Discipline Novels & Stories

I am not the submissive type, and having to beg and lower myself in front of these people makes me so mad that I want to lash out. The only thing keeping the cap on my rage is the years of discipline drilled into me from a young age by my father. He was the one who trained me to be the warrior that I am now, and one thing my father has always maintained among his warriors is discipline. If you step out of line, you will be punished, no matter who you are. So would any other member of the Pack who disobeys the rules and regulations that govern the Pack.

I asked. "No." He answered immediately. "Why not? I thought you hated me." I say. And he finally put his paperwork down on the desk. "I don't hate you." He says. "Then why are you giving me such a hard time with schoolwork and all that shit?" I asked. "It's called discipline." He says. "And I just saved your entire database from getting hacked. I think that might show some discipline." I say. "I guess it does. But not enough. Not yet. We've only known each other for a couple of days." He says picking up his paperwork again.

“This is my domain. You don’t give orders, girl. You follow them.” “ You misunderstood my words head maiden , I never intended to order anyone around. I am well aware of my title but I haven’t forgotten what’s right and wrong . No one deserves to be treated the way you just treated that maid. “ she said, calmly . “Discipline is necessary to maintain order. This girl failed in her duties, and she must face the consequences.” Selena looked at the trembling maid on the ground, whose wet uniform clung to her shivering frame. “Discipline doesn’t mean cruelty,” Selena shot back. “Physical Punishments like this are not allowed , until

“Unprofessional. That is what you were today.” Her chest tightened. She wanted to scream, to throw his expensive desk pen at him. But she forced herself to meet his stare. “Maybe,” she said softly, fiercely, “but at least I was honest. At least I had the guts to say what everyone else is too afraid to.” Something in his expression shifted again, infinitesimal. Almost admiration. Almost. Then, in the next breath, he crushed it beneath ice. “This is not about guts. This is about discipline. Learn it, or you won’t last here.”

I don’t smell fear. “Since you’re stupid, Ditch, let me spell it out for you. You are going to learn the circuit rules. You are going to forget all this back-alley brawling bullshit, and you are going to develop discipline. And if you’re a good puppy and you can pull that flip-shifting trick out of your ass when it counts—in the ring with Killian Kelly—then you’ll come back here with a big bag, and you can fuck any male’s mate you want. They’ll serve them up on a platter and thank you for the privilege of dipping their dicks in your sloppy seconds afterward.”