My eyes narrow. "What do you want? If it's just to annoy me, I'd much rather go back to sleep." "Ah, ah, pet," he says. My breath hitches at the name. Pet. What happened to my actual name? He's the nice one. Playful grins matched with a wink here and there but that smile is absent as he moves his forefinger back and forth in a chastising manner. "You were given three days to settle in. Your bratty behavior will no longer be tolerated." I can't help how my hands travel back to the safety of my shirt. He snaps his fingers and points to the floor beside their feet. "Kneel." * I hated the new world. Years ago, vampires left the shadows to devour what little light humans had left to offer. They didn't want peace-they wanted power. When I was sixteen, the government and leaders of the old world were overthrown to make way for the new. My family, my future, my freedom...gone. I hated vampires. Until them. *** Please read the first part of this story titled 'Before You Read' to get a better idea of what this book entails. This is not a book suitable for everyone.

A series of one-shots with first/third-person POVs on anecdotes of punishments and spankings. Will involve different settings and different backgrounds. Biases based on my upbringing and the norms of my society (rural town in Europe) may creep into my writing. Will contain non-sexual consensual spanking of adults and disciplinary spanking for minors. Open to write fan-fiction with decent plots. Requests to be put in comments only.

"Aza, that's it you're coming to live with me as soon as you're good enough to leave. No arguments on the subject either." He said as I started to protest. "I'm going to teach you your self worth, and take care of you." he said. *************************************** Azalea had a hard life growing up. Her brother was the only one there for her. Then he died leaving her alone. Except for his smoking hot best friend, Thomas, who promised to take care of her. When Aza gets in an accident he decides he's stepping up his promise to her brother. But there's a twist. Thomas has a secrete lifestyle that he wants Aza to be apart of. Will she like it or regret ever agreeing to the situation? Read to find out!

A collection of stand-alone scenes exploring discipline, desire, and the delicate balance of power and surrender. I honestly don't even know myself what you'll find in here. Probably just unpolished pieces of writing that are nothing but pure instinct. Enjoy, but try to behave at least a little...

Spanking Stories This will be an ongoing collection of my writings as I reflect on my relationship, discipline and punishments. We are in a consensual 24/7 D/s relationship. These stories are for adults only 💕

BOOK ONE of the WESTMINSTER ACADEMY series "Don't worry, we'll get to the point where you do as I say just because I said it. That's submission, and you're more than capable of it." "I know what submission is, and you are not going to get mine" I shot back, enraged. We stared at each other with hostility for a few seconds. Then he nodded, as if he knew something I didn't, and shifted in his seat. "You'll get a taste of who's in charge, and then we'll see what you have to say for yourself." He patted his lap. "Over my knee." *updates every week* *the whole book is available as an ebook on Patreon*

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.

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

She wasn't looking for structure. He wasn't expecting chaos. In a world where boundaries matter and power balances shift with a glance, two very different people find themselves drawn into something neither of them saw coming. Sharp-tongued and restless, Lilith knows how to push buttons-and she's never met one she didn't want to press. Jaxon is disciplined, unshakably composed, and used to control-in every sense of the word. But when their paths cross, control becomes a question, tension becomes a constant, and nothing stays simple for long. What begins as correction soon tangles into connection. And some lessons? They go far beyond the classroom.

To long I've held this need. So many things piled up on my shoulders. I long for catharsis. A place to just leave everything on the floor when I'm done. I didn't know he'd even noticed. I sense him before I see him. His scent curls up around me like a warm blanket around my body and an iron fist around my throat. In my path, he's been strangely silent as of late and his appearance makes me nervous but I am strong. Even here I refuse to show my vulnerability and weakness. With confidence I continue into the room. Each click echoes off the walls and punctuates the step. "Good evening, pet." His voice is deep and smooth, running over my frayed nerves in a manner that soothes the savageness running through my veins. In that moment I know... until he's done with me, I am under his command.