Obey Me Lesson Answers Novels & Stories

“If after two months, I fail my end of the bargain, you’ll have something to hold me to.” Something jolted inside me. I hadn’t expected this. It unsettled me in a way I couldn’t explain. Only John really cared about me. Well, with Louis. I perched on the couch edge and began flipping through the pages. “If you don’t understand anything, you can ask me.” He handed me a pen. As I read, a line caught my attention, and I read it out. “Obedience brings reward, and disobedience brings punishment.” My stomach twisted. “What kind of punishment?”

I tasted shame and acceptance and found them both strangely nourishing. After hours of drills, sweat, and measured strikes, Corin gathered us in a circle. “Obedience is not blind,” he said, his voice low and authoritative. “It is chosen. You will choose to obey because you want the order to hold you when your self won’t. Remember that.”

I whispered, a single tear sliding free despite how hard I tried to hold it back. "Louder." "You're my Alpha," I forced out. He released my hair. "Better." I stayed on my knees breathing hard. My whole body ached. "Hands on your thighs," he ordered. "Back straight. Eyes forward." I had no choice than to obey, and I hated myself for it. He circled me again. "This is your first lesson. When I give you an order you obey immediately. You don't hesitate. You don't question. You obey. Understand?"

Moon said without even hesitating. Moon has a point though. She doesn't think much about that thing. She cleared her throat before she managed to ask the two girls who is now eagerly anticipating for her response. "Well, okay. What kind of dare is that?" She can actually tell how their faces lit up by her question. "Here's how to do it. Bow your head down then walk straight to the bar counter. Don't look up so you won't see who you're going to bump. The first man you bump into, give him the magical Maria Makiling's foundation."

"Stop. Leave those on for now." He looked at me, confused, but complied. "Come here," I said, gesturing to the space in front of my desk. He approached. I turned him to face the desk, then pressed gently on his back, bending him over it. "Put your hands flat on the desk. Don't move them." He complied, his body tense. I ran my hand down his spine, feeling him shudder. I could see the faint marks from last night's spanking. "Today's lesson is about obedience," I said, my voice low. "About doing what you're told, when you're told, without hesitation."

I should’ve taken the grin as a warning. But instead, I leaned into it. He set the pen down, slow and deliberate, like we both knew studying was no longer the point. His fingers drummed against the table before sliding over mine, pinning my hand in place. “Lesson two,” he said softly, “is obedience.” My pulse thudded in my throat. “Put the pen down.” I did. Too quickly, too eagerly. His smile widened like he’d caught me already failing. He shifted closer, his knee brushing mine under the table, and my body betrayed me I didn’t move away.

I asked. "You have to obey me," he said. "What if it gets too much.." I asked. "You just have to say stop and I won't go any further," he said explaining. "I will be doing new things and take you in ways you never knew existed, but for that I want your obedience. Are you willing to try," he asked. "Maybe.." I said "Yes or no, if you say no, everything stops here," he said in a no nonsense tone. "What will be your answer?" he asked. . . . Leave a review and comment if you like the story.

I asked, "Is that true? I mean, it's a big responsibility for a pedicab driver." “I don't mean to underestimate. It's just, why must you?" I protested. Bowie then laughed and then smoked his cigarette. A thick fog enveloped her face which was framed by curly hair. "Yes, that's right," he replied. "When the elders or teachers give orders, we are boarding school students are prohibited to arguing. Obeying to elders is obligatory and meritable." "Even if we are told to jump over the cliff, we must do that!" added Bowie, taking the screwdriver. "We are sincere!"

his voice was so authoritative, I froze up instantly. “Okay,” I replied, feeling a bit breathless suddenly. “Listen to my instructions, okay?” he said and I nodded. “I need you to take one small step forward, and then move to your left,” he said. I nodded, trusting him completely. “Good,” he said. “Now, be careful. There’s an obstacle in front of you. I need you to go over it. Can you do that?” “Am I going to fall on my face?” I asked, scared.

I kept my gaze fixed on the board, pretending to take notes I didn’t need. After a pause, he asked, “If your packmate disobeys your order in battle, what do you do?” Someone in the back spoke up quickly. “Punish him, sir.” “Punish him,” Master Callen repeated, his voice calm. “And what lesson does that teach?” The student hesitated. “That… disobedience has consequences?” “Perhaps,” he said. “But what if his disobedience saved you?” The boy frowned, unsure how to answer.