Domestic Discipline Stories Novels & Stories

“You are nothing more than a sperm receptacle. Do not ever speak to my wife ever again. Don’t even look at her or my son.” “You’ll come back to us.” Chrissy said as Chance began to guide Rye away. “Unfortunately for you, my mother taught me not to hit a woman.” He said stopping and looking at her. “Unfortunately?” Chrissy smirked. “I never learned that lesson.” Dom said and fear hit the woman. “Chance….” Chrissy pleaded. “You knew the rules.” Sid said. Dom buried her hand deep in the blonde hair and forced her to bend over. Then she drug the woman over in front of Trigg and Sid. The club bunny was forced to her knees.

"Don't notice that you two keep finding excuses to be close?" "That's not fair. We were healing you!" "And holding hands afterwards. The twins saw it. They asked about it." Dominic's eyes were hard. "What was I supposed to tell them? That their mother was getting cozy with another man while their father was dying?" "I wasn't getting cozy! We were exhausted! We both nearly killed ourselves saving you and we held hands for two seconds!" "Two seconds too long!" "You're being ridiculous!" "I'm being observant!" Dominic threw off his blankets. Started trying to get out of bed. "Why does he have to be so touchy when I’m not there?"

I really don't like this. I gasped as I saw one Dom hitting his bounded submissive's between her legs severely with some kind of spanking crop, I don't know what is it and people are hooting. I can't take this. I want to go home. I'm so damn sick. Have I done something wrong by coming into this relationship? Because I can't take all this. I doubted.

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.

"I've already got the story to tell you starting from him, it would've been so cool if you'd said to start with him." "Oh, Flavian!" I laughed. "Go on, start with Domani." "Very well! Domani has a bunch of violence complaints against him, ex-girlfriends, prostitutes, lovers, hookups… basically, women who get involved with him end up suffering some kind of violence. But these complaints just get buried, either the Victim Advocacy Office doesn't follow through, claiming nothing was found in the investigations, or they simply shelve everything. The few that reached the courts were placed under seal, and as far as I could find out, none went anywhere; he managed to get the women to deny the assa

Dominic smiled at the camera. "I told you, I'm pursuing my ex-wife again." The cameras then shifted to me. "So, have I agreed to Dominic's pursuit?" I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me; the situation was clearly not what I had expected. Dominic Blackwood reached out and pinched my waist, leaning close to my ear and whispered, "Just play along." I skillfully shifted the topic. "This is a private matter between Dominic and me. I heard you all are here to help Mrs. Smith catch her cheating husband. Were you able to catch him in the act?" The atmosphere in the room instantly turned awkward. Dominic Blackwood's expression darkened as he immediately instructed the staff to disperse the me

I scoffed and sulked while looking out of the window. “I am sorry, babe. I was just pulling your leg,” Dominic said while making puppy eyes in the rear view mirror. “I just gave her the sex tape of her fucking her Physics teacher to pass the exam and told her slut army to stay away from our Bella if they did not want me to release their similar kind of tapes too,” he narrated. “You blackmailed them ?!” I asked rhetorically in astonishment. “And why the fucking hell do you have their sex tapes ?” I voiced out my shock.

Montana I got home home feeling do down, I understand that Dominic’s mum made a mistake but I think she had already paid enough for her mistake by staying single all her life and suffering with nothing but I can't just conceal the fact that she's going to die soon without getting to talk to his child or asked for forgiveness from her ex-husband and that's why I already messaged Dominic and his father and told them to come home as soon as possible that I have something important to say to them.

he said. “Now, it’s discipline time for the spill yesterday and for the obedience test plus the office is ours alone,” he said. “What kind of discipline tonight,” I asked. “You learn control and I learn you and we talk random first,” he said. “Random like what,” I asked. “Favorite food growing up,” he said. “Pizza with extra cheese mom made Friday nights,” I said. “Steak rare dad grilled every Sunday,” he said. “Better than my mom’s burned chicken,” I said. “Burned food builds character,” he said.

"You actually hit me! You slapped me over such a trivial matter! I want a divorce!" The comments immediately exploded with activity. "Oh my God! Do you think you're allowed to hit your wife as you please just because you give her a hundred thousand dollars a month in living expenses?" "Domestic abuse either never happens or always happens. There's no in-between. Damn scumbag! He has to be punished. I can feel the pain of that slap through the screen." Aiden continued to pronounce his verdict. "No scumbag behavior has been displayed in this instance. Hanson Quill is not guilty."