Even previous to I officially entered the Order, I had already learned a great deal about what exactly it meant to be a part of it and what that would entail. To majority, Disciplinary Action would sound like castigation. But here in the Order, it is simply a reminder that all that we do, and all that we experience is to serve a higher purpose. Physically, it is to stand alongside my (the other Apprentices) in the Order and to learn from the elders (our Masters and Grandmasters) how we fulfill that purpose by serving and servicing em.
Historically, discipline has always been defined as training below some type of tutelage or authority. It too means to be able to control oneself. Here at the order, it is a combination of all of those. The idea of it being a reprimand, here, it means greater amount of a warning. But even if it were a torment or reprimand – I’d be lying if I told I haven’t been looking forward to it ever since I learned what being an Apprentice in the Order meant.
For some, giving up their physical body to be used in honor of the Order and it is divine purpose may sound like a nightmare considering all the work it takes and what u have to give up. But for us apprentices, and the Masters themselves who were one time in our very shoes, it is an absolute honor.
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 darksome rooms makes my whole body buzz with passion. Although I know that guy can’t state it explicitly, I hope that by the end of the Action that guy is left feeling proud of me and the fact that I have come into the Order with as much knowledge as one can attain previous to indeed experiencing it from within.
As I walk into the room I stand next to Master Kamp as this chab sits in the red chair. He looks stately, assured, and assertive. Exactly what u would wait from a fellow of his station. He asks me if I know what to await, and I let him know respectfully that I do. I try my superlatively good to hide my passion. He asks me to lay over his lap, and as I comply I hope I’m not also obviously avid.
He adjusts me over his lap by grabbing me by my haunches, and then starts the Disciplinary Action. He gives one of my cheeks a rub previous to raising it and bringing it back down . He iterates the act on my other cheek, and then back and forth from one cheek to the other. I don’t even realize my grunts are truly groans, and I feel him start to slap harder. My groans turn into actual grunts, but within em, the groans remain nonetheless. What is eliciting this? Although I am aware that Disciplinary Action will serve me well in the future within the Order, there appear to be to be fresh feelings arising alongside my general passion of being a part of this .
What happened next was an even larger shock. When I got up, Master Kamp asked me to remove my panties. 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 previous to. A part of me feels bad for having to make him iterate himself, but I’m hoping that my swift compliance makes up for it, and I discover myself hoping that that guy does sense my eagerness and willingness. Again, though, there appear to be to be recent feelings swelling up inside me along with my yearning to be a fulfilling Apprentice. He asks for my strap.
Now merely in my particular undergarments, this chab asks me to lay back over his lap once more. He proceeds the ritual, this time slapping every cheek with my strap with merely one thin fabric layer protecting my skin. After several smacks with the thong, this chab switches to using a paddle. My grunts, even louder now, still have a groan mixed in. As I try to stifle em (so that guy doesn’t notice the latter) I try to process their meaning in the pont of time.
I feel him tug my undergarment down slightly. I should feel fearful, but I don’t. Instead I let myself go and just let it happen. I can feel inside myself though, that I wish it to happen. He takes the paddle to my nude a-hole now; I have lost myself in it all and surrender. Whatever sounds I am making, I now know they are the right ones, and all in service of my Master, and further – in service of the Order. When this chab finishes this chab let us me stand up, but asks me to remove my shirt next. Again, this chab asks that I lay back over his lap.
I am starting to watch the clearer purpose here. The Disciplinary Action grows greater quantity as I become greater amount vulnerable. The vulnerability here changes with my various states of costume and disrobe. Master Kamp proceeds the ritual, smacking my bountiful exposed cheeks with the paddle anew. He asks me if I like it, and if I wish it. I reply in the affirmative, I know my purpose.
He then does smth rather unexpected, smth I wasn’t aware of was a part of the ritual. He reaches beneath me throughout my undergarment and grabs my balls, pulling at em. He proceeds the ritual using one as well as the other the paddle and his stripped hands to taste my now fully red cheeks. I realize my groans and grunts are of fun; I am finding fun in serving the Order. Master Kamp proceeds the ritual, alternating betwixt smacking my a-hole and grabbing my balls. I feel that that guy has applied oil to his hands and betwixt the smacks of the ritual this chab starts to wank my dong. Another surprise to be certain, but as with the smacks I felt immense enjoyment and pride that I was doing this in service of the Order. I had always thought this was a sin, but now I realize that was merely cuz I had been doing it alone and not within the parameters of the Order.
My 10-pounder is totally hard now, the idea of serving the one and the other Master Kamp and the Order making it engorge fully. He is one as well as the other and methodical in milking me, letting me know this guy craves me to reach my climax. All those fresh feelings, those recent revelations, and simply the idea of serving elicit an entirely recent and unforgiving sense of passion and joy. Before I even know it’s happening, my hard dick starts to squirt, my groans louder than I thought they could ever receive.
Master Kamp instructs me to stand up, and I do. He reaches down to where I discharged my milk and pantoons some of it onto his fingers. He reaches up and touches my bottom lip with the jism-covered fingers and inserts em into my throat, making me smack it. This let us 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.

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