Page 132 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

As a teenager, he had discovered his interest in being a Daddy Dom, but had never experienced being a Daddy in real life. He’d read enough stories, watched plenty of videos, and fantasized enough to know what he was doing. He had also never shared with Cassie his interest in it because he wasn’t really sure how she would react. She loved the times that he’d been dominant in bed, and hoped she would respond to what he was going to suggest with as much enthusiasm.

Doubtful.

As time had gone on and she’d gotten brattier and had her tantrums, he’d realized it might be just what she needed, and what they needed to save their marriage. She definitely needed some regular discipline. There was no doubt about that.

She was the perfect fit to be his Little girl. She was small and moody, with natural Little tendencies she didn’t even realize she had. He’d picked up on them right away when they had met.

“We’re almost there, baby girl,” he said, squeezing her hand.

She eyed him out of the corner of her sunglasses. “Good. I need to pee again.”

Her tone was dry, and she seemed uninterested in having any kind of conversation other than the necessary comments. It always seemed like she wanted to pick a fight, but he always did his best not to react in a way that would make it worse. He refused to have a volatile relationship where they were always fighting. Instead, he hoped his plan to add regular discipline as part of their marriage would encourage her to think twice before acting out toward him in the future.

Making a right turn, Brady drove slowly down a bumpy gravel road toward the remote cabin he’d rented. It was a place one of his coworkers raved about. He wanted it to be as remote as possible so he and Cassie could really unplug for the weekend and just be together. He was pretty sure there would be no cell signal out where they were going, and there was no Wi-Fi. The advertisement for the cabin used that as a selling point for people wanting to shut out the digital world, and that was precisely what he wanted for the weekend.

The cabin was nearly a mile down the gravel road, and he could see Cassie squirming in her seat. The bumpy road was probably not helping her need to pee, and he had to force himself not to grin with amusement. She didn’t say anything as he drove until he pulled up in front of the log cabin and parked.

“Finally,” she said as she got out of the car and scanned the cabin.

It didn’t look like anything special from the outside, but he knew from the pictures it was gorgeous and comfortable on the inside. Brady got out and opened the trunk, pulling out the suitcase he’d packed for the weekend. Cassie was fidgeting by the front door as he took his time pulling the other bags out of the car. He was enjoying seeing his girl squirm, and at the same time, was surprised she hadn’t snapped at him for not opening the door quickly enough.

Brady carried the bags to the porch and entered the code for the front door. He swung the door open for Cassie to walk in before him and followed her inside.

Chapter 3

Cassie

The further out Brady had driven, the more irritated she’d felt about this whole weekend idea. They’d barely said anything the entire drive except when she’d told him she needed to go to the bathroom. When they arrived at the cabin, she was relieved to finally be out of the car. The cabin was beautifully decorated inside, with rustic touches and exquisite views through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Cassie found the bathroom and felt better when she finished. She wandered around to check out all the amenities. The tub in the main bathroom was big enough for at least two people, and the tiled shower was gigantic, with several sprayers that would spray a person every which way. She looked forward to a soak in the tub later on. When she walked back out to the living room, Brady was sitting on the couch.

“Have you found the Wi-Fi password? I have no service,” she said, holding up her cell phone.

Brady shook his head. “There’s no Wi-Fi.”

He sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees as she scowled at him.

“What do you mean there’s no Wi-Fi? What kind of vacation is this? What am I supposed to do all weekend? This is bullshit, Brady.”

“Stop,” Brady said sharply, catching her off guard.

She froze and stared down at him. She’d never heard him talk in such a stern voice.

“Cassie, we need to talk.”

She felt her anger rise to the surface.

“Oh, here we go. You brought me out here to tell me you’re done with me. Why the fuck couldn’t you do that back home so I could actually leave?” She was nearly yelling.

“Cassie, stop it, now. Sit down,” Brady said in a slightly raised voice.

The steel in his tone was so firm that she instantly sat down. She opened her mouth to say something, but he held up his hand and shook his head.

“I’m going to talk, and you’re going to listen. Both you and I know we have been distant lately, and I’ve been working more so I haven’t been home as much. We have an issue in our marriage, and I brought you here this weekend because we need to fix it. I want my wife back.”

A lump started forming in her throat. It killed her inside knowing they were failing.

“Cassie, since we got married, your attitude has been getting worse and worse. You have tantrums, you treat me like crap, you try to start fights, and quite frankly, you’ve been acting like a childish brat. I haven’t been doing my part in leading you as I promised I would when we got married, but that is going to change.

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