روايات وقصص ضمن Sweet Days Of Discipline

Relief washed over me—until Alexander finally spoke. “Miss Taylor,” he said, his voice steady, cool, and commanding. “Passion is admirable. But passion without discipline is chaos. Tell me… how do you intend to balance heart with scale? This is not a small eatery. This is Marshall Foods International. Millions of households. Billions in revenue. Why should we trust you?” The air grew thick. Every eye turned to me. It wasn’t just a question—it was a test. A challenge. And I refused to back down.

"I came back to claim what is mine and that is you! You still belong to me! Fight me all you want but a piece of advice honey, just save your energy for sex. I swear that I will f*ck your brains out over and over again real soon!" I was glad that he did what we agreed on. He didn't text nor call me the whole day of Sunday. At least I had a peaceful life even for just one day. I opted to stay home to declutter. I did the laundry too and went grocery shopping in a nearby supermarket. The next day which was a Monday, I was also relieved when Irma told me that Trevor had a three-day business trip. I couldn't help smiling because my peaceful life would continue for a few more days.

“And then we did what sensible people do and kept it restrained.” His mouth shifted, almost a smile. “That would imply either of us has been particularly good at restraint.” I hated that he was right. He picked up his coffee and leaned back against the counter. “When people want something badly enough, they usually do one of two things. They either indulge it until it burns out, or they bury it under enough distance to call it discipline.” His gaze stayed on me, steady and impossible to dodge. “Indifference usually comes after. Or something close enough to it to pass.”

“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.

I asked, half-amused, half-frustrated. “When it tells me it’s fine, I’ll let you know.” “For how long am I supposed to wait for this gut feeling of yours?” I frowned. “Just wait,” she said simply. I rolled my eyes and picked up my sandwich again. “Fine. Your gut has exactly twenty four hours.” Susie chuckled, and we continued eating. The conversation shifted easily, like it always did with her. “By the way, we are supposed to go to cheerleading today after classes,” she reminded me. “You know Aida said we would be cheerleading this weekend in the field.”

Discipline. A slow, predatory smile touched Albert’s lips. “So. We begin with order. We end with the ultimate surrender.” He placed the die carefully on the glass table. “For Discipline, the transgression must be clear. You have been flawless in following explicit commands. So the transgression must be one of… spirit. Of unspoken defiance.”