Apprentice Foster - Chapter 1
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Even before I officially entered the Order, I had already learned a good deal about what exactly it meant to be a part of it and what that would entail. To most, Disciplinary activity would sound like punishment. But here in the Order, it is simply a reminder that all that we do, and all that we practice 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 instructos and Grandmasters) how we fulfill that aim by obeying and servicing them. Historically, discipline has always been hard torn as teaching under some sort of tutelage or authority. It also means to be able to manage oneself. Here at the order, it is a mixture of all of these. The idea of it being a reprimand, here, it means more of a warning. But even if it were a punishment or reprimand – I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been looking forward to it ever since I learned what being an Apprentice in the Order meant. For some, providing up their corporal bod to be used in honor of the Order and its divine aim may sound like a nightmare considering all the work it takes and what you have to give up. But for us apprentices, and the instructos themselves who were once in our highly shoes, it is an absolute honor. My Disciplinary activity will be administered by sir 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 guest rooms makes my entire bod hum with excitement. albeit I know he can’t state it explicitly, I hope that by the end of the activity he is left sensing proud of me and the fact that I have come into the Order with as much prowess as one can attain before actually experiencing it from within. As I walk into the room I stand next to sir Kamp as he sits in the crimson chair. He looks stately, confident, and assertive. Exactly what you would hope from a stud of his station. He asks me if I know what to expect, and I let him know respectfully that I do. I try my hottest to lurk my excitement. He asks me to lay over his lap, and as I obey I hope I’m not too clearly eager. He adjusts me over his lap by capturing me by my thighs, and then begins the Disciplinary Action. He gives one of my cheeks a touch before elevating it and bringing it back down . He repeats the activity on my other cheek, and then back and forward from one cheek to the other. I don’t even realize my grunts are actually moans, and I perceive him start to spank harder. My squeals turn into actual grunts, but within them, the squeals stay nonetheless. What is eliciting this? albeit I am aware that Disciplinary activity will serve me well in the future within the Order, there seem to be fresh feelings arising alongside my general enlivenment of being a part of this . What happened next was an even fatter shock. When I got up, sir 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. A part of me senses bad for having to make him repeat himself, but I’m hoping that my fast compliance makes up for it, and I find myself hoping that he does sense my zeal and willingness. Again, though, there seem to be fresh feelings bulge up inside me along with my yearning to be a fulfilling Apprentice. He asks for my belt. Now only in my off the hook undergarments, he asks me to lay back over his lap again. He resumes the ritual, this time smacking each cheek with my belt with only one bony fabric layer protecting my skin. After a few slaps with the belt, he switches to using a paddle. My grunts, even louder now, still have a shriek mingled in. As I try to stifle them (so he doesn’t notice the latter) I try to process their meaning in the moment. I perceive him tug my undergarment down slightly. I should perceive fearful, but I don’t. Instead I let myself go and just let it happen. I can perceive inside myself though, that I want it to happen. He takes the spanking paddle to my bare arse 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 he completes he lets me stand up, but asks me to remove my tee-shirt next. Again, he asks that I lay back over his lap. I am commencing to witness the clearer aim here. The Disciplinary activity gets taller more as I become more vulnerable. The defenselessness here switches with my various states of sundress and undress. sir Kamp resumes the ritual, smacking my bountiful bare cheeks with the spanking 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 thru my undergarment and seizes my balls, pulling at them. He resumes the ritual using both the spanking paddle and his bare arms to smack my now fully crimson cheeks. I realize my squeals and grunts are of pleasure; I am finding pleasure in obeying the Order. sir Kamp resumes the ritual, alternating inbetween smacking my arse and capturing my balls. I perceive that he has applied lubricant to his arms and inbetween the slaps of the ritual he begins to stroke my penis. Another surprise to be certain, but as with the slaps I sensed phat pleasure 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 only because I had been doing it alone and not within the parameters of the Order. My stud sausage is downright hard now, the idea of obeying both sir Kamp and the Order making it engorge fully. He is both and methodical in jerking me, letting me know he wants me to reach my climax. All these fresh feelings, these fresh revelations, and simply the idea of obeying elicit an entirely fresh and unrelenting sense of enlivenment and pleasure. Before I even know it’s happening, my hard stud sausage begins to squirt, my squeals louder than I thought they could ever get. sir Kamp trains 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 frigs and rams them into my mouth, making me taste it. This lets me know that I have received the Disciplinary activity as I was supposed to. He is proud of me. I am exhausted, but I am already looking forward to my next one.
Even before I officially entered the Order, I had already learned a good deal about what exactly it meant to be a part of it and what that would entail. To most, Disciplinary activity would sound like punishment. But here in the Order, it is simply a reminder that all that we do, and all that we practice 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 instructos and Grandmasters) how we fulfill that aim by obeying and servicing them. Historically, discipline has always been hard torn as teaching under some sort of tutelage or authority. It also means to be able to manage oneself. Here at the order, it is a mixture of all of these. The idea of it being a reprimand, here, it means more of a warning. But even if it were a punishment or reprimand – I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been looking forward to it ever since I learned what being an Apprentice in the Order meant. For some, providing up their corporal bod to be used in honor of the Order and its divine aim may sound like a nightmare considering all the work it takes and what you have to give up. But for us apprentices, and the instructos themselves who were once in our highly shoes, it is an absolute honor. My Disciplinary activity will be administered by sir 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 guest rooms makes my entire bod hum with excitement. albeit I know he can’t state it explicitly, I hope that by the end of the activity he is left sensing proud of me and the fact that I have come into the Order with as much prowess as one can attain before actually experiencing it from within. As I walk into the room I stand next to sir Kamp as he sits in the crimson chair. He looks stately, confident, and assertive. Exactly what you would hope from a stud of his station. He asks me if I know what to expect, and I let him know respectfully that I do. I try my hottest to lurk my excitement. He asks me to lay over his lap, and as I obey I hope I’m not too clearly eager. He adjusts me over his lap by capturing me by my thighs, and then begins the Disciplinary Action. He gives one of my cheeks a touch before elevating it and bringing it back down . He repeats the activity on my other cheek, and then back and forward from one cheek to the other. I don’t even realize my grunts are actually moans, and I perceive him start to spank harder. My squeals turn into actual grunts, but within them, the squeals stay nonetheless. What is eliciting this? albeit I am aware that Disciplinary activity will serve me well in the future within the Order, there seem to be fresh feelings arising alongside my general enlivenment of being a part of this . What happened next was an even fatter shock. When I got up, sir 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. A part of me senses bad for having to make him repeat himself, but I’m hoping that my fast compliance makes up for it, and I find myself hoping that he does sense my zeal and willingness. Again, though, there seem to be fresh feelings bulge up inside me along with my yearning to be a fulfilling Apprentice. He asks for my belt. Now only in my off the hook undergarments, he asks me to lay back over his lap again. He resumes the ritual, this time smacking each cheek with my belt with only one bony fabric layer protecting my skin. After a few slaps with the belt, he switches to using a paddle. My grunts, even louder now, still have a shriek mingled in. As I try to stifle them (so he doesn’t notice the latter) I try to process their meaning in the moment. I perceive him tug my undergarment down slightly. I should perceive fearful, but I don’t. Instead I let myself go and just let it happen. I can perceive inside myself though, that I want it to happen. He takes the spanking paddle to my bare arse 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 he completes he lets me stand up, but asks me to remove my tee-shirt next. Again, he asks that I lay back over his lap. I am commencing to witness the clearer aim here. The Disciplinary activity gets taller more as I become more vulnerable. The defenselessness here switches with my various states of sundress and undress. sir Kamp resumes the ritual, smacking my bountiful bare cheeks with the spanking 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 thru my undergarment and seizes my balls, pulling at them. He resumes the ritual using both the spanking paddle and his bare arms to smack my now fully crimson cheeks. I realize my squeals and grunts are of pleasure; I am finding pleasure in obeying the Order. sir Kamp resumes the ritual, alternating inbetween smacking my arse and capturing my balls. I perceive that he has applied lubricant to his arms and inbetween the slaps of the ritual he begins to stroke my penis. Another surprise to be certain, but as with the slaps I sensed phat pleasure 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 only because I had been doing it alone and not within the parameters of the Order. My stud sausage is downright hard now, the idea of obeying both sir Kamp and the Order making it engorge fully. He is both and methodical in jerking me, letting me know he wants me to reach my climax. All these fresh feelings, these fresh revelations, and simply the idea of obeying elicit an entirely fresh and unrelenting sense of enlivenment and pleasure. Before I even know it’s happening, my hard stud sausage begins to squirt, my squeals louder than I thought they could ever get. sir Kamp trains 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 frigs and rams them into my mouth, making me taste it. This lets me know that I have received the Disciplinary activity as I was supposed to. He is proud of me. I am exhausted, but I am already looking forward to my next one.
Added: 2022-11-03 • Views: 35 • Duration: 22:43
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