Continuing into Domestic Discipline

You have seen me write about domestic discipline many times. I not only believe in the concept for many couples but I think those who embrace the change in their lifestyle are brave people indeed. I have no doubt the very notion is so tough to do. Imagine going from a situation where you’re considered equals – you can scream at each other, saying nasty things with no consequences. You can lie about charging up the credit card or the speeding ticket you received. You can stay late at work with no thought to your partner.

Then you realize you have to do something different or lose the one you love. The white-shirtchange will be dramatic and difficult and heartbreaking and… You both have to talk constantly as well as remind yourself that this isn’t easy and its not going to happen over night. You aren’t going to be able to easily fall into the lifestyle. You will have missteps and mistakes and tears and anger and… Well, you get the point. The second in my Domestic Discipline trilogy is getting ready to come out so here’s a taste of the couple as they continue on their journey and the decisions they both continue to face.



The single word texted always sent shivers racing down her spine. My God. He’d found out. How? When? What? The phone call a few minutes ago had confirmed her suspicions and now the how was irrelevant. She’d told him the first thing that came to her mind and ended the call quickly. Some might say she hung up on him. Shannon could feel the color draining from her face. Dear God, two weeks had passed and he hadn’t said a word. Not a single word. Well, hell, he hadn’t been home in almost two weeks. She wasn’t entirely certain whether or not he’d slept at the office or somewhere else. Snorting, she glared at her cell phone. Why was she thinking something so horrible? Because you don’t trust him any longer.

Fuck me. Goddamn that was so true. Sadly the notion as well as the continued nightmares kept her awake, her mind reeling. She’d come close to following him on more than one occasion, resisting at the last minute. Was she really acting out like a spoiled child to garner his attention? Shannon held the phone in her hand, her finger brushing back and forth across the screen. She heard her foot tapping aimlessly on the floor, the soft thud her toe was making on the dense carpet matching the rapid thumping of her heart against her chest wall.

Ever since she and David had begun this journey her reaction was the same. It didn’t matter what she was doing, where she was or even the friends she was with. When her husband texted her name she knew exactly what the single word meant. She was getting a spanking.

Oh yes she deserved getting one for punishment. There wasn’t a single doubt in her mind. What she wasn’t certain of was how he found out about her infraction. Now she wished she’d simply told him, not lied around everything. She’d been doing much more of that lately, lying — that and acting out. She searched her mind for how he could have found out then remembered. She’d left the damn ticket on her nightstand My slave 2since she was going to have to go to court or pay it outright. Shit. Shit. Shit!

Groaning, she eased the phone to her forehead and of course knew exactly why he was pissed. No, she could even sense the inflection in the text. David was livid. Of course she couldn’t blame him. The thought she’d even tried to get away with not telling him about the ticket was bad enough. Then to lie about it when he asked what was going on was reprehensible. She’d ceased lying to him months before. Why now? Because you know what he’ll say and how disappointed he’s going to be. And you know you need a spanking.

The thought was true enough. She deserved more than just a spanking. In fact, she hadn’t had a hard whipping in a solid three weeks. The playful one during the single time they’d made love was nothing in comparison to what she deserved. They’d forgone the concept of maintenance spankings simply because David’s business was booming and the late hours precluded keeping up with yet another chore. Now she wished they hadn’t stopped.

The arguments had increased as well as the same fears about his infidelity. Was he really working all those long hours? Her trust wasn’t where it should be. Maybe that’s why she was lashing out lately, lying. Maybe that’s why they had fallen back into the old way. No sex. No communication. No peace. At times there was little of nothing, including time spent together. She’d tried to talk to him, tried to tell him she was lonely and needed more from him but he’d called her selfish. He was right. She was supposed to be supporting her husband’s endeavors, not acting like a two year old. Now this. Was she being like a spoiled child trying to garner attention? Maybe.

God. There were so many maybes in their life, one she’d tried…no they’d both tried to save, for about five seconds. A blip in time of trying something extraordinary had led to what? Shannon was no longer certain.

Nibbling on her bottom lip she glared at the phone again, trying to debate how to answer him. Every single part of her body was trembling. He had this effect on her and had since they’d changed their lifestyle almost four months before. Her previous willful ways were slipping back into their every day lives. Why? Didn’t she care enough to maintain some level of obedience without his firm hand across her naked ass? “You’re an idiot.” Saying the words about herself out loud didn’t make her feel any better. She glanced at her desk again. There was so much work to do. Too much. But there was no way she was going to get anything done today. Nada. Zippo.

Her hand shaking, she finally answered. Yes, sir? “Oh that’s terrific.” Shannon sniffed and punched on her keyboard, pulling up her emails. Bogged down by the day to day necessities of being a partner in a prestigious law firm was supposed to have its perks. Lately she simply felt like a punching bag with her staff as well as her clients. Maybe that’s why she’d made some very irrational decisions as of late. She eased down in the chair, her nerves on edge, and opened the latest email. “Oh fuck.” This wasn’t what she needed to see at all.

The Miller case was not only draining her energy and attention away from her other clients but also about fifty percent of the administrative staff’s as well. She was tired Decision_Cover-smallof the tirades from one pissed off man who thought every person on the face of the earth was out to get him. But he wasn’t her client. The homeowner’s association was. Racism. What a ridiculous concept to use. The wedge had divided an entire community. She avoided a snap answer and pushed her keyboard back. The jerk needed his comeuppance and then some.

“Asshole.” Shannon lowered her head and thought about the upcoming court date. She was having so much difficulty focusing on her tasks. Every day brought a new challenge and in truth she wasn’t handling anything exceptionally well. Laughing, she brushed her hand through her hair realizing she was sweating, the effect making her hair damp to the touch. My God she was nervous. Another glance at the black screen on the phone reminded her what she was anxiously waiting for. David’s answer. David’s request. David’s demand.


Honor and obey. Those were the two words Shannon Parker had committed to when signing the contract and entering into an alternative lifestyle with her husband. Embracing the challenges of domestic discipline with David was without a doubt a last ditch effort to save their crumbling marriage. Discipline and a strict regimen helped her focus and for a few weeks everything was almost perfect. Almost. Then she began to unravel, the willful and highly opinionated woman she’d been bleeding through her newfound restraints. She needed more from him and he simply wasn’t available, so she made a series of choices. Now there was a new word and it was ugly. Betrayal.

David was confused, concerned about his growing resentment toward her lack of obedience and his need to take more control. Instead of being the mentor and teacher she so craved, he was nothing more than an argumentative spouse, allowing Shannon to break the rules. His business booming, time restraints alone kept him for pursuing his dominant role. But there was more. Guilt. Something he was going to have to face in an effort to bring them closer together. When her behavior became increasingly childish, he was determined to tame her – until one fateful night, one that opened his eyes to the woman hiding behind an obvious mask.

A damaged marriage, broken trust and two souls bent on achieving more. Coming to terms with the state of their marriage wasn’t easy, and the decision made was difficult as well as life changing yet again. Finally, they both had to face haunting secrets. Was it too late to save something so precious?

This is the second in the trilogy series starting with Anticipation. Look for the stunning conclusion in the upcoming months.

I hope you enjoyed…

Kisses and spanks



About Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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