Sweet Days Of Discipline Novels & Stories

Estel got the peculiar sense that the displeasure was self-directed. "Estel," he spoke with patient firmness, "you might as well get used to doing things my way from the start. You will get the chapters when I'm ready to give them to you and not before. If I feel like it, we will discuss them at the end of the day." And then, as Estel stiffened again at his arrogant laying down of the law, he gentled his tone. "I'm sorry if you find you have time on your hands doing it this way, but plenty of entertainment is available here whenever you feel like taking advantage of it. Why don't you go skiing now, as a matter of fact? It doesn't look like I'll have anything for you until tomorrow beyond wha

In truth, I hadn't touched any women since my wife eloped with another man. It would be a lie to say that I didn't miss it, but I had spent all these years raising Yvonne, making sure she grew up in a loving home. I'd sent her to the best dance school so that she would have a chance for success instead of following in her mother's footsteps. How could I have any desire for her best friend in this situation? I pushed Hermione off of me. "How much for a night with you?" "2,000 dollars if it's quick. 3,000 for the whole night, but you can only do it three times."

Cupcakes, ice cream, chocolates, croissants, and everything sweet were looking absolutely delicious. I ate my cupcake and smiled as it was the best cupcake I have ever eaten. The food was amazing, and I ate it to my fullest. I tried asking Alexander for the ice cream but he refused to eat the sugar. "I will eat you later anyways." He smirked as his eyes stared into mine. I hiccuped at his sudden remark and drank my water, looking away. He chuckled and then leaned on the table, resting his head on his hand. "Thanks Cathy for making these days joyful." He softly said. I remember Kelly telling me how he spend his birthday week all by himself. "W-why do you spend your b-birthday alone?" I curiou

“Soaked already. You were thinking about Daddy the whole way here, weren’t you?” “Yes, Daddy,” I breathed. He hummed pleased. Licked a stripe down my neck. Then his hand came down, a sharp smack on my right ass cheek, It shook with the force. I yelped… more surprise than the pain. Heat bloomed instantly. “Count,” he said. “One,” I gasped. Another smack, on the left cheek this time. Harder. “Two.” He alternated in steady rhythm. Not brutal slap. Just enough sting to make my skin burn and my pussy clench every time. By the tenth smack, my thighs were trembling. By fifteen I was dripping down the inside of my leg.

New - Daya 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 Sunday is heaven for me, lazy human and like to sleep because he has a possessive mattress. Okay, my boyfriend is more possessive. I still want to wrestle with my rotten blanket. Sunday, a day of revenge for my diminishing sleep. Especially with the human named Gerald, he wouldn't let me sleep if he was here with me.

We were walking to the cafeteria because it was lunchtime. I smacked her arm because she was always referring to Ms. Manalo as a menopausal lady. She was a woman in her mid-40s, she was referring to her as a menopausal lady due to her mood swings. "What? It is true!" "Perhaps she wasn't simply in a good mood. We all have bad days, as you are aware." "Yes, she has a bad day every single day. She had a bad mood for the entire semester” she chuckled.

The taste of Elena flooded Samantha's mouth as she licked upward, her tongue exploring the maid's folds, salty and slick. Jake's thrusts rocked them all, his grunts mixing with Elena's muffled moans against Samantha's clit. Sweat dripped from Jake's forehead onto Samantha's thigh, cooling quickly.

“Take off your shoes and get comfortable. We’re starting your discipline tonight.” My voice came out shaky. “What… what kind of discipline?” He leaned down slightly, his deep voice right next to my ear. “The kind that bad girls like you secretly crave.”

"To rememb'r, the hath lost mem'ries, one might not but prepareth thy self to experience teen. For nay marchpanes, art hath called if 't be true there is nay sour " [To remember the lost memories, one must prepare thy self to experience pain. For no sweets are called if there is no sour.] **** When I woke up, it was late at night. Serena is in a deep slumber as if all she is having is a sweet and nice dream. I don't have the will to wake her up. Opening my phone, I saw tons of messages from Drake. 'Good day! Don't forget to have a smile on your face. You stun the most when you smile.'

So how can you ask Sunny to be perfect? Lucas frowned. She managed to hit a sore spot of his. His face darkened and his lips were drawn into a tight line. "I can tell Sunny is afraid of you. While fear might make him do what you want him to do, it'll never be able to extinguish the dreams he holds dear in his heart. One day, when he's all grown up, you'll come to realize that he wants to have nothing to do with you nor does he want to live the way you want him to live anymore. By then, it'll be too late for you to see that the worst way to discipline someone is to mentally beat them into submission."