domestic-discipline

What? Don't you want a girl who can talk dirty to you?"His look only hardens. "No, Lucy. I'm serious. I won't tolerate that from you." He doesn't look away and I feel that heat in the pit of my stomach, spreading down again. "Well...I've heard you curse before..." I swallow loudly, but keep his gaze."I'm a man.

He seemed to think that spanking soled problems instead of taking the time to talk about them.

We__e wasting time here. I__e got a sweet ass to paddle. Some legs to spread_

He seemed to think that spanking solved problems instead of taking the time to talk about them.

Those tingles she__ felt in her abdomen spread lower. Her body recognised her lover__ voice, wanted him.

The collar represented something of big importance to her. He knew she saw it as losing who she was. He saw it as her trusting him enough to let him be in charge.

Okay?_ Even if she deserved to be punished, he always let her know he cared about her.

I always wondered. If_ Her mouth was on autopilot.__f what, Ella?___f I crossed your mind wherever you were.___ou don__ cross my mind, Ella. You live in it._ He tugged her closer to him.

She__ never been the kind of woman who angered over being told what to do. She__ never felt unequal or demeaned in a submissive role, rather more like a helpmate and compliment to her lover. And, she__ never once asked why God had made her this way. She didn__ care why. She just wanted to play her part__nd for her part to have value.