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APPRENTICE FOSTER Chapter 1 – Disciplinary Action

October 26, 2022

My Disciplinary Action will be administered by Master Kamp. I have seen him around plenty, and have had the privilege of hearing him speak, but the idea of being one on one with him in one of the ceremonial dark rooms makes my entire body buzz with excitement. Although I know he can’t state it explicitly, I hope that by the end of the Action he is left feeling proud of me and the fact that I have come into the Order with as much knowledge as one can attain before actually experiencing it from within. As I walk into the room I stand next to Master Kamp as he sits in the red chair. He adjusts me over his lap by grabbing me by my thighs, and then begins the Disciplinary Action. He gives one of my cheeks a rub before raising it and bringing it back down forcefully. He repeats the action on my other cheek, and then back and forth from one cheek to the other. What happened next was an even bigger shock. When I got up, Master Kamp asked me to remove my pants. I hesitated briefly, simply to ask if I had heard that right. I haven’t ever heard of this as being a part of the rituals before. Now only in my special undergarments, he asks me to lay back over his lap again. He continues the ritual, this time slapping each cheek with my belt with only one thin fabric layer protecting my skin. After several smacks with the belt, he switches to using a paddle. My grunts, even louder now, still have a moan mixed in. I am beginning to see the clearer purpose here. The Disciplinary Action grows more forceful as I become more vulnerable. The vulnerability here changes with my various states of dress and undress. Master Kamp continues the ritual, smacking my bountiful bare cheeks with the paddle again. He asks me if I like it, and if I want it. I reply in the affirmative, I know my purpose. He then does something rather unexpected, something I wasn’t aware of was a part of the ritual. He reaches under me through my undergarment and grabs my balls, pulling at them. He continues the ritual using both the paddle and his bare hands to smack my now fully red cheeks. I realize my moans and grunts are of pleasure; I am finding pleasure in serving the Order. My penis is completely hard now, the idea of serving both Master Kamp and the Order making it engorge fully. He is both forceful and methodical in milking me, letting me know he wants me to reach my climax. All these new feelings, these new revelations, and simply the idea of serving elicit an entirely new and unrelenting sense of excitement and pleasure. Before I even know it’s happening, my hard penis begins to squirt, my moans louder than I thought they could ever get. Master Kamp instructs me to stand up, and I do. He reaches down to where I shot my milk and scoops some of it onto his fingers. He reaches up and touches my bottom lip with the jism-covered fingers and inserts them into my mouth, making me taste it. This lets me know that I have received the Disciplinary Action as I was supposed to. He is proud of me. I am exhausted, but I am already looking forward to my next one.