Damon Salvatore.

23.

⚠️Warning! This book is for 16 and older so if your under 16 and reading this don't report this i gave a warning and told you not to read it. Everything in the book is consensual not real and should not be read by kids 16 and under⚠️

The evening had been quiet and peaceful, with Damon and me enjoying a rare moment of relaxation in his living room. We'd spent the day together, and the night had settled into a comfortable routine. Damon was working on a project at his desk while I was lounging on the couch, my phone in hand as I scrolled through playlists.

Feeling a bit cheeky, I decided to play "WAP" by Cardi B ft. Megan Thee Stallion, a song I loved for its bold energy and catchy beat. I turned up the volume, letting the explicit lyrics fill the room with a provocative rhythm.

I was lost in the music, bobbing my head to the beat, when I heard the sound of Damon's chair scraping against the floor. He looked up, his expression shifting from focused to a mix of surprise and disapproval as he recognized the song blaring from the speakers.

"Is that 'WAP'?" Damon asked, his voice carrying a hint of disbelief. He walked over, his gaze fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

I turned to him, a sheepish smile on my face. "Yeah, it's just a song I like. I didn't think it would be a big deal."

Damon's expression hardened slightly, a sign that he was displeased. "You know how I feel about maintaining certain boundaries and respecting our dynamic. Playing a song like that without considering how it fits into our relationship... it's a bit provocative."

I felt a rush of guilt and apprehension. "I'm sorry, Damon. I didn't mean to upset you. It was just a song."

His gaze remained serious as he crossed his arms. "It's not just about the song. It's about the attitude and the lack of consideration for our dynamic. When you act without thinking about the impact, it disrupts the balance we've worked hard to establish."

I nodded, feeling the weight of his words. "I understand. I didn't mean to disrespect our boundaries."

Damon sighed, his tone softening slightly but still firm. "If you're willing to test the boundaries, then it's important for you to understand the consequences of crossing them. Tonight, I think a reminder of our dynamic is in order."

I swallowed hard, knowing what that meant. Damon's approach to discipline was always aimed at reinforcing our connection and ensuring that we respected each other's boundaries. I prepared myself for the punishment, recognizing the need for a lesson in obedience and respect.

He guided me to the bedroom, his demeanor serious and authoritative. "Tonight's discipline will be a reminder of the importance of maintaining respect and consideration within our relationship."

I followed him, feeling a mix of nervousness and acceptance. Damon retrieved the leather strap from the drawer—a tool of discipline that had become familiar in our dynamic. He set it down on the bed and then turned to me, his expression focused.

"Undress," he instructed firmly.

I complied, removing my clothes with a sense of resignation. Once I was ready, he positioned me beside the bed, his gaze steady as he prepared for the punishment.

"Tonight's punishment will be designed to remind you of the importance of our boundaries and the respect we owe each other," Damon said, his voice carrying a tone of authority.

He began with a series of firm strikes, each one delivering a sharp sting that made me flinch. The leather strap connected with my skin, and I counted each stroke aloud, my voice trembling as the intensity built. Damon's hand remained steady, his actions deliberate and purposeful.

By the time he reached ten strikes, I was breathing heavily, my body trembling from the discipline. The pain was a stark reminder of the boundaries I had crossed and the need to maintain respect within our relationship.

When he finished, Damon helped me up, his expression a mix of concern and firmness. "Have you learned your lesson?" he asked, his voice soft but commanding.

I nodded, my face flushed and tear-streaked. "Yes, I understand. I'm sorry for not considering the impact of my actions."

Damon's expression softened as he pulled me into his arms, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I appreciate your understanding. Remember, the discipline isn't just about punishment—it's about reinforcing the respect and connection we share."

I clung to him, feeling a deep sense of relief and gratitude. "I understand. I won't let it happen again."

As we lay together afterward, the weight of the discipline still fresh in my mind, I felt a renewed sense of commitment to our dynamic. The lesson had reinforced the importance of maintaining respect and consideration in our relationship, strengthening the bond we shared.