APPRENTICE FOSTER Chapter one - Disciplinary Action
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APPRENTICE FOSTER
MASTER KAMP
Gay
Fingering
Begging
One on One
dark
Chair
Dress
Doctor
Muscle
Bear
twinks
bear
doctor
fingering
muscle
foster
chapter
action
master
one
dark
body
end
feeling
proud
room
next
red
chair
lap
grabbing
thighs
then
cheeks
rub
back
pants
right
special
slapping
skin
several
still
moan
mixed
see
more
dress
bare
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My Disciplinary Action will be administered by Master Kamp. I have meeting him around plenty, and have had the privilege of hearing him speak, but the idea of being 1 on 1 with him inside 1 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 inside the Order with as much knowledge as 1 can attain before actually experiencing it from within. As I walk in the room I stand next to Master Kamp as he sits into the red chair. He adjusts me over his lap by grabbing me by my thighs, and then begins the Disciplinary Action. He give 1 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 1 cheek to the other. What happened next was an even bigger shock. When I get up, Master Kamp asked me to remove my leggings. 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 into my unique 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 1 skinny 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 into. I am beginning to view 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 inside the affirmative, I know my purpose.
