<b>Chapter </b><b>336 </b>
<b>“</b>What about children?”
<b>“</b><b>I </b>don’t like telling parents how to raise their children but I also heavily discourage parents <b>from </b><b>engaging </b><b>in </b>physical punishment on their pups as raw emotions is when abuse tends <b>to </b>ur. It’s rare but the <b>youngest </b>I’ll supervise a spanking by the pup’s parent is eight and it’s only <b>as </b>ast resort. I often refer parents who want <b>me </b>to do the spanking to Julie for several months before I will agree to spank any pup under twelve. Thirteen <b>and </b>above is usually when I step in and take over discipline.
The higher ranks usually start warrior training around that age, sometimes even before that. asionally<b>, I </b>have run into issues with new trainees engaging in fighting and they are swiftly introduced to the penalty given to those who assault others. Newly shifted males tend to fight the most and I have made it very well known that anything outside of a sanctioned sparring match is assault and is punished ordingly. I am a strict and unforgiving alpha after all. I do not physically punish gammas or omegas as well as anyone who has a history <b>of </b>
abuse.”
“Why the special treatment?”
“I don’t feel it’s special treatment at all. Gammas and omegas are naturally submissive so harsh treatment is rarely the solution. I’ve had far more sess in sending them to counseling than I ever had with spankings and the same logic applies to those who have a history of abuse.
I need you to understand, Cole, that spankings don’t happen every day. I try everything I can to avoid them. I will admit that I’ve had to do some growing with it.
After I found that first pup being abused and I was often frustrated with my beta, I took my frustration out on those parents before turning them over to the council. I made several mistakes in its use with Damian and my rtionship with him has suffered from me having a heavy hand. I never did thank you for intervening with Madisyn.”
He looks up from the belt, briefly making eye contact with me before looking back. He swallows hard before speaking again.
“Dad is right handed. I can’t remember how many times he broke my left wrist with the buckle in order to make me right–handed like him.”
His voice is distant and without emotion as he continues to examine the belt. I step towards him as he folds it in half, rubbing it against his wrist. He lifts the belt and brings it down hard across his right wrist, the p echoing through the room. He ispletely unfazed by the pain as he raises the belt to do it again. I grab his wrist gently, bringing him quickly out of his trance. He looks into my eyes, appearing lost and confused by my actions.
“Not here, Cole.” I remark quietly as I gently take the belt from his hand.
“Take a seat at theputer, there’s something I’d like to show you.”
He nods his head with a quiet ‘yes sir‘ before stepping away from me. I look over at Jessa to <b>see </b>a look of hurt and
confusion.
<b>Chapter </b>336
<b>It’s </b><b>okay </b><b>Jessa</b><b>. </b><b>Grab </b>a seat and sit with <b>him </b><b>while </b><b>I </b><b>put </b>this <b>away</b><b>. </b>
<b>She </b><b>nods </b>silently <b>as </b><b>I </b><b>open </b>the top drawer of the file cab and drop the belt inside.
Alpha?”
<b>“</b><b>Yes </b>sir.”
For a moment he appears stunned by my response reminding me of hisments when Damian remarked <b>on </b><b>the </b>same thing. He truly hasn’t seen much respect.
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