Discipline Novels & Stories

“Discipline is what you have when your body refuses to cooperate.” The instructor’s eyes narrow slightly, as if she can’t decide whether to punish me or respect me. “Back to your place.” I return to Tessa and Briar, heart hammering. Tessa squeezes my hand under the line of our skirts. “You did great.” Briar murmurs, “They want you to snap.” “Not today,” I whisper. But the day isn’t done trying. After etiquette comes compound chores again, rotated and supervised. It’s “humility,” they claim, but it feels like a sorting mechanism, an easy way to keep us tired, compliant, and too busy to form alliances that don’t serve the Crown.

It’ll be the only way I can take her in with me. We leave the house and I lock up as the ladies say goodbye yet again. Ken walks away then looks back at me. She holds my stare and keeps on walking. I catch up to Chyne and bump her with my shoulder. “Friendcation. I like it.” I smile at her but she doesn’t return it. “Friendcation? I don’t think that’s how it’s used.” She reply’s back. “Right, because you are a human expert.” “Yes. I am.” Unbelievably stubborn

“Sponsors prefer clean narratives. Discipline. Focus. If you date — date smart. If you hook up — be private. If you drink — stay upright.” A beat. “I don’t want Theta Rho in headlines for something stupid.” Liam’s grin returned. “You think we’re stupid?” “I think you’re eighteen.” That landed. Ethan gave a small nod. “I’m not getting wasted,” he said simply. “I have homework tomorrow.” Maddox studied him, then nodded once. “Good.” Liam laughed. “He’s allergic to hangovers.” “I just don’t like feeling slow,” Ethan replied. “Keep that,” Maddox said quietly. “That discipline? That’s what keeps athletes in the league and out of apol

And the way Theo had kept glancing at me, waiting for something I couldn’t give yet. Would calling him just a friend now be too dismissive? Too cruel? I lowered my gaze, unsure what to say anymore. But the man in front of me didn’t care about my silence. My hesitation meant nothing to him. “Discipline is everything in our family,” he said flatly. “From the moment we’re born, we’re taught to carry the weight of our name. There’s no space for recklessness. No room for emotional indulgence.” His tone was like steel—calm, cold, final.

“But sorry alone isn’t enough to learn your lesson, Laine. The rules are there for a reason, to keep you safe.” “I know, Daddy…” I feel so young again. Young and ditzy and awkward, barely like the horny little cow who took his cock all weekend. “You know that I have to do this.” I nod, because I do know, at least I think I do. It’s part of being taken care of, discipline. I’ve never had discipline, because I’ve never had anyone who cared enough. Not like he cares. Discipline means caring. The feeling in my heart makes more sense than the words sound in my head.

Don't let me make an even bigger fool of myself. But instead of coming to stand behind me and guiding my hand, he stops a few feet from me. Those arms still crossed. He leans his hip against the table beside him, and for the next two hours, he doesn’t move from that spot. He just barks orders. “Widen your stance.” “Loosen your grip.” “Earlier release.” “Again.” And the two words I hate most in the entire fucking world: “Discipline.” “Control.”

*Subs discipline measures are only taken by their dom, in case of any misbehaving talk to the dom. *The main door is locked at 11pm every weekday and 1 am on weekends. *In case of any argument, the captain is referred to as the judge. *Fighting isn't allowed in the house. *BE CAREFUL, THE COACH DOES SUDDEN CHECK -UPS. I couldn't help but giggle at the last rule, they really act like a family. I don't appreciate the one about me and discipline thank you very much. Dante smiled back, his hand went up to my cheek caressing it like I'm the most precious thing ever.

Perhaps it was because the girl resembled Claire or because the sad faces of all women looked the same. Alex remained silent, trapped in his thoughts, and the student in front of him hadn't left yet either. They stood in silence for quite some time, with people bustling past them. Alex remembered a saying from a book, "Discipline and rules must be upheld, but love and kindness know when to break them." To hell with the book! Those who are undisciplined won't amount to anything. Discipline is everything! After pondering for a while, Alex questioned himself again, "Shouldn't I be building communicat

“Pain.” I swallow hard as he moves closer. “You’re asking me to lie about that photograph.” I’ve never been a good liar. I hate lying. He tilts his head. “Discipline is about following rules, Eva. If I ask you to stop lying about the photo, then that’s what you should do.” I shut my eyes, inhaling a deep, shuddering breath. I won’t allow this ass to make me lie about that photograph, no matter what he does. “But I’m not lying,” I grit out.

“Section six. Discipline and punishment.” She forced herself to focus on the words instead of the images flooding her mind. “If you break a rule—and you will, eventually, everyone does—there are consequences,” he explained. “Not punishment in anger. Structured responses that reinforce the dynamic. That remind you of your place.” The options were listed: corner time, writing lines, physical discipline, orgasm denial extension, service tasks. “Physical discipline,” she said. “What does that mean specifically?”