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Chapter 1, The Way Things Are

Kurt's Pov

It's the first day of school, and I am sooooo excited! Mommy and daddy bought me new clothes and books and a new backpack too. Its really hard to figure out what clothes to wear though. I really like clothes.

I was trying to decide which shirt to wear, the red one, or the blue one when daddy told me to hurry up and come down for breakfast.

I knew I had to listen because he's my daddy and he's in charge, but I have a secret. When I don't listen, and don't do what daddy says when mommy is not around, I don't get in trouble. Daddy let's me do alot of things that I want to even when I know I'm not allowed to.

I stayed in the mirror still trying to figure out which shirt to wear. I still couldn't decide! I liked them both.

"Kurt, daddy said come down for breakfast. He meant now. Let's go."

I rolled my eyes. Mommy was different. If I didn't listen to mommy, I get in trouble. She always seems more in charge than daddy.

When I looked back in the mirror I sighed. I still didn't know.

"Kurt, Downstairs!"

I decided on the red shirt and started to pull it on but I stopped when I saw something strange.

The letter that in on my arm. It was glowing.

I never saw that happen before, so I was scared. Mommy's arm letter never glowed. Daddy's arm letter never glowed.

I ran downstairs after putting my shirt on though. I have got to ask daddy about this. Daddy knows everything!

"Daddy! I have to tell you something!" I yelled pulling on daddy's shirt.

"K Kiddo. But sit down and eat your breakfast."

I sat down in front of my bowl of oatmeal and saw that it wasn't as brown as I like it. There wasn't enough brown sugar.

"Daddy can I have some more brown sugar?" I asked.

"Sure kiddo." Dad said, picking up the box.

"No kurt." Momma said lowering daddies hand. I frowned. Sometimes it sucks when momma doesn't work early. "Daddy let's me have extra brown sugar AND cinamin."

Mommy gave daddy a mean look and daddy didn't look back. He just stared at the floor.

"You have plenty of brown sugar in your bowl Kurt. Eat your breakfast please." Mommy said.

I picked up my spoon and took a bite, but I wasnt really hungry. I had questions to ask daddy.

"Daddy can I ask you a question?" I said with a mouthful.

"Shoot."

"Why do we letters on our arms? And why is yours on that arm, and mine on this arm? And why is yours and 'S' and mine a 'D'? And why does mommy have a D too? And what do they mean anyway?"

"I wondered when you would start asking these questions." Mommy said.

I nodded and took another bite of my oatmeal. It wasn't as good as when daddy made it, but mommy at least gave me peanut butter.

"Yeah. I want to know cus my letter glow-ded this morning in the mirror!"

"Ok sweetie. We'll tell you everything you want to know. But, after need to go soon." Mommy smiled.

"But, I want to know now." I said looking at daddy.

Daddy bit his lip and said quietly, "Kurt, do what mommy says. Finish your breakfast."

I wanted to cross my arms and pout to get what I wanted, but I know I can't. Not with mommy standing here. I guess I have to wait.

I finished my last bite of oatmeal and shouted, "Done!"

"Ok. Go get you backpack from your room so we can go."

I ran out of the kitchen, but my backpack was right on the bottom of the stairs so I went back to the kitchen right away.

I didn't go in though because daddy looked sad, and mommy was talking to him. I'm not supposed to listen when mommy and daddy talk without a kid around, but I do sometimes. Daddy gets in trouble alot.

"Do we need to go over our parenting rules again?" Mommy said with her arms crossed on her chest. Daddy was still looking at the floor.

"No ma'am."

"Because it seems like you may be letting Kurt get away with things that are not okay."

Daddy didn't answer, so I walked into the kitchen now. "I'm ready."

Mommy picked up her purse. "We'll talk later." she pointed.

"Yes ma'am." Daddy said.

I giggled a little. Daddy is in trouble again.

I hugged daddy goodbye, and he kissed my head. I looked away when mom and dad kissed each other though.

Yuck.

"Have a good day dear." Daddy said to me, and I climbed in the car.

This was gonna be a long day.

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Elizabeth pov

Kurt was chatting the entire way home from school about his first day. All of the new kids he had met, the new friends he had made. A girl named Mercedes who had an 's' on her arm like daddy. How he stopped a big boy David from stealing her cookie at snack time.

He was so proud. I was too. My little boy had always had dominant nature in him. Strong since the moment he was born. That boy had any sub that he came across wrapped around his finger.

Especially his daddy.

That brought me thinking of what to do to my wonderful husband. My submissive soulmate who is so beautifully submissive that he lets our 5 year old dominate him.

We'd talked about it before. How little Kurt can get his way so easily being so dominant, but Burt needing to build up a strength to let his fathering role overpower his son. So far, he needs more training.

I parked in the garage and Kurt practically sprinted out and into the kitchen.

He was so eager to learn about his marking. I was eager for him to learn it all too. It was time after all. Most kids learned about it once they start school. I would need my Burtie's help though to explain how subs feel too, and before I can do that, I need to take care of him. Thankfully, Kurt's teacher assigned a bit of homework, so I have time to deal with Burt before Kurt can get his life lesson.

I walked into the house as Burt was sitting at the kitchen table getting his ear talked off by our 5 year old.

Naturally.

I let Kurt get it all out of his system for a few minutes as I hung up my coat.

Walking through the kitchen, I noticed how spotless it was compared to this morning. It smelled fresh, every dish cleand, dinner cooking, and the floor freshly mopped.

I smiled to myself. Someone is trying to avoid punishment.

"Ok mommy! I'm ready to learn now! You can tell me now! About the letter and stuff?"

His excitement is infectious. But Burt first. "You have homework Kurt." I reminded him.

"But you said after school! It's after school!"

I knew this would be a fight. "And now I'm saying after homework. Go."

Kurt folded his arms and stamped his foot. "Thats not fair! You said after school!"

i sighed. I don't have time for this right now. "Kurtis, throwing a tantrum will get you punished, so I would rethink yelling at me. Now go!"

Kurt pouted and walked angrily to the stairs. "Yes mommy."

Stomping up every stair loudly, he was mumbling something like, 'i always have to go to my room.' or 'I never get to do anything I want'- etc.

My son, the drama queen.

When the inevitable door slammed, I took my cue.

"Darling, now it's your turn." I said, turning to my sub.

Burt knelt in front of me, his submissive nature knowing exactly what to do.

"What am I going to do with you honey? You have got to learn how to be his authority figure. You can't let him be in charge."

Burt looked at my feet guiltily. "I know. I'm sorry."

"I think the only appropriate punishment is for you to write what you did wrong enough times to stick, and then we'll talk about how to correct it."

"My punishment is lines ma'am?" He asked.

I nodded. "1 page. Now go to the table so I can tell you what you're writing."

He nodded and rose, retreating back to the table.

"Ok honey. You're writing, I will not let kurt dominate me to get what he wants. No skipping lines. And fill the page front and back."

"Yes ma'am."

He picked up a pencil and notebook from the shelf beside the table, and began writing.

"I love you. You're such a good boy."

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Burt was more than halfway done with his lines when Kurt retreated down the stairs ready to learn.

"I'm done! NOW can I learn about my letter?!" He said with emphasis on the now.

I chuckled, and gestured for him to sit. "Okay. Sit down kiddo."

He sat down with a quickness, but was staring at Burt's writing.

"Daddy? What are you doing?" Kurt asked, seeing dad writing lines.

"Mommy gave me homework too." Daddy answered.

I snickered. "Daddy broke a rule."

Kurt shook his head and shrugged. He was used to Daddy doing whatever mommy said. "Ok. I finished my homeowrk! What do the letters mean?"

I smiled. "Burt, why dont you start honey?"

He looked up at me with big eyes. A request to stop writing. I nodded at him.

He put the pencil down, and folded his hands. "Okay, son, first, I have to tell you. They aren't just letters. It's called 'Your marking.'"

Kurt furrowed his eyebrows. "My marking?"

Burt nodded. "Mhhmm. When every person is born, they are born with a marking. A letter on their shoulder. Either a capital 'D', or a lowercase 's'. The D is always on the left shoulder, and the s is always on the right."

Kurt nodded. "Okay, but what do they mean daddy?"

"Well, D means dominant. Now the word Dominant means, the one in charge. The s stands for submissive, and that word means, someone who has to follow the dominant's rules."

Kurt gasped. "BUT WHAT IF THEY DON'T LISTEN?"

Burt opened his mouth, but closed it. I bit my lip too surely thinking on the same page as Burt. Do we tell our 5 year old about punishment?

I decided to answer this one. "Punishment. You know when you get sent to time out?" Kurt nodded. "That's how I punish you because I'm your mommy. When a submissive, like daddy, " I gestured to Burt, "doesn't listen, he gets punishment too. But different from yours. You'll learn that when you're older."

Kurt nodded now and looked in deep thought.

Untill his eyes bulged up like nobody's buisness.

"OOH OOH OOHH! CAN I PUNISH DADDY! He's a sumbissive! And I have a D mommy!"

I chuckled. But I told him sternly, "No, you can not, because everyone has their own submissive, and daddy is mine. Not yours."

Kurt stuck out his lip a bit, and I thought I should add something. "Don't worry though sweetie. You'll get a sub one day. You'll get the name of your submissive on your wrist. But also, the name of your soulmate."

"What's a soulmate?"

I cocked my head to the side at Burt.

'Your turn.'

"Well, your mommy is my soulmate. Somehow, two people that are in love, are always soulmates. No matter what. Andthey always find each other. And other people that are always together are sometimes soulmates too. They are the one person that you will love more than anything or anyone else in the whole world. But, you don't get to see their name until you find that person. Until then, it'll be covered."

Kurt was so intuitive, because I could see on his face that he had more questions. "How do I know when I find my so-mate?"

Burt smiled. "You will know. You'll be drawn to them."

I smiled too when Kurt asked, "When does that happen?"

Burt shrugged. "Not until you're older kiddo." I nodded along.

Kurt crossed his arms and pouted. "I want a sumbissive now."

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Blaine Pov

"Cooper I don't want to!"

"But you have to. I said to, now go!" My brother said being mean like he always is.

"But I'm gonna get in trouble!"

"Blaine! Hurry up before mom and dad come in here. Go!"

I knew that I wasn't able to not listen. It made my head hurt when I didn't do what Cooper said.

But I also knew that mommy was in charge of me AND Cooper. I'm not going to get in trouble for my stupid fat face big brother anymore. So I yelled.

"MOMMY! COOPER WANTS ME TOP STREAL COOKIES FOR HIM AGAIN!"

Cooper grabbed my arm when we heard mommy coming down the stairs. "You little rat!"

"OW! Mommy! Coopers hurting me!" I yelled.

"Cooper James Anderson! I thought I told you to stop bossing your little brother around!"

"But mom! I can't help it! He always listens." Cooper yelled.

I started to cry. It's not fair. Cooper always gets to do stuff all the time. He gets to be in charge and I always have to do bad things for him, and I get in trouble.

"Blaine sweetie, don't cry, it's okay. You're not going to get in trouble. Cooper, go to your room. Now."

"But mom! It's not my fault! I can't help it. He's a sub! And you know I need to dominate!"

Mommy gasped, and then looked VERY angry.

"What does that mean mommy? Domin-date? And what's a sub?"

Mommy pointed to the stairs angrily. "Your room Coop! NOW!"

Cooper looked at me mean, and daddy came down the stairs while Coop went up.

"What's going on dear?" He said.

"Your eldest son has been dominating Blaine again, and he just said that he's a dom, and Blaine is a sub. Now he has questions."

Daddy sighed and came the rest of the way downstairs. He picked me up and put my head to his shoulder. "I thought we might have to be telling him about it soon."

"Tell me about what?" I mumbled into daddy's shirt.

"Blaine, sweetie? Do you have questions about the 's' on your arm?"

I nodded a little. "Yeah. But... Can I ask?"

Mommy reached for me and I went to her. " Sure hun. Let's sit down." and she put me down on the couch.

I thinked for a minute about what to ask. I thinked about Cooper making me steal him cookies, and him making me give him my candies and tell mommy and daddy that I broke something that he did and I didn't. I got really mad thinking it and then I took a big breath and then, before I could stop myself I just yelled it out.

"What does the d mean, and what does the s mean, and why is the d big and the s little, and why does Cooper get to tell me what to do, and why come I always have to do it or my head hurts, and how come he-!"

"Blaine, sweetie, calm down. Take a deep breath." Mommy said with her hands on my hands.

I breathed. Saying all that made me tired. "Okay."

"Okay. You have an s on your shoulder, and cooper has a d. can I show you something?" she asked.

I nodded and paid really close attention. I got in trouble when I didnt pay attention.

Mommy pulled up daddies sleeve so I could see his arm. He had an s like me.

Then, she pulled on her sleeve too. She had a D like cooper.

I scratched my head. I know all boys don't have the same letter and girls have the same letter, because Cooper is a boy and he doesn't have a 's' like me and daddy. I don't understand. "But what do they mean?"

Mommy stood up and walked away from us a little.

"Kyle, come."

And then, really fast, daddy got up, and went over to mommy. he got down on his knees and looked up at her.

"Blaine. See how daddy listened right away?"

I nodded slowly.

"Thats because I am a dominant, and daddy is a submissive. Doms are in charge, and subs have to listen."

"Is that why I have to listen to Cooper?" I asked with my lip out.

"No Blaine. Coopers not allowed to-"

"Shush my love."Mommy said, putting the shhh finger to daddy's mouth. She turned to me again. "Cooper is not supposed to be bossing you around."

I was confused. "But I thought I was a sub?"

Mommy nodded. "You are a sub baby. but you are not HIS sub. He's not supposed to tell anyone what to do except for his sub."

I wanted to cry. Cooper was mean. "But... Then how come Cooper always gets to tell me what to do? When I don't listen to him, my head starts to hurt. Sometimes other parts too."

I felt my eyes get more wet and mommy came to sit next to me, daddy following her.

"Sweetie. Some of this will be hard to understand, but I'm going to tell you anyway. Okay?"

I sniffled and nodded slowly.

"It's in your nature to submit." I could tell mommy knew I didn't know what that word meaned. "It means do what your dom wants and needs. When you get older sweetie, it will feel good to do what your dom wants. It's the way you were born."

i crossed my arms. "I don't like when Cooper makes me listen to him! It doesnt feel good at all!"

"Thats because your still too little, and Cooper is not your soulmate." mommy answered.

I scrunched my forehead. and mommy sighed.

"Kyle, go ahead sweetheart."

Daddy got up and sat next to me. "Blaine, you know how you said your head hurts whenever you don't do what Cooper says?" I nodded. "well, when you get your soulmate, you will ALWAYS WANT to do what they say. It'll make your body feel good instead of hurt. But, when you don't do what you dom says, and you dont listen, you'll hurt alot more than just a little headache."

Mommy laughed, and I didnt know why and Daddy's cheeks turned red.

"When do I get my soulmate then?" I asked.

Daddy frowned. "I'm afraid not for a while son. Not until you're ready."

"But how do I stop Cooper from bossing me around? He's mean and makes me do bad things! and I don't want to!"

Mommy put her hands on my shoulder. "I'm going to talk to Cooper tonight. Tell him to stop it and I know what to do. Don't you worry about that."

Mommy ruffled my hair, and I smiled. "Okay mommy." She kissed my hair, and then went up the stairs. Daddy scooted closer to me when mommy was gone.

"Daddy, I'm scared. What if I don't get a dobimint?"

Daddy hugged me and whispered, "You will sweetie. When your older. I promise you will."

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Carla's Pov

Talking to my eldest son was always a challenge. I tried at his door, but he had locked it, and his music was turned up full blast. He was more stubborn than even I was, but just that fact was perfect, because I had an idea. Only one thing was able to help me control my dom rages when I was a teenager. I ran back down to the kitchen. I passed the living room to see my sub and son cuddled on the couch, and it brought joy into my heart.

"Why don't you take a nap my loves? It's been a long day."

Kyle nodded and whispered a "Yes ma'am." while Blaine muttered a "Okay mommy."

I nodded, "good boys", and continued into the kitchen.

I searched through our junk drawer for an old pamphlet my father gave to me when I was young. Cooper is 14 now, and this is perfect for what he needs to control these dominant hormones and urges burning through his body.

"Aha!" I called as I found it in the third drawer I searched. I grabbed it, and a spare credit card to jimmy his door open, and made my way back upstairs.

Blaine and Kyle were already sound asleep entwined together on the couch. So perfect. So submissive.

I got back to his door, and opened it in 2 seconds.

When the door swung open, my son had his hands in his pants, and he jumped. "Mom! What the hell! Can't you knock!"

Masturbating, of course. Every time I send this boy to his room for dominating his brother, he immediatly goes to the lotion. He cant help but be in charge of something. If he doesn't get his fill from bossing his brother around, he has to relieve his built up tension elsewhere.

I remember this age well. 14 and 15 were the hardest ages for me too.

"Son, we need to talk. Go wash your hands and then come sit down."

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