5 comments/ 45903 views/ 12 favorites Domestic Discipline By: the_duchess I present to you the fantasy of mine that has been forming in my imagination for years. I hope you enjoy it! Edited by angel love (thank you). PS: note that English isn't my native language, so that's why the text isn't perfectly written. ***** I'm lucky enough to live in a world ruled by Men, as it should have always been. I know very well, that Men's role is to dominate and women's role is to be dominated. There is no denying of this. It is the simple truth. Men in general are stronger and wiser than women, so it's natural that They should have a higher place in society isn't it? I have no idea, why any woman would disagree with the proper order. I'm grateful, that my Father and Teachers have taught me my place, so I know how to be a good wife to my Husband. Of course, each Man has His own expectations of His woman, so my education continued even after we married. In the world, I live in, girls and Boys are taught their roles from the beginning. There are no coeducational schools, not only because it simply isn't proper, but also because the teaching programs for Boys and girls are entirely different. Boys learn the subjects that will help them get a job like math, biology and algebra and also how to handle a woman. They have to know how to control and discipline, what should they demand and which behavior is unacceptable. Girls are learning how to cook and clean and also how to walk and move seductively, apply make-up and style hair. They are also taught the art of pleasing a Man and how to bow, kneel and show respect to Men in general. If the Master is able to provide for His family, His woman is a housewife and rarely leaves the house. If the Master isn't providing enough, they are simple, not requiring intellect and skills jobs for women like secretary or maid. A working woman is, naturally, still doing all the housework in her free time, since it isn't suitable for Men at all. My name is Katniss. I'm a thirty-three year old woman with firm c-cups and long legs. I'm in excellent shape thanks to my Husband, who demands that I work out an hour a day. I'm not to ever exercise in His presence though, since He doesn't appreciate the sight of me red and all sweaty. I have very long, dark brown, straight hair, which today I put into a smooth ponytail. As always, I wear my housemaid uniform, which is very revealing. It has no shoulder straps and though it covers most of my breast, Master often pulls it down, effectively changing that fact. It has an extremely short fluffy skirt with white frills, which gives glimpses of my pussy when I move. I never wear any underwear, indoors or outdoors. It would only get in the way, and both my Master and I want my body to be as accessible as possible at all times. I wear high black heels with silver heels and sometimes black stockings. My make-up is delicately done up and my nails are always nicely polished. My Master got rid of most of my hair accessories. At all times there is a white leather collar around my neck – a symbol of my belonging to my Master. Since the ritual collaring on my wedding day I wear it with pride and true joy. It has my Master's last name on it for other Men to know, whose property I am. Let me take you into my perfect world, you will all wish to live in. I was busy in the kitchen preparing Master's dinner. One of my daughters was on her knees scrubbing the toilet floor, while the other one was at my Son's service in His room. Everything was almost ready for arrival of the Man of the house. Everything was spotless and shiny, and all of us were looking perfect. My daughters were dressed just like me, but barefoot and collarless, as they weren't married yet. Monique was nineteen and Jessica was eighteen. They both had nice young bodies and looked similar to me. They weren't perfectly trained yet, but eager and quickly learning the proper behavior with, naturally, a huge help from their father and brother. My only Son, Edward, is a very handsome eighteen years old young Man. He is already just as strict and dominating as His Dad, looking up to Him and following His path. Of course, despite being Edward's mother, I obey His orders with the same respect as my Husbands. Nevertheless, in presence of both Edward and Adam, my Master's commands always come first and His satisfaction is my top priority. My daughters obey the same rules. It was nearly six p.m. and I was hurrying to complete the meal. I needed a few minutes before my Husband's arrival to inspect the girls' appearance. I finished the dinner and headed out of the kitchen. I summoned the girls and quickly checked their hair styles, make-up and outfits. Everything was in order, so I motioned to the door. We kneeled in a row on the hallway floor facing the door. I checked if my girls were doing it properly and their school apparently was doing a good job. Their thighs were spread wide, ankles connected, butts slightly lifted and sticking out, back arched so their boobs would stick out as well. With hands behind backs, head deeply bowed and sights focused on the floor they looked simply adorable. I got into similar position and we waited exited and joyful for our Master's arrival. Finally, the knob moved and my Husband entered the hallway. Although I couldn't see His face, I judged from His footsteps that He was in a good mood and I smiled widely. Nothing could make me happier than the happiness of my beloved one. He was so caring and thoughtful and I desired nothing more than to repay Him with my obedience and respect. "Now this is what every man should come home to at the end of a long hard day," He beamed with pride as His girls smiled. Then Master came over to us and gave each of us a firm but gentle slap on the cheek followed by offering His hand for us to kiss. When He finished, we could undress Him – I took the coat while the girls took Sirs shoes off, kissing His feet. When in the presence of any Man, a woman's head is always to be bowed, back arched, butt and tits sticking out and hand folded behind her back. "Mmmm, something smells good," said Adam heading towards the kitchen. We followed Him, ready to serve. "I'm starving! Girls, it's the dinner time, don't disappoint me," He joyfully threatened, slapping my ass as I walked by. "Yes, Sir!" we answered enthusiastically and got down to serving the meal, while Master was resting in the living room. When everything was ready, I called the Men. Jessica and I pulled the chairs for them and They sat down. While the Men were eating, we stood at attention ready to refill their glasses or look to any other needs. Men are always to have Their needs satisfied first. Then we eat when they have had their fill. "Good girl, you did well! It's delicious!" Master praised me. "Thank you, my Lord," I answered modestly with my head respectfully bowed and eyes still on the floor. "I'm not entirely happy with the soup, though. Try adding more salt," suggested Edward. "I'm sorry Sir. Thank you, Sir," I said while Monique hurried to pass Him the salt shaker. When they finished, we pulled their chairs again and waited for further instructions. Edward dismissed us and locked up in His room. Adam was in the mood for some entertainment, so we followed Him to the living room. He seated Himself on the sofa and pointed to the floor in front of Him saying "Katniss." So I went on all fours to serve as a footstool. Then He instructed the girls to show Him, what they've learned at school and pointed to three huge dildos sticking out from the floor, installed for us to improve our felliato skills. "Honey, if I wanted a plain footstool, I'd buy one at Ikea, arch this back nicely," Master demanded kicking me with His heel, "and show me some respect properly," He added pushing my head even further down with another foot before offering me it for a gratitude kiss. "I wouldn't mind some movement down there, so shake that pretty ass of yours for me. That's right." I was trying my best to both move my butt seductively and keep my back as still as possible to provide Him comfort and obviously I was succeeding, because I felt Him slapping my ass with His foot encouragingly. My butt was bare by then, cause He had rolled my skirt up to my back as soon as I went down. "We don't need that either, do we, honey?" Master asked rhetorically, pulling the top of my uniform down with His foot, letting my heavy breast hang down and bounce a little because of the butt shaking I was doing. Then Sir focused His attention on my daughters, who were eagerly working up and down on the dildos. "Get those thighs a little wider out there! Oh yeah, good girls. Backs arched, butts sticking out. Pull the tops of your uniforms down, please, so I can see those juicy tits working. That's good. Your Daddy is proud of you, little ones. You are ready to be owned." Encouraged, the girls sped up and arched even further, but knowing better than to speak with their mouth full, didn't answer. "I'm sorry to see, that marks on your asses are nearly gone. But don't worry, we will deal with that later. You need your daily punishment to keep your heads in place." He turned TV on and sighted delighted with the three of us making every effort to meet His expectations. Domestic Discipline Ch. 02 Master sighed deeply when His news was over. "Sometimes I almost envy you, Sweetie," He said, slapping my heavy tits lightly with His foot. "The silly little life of yours. No worries, no problems. Having someone wiser to do the thinking for you." He laughed taking His feet off me and sat straight. He grabbed my chin and lifted me to a kneeling position facing Him. "All you have to worry about is what to cook for dinner and which floor to mop first." He sighed and smiled squeezing my cheeks forcefully. "Oh, my silly little girl. Such a pretty face." Sir shook my face a little then let go of it and stood up. Pleased by the compliment I remained kneeling with my head bowed deeply. "What do we have here?" Adam turned His attention to Monique and Jessica still working up and down on the dildos. "I bet you're tiny mouths are sore by now, aren't they?" He laughed warmly as He approached girls and slapped their butts playfully. "Kneel up, sweeties. I have an idea." As the girls obeyed, He placed His hands on their heads and began patting them as you would a dog. "Why don't we organize a little contest. The two of you will slide on your dildos all the way down. The one that will keep her lips pressed to the floor longer wins. What about the prize you'll ask? Hmm, let's see... Apart from making Daddy proud, the winner will be allowed to swap places with Katniss and sleep with me tonight. What do you say?" Girls looked up at my Husband smiling widely, turning heads to kiss His palms. He grabbed their ponytails and pressed their faces firmly to His crotch, chuckling. "I knew you'd like it. Then off you go. Take your places." They kneeled in front of their huge dildos sticking from the floor and folded theirs hands behind their backs. "Oh right, here we go. Ready, steady, go!" He watched amused as they eagerly forced the cocks down their throats making characteristic wet noises I knew so well. Almost immediately they started choking, saliva dripping down their chins. Sir sat down again watching the contest closely. Quickly, tears began running down the girls' cheeks and their faces turned red from effort. Finally, when I thought one of them might pass out, Monique kneeled up followed by Jessica just a few seconds later. Both of them were panting and sobbing loudly. "Now, that's what I call entertainment, don't you agree, honey?" Adam asked, squeezing one of my boobs and sending a shiver through my body. "Yes, Sir," I answered respectfully. "Alright. Jessica, congratulations. Monique I suggest you beg your younger sister later to teach you how to suck a cock. I expected more of you," He commented sternly. Under His gaze Monique lowered her head and pressed her forehead to the carpet. Jessica on the other hand remained kneeling up with her breasts thrust forward proudly. "Still, it was fun. Now, form a line in front of me. You too, honey. Turn around and grab your ankles. That's right, it's the beatings time," Sir announced cheerfully while the rest of us shivered with fear. Master had heavy hand and His punishments were never light. He believed that only a combo of fear and respect gives good results in training a woman. Sir lifted a paddle from the coffee table and approached us. He stood behind us tapping the paddle against His leg making us jump with every sound it made. "You know the rules. No moving, no begging. Your cheeks stay relaxed, you're not escaping any of this. Understood?" He asked rolling our skirts up. "Yes, Sir!" "Good. Edward! Come and see, you need to learn how to handle a woman." After several seconds my son entered the living room and stood beside His father. "May I try as well, Dad? Please, they don't let us practice on real women at school yet. They say we can't measure the strength." "What?" Adam frowned. "That's bullshit. How else are you going to learn? Of course you can try," He said passing the paddle to His son. "All right. So remember to check if they're not tensing their ass muscles. It would make the beating less hurtful so less educative as well. Take a position and strike, not very hard at first. Let's try and aim at Monique's left cheek," Adam offered, stepping aside. I heard Monique whimper in anticipation. There was a loud crack and she gasped, a tear escaping her eye and disappearing in the carpet. "That was alright, but you want to start light to not left too many bruises. You won't have your wife running around with a blue ass, will you, champ?" Master chuckled, patting Edward's arm. "Why don't you practice a little more with me watching and I'll take over for the more difficult part?" "Sure, Dad." Edward was merciless. By the time He was finished, all of us were sobbing loudly. I felt my butt burning and I was sure it was glowing red. "Great job, son. That's how you want your woman's bottom to look after a good beating. Remember, that this is only an everyday beating though. It helps women keep their heads low and build respect for you. If you have to give a real punishment, you want the woman to feel very sorry for what she's done so you have to be way harsher. Now give me the paddle and I'll finish the lesson," Adam said positioning Himself behind us. "Girls, you know what's coming. Stand with your legs apart. Farther. That's it. Bend your knees a little and grab them, arch your backs. Heads bowed. That's one of the proper position for this kind of teaching, watch closely, Edward." I whimpered in fear and more tears run down my cheeks. This was so far the worst kind of punishment I had experienced and I still couldn't get used to it. Master started with Jessica. WHACK! He smacked her pussy without as much as patting for a warm-up. WHACK! WHACK! He repeated it with Monique and me wasting no time. I squirmed in pain fighting the urge to close my legs. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Came another round. After each of us got five smacks, the punishment was finally over. "Come here, it's all over now," Sir assured us as we sank on our trembling knees crying openly. "I hope you learned something from your lesson. Edward, you can go now. They'll just thank me now and go back to their duties, nothing to watch." We crawled to Master's feet and started to cover them with kisses and tears. I kneeled up and looked at Master's face sobbing. He smiled down at me and patted my cheek with the wooden paddle. I turned my head and kissed it lovingly before going back down to worship His feet. "For the lesson to sunk in you will spend 30 minutes by the wall, as always," Master informed us after we composed ourselves a little. "Run along, form a nice line." We got up and stood by the wall leaving even intervals. "Jessica, head a little lower. That's right, you know Daddy likes His things organized. Now, press your noses to the wall and make sure those butts are sticking out properly." We obeyed and He walked over to roll our skirts up. Now all of His work with the paddle was revealed. "Keep your skirts up. Very nice. I want you to stay like this. No making sounds, no moving. Think about your place in the world and in this house. Maybe you can do something more to serve me and Edward better? Reflect. Understood?" "Yes, Sir!" "Good. Stay." Minutes were passing by and though I knew the orders, at first all I could think of was the pain in my pussy and butt. I was fighting un urge to rub my bottom but that was, of course, out of the question, so I kept lifting my skirt as ordered. When the pain became ignorable, I followed the orders and sank in deep thoughts about myself. I knew I was obedient - Adam had to give me hardly any punishment over the last years. I was at peace with myself. I embraced my role and tried to became the best at it. It wasn't hard, really - my parents and teachers taught me well. The biggest part of that education I had probably Adam to thank for - He was a great master. Stern, precise. Never overlooked any mistake I did, but punished me hard making sure it won't happen again. Only thanks to His work now I could call myself a good wife - respectful and obedient. After 30 minutes, Master told us to come and kneel in front of Him. I bowed my head especially low. I always felt a new level of respect for my Husband after His beating. And this time I felt the same towards my Son, whom I will thank later, if there is an opportunity. "Why don't you fix me a drink, Katniss?" "Naturally, Sir," I answered standing up. Master slapped my bottom hard to send me on my way. "Girls, stand up." He adjusted their outfits so it covered their boobs and butts once again. "Now smile, you look prettier like this." Girls smiled and looked at Him from under their eye lashes shyly. "Good. Kiss me good bay and off you go to your duties," He ordered slapping their cheeks lightly. Then He moved His hands back onto the armrests of His chair. Girls bended forward with their legs straight and kissed Sir's fingers lovingly. They stood back up and giggling, marched off to the master bathroom. When I returned with the drink, Master was sitting comfortably in His chair working on His laptop. He looked up at me and pointed to a coffee table. I placed the glass there and stood at attention in front of Him. "Cleaning, Honey. Run along," He ordered with a warm smile. "Oh, wait. Cover those juicy boobs of yours again, will you? I don't want them to get dirty." "Yes, Sir." I adjusted my uniform on the way to Sir's bedroom. Passing His bathroom I spotted Monique on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor. Her butt was sticking out so you could see all of her asshole and pussy. Jessica was cleaning the toilet with her head in the bowl not to overlook any dirt. "We did rise our daughters well," I thought with pride and headed to Adam's bedroom. Domestic Discipline Ch. 03 Thank you all for the feedback. Special thanks to BlackrockBoss who kindly edited the story. *** I was just organizing clothes in Master's bedroom when I heard Edward's voice. "Mom, come here! Now!" I hurried to put everything away and quickly made it to my Son's door. I knocked. "Enter." I closed the door behind me and scanned the room for disorder but found none. My girls had done a good job. Edward was sitting in front of His PC with His back turned towards me. "Get under the desk and give me a good foot rub, will you?" "Of course, Sir." When I kneeled in front of Him I looked up. "Sir, you didn't give us a chance to say thank you after your lesson. If I may say so, I'm very grateful and feel another level of respect for you after that beating. I'm proud to see that you grew up to be as stern as your father" I said and lowered my eyes back to His feet. "Oh you're welcome, mom. But, just so you know, I don't appreciate women who talk so much" He answered, bending over to smash my lips between His fingers. "I know father lets you babble whenever you want to, but I'll certainly beat it out of my woman when I'm married. I like my women hard working and quiet. It's a sign of a good servant if you can't even tell she's there, don't you think, mother?" He asked letting go of my lips to pat my head. "Yes, Sir" I answered, but stole a look at His face again and saw that despite His words He was pleased with what I said. I lowered my head and started to kiss and rub my Son's feet. It went on for a while until His mobile rang. He answered and pushed my head with His foot to the floor resting it on my left cheek. As he talked, He tapped my face lightly. When the conversation was over and He slapped my face a little bit harder as a sign to continue rubbing, I heard Adam yelling from the living room for me to come. "May I be excused, Sir?" I asked, not lifting from my position without permission. Edward sighed. "I guess I have to let you go. But I'm not pleased at all. Come here." He pointed at the floor in front of His chair. I crawled there and kneeled at attention. He lifted my face with His left hand and kept it firmly in place. "I know this is not your fault but I'm not happy with you going right now." He lifted his right hand and started to slap my face back and forth until it was hot and red. All the time He was punishing me I kept my hands folded behind my back, turning my face back to Him after each slap. "Now, thank me nicely and run along" He said, letting go of my chin. I kissed both of His hands repeatedly before I got on my feet, bent in half in a deep bow and got out of His room. I entered the living room and saw my Husband sitting in the couch watching something in TV. I stood behind the couch on His left and waited for orders, feeling my cheeks burning. Adam pointed to His feet so I knelt between them. I knew what would happen so I opened my mouth and starred at His crotch. After a few minutes I started to drool. "All right, sweetie, why don't you get down to it. Do your best." I opened His zipper with my teeth and started to kiss and lick His hard cock. Then I took it deep in my throat trying, and failing, not to gag. Adam's reaction was instinctive. He grabbed my hair, pulled me off His cock and slapped me hard across left cheek. "How many years of practice will it take for you to learn?! I thought I told you to do your best, didn't I?!" He barked irritated looking down at me, "and why is your face so red?" "Sir Edward didn't like me going when you called, Master." His expression softened. "That's my boy. I'm proud. And I like the results. You look much more submissive with your cheeks red. Anyone can tell that you just got a good face slapping. I think I'll make a habit of that, what do you think, darling?" He asked amusedly, while giving my face light but firm slaps. "You're absolutely right. Your women should display proof of what a good Master are you." "I agree. Back to work. You will swallow the whole thing this time and keep it in your throat unless ordered otherwise. Now, open wide." I obeyed and took it all the way down until my lips touched His balls. After several seconds, I started to gag so fiercely that spasms kept running through my whole body, but I didn't back up. "Alright, now back up a little just so you can breathe, then go back down again right away. That's right, I'm not going to help you, not even going to touch your head. You're on your own here." I kept facefucking myself until He took His cock out of my mouth to finish. I turned my face upwards but kept my lips closed. He liked to come onto my face. "Awww, yesss, that's right. There's nothing that says 'I'm someone's property' than wearing cum on your face" He said, smiling down at me and giving me back His cock to lick it clean. "Yes, always clean after yourself. Now, smear my cum all over your face. You'll sleep like this tonight, what do you say?" "Naturally, Sir. Thank you, Sir." "That's what I thought" He laughed, patting me on the head. Then He leaned back on the sofa and stretched out His legs. "Why don't you express your gratitude by licking my feet while I'm enjoying my afterglow? And then we'll call it a night." I sank down on my knees and started to kiss and lick Master's feet with hand folded behind my back. At one point He told me to lift my face and stay still. He then slapped my face with His foot a couple of times and told me to kneel up. With His permission, I followed Him to the bathroom. "I need to piss, honey. Open up." I took His penis in my mouth and did my best to swallow every drop of His piss. The last gulp I kept in my mouth for a moment, swirling it around to really feel the taste. "Good girl, I like how you respect everything I give you." Adam smiled down at me, patting my cheek. I smiled back at Him, looking lovingly into His eyes. "Since you went out of your way to taste my piss, you won't brush your teeth tonight. It'll match the cum on your face. What do you say?" "Thank you, Sir." Adam cleaned himself with my assistance and I followed Him to His bedroom. There we found our daughters already kneeling on both sides of the bed with foreheads pressed to the floor and asses sticking out. "Ah, yes, I forgot that Jessica is sleeping with me tonight. Jessica, hop in, you'll sleep by my feet. Monique and Katniss on the floor. Monique, lights." I curled down on a rug by Adam's bed. I woke up feeling my face being slapped. I looked up and saw that Adam reached with His foot to my face while still lying in His bed. It was the middle of the night. "Come here this instant, Katniss. I need to piss," came the husky voice of my Husband. I lifted the covers and took His penis into my mouth. I gulped down everything and licked it clean afterwards. When I kneeled back up Adam was asleep again.