Page 134 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

She could feel herself trembling, and her voice shook as she spoke.

“Cassie, it’s too late for you to offer to work on changing your attitude. I love you too, baby, but I can’t live like this anymore. I won’t be treated like this for the rest of my life. I told you earlier what the options are, and unless you’re willing to at least try to submit to me and be my Little girl, we have nothing more to talk about.”

His voice was calm but firm. She felt her shoulders sag, and tears began to fall from her eyes. Brady left her where she was standing and walked toward the kitchen.

Going back to the main bedroom, Cassie closed herself in the room and crawled into the soft bed. She was still in her clothes, and she hadn’t eaten since breakfast, but she didn’t care. Her heart was shattered, and she couldn’t blame anyone but herself.

Brady had always been so loving and had tried so hard to make her happy, but she took him for granted. She always pushed his buttons, sometimes on purpose, trying to get a reaction out of him, and she didn’t even know why or what reaction she wanted. Now that he was reacting, she didn’t know what to do about it.

A soft knock on her door brought her out of her thoughts.

“Come in,” she said, wiping her tears.

Brady opened the door and walked in, holding a small plate in his hand.

“Here, you haven’t eaten all day. I’m going to bed. We’ll leave first thing tomorrow.”

He set the plate on the nightstand next to the bed and walked out of the room, shutting the door gently. Cassie felt her heart sink. Looking over at the nightstand, she saw a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with the crust cut off on the small pink plastic plate. He always did sweet stuff like that, and she’d never appreciated it.

Cassie ate a few bites of the sandwich and replayed their day in her head. He said he wanted her to submit to him and be his Little girl. Why would that make a difference in their relationship? As shocked as she had been that he’d talked so sternly to her earlier, it also made her tummy do somersaults when he took control like that. He'd never spoken to her that way, and she kind of wished he had, because then maybe she wouldn’t act out the way she did all the time. Was that what it would be like if he were her Daddy?

Would submitting to her husband be that bad? She’d read plenty of books that had dominance and submission in them, and even a few Daddy and Little books, but she’d never even imagined those kinds of things were actually something that happened in real life. There was a difference between fiction and reality, and she didn’t know how she felt about being treated as a Little girl. Or being spanked. Part of her hated it and part of her was squirming inside at the thought of it.

After only eating half the sandwich, she put the plate aside and pulled the covers up to her chin. She wasn’t tired, and she couldn’t stop thinking about Brady. Was she willing to try something that would take away her control so they could save their marriage?

Chapter 4

Brady

Leaving Cassie in the large bedroom when he’d taken her a sandwich had been one of the hardest things he’d ever done. She’d looked as though her whole world was ending when he’d walked in, and it had killed him inside not to comfort her.

He loved her, but he hadn’t been happy for a while, and it was evident she wasn’t, either. Something had to change, and he knew her trying to be better would only result in a good couple of weeks before she would go back to having the same terrible attitude. He had to stay strong and see this through, even if it meant divorce.

He'd expected her not to like the idea of being his Little, but he’d hoped that when he gave her the ultimatum, she would agree to at least try it. That’s all he wanted, for her to try. For her to show that he was as important to her as she was to him. It broke his heart that she wasn’t even willing to try for the sake of their marriage. He should have expected her answer to be no. She always wanted him to be the one to give in instead of her giving in to anything.

Brady stripped down to his boxer briefs and pulled the covers back, climbing into bed. He didn’t expect he’d be able to sleep much, but he was mentally and emotionally drained. He wondered where he’d gone wrong with Cassie, and what he could have done differently in their relationship so it never would have gotten to the point it was now. He should have been firmer with her from the beginning, and maybe introduced her to being Little earlier in their relationship. He should have started disciplining her when she had her tantrums. Maybe that would have helped, and maybe she would respect him more if he had.

He finally drifted to sleep sometime in the middle of the night, but it wasn’t a restful sleep. He woke up a little after six with the sun beating in the window. It was quiet in the house. Only the sound of birds chirping in the distance broke up the silence.

He wondered how Cassie had slept and how she would act toward him on the drive home. He hoped she would be nonconfrontational, but knowing Cassie, she might not be as quiet as she was the night before.

Brady lay in bed for a bit longer, trying to think of what he was going to do with his life going forward without Cassie. After a while, he heard footsteps in the hallway that stopped in front of his door, and then a light knock.

“Come in.”

He sat up in bed, and when Cassie walked in, she looked as though she hadn’t slept a wink all night. He wanted to hold her and rock her to sleep, and if he were her Daddy, he would.

“Can we talk, please?” she asked politely.

She stood near the door and waited for his approval. He was pleased that she was calm.

“Yes. Come, sit down.”

He patted the mattress, and she looked relieved. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, not looking at him.

“Brady, I love you with all my heart. I don’t want to lose you or lose our marriage. We fell in love with each other and still love each other. I was up all night thinking, and I realized I have been horrible to you the past couple of years. I don’t have an explanation as to why. You treat me like a princess, and I have taken that for granted.”

He didn’t agree or disagree. Instead, he waited for her to continue.

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