. It's time they knew exactly how many 'stupid' things their Alpha son has been doing out here!" Dominic froze. His biggest fear was being disciplined by his parents under pack law.

The bistro is exactly as Dominic promised,quiet, unassuming, populated by elderly couples and young mothers with strollers rather than the power brokers and journalists who usually populate my orbit. For forty-five minutes, I almost feel like a normal woman. The kind of woman who worries about whether her salad dressing is too heavy, not whether her fiancé has betrayed her trust. The kind of woman who laughs at stories about children's ballet recitals and the absurdity of trying to get a six-year-old to remember her steps. Dominic talks about his daughter with the fond exasperation of a devoted father, his voice a steady, comforting drone that doesn't demand anything from me except occasiona

I pull up outside the building that now belongs to Gabriel and Dominic ushers me inside. “I have a strapon harness that is adjustable and should fit your wife, a staples strapon, she can experiment with and a few sizes and styles of dildos, matching butt plugs and a flogger and paddle for when you finally tell her spanking you gets you off,” Dominic says. “I never told you about the spanking!” I hiss. “I know but at the grand opening, I saw who you interacted with and how you reacted to certain things. I am wonderful at what I do,” Dominic says. “If you know I met Rhett, did you also learn how he reacted to seeing Gabriel and I together?”

“Now you might be wondering how it all started - With a deep breath, Dominic begins to share his story, and Elizabeth locks her gaze with his, fully attentive to his words. She can sense the pain that resides within his eyes, a loneliness that she can empathize with. “My dad…he was a vicious man. He never loved my mother and came home every night drunk, forcing himself on her. She had an affair with someone else and I was five years old when she left us.” He opens up about his troubled past, revealing the cruel nature of his father. When his mother eventually left them, Dominic was only five years old, and his life took a dark turn. The weight in his voice reveals the deep-rooted pain he end

“Can I ask something else about discipline?” “Of course, I guess you would like to know what kind of punishment is executed?” He nodded shyly and I chuckled as I continued. “Once again, it all depends on the domino's practice and on the submissive's limits. There are different methods and accessories, spanking is one of the most frequent and can be given either with the instruments I have shown you or with the hand.” I said, showing him my palm and smiling which made him turn red as a tomato. “That is for spanking, but then, there are other ways to sanction a submissive, like pleasure denial and sensory deprivation which belong to the physical punishment category. There are also mental punis

He growled, his Alpha power rolling off him in waves. “I would be a fool to out my source,” my lawyer replied smoothly, “But this further proves my point. The environment these girls have been living in is unsafe. Their father is a drug addict who nearly burned the entire shelter down with not just one, but all of them inside. Not even get me started on the other refugees who could have been hurt.” “I didn’t even take drugs!” Dominic screamed, his voice exploding with fury. “It was fucking weed!” As if that could make it better.