Page 326 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“A-ahh?” She was panting and pumping her adorable hips, making the most beautiful sight, her slender back arched, her beautiful, reddened bottom undulating in his lap, her face with the look of a woman in the throes of ecstasy.

He started to spank her continuously but lightly, which made her go wild, grinding her hips into him and moaning. It took no time at all to bring her to orgasm with the gentle spanking and sex and afterward he nudged her up to all fours so he could finish.

When he was spent, he fell back on the bed and pulled her little body down on top of his, running his hands lightly up and down her back. She was blissed out for a while, but then she finally stirred. She rested her chin on her hands on top of his chest and gazed at him.

“So, Dom, I'm not sure what to think about those blogs. I mean, it seemed like some of those people really think the man knows best.” She sat up, suddenly and straddled him. “Do you think that?” she said with an accusatory tone.

He laughed. “Of course not. Look, those people exist whether they're practicing domestic discipline or not. From what I read, there are as many different flavors of it as there are people.”

She was still eyeing him suspiciously. “I mean, I don't know what to think. Admitting it turns me on is one thing, allowing my husband or boyfriend to make all the decisions and vowing to obey him is another. I mean, I consider myself a feminist. I wasn't planning on taking my husband's last name.”

He shook his head. “Don't get wrapped up in some philosophical discussion with people you don't even know. Bottom line is that they're all a bunch of spankos and they're making it real with domestic discipline.”

She chewed her lip, then smiled. “You're right. They also all claim that the submission has improved their marriages.”

He nodded. “Well, I can believe that. It certainly will end every argument, right? And it's extraordinarily intimate—more intimate than sex sometimes, don't you think?”

She flushed and nodded.

“So I can see how that could pull couples closer or straighten them out if they were having problems, can't you?”

“You've had real domestic discipline relationships,” she said.

“Yes,” he said slowly. “I'm not sure they were the same flavor as what's out there today.”

“So do you think that the man is meant to be in charge?” she demanded.

He hesitated. “Listen. Men and women were different then. The whole dynamic was different. The men were real men. Because they were either working their asses off to put food on their family's table, or if they came from privilege, they were responsible for being master to all the servants and serfs in addition to their wives and children. Either way, men had to be in charge.”

“Which were you?”

“Which…? Oh. The latter. I was an aristocrat—the Count of Parma.”

Kate raised her eyebrows at that. “Hence your last name?”

“Yep. I had vineyards and a winery—more than a hundred servants and peasants I was responsible for.” He shrugged. “So I was accustomed to giving orders and making sure I was obeyed. “It wasn't that we thought of women as lesser creatures. It wasn't that way at all. We revered them as different. As special.

“But there was an imbalance of power, and it was necessary for things to evolve the way they have. I don't think we've achieved the right balance yet. Now, women are acting like men and men are acting like women and although the laws and society are far more favorable for women, it seems to me like things are still off. I don't know what the answer is precisely, but I think it goes back to celebrating the differences between women and men instead of trying to blur the lines.”

Kate took his hand in hers and brought his fingers to her mouth, nibbling gently on one of them. He smiled at her, fondly.

“Kate, I have to tell you that some of my reservations about our relationship are around these issues.”

She stiffened, as he knew she would. He stroked her thigh to reassure her.

“Obviously it was clear from the start that we were heading into a dominant/submissive relationship. And it seemed to me like you didn't really need any more practice being submissive. And the power balance between us is completely skewed. I'm your boss, for God's sake! Not to mention I'm older, wealthier and of course, physically stronger.”

“So?” she said warily.

“So, I just don't know if I'm good for you. At all.”

He saw an angry look appearing on her face and she moved as if to dismount. He grabbed her hip and pulled her back. “That's why I've been using my dominance to insist on you developing your own assertiveness.”

He felt a flicker of hurt from her, then she stared at him thoughtfully. “You have, haven't you?” she said with a note of wonder. He felt a warm blast of love from her. She lowered her body onto his and nestled her face against his neck, whispering, “Thank you, I think.”

Chapter Eight

It was Dom who had taught Fox about intuition. It was not a vampire skill, per se. Dom had been psychic before he was turned, but using his psychic abilities as a vampire made him physically ill. Even so, he had given Fox the basics of how to tune into his own intuition, before Fox had been turned. After he'd been turned, he'd cautioned him about using those skills, which had never made sense to Fox. From what he could understand, Dom experienced a blackness and a kind of pain when he tapped into his inner knowing. He personally had never experienced any such thing. But he would guess Dom's trouble with it was part of what pushed him to study all the consciousness expansion that he did.

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