Discipline Novels & Stories

"You, on the other hand, have no clan complications." "I have no clan at all." "Exactly." The ghost of something — not quite a smile, more like the expression of someone who has made a calculated decision and is satisfied with the math — crosses his face. "Senior Disciple Ren moves at the twelfth hour. Eastern dormitory common room." He leaves. I pull out the rules pamphlet and open to page fourteen. Paragraph three: Senior disciples are prohibited from leveraging rank differential for personal resource extraction from junior disciples. Violations are subject to disciplinary review at the punishment elder's discretion, with penalties ranging from resource forfeiture to rank reduction.

“Ten push-ups. Go.” By the third, my arms were trembling. By the tenth, I was shaking, every movement a struggle, but she didn’t flinch or offer a word of mercy. “Failure to comply reflects failure in discipline. Stand in the back. And pray you learn.” At the Valenti-Colombo Academy, instructors held full disciplinary authority. Punishment wasn’t just humiliation—it became part of our official assessment. A stain on one’s record meant jeopardizing graduation… or the family’s trust.

Landing exactly where I'd aimed them. Hale's jaw tightened slightly, barely visible, but I was watching for exactly these micro-expressions now. "That's discipline," he said, his voice carrying that particular quality of someone defending a position they're not entirely certain of anymore. "Structure." My lips curved faintly, something almost sympathetic in the expression. "Dependence." Silence again, deeper this time. And this time, It cut deeper than tactical advantage or strategic positioning. Because I wasn't attacking the system anymore with physical resistance or clever maneuvering.

"Try to use me to manipulate others." "Exactly." Damian's hand came up to grip her chin, not painfully but firmly. "Which is why you need better control. Better discipline. Better understanding of exactly how much power you have and how to wield it intentionally." "Elder Markov is training me...." "Elder Markov teaches you the theory. The mechanics." Damian's thumb brushed her lower lip. "But power without discipline is just chaos. And you, Eve, need discipline." The way he said it....low and dark and full of promise....sent heat pooling between her thighs despite the seriousness of the conversati

“Discipline? You make it sound like I’m a child.” His eyes darkened slightly. “Discipline isn’t about age. It’s about commitment. Focus. Control. Qualities you lack, but can learn...if you stop running.” Olivia’s heartbeat thundered in her ears. She wanted to storm out, slam the door, and prove she didn’t need him but the truth gnawed at her: she did need him. No one else had been able to make the numbers click, not even her professors. As harsh as he was, Julian had shown her more clarity in one session than she had managed in months.

On his eagerness to returned early they passed to the less travelled and dangerous road back, and under the cover of the night it gave the bloodsuckers an advantage in the situation, and cost the lives of her two trusted werewolves. "Don't you think that keeping me here will not anger my mother?" Alexandra reacted. "It's all part of what they call discipline." He made a gesture of quoting the word discipline with his fingers. "I'm sure your mother had given you some disciplinary actions before, considering your stubbornness and rebellious nature." He continued. Alexandra had kept quiet. But she is thinking is this what he cal

The little is allowed to tag along with the dominant classes whenever needed. The final part of the contract was the discipline part, it stated that misbehaving, defying orders, back-talking, and not obeying daddy would result in discipline. The discipline would vary depending on the crime, it could be a simple time out, earlier bedtime, privileges taken away, grounding, writing lines, mouth getting washed, and finally a spanking to the bum with the hand, nothing else would be used or implied to the bum. "Okay," I say finishing reading everything, it's not the worse out there.

When you mention kilian Donovan every ladies starts to gosh, they start to rearrange their lives just to meet him, oh not to even talk of touching him they will go insane, they know definitely too well that he isn't in any way in their class but they just pray to have a chance with him every day, I'm very sure he's somebody's prayer point and it's not all about Killian some are just waiting for his money for his fame because getting with him will mean you been famous and you've been known and that ladies and gentlemen Vanessa manoeuvred her way into killians life. I stood up on my feet one morning and just thought about how someone could establish such a grounded effect in Chicago once I saw

" THAT WAS A DISCIPLINE " "GOD I'M SO SICK OF YOUR DISCIPLINE EXCUSE YOUR DISCIPLINE EXCUSE HAS SURPASSED WITH THE LEVEL OF ABUSE. AND NO ONE APART FROM MY PARENTS OR GRANDPARENTS GETS TO TEACH ME DISCIPLINE IN SUCH A WAY". "WATCH YOUR TONE YOU BRAT. YOU ARE SH--- "I WARN YOU TO GET OUT OF MY HOUSE IF YOU DARE TO SHOUT AT MY WIFE AGAIN".

He paused and I swallowed emptily, all what he had just said was still flying around the inside of my head but I was gradually digesting them all. “That’s where bondage, discipline and sadism comes in.” He continued after a few moments and I nodded at him, watching as he launched into a very detailed explanation of every single thing he had mentioned, and at the end of it all, my eyes were as wide as saucers as I blinked at him over and over again. “Oh.” I finally whispered once he was done and then I slowly sat up as a feeling of complete awe consumed me. “So, that’s what all of that meant. Discipline, when you ordered me to kn