Romans & histoires Sweet Days Of Discipline

“You can’t be sweet at five in the morning. It’s against the natural order.” “Four minutes,” he says, and stands, and the softness folds away and the merciless instructor slots back into place. “And Ember? Leave the attitude in the bed. It won’t help you where we’re going.”

I nodded again. “To begin with, we will only do a single credit punishment,” he said. “So, expect this show of discipline to be far easier than any of the future ones. Now, I am giving you this spanking today to remind you that good girls keep their cunts nice and smooth.” His hand came crashing against my flesh, and I flinched more out of surprise than pain. He swatted me again and again, before saying, “After every swat, I want you to say ‘good girls keep their cunts smooth.’” Swat.

He knew her temper and once she got angry she could kill him without a second thought. Don't get it wrong Sabrina was sweet but when she got angry the world would suffer. After saying those words he gave her some ice cream to calm her down and it always worked every single time. "you are lucky you know that." "Anyway how is you girlfriend. When can I see her again." Johnny was her partner in crime. every time they were together she felt carefree and relaxed around him. She looked at him and hoped that he could live a happy life. ***FLASHBACK****

“Scream for me.” “Daddy.” She pleaded as he met her eyes with his own. “Louder.” He growled in her ear. DADDY!” she let out as he felt her get hit with the oncoming orgasm. It took her by surprise how hard it was and how she could barely stand again. Though when her feet hit the ground, his hand was rewashing her, taking great pleasure of having his hand at her pussy rubbing slightly under the guise of cleaning her again. Somehow this all felt natural to both of them.

His expression was unreadable but proud, steady, grounding her. “I realized discipline isn’t about punishment, it’s about structure. It’s about showing up even when it’s hard, even when no one believes you can. And passion… passion is what makes that structure worth it. Without passion, discipline is just routine. Together, they can push you beyond what you think you’re capable of.” Her voice grew stronger as she continued, her words flowing more naturally. “And I want to share something with you. Some of you may know me not as Olivia Bennett, the student, but as the voice behind a podcast called Grounded and Growing.”

Then, his rightful hands are now throwing to the outside. On the other hand, Honey is now desiring to visit Anderson tomorrow; to verify if her sweetheart is still engaging to her heart. Well, her body is taking night off early. Sunshine is excitedly wanting; to see the sunset in the sky. Her intention; she’ll be meeting to her sweetheart. Her body is addicted to Anderson’s hands. In short, she desires; she’ll be holding to this man; to make sure that this guy will find any woman.

Completely disgusted, Pia Drew walked briskly going inside but Andrew held her hand tightly that he could feel her bones in his palm. "Remember everything you did in the library?" Andrew showed his dimpled left cheek. "Are artists supposed to be trained how to handle situations like that?" Pia Drew hardly pulled off his hand from her wrist. "Sunny, why do you hate me so much?" There was a sudden silence while their eyes met. That was the very first time Pia Drew heard him call her Sunny. "Do you expect all people to like you?" "No. That's why I want to get you to like me."