Best 15 quotes in «domestic discipline quotes» category

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

He gets hard seeing his marks on me. I get wet knowing this. I don't try to analyze it. It's just us.

Are you jealous?" She has a half-smile, a laugh waiting to escape. "No. Not jealous." I squeeze her to me, lifting her off the ground back onto her tip-toes. "Possessive. You belong to me." I push her away. "Take off that dress." I allow some anger into my voice. "Now!" She jumps in place a little and reaches behind her to unzip. I grab her shoulders and twist her around. Putting my hands at the base of her neck, I rip the dress down the middle, tearing the zipper apart. She half gasps, half cries out. "You won't be wearing that again.

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

She’d never been the kind of woman who angered over being told what to do. She’d never felt unequal or demeaned in a submissive role, rather more like a helpmate and compliment to her lover. And, she’d never once asked why God had made her this way. She didn’t care why. She just wanted to play her part—and for her part to have value.

I always wondered. If…” Her mouth was on autopilot. “If what, Ella?” “If I crossed your mind wherever you were.” “You don’t cross my mind, Ella. You live in it.” He tugged her closer to him.

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

We’re wasting time here. I’ve got a sweet ass to paddle. Some legs to spread…

When I look in the mirror... I know that I belong to him...that I will never be the same again. I've let him punish me...

He would look to me to give him consequences for his actions. It was an expectation I’d allowed him to develop. It was also an essential aspect of our relationship dynamic. I wouldn’t fail him.

I want you to be afraid of making me angry…this will help you to remember how to behave.

She had a problem, which meant they had a problem.

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.

Those tingles she’d felt in her abdomen spread lower. Her body recognised her lover’s voice, wanted him.

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.