Rules For Littles Novels & Stories

Her eyes tracked every movement. “Rules for tonight,” I said, voice low and steady. “You address me as Sir when we’re playing. You keep your eyes on me unless I tell you otherwise. You tell me immediately if anything hurts in a bad way. And you do not come without permission. Break a rule and you get the whip…. lightly …… followed by a hard fuck. Be a good girl and I’ll reward you. Understand?” “Yes, Sir,” she said softly. The word sounded sweet on her tongue.

“I will allow it, however all of my children will remain with Lola until it is time for him to take over as you’re heir or your eventual death” “But-but how will he learn about the business” My voice lowers “Are you doubting my ability to educate my own son?” He sits up straight unable to hide his excitement. “Of course not, but the business of New York and Chicago differs” My head tilts to the side, “There will be visits with adequate protection and supervision from the age of fifteen” “Thirteen” “Fifteen” my voice is firm, leaving no room for bargaining. Already I think of how to explain this new agreement to my wife when I return.

However, you are my mate, so that changes things. Rule number one: you will call me Daddy and only Daddy no matter where we are. You will never use my name, not even if we're standing in front of the entire pack. You are my sweet little boy, and little boys are supposed to be on their best behavior. When little boys are bad, they get punished. Don't forget that. Rule number two: no loud noises. I hate loud noises! That goes for our room and the pack house. Rule number three: No messes, not in our room or in the pack house. If you make a mess, you clean it up. If you see a mess, have a maid clean it. If one isn't available right away, you clean it.

"First rule, sweetheart. You tell us if this gets to be too much." I swallowed, nodding. "Okay.” "And what if we need to slow down?" Jaxon asked. Caden hesitated, then sighed. "Red. Yellow. Green. Use them however you need." I frowned, confused. "Like a traffic light system?" Jaxon grinned. "See, she's perfect." Caden just shook his head. "So, what are the rules?” I asked. Ryder tilted his head, his gaze sliding over me. "No kissing on the lips."

he says before starting with my rules. Rules: -Eat three times a day. -No candy without asking. -Screen time is limited. -No going out without asking me first. -Bedtime is ten every day. -I'll bath and dress you. -Call me daddy or sir all the time. -Be polite no back talking to me or anyone else. -No means no. The rules weren't the worse, I could live with those, I didn't have any objection to them, next he said we'll be moving to punishment and rewards, I was happy about the reward part but not the punishments.

I slid across the sheets and knelt between his legs, already dripping again. He grabbed my hair and tilted my chin up. “First rule,” he said, voice commanding. “When I give you a command, you obey without hesitation. If you need a break, you say the safeword: red. If you want me to slow down, say yellow. Anything else…” He smirked. “Means keep going.” “Yes, Daddy.” “Second rule: You ask permission before touching yourself.” My thighs clenched. “Third: You speak when spoken to, unless I give you permission to talk.”

He shrugged, concluding, “I guess it’s necessary. We need to set some rules.” “You are becoming like my dad,” Charlie groaned, her eyes rolling. “Let’s be serious. What is one week without intimacy?” Taylor pointed out. “Fine!” Charlie said. “Truth be told, you distracted me with your push-ups.” “Okay, let me type it down, and we can print it and post it on the wall and our doors,” Taylor suggested. “Rule number one. No flirting. Eye contact for more than ten seconds counts as seduction.” Charlie, “...”

in my this house , you only wear those clothes which I have selected for you . Rule no. 3 - you're not allowed to step out from this house without my permission , in simple words you're grounded . Rule no. 4 - you're not allowed to cry infront of me , whether you're in extreme pain you won't weep if I am around you or I am the reason for your pain. Rule no. 5 - you always obey me ... Means .. you will be my puppet . That's it these are the rules which you have to follow till you're married to me , and if you brake any rule than you will be dead .

“Have you still got your basket my little one?” “Of course Gran. And it’s still empty too, just like you wanted. Are we going to go to the wanter and fill it with the berries for Kassie and Kevin now?” “That’s right. Do you remember the rules of the forest?” The little head bobbed yes, and she stuck up a hand, counting off the rules on her tiny fingers.“One, stay close behind you when we’re walking. Two, don’t wander off. Three, don’t chase butterflies, or squirrels, or chipmunks, or bunnies, or anything else. Four, if you tell me to hide I need to climb high up a tree and make no noise. And five… I don’t like five. Can we make a compromise?”

"Rule number one: always call me papa and him daddy. Rule number two: we will not allow any back talk, hitting, yelling, or kicking from you. Use your manners. Rule number three: no lying. Rule number four: never leave the house without either of your daddies. Rule number five: always listen to your daddies. Rule number six: you must take every day a nap when we tell you so. Rule number seven: always use your diapers. Rule number eight: bedtime is at 8 PM unless told otherwise. Rule number nine: eat your fruit and vegetables. And finally, rule number ten: always tell your daddies when something is wrong. We are here to help you and we won't get mad as long as you stay calm and explain clearl