Domestic Discipline Stories Novels & Stories

"Now I get why you ran off. I just got into a fight with those two brats and gave them a good beating. They’re cleaning the house now like they should’ve been doing all along." The last message was a video. Two half-grown boys stood there with dark bruises striping their backs, while a girl cried somewhere off-camera. That had to be the nieces, Brielle and Mila Mercer. I wasn't pleased. This was exactly how it had started before. In my previous life, I had tried discipline too. When talking didn’t work, I’d snatched away the tablet, accidentally leaving red marks on my nephew’s hand. For that alone, Vanessa had berated me until I couldn’t lift my head. Dominic had smoothed things over, telli

"Don't worry, I wasn't interested in alcoholics." Kendrick spoke and pushed her hand away, but Annabelle, despite being drunk, was strong and grabbed his left hand, and her right hand came over. After a while of tossing and turning, Kendrick rubbed his forehead and said, "Anna, you really pushed me to this." After speaking, he took off his belt. Annabelle's eyes widened, unintentionally triggering Kendrick's hidden skill: domestic... domestic violence? "Kendrick, hitting someone is illegal!"

Day five was punishment day. Dominic woke Alex at 5 AM instead of 6 AM. "You've been imperfect this week," he said, though his tone wasn't angry. "Small infractions....sounds when you should be silent, hesitation in obedience, requests for mercy when you should endure silently. Today we address those imperfections through discipline." He led her to the dungeon and secured her to the St. Andrew's cross again. "You'll receive fifty lashes with the flogger. You'll count each one. You'll thank me after each one. If you fail to count or thank me, we start over. Understood?"

My eyes burned with unshed tears. Dominic sat in his chair the entire time, watching. One ankle resting on his knee. Silent. Patient. Cruel. When I bucked once—once—he lifted a finger, and the man stepped forward with a paddle. A single hit across the inside of my thigh made me scream. “Lesson one,” Dominic murmured. “Control.” By the time they left, I was marked again. Spanked, used, raw, trembling. And my climax? Still denied.

They stayed up late talking about many things, including their respective families. When Chalondra fell asleep, Heidy looked at her with a look that was hard to interpret. He was devastated himself. She had not yet exhausted her shock at the new facts that her best friend had told her. It was unimaginable. Innocent, innocent Chalondra meets a very experienced adult men in bed. Yes, Chalondra had also told her about Dominic's past of changing girlfriends and sleeping with women. Heidy still couldn't stop himself from being furious. Chalondra innocently did not take that into consideration. What if he had a disease and so on?

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.

But until Knox arrives Tyler will be minding him and we told him that Dominic is not allowed to play video games or watch tv because he is grounded until Brinley and I tell him otherwise. After Brinley and Dominic and I finished breakfast we sent him back to his room, and Brinley and I got ready for our deparcher to the Orphanage. Brinley is full of smiles today. Why is she so happy?I don't know, something tells me she is very proud of what she's done for these soon to be kids of the Caputo Kingdom.

It’s always about protecting the sub. In the end, the brat kneeled at my feet and begged for my forgiveness. Since she took her punishment, the subject is now done and over with, her slate is clean. Apparently, though, she must have done something over the top after leaving the facility, because I had gotten an email this morning that she would not be coming back due to her Daddy Dom breaking it off with her. No sweat off my back, we have a waiting list of people in the kink community that are wanting to be properly trained by us.

,I began but she cuts me off. "sorry I'm full",I sigh and move it away. We can't flip out so I just accept it. I remove the dishes and trash the food before scooping her up to go get a bath. I hear more knocking and I want to lose it. I open the door holding my mate and see Sheila and Lindsay's parents looking pissed. "we need to speak to you let us in",the mom orders. "no go away",I growl. "this is important and we need to get it all out in the open Dominic ",Sheila's mom says looking at Hannah with disgust.

"He didn't waste time with talk. He just... he drove into me. It hurt for a second, Bridge. Not a bad hurt, but that 'too much' kind of hurt. He stretched me until I thought I’d break. And then he just started hammering. No rhythm, no grace, just raw power. He was marking me. Every shove felt like he was saying 'mine.'" "And you?" Bridget asked, her own breathing sounding shallow. "What did you do?" "I screamed," I said plainly. "I didn't care who heard. I scratched that expensive mahogany desk until my nails hurt. I called him Professor. I think that’s what did it. When I said his title while he was buried inside me, he just snapped. He hit my clit with his hand and kept thrusting until I s