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This site is made up by 3 woman that have bonded a great online friendship and who love writing. We decided to share our writings with others. We are opening up a Christian Domestic Discipline fictional story website..
These Stories will contain situations that could come up in day to day lives between married, engaged or dating couples that practice CDD (Christian Domestic Discipline.

There will be chapter books where you can grow in their lives on how women learn to be submissive wives and the couples as they deal with life as a couple and the problems that crop up in their lives.

It will also contain short stories. This blog will excerpt from a chapter for each book written. You can go to the site to read the full books. You do need to register but it is a free site.

There will be no BDSM. This will strictly be clean Christian based writing. There will be spanking but no overt sexual content; any sexual references will be discreet in nature. We do not deal in pornographic material, soft or otherwise.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Excerpt from Dani and Betti



Dani turned from the corner and walked toward her husband.  She was not in a mood to submit to her husband’s discipline.  She went and stood beside his right knee as she was required to do when she was going to be spanked.  Zeke took hold of her left hand, looked into her eyes and asked, “Dani, tell me why you are getting spanked.”


            “I’m getting spanked because my sister made me mad!  Why do I have….”


            “DANI!” Zeke thundered.


            “But she….” Dani tried to get out, but Zeke didn’t give her a chance.  He gave her hand a tug and pulled her down across his knee.


            “Now what was that you were saying?” he asked with the palm of his hand resting on her bottom.  


            “But it….” she started again, only to gasp as his hand left her bottom and came down with a resounding slap on her bottom, followed by another resounding slap and then another.  “Umph,” involuntarily escaped her lips.


            “Now. I will ask you again.  WHY are you getting a spanking?  And you had better answer me properly young lady!” said Zeke as he rested the flat of his palm on her bottom ready to apply more slaps to her bottom if she didn’t answer him properly.


            “I’m getting spanked because I allowed my sister to make me made and because I yelled at her,” she finally said.


            “Good.  Why else?”


            “Because you warned me to get myself under control earlier and I didn’t and when you told me not to speak other than to say Yes Sir or No Sir, I disobeyed you,” she said sullenly.


            “Any other reason?”


            “And because I have a bad attitude,” she finally said.


            “Good girl.  Now let’s get this done,” he said, starting to smack her on her bottom.  He spanked her soundly for a couple of minutes over her skirt, then he paused and reached down to lift her skirt, revealing her panty clad bottom.  Her bottom was getting pink from the attention it had received thus far.  He started spanking her again over her panties.  He spanked her firmly and soundly.  SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… “I will not put up” SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… “with this continued sibling rivalry” SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… “that is constantly going on between” SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… “you and your sister!  You are both adults” SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… “and it’s time you both started acting like it!” SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… SMACK.  “I am tired of having to play” SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… “referee between the two of you!”  SMACK… SMACK… SMACK…  Pausing to pull down her panties, he rested his hand on her reddening bottom. “I understand what she did was wrong.  But no matter her behavior, it doesn’t give you license to behave in such a childish manner.  You have been warned before about letting her get to you.  You have been punished for it before.  Still you continue to let her get to you.  I won’t have it!  Do you understand?”


            Still angry at being spanked for something her sister started, Dani didn’t immediately respond.  SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… SMACK….  “I asked you a question Dani!” 


            “Yes Sir,” she mumbled with an edge to her voice. 


            “You still aren’t learning are you?”  SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… He started spanking her bottom again.  As he spanked her bottom went from dark pink to red.  As he continued to spank, determined to break through the anger that kept her from submitting to the spanking, her bottom continued to get redder and as her bottom got redder and he continued to spank, she eventually started to cry out and to try to move out of the way of the blows landing on her bottom.  He was finally getting through her anger and her anger wasn’t protecting her from the pain of the spanking any longer.  He paused to tighten his grip around her waist and secure her legs with his right leg.  He had already had to grasp her right hand because she had tried to block him from spanking her.  SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… SMACK…. He resumed spanking her.  Then he resumed lecturing her.  “I will not have you disobeying me.” SMACK…. SMACK… SMACK…  “If you continue to behave in such a childish manner” SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… “you will be treated like a child.”  SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… “Do you understand?”  Finally, she stopped fighting and lay there and accepted her spanking. 


            “Yessss sssirrrr!” she cried.

Gracie - for the rest of the story

Monday, January 24, 2011

Excerpt from Lady Sarah

Shortly after Anna left there was a soft knock on the door and Bridget came in to check on Sarah.  “You look beautiful in that dress.”

Sarah just glared back at her, she did not want the complement.  She wanted to be angry.

Bridget sighed and tried again, “Mathew and Adam are waiting downstairs for you.  If you are ready I came to walk you downstairs.”

Sarah scowled, “and if I am not ready?”

Bridget never lost her pleasant smile though it became a bit more forced.  “What do you have left to do, I will help you?”

“I don’t have anything left to do, but I will never be ready to go downstairs to that man.”  Sarah turned her back on Bridget and walked to the window.  She did not look back at her.

“Sarah, please don’t be like this, you are married to Adam.  You are going to his home today, your new home.  You can’t stay in this room and refuse to go with your husband.”

“Watch me!” Sarah practically shouted at Bridget but still never turned around to look at her.

Bridget sighed and left the room to inform Adam about Sarah’s refusal to come down.
            Adam already knew his willful little wife was being stubborn but he waited for Bridget to come down and explain the situation to Mathew and himself.

Mathew shook his head, “I will go get her.”

“No.” Adam said, “She is my wife now and I must deal with her temper tantrums.  I’ll bring her down as soon as everything is ready for us to leave.  Until then let her sulk.”

Adam was annoyed with his wife but he had expected this and there was no getting around it.  She was a spoiled brat used to getting her way and it was his job to correct this attitude in her.  He walked outside to make sure everything was ready to leave.  One of the servants was saddling Sarah’s horse but Adam stopped him.

“She will ride in the carriage today.  Put her saddle with her belongings in the second carriage.  Make sure it is not anywhere near her horse.  Then tie Spice to the back of the carriage.”  Once he was sure that everything was ready Adam went back inside to collect his wife.
            Adam walked upstairs to her room, he did not knock, he simply tried to open the door.  Sarah had bolted it shut and would not answer anyone’s knocks.  Adam was beginning to lose his temper with his little wife.  He took a deep breath and contemplated his next move.  Making a decision he went back outside.

Sarah heard him walk away from the door and smiled to herself.  She was winning this fight and felt very good about annoying him, refusing to give in to him or his demands to open the door.  She sat on the bed and waited for another knock to come.  The next one she heard at the door was Bridget.  She was trying to reason with Sarah.  Sarah answered her but would not open the door.  While Bridget was keeping her attention at the door, Sarah failed to realize that Mathew was helping Adam to climb up to her window and come into her room that way.  She was arguing with Bridget when she felt someone behind her and spun around to see her husband glaring down at her.  The stern look on his face made her take a step backwards and her resolve to be stubborn slipped ever so slightly.  Once she regained her composure though she stepped forward and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring back at him.
            Adam took no notice of her evil glare.  It did not make him even flinch or back down even a little bit.  He walked past her, unlocked the door.  Then Adam turned around and lifted his wife off her feet, not in the sweet way he had the previous night but threw her over his shoulder and carried her down the steps and into the courtyard.  Sarah was shocked at first but then began to struggle and fight.  She was hitting him in the back, twisting left and right to get away from him.  Adam took no notice of her punching him or kicking.  Her squeals fell on completely deaf ears.  When she twisted too hard and he almost lost his grip on her he simply reached over with his other hand and swatted her hard on her upturned bottom.

“Hold still or I might drop you,” he growled at her.

He only swatted her once but it was such a shock that she quieted, not sure what to do next.  The effect did not last long and she began to struggle again but did not twist as hard.  Adam carried her to the carriage and put her inside, he had intended to ride with his men but decided that he would have to stay with her until she stopped trying to get away from him.  Holding the door shut against her protests, he turned to give instructions to tie his horse next to hers and say goodbye to Mathew and Bridget.
            Sarah was pulling on the door with both hands but Adam was holding it closed and she could not budge it against his strength.  She was making such a scene that all of Adam’s men were staring at her in disbelief.  No woman they had ever met would act the way this one did towards her husband.  When Adam was ready he opened the door and got inside the carriage, pushing Sarah further inside by his mere presence.  She was so angry and in such a temper by this time that she was almost completely out of control.  Adam motioned to his men and the procession left her childhood home behind and moved towards her new life.  If only her childhood attitude would be as easy to leave behind.
            Sarah yelled, she ranted, she threw a fit…..Adam did not respond to any of it.  The more he ignored her tantrum the angrier she became until finally she was so annoyed from being ignored that she slapped him as hard as she could.  This got Adam to respond to her, but not in the way she had expected.  They had been traveling for an hour or so when she slapped him.  He looked very angry at her, and there was a sad determination in his eyes.  He whistled to his men and had them stop.  Then he got out of the carriage and pulled Sarah out after him.  He held her hand tightly in his and walked her into the forest away from his men.

Once he was sure he was out of sight he found a fallen log and sat on it.  Then he pulled Sarah over his knee in one swift motion as easily as if she were made of feathers.  She demanded to be let up but he did not release her.  Adam swatted her several times to get her attention.  He wanted her to become still so he could talk to her and he knew she would hear nothing until he got her a bit calmer.  Swat, swat, swat, swat.  The thin fabric of the dress provided her almost no protection.

 “Are you ready to settle down yet?” Adam asked her.

Out of breath from trying to get away she stilled across his lap, trying to figure out what to do now.  No one had ever dared to spank her and here this man was holding her in such an undignified position that she was completely helpless to stop him.

“That’s better,” Adam said when she had stopped fighting him, “I think there are a few things we need to get straight right now.  I love you but that does not mean that I intend to let you get your way all the time.  There are rules in my house and you will follow them.  If you defy me, disobey me or are disrespectful you will find yourself over my knee getting your bottom soundly spanked.  There will always be consequences to bad behavior and you need to learn this right now.”

Sarah was angry, she was incensed that he would dare to do this to her.  She began struggling to get away from him again with renewed strength.  Adam wasted no more time but began to spank her again.

“you,” smack “will,” smack “stop,” smack “acting,” smack “like,” smack “a,” smack “spoiled,” smack “child.”

Adam swatted her several more times over her dress until there was a stinging heat radiating through the material.  Then he reached down and lifted her dress and began again on her undergarments.  When he raised her dress she was shocked at how much less protection the undergarments seemed to provide her from his hand.  She began to think his hand must be made of iron because it was so very hard on her poor bottom.   Sarah shrieked and began to call him every name she could think of but this only got her swatted more.  Adam showed no signs of stopping.  He simply sighed and lifted her undergarments out of the way as well, revealing her already red bottom.

“My,” smack “wife,” smack “will,” smack “not,” smack “use,” smack “such,” smack “language!”

He never missed a beat, smacking first one side and then the other then he concentrated on the area where her bottom met her thigh and she began squeal again.  After a few more minutes she stopped fighting him, she was crying for all she was worth and had accepted that she could not get away from him.  Adam stopped spanking her when Sarah’s struggles had stopped then turned her to sit on his lap.

Dee Dee - for the rest of the story

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Excerpt from Alexis

The next couple of weeks seemed to go by smoothly. He had jokingly said a few times he was going to put her over his knee if she didn’t behave. He thought that was a good idea to see her reactions. She really didn’t take him seriously but would smile and then calm down.  They were spending more and more time together and not just at work.  She had even gone to church with him and loved it.  She met some friends of Thorpe’s that seemed to have a WONDERFUL marriage and she hoped God would give her the same kind of marriage. 


Time passed and it was Friday afternoon again.  She got a phone call from a very upset client.  The client had ordered some clothing that he did not receive yesterday as he thought he would.  He had sent her a few emails a couple weeks ago but had been on vacation and knew that Alexis was very good at her job and she would get it done even though he hadn’t heard from her.  She explained to the client that she too had been gone and had said that he would receive the shipment in two days for half price and no shipping cost.  She was furious because this was her reputation.


She went storming into Thorpe’s office where he was talking to another employee and started going off on him.  


She screamed,  “You don’t care about my reputation!  You should have told me you needed help!” She was just not happy. 


Thorpe just sat there, very disturbed that she was firstly, rude for not even knocking and, secondly, disrespectful by screaming at him in front of an employee. When she was done with her outburst she stormed out of his office.  Twenty minutes later Thorpe came into her office.  


“Alexis, your behavior was unacceptable and I will take care of it later,”


then he walked out of her office.  She didn’t take her face out of the computer or listen to him the entire time he was in her office nor when he was speaking, but when he left the room she thought, 


“What does he mean he will take care of it later?”


 The rest of the day they stayed away from each other.  He wanted to get his anger under control because he knew what he had to do tonight and didn’t want to be angry while doing it.  She stayed away because she was still fuming.


They both stayed late at the office way after everyone else went home. 


 He came into her office and said, “Alexis, you need to see me before you leave the office so we can talk about your behavior earlier in my office”.  


 That just made her madder.  She didn’t want to talk to him,so when it was time to leave, as she was getting ready to walk out the door, 


he caught her and said “where are you going? I told you to come to my office before you leave. That’s more disrespect, not just to your boss but to your boyfriend”. 


She thought a minute, “did he just say he was my boyfriend?”  That kind of felt good to her.  She kept walking to the door ignoring him.  


He spoke again more firmly, “Alexis Anne Johnson you are only making things worse for yourself, in my office NOW!”  


She jumped, startled, “WOW!!! No one has called me that in years.” Something about his stern voice told her she had better listen so she went into his office.  He proceeded to tell her that he was talking to her as her boyfriend and future husband. 


Future husband?” she thought to herself.   


He went on to say the level of disrespect she showed today was very unacceptable and that he had to take care of her behavior.  He sat on the edge of a big office chair and said, “Come here right now”.  


She was just stunned as to everything that was going on.  First he said he was her boyfriend, then future husband, and then he said he was going to take care of her behavior? He must not be feeling well.  


When she didn’t move, he said, “Alexis Anne Johnson when I tell you to do something you do it because if I come to you, you will NOT like it”. 


 Alexis reluctantly went to him not yet comprehending what he was going to do.  Before she knew it, he put her over his knee and started to smack her bottom with his hand, first one cheek, then the other.  


She yelled, “Thorpe stop it this instance! What are you doing?”  He stopped for a minute and she thought, “Okay, he’s listening to me.” 


He then slipped her skirt up and began to smack some more on her undergarments since they are not married so bare bottom is not appropriate.  


As he smacked her bottom, he told her, “I will not tolerate your behavior and every time you act like that, this is what you will get and each time it will be worse.” 


She started to cry saying, “please Thorpe, please stop!” 




 Her bottom was getting fiery and he could see the red through her thin panties.  After a few minutes she stopped asking him to stop and he could tell she was giving in.    


He gave her a couple more smacks and said, “Do you understand why I’m doing this and that this will happen every time you show disrespect towards me and it will not be tolerated’?


She said, “Yes Sir”. 


 He sat her up and hugged her and kissed her.  He told her all was forgiven. He knew she was probably confused so he told her that was what she needed.  He went on to say he loved her very much that was why he could not allow her to act that way.   


Then he said,  “Go gather yourself and we will go to dinner”.


DAISY - for the rest of the story

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Excerpt from Callie

Callie was still in her room, refusing anything to eat.  She had accepted water but that was all.  She didn’t feel like she could put any food into her stomach.  Her stomach was full of butterflies and tied in knots dreading Owen’s return.  She still burned with humiliation that the officers had heard him threaten to spank her and he’d likely not make them leave, so then she would have to endure them hearing her being spanked.  She’d never live it down!

            The dreaded knock came on the door. 
“Callie? It’s Owen.  Are you decent?” he called softly but firmly through the door.  

She didn’t answer.  He knocked again, louder this time.  “Callie!” 

Gulping, she took a deep breath and walked to the door and opened standing back as he walked into the room and closed the door behind him.  The room suddenly seemed too small with him in it.  She took a step backward away from him. 

“Callie,” he said.  

She stopped backing up and stood still waiting for she knew not what.

 He sat down on the edge of her bed then called her to him.  “Callie come here.”  

She hesitated, imploring him with her eyes not to do this.  

“Callie, I said come here,” he said more firmly.  

Hesitantly she started walking toward him, telling her feet to stop moving, but her feet wouldn’t obey her and soon, too soon, she was standing by him.  

He took her left hand, and looking up into her eyes asked, “Callie, do you know why you are getting this spanking?”  

She tried to look away from him, but he wouldn’t let her.  

Gently taking her chin in his hand he asked again, “Callie, do you know why you are getting this spanking?”

“B…because I disobeyed you and placed myself into danger.  I…I didn’t do what you told me to do Sir,” she said softly. 

“Good girl. 

               You could have been killed because you didn’t do what I told you to do.  You ignored my repeated warnings against leaving your police protection and nearly got yourself killed.  I am starting to care very deeply for you Callie, not just as a witness but for you.  Do you understand?  I don’t want to risk losing you because you won’t listen to me when I try to protect you.  Do trust me?”

            “Yes, I understand,” she replied.  “And yes I trust you.”  And yes she did trust him and yes she did understand because she was beginning to care for him, though she didn’t quite understand it yet.  She had only met him a few short days earlier, but she thought she was starting to fall in love with him.

            He looked for a moment into her eyes seeing that yes she did understand and yes she did trust him, and something else in her eyes that seemed to be something more, but he didn’t probe further because now was not the time.  He took a firmer grip on her hand and then guided her over his knees.  He started to spank her over the sweat pants she had changed into after they had returned from the funeral.  He started out lightly at first, gradually building up intensity until she started squirming a bit.  Then he reached under her, loosened the draw string and had her lift up her hips and he tugged her sweats down to her knees.  She hadn’t protested since her uncle Ted had always spanked over her panties.  Owen had noticed she hadn’t protested and that when he had asked her why she was getting a spanking she had addressed him as Sir.  He made a mental note to ask Joe about that.  Owen proceeded to spank her over her panties.  Smack… Smack… Smack…  Then he began to lecture her as he spanked. 

“I will not have you” Smack… Smack… Smack… “ignoring me and putting yourself” Smack… Smack… Smack… “into danger.”  Smack… Smack… Smack… “You could have been killed.” SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… “Do you understand?” 

“Yesss Sir.”  She was really starting to squirm and to cry softly. “I…I’m ssssorrry.” 

Owen continued to spank her, increasing the fire in her bottom.  SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… SMACK…. “Owww Owwwwie….” He spanked her until her bottom was a deep crimson red and he could feel the heat through her panties.  SMACK… SMACK…. SMACK… 

“P…please… I…I’mmmmm sorrryy….”  

Callie began to kick her legs and buck against his hand and tried putting her hand behind her.  Though he had never spanked before, he instinctively captured her right hand in restraining hand and then placed his right leg over hers to hold them still and resumed spanking her.  SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… SMACK….  


He spanked her until he could feel the heat from her bottom through her panties and even through the heat of his hand.  He spanked until she quit struggling and lay limp over his knee and accepted her spanking then he gave her a few more spanks before stopping.  He let her lie over his knee for a moment, then he helped her up and let her calm down a bit. 

            “Now Callie, I want you to go stand in the corner until I tell you to come out,” he told her.  And turning her he sent her to stand in the corner.  

She walked over to the corner without attempting to rub.  Neither her father, brother or Uncle Ted had ever allowed her to rub, so it didn’t occur to her to attempt to rub nor did she attempt to pull her pants up.  Owen noticed that as well and made another mental note to ask Joe.  He decided he’d use the belt instead of a wooden spoon.  He didn’t want to bruise her and her bottom was pretty red already.  He left her standing in the corner and walked into the other room and retrieved a dining room chair and carried it back to the bedroom.  The officers had taken up guard outside her apartment to afford them some privacy.

Gracie - for the rest of the story