Love spanking? Then you're in the right place! Every chapter, a new couple. Every couple, a new dynamic. But one thing stays the same...someone's getting spanked. This book isn't just smack after smack, it's bratty chaos, strict discipline, playful punishment, always some sweet aftercare, and plots that actually keep things interesting. From sneaky lies to broken rules to brats who just can't help themselves, every story comes with a sting and a twist.

Maddison Blake, 21, fiery and stubborn, is struggling through college and is fresh out of second chances. Seeking some peace, she moves into her older brother's apartment...only to find she's not alone. Nicholas Carter. Her childhood crush, her brother's best friend, and now his strict, no-nonsense roommate, interferes with her plans to relax, enforcing rules she didn't know she had to follow. Nick doesn't tolerate brats. He doesn't tolerate disrespect. And when Maddison pushes him too far, he's determined to teach her a lesson she won't forget. But what begins as discipline quickly ignites a fire neither of them can ignore. What happens when discipline turns into craving, and neither can stop wanting the other?

DD diaries is a raw, real, look into my D/S dynamic with my boyfriend. The chapters will include apologies I've written, stories about my punishments, fun activities I do with my dom, and more!

This is a collection of mini stories about a brat, Asslysa and her boyfriend, a brat tamer. This story does contain graphic details that can be triggering, such as eating disorders, addiction, and BDSM. Read at your own risk. Your mental health matters. This story is completed, but don't fright there is a squel, Chronicles of a Married Brat.

I was the chaos he never wanted - and the only woman he couldn't resist. Rishi Shekhawat built empires with silence, protected his family like a soldier, and carried loyalty like a scar. He didn't do distractions. Then came me - Aaira Birla. Flirty. Fiery. One braincell short of disaster. I crashed into his perfectly controlled world with red lipstick, sarcasm, and an agenda of my own. He told me to behave. I laughed. Because being his problem? That's my favorite privilege. ‼️Warning- This story is heavy on spanking- (theme being- submissive in denial, dominant in style) It has consensual- non- consensual spankings If this is not your vibe, feel free to ignore. Happy reading

Lydia & Cameron are a fictional adult couple that engage in a consensual DDLG dynamic. This is a series of one-shots about them. ❤︎ ────୨ৎ──── ᵎᵎ MIND THE TAGS. This story will contain themes such as BDSM, Ddlg, sex, spanking, drinking, drugs, age regression, voyeurism etc. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. PLEASE DON'T LEAVE RUDE COMMENTS ABOUT SOMETHING YOU CAN'T RELATE TO OR DON'T FULLY UNDERSTAND. THANK YOU.

I was currently straddling him, desperately trying not to roll my hips into his toned stomach. Joel." I whimpered, my voice coming out as a low whine. His big hand swiftly met with my ass and I cried out from the sharp slap, a moan unintentionally escaping my lips. "What do you call me, Princess?" He asked ominously into my ear. He pulled myI was currently straddling him, desperately trying not to roll my hips into his toned stomach. Joel." I whimpered, my voice coming out as a low whine. His big hand swiftly met with my ass and I cried out from the sharp slap, a moan unintentionally escaping my lips. "What do you call me, Princess?" He asked ominously into my ear. He pulled my skirt up to my lower back and began to caress my bottom gently, over the place that he just spanked, leading to an even more profound tingle. I whined and just barley rocked against him when I felt another, slightly harsher slap land on the middle of my exposed rear, and I yelped loudly. "Kai." He rumbled, his lips grazing my ear as he spoke. "You know I don't like to repeat myself." He warned and squeezed my now stinging bottom. "D-Daddy, I call you Daddy." I hurriedly answered. "Please!" I begged, wholeheartedly regretting my earlier actions today. I felt him smile against my face at that, and he chuckled darkly generating a shiver to run up my spine. What have I gotten myself into?

Book 4 Blackthorn Academy does not educate. It conditions. Behind iron traditions and unspoken rules, boys are taught to command and girls are taught to comply. Power is structured. Desire is controlled. And fear is mistaken for order. Then someone breaks the balance-not through rebellion, but through fragility. She is anxious, observant, constantly on the edge of disappearing. A presence so quiet it goes unnoticed... until it doesn't. Two men-bound by loyalty, discipline, and a shared destiny-see her in a way no one ever has. What begins as protection turns into something far more dangerous: devotion. But Blackthorn is built on secrets, and some legacies cannot stay buried. A truth surfaces that reshapes everything-one that reaches beyond the academy's walls and into an empire older than the school itself. An inheritance steeped in violence. A future written long before love was ever an option. Now, affection is a liability. Safety is an illusion. And choice comes with consequences. This is not a story about defiance. It is a story about fear, connection, and what happens when love collides with power that refuses to let go. Welcome to the mafia.

BOOK 1 Hidden behind iron gates and thorn-covered walls, the academy promised transformation-for those deemed broken, volatile, or unfit for the world as it was. Men entered to be sharpened into leaders: dominant, controlled, unyielding. Women were sent to be refined-taught obedience, composure, and how to exist quietly beside power. The brochures called it balance. Ember called it a cage. At eighteen, Ember was already labeled a problem. Too angry. Too emotional. Too loud for a world that preferred its women calm and compliant. Years of struggling with her mental health had left scars no one bothered to understand, and instead of help, her parents chose Blackthorn. They told her it would teach her how to be a better woman. Ember heard only that they wanted her silenced. From the moment she arrived, Ember stood out-and not in the way Blackthorn liked. She questioned rules, challenged authority, and refused to lower her gaze. That defiance drew attention, especially from three of the academy's most respected Dominants: Levi, Colton, and Jaxson. Each of them had earned their status through discipline and control, tasked with mentoring submissives and shaping them into perfection. They were supposed to break her in. Instead, Ember unraveled them. Levi saw the fire she refused to extinguish. Colton recognized the pain beneath her anger. Jaxson understood what it meant to be forged by pressure rather than nurtured. What began as observation turned into protection. Guidance became loyalty. And somewhere between lessons, punishments, and quiet moments of understanding, the lines Blackthorn enforced began to blur. Ember was never meant to belong to anyone-but somehow, she became the center of them all. And Blackthorn Academy was about to learn that some flames don't submit.

BOOK 2 An unexpected pregnancy changes everything. At a school built on rigid hierarchy-where men rule and women are taught to submit-news like this doesn't stay quiet for long. Heads turn. Whispers spread. Judgment follows close behind. For Ember, Levi, Jaxson, and Colton, the future they thought they understood suddenly feels fragile and uncertain. But instead of breaking them, the revelation pulls them closer than ever. What they've built together isn't just a bond shaped by the rules of the academy-it's love, trust, and fierce devotion tested under pressure. As the world around them questions their choices and their right to exist as they are, the four of them face challenges that demand unity, sacrifice, and courage. This is the story that begins after the truth comes out. A story of standing firm when everything is on the line. Of love that refuses to fracture. And of a family forming in the most unexpected place-where submission, dominance, and devotion collide to create something entirely their own.