Disciplinary Action – Clayton Foster, Felix Kamp
Even before officially joining the Order, I had already learned a lot about what exactly it meant to be a part of it and what that would entail. To most, Disciplinary Action would sound like punishment. But here in the Order, it’s simply a reminder that everything we do and everything we experience is to serve a greater purpose. Physically, it is being with my brothers (the other Apprentices) in the Order and learning from our elders (our Masters and Grand Masters) how we fulfill this purpose by serving and serving them.
Historically, discipline has always been defined as training under some kind of guardianship or authority. It also means being able to control yourself. Here in order, it’s a combination of all these. The idea of being a reprimand here means more of a warning. But even if it was a punishment or a reprimand – I’d be lying if I said I’m not looking forward to it since I learned what it means to be an Apprentice in the Order.
For some, giving up your physical body to be used in honor of the Order and its divine purpose can sound like a nightmare, considering all the work it takes and what you have to give up. But for us apprentices, and the Masters themselves who have stood in our place, it is an absolute honor.
My Disciplinary Action will be administered by Master Kamp. I’ve seen him a lot and been privileged to hear him speak, but the thought of coming face to face with him in one of the dark ceremonial rooms makes my whole body vibrate with excitement. While I know he cannot state this explicitly, I hope that by the end of the Action he will feel proud of me and the fact that I came to the Order with all the knowledge one can get before actually experiencing it from within. .
As I enter the room, I stand beside Master Kamp as he sits in the red chair. He looks imposing, confident and assertive. Exactly what you would expect from a man of his rank. He asks me if I know what to expect, and I respectfully inform him that I do. I try my best to hide my excitement. He asks me to lie on his lap, and as I do, I hope I’m obviously not too anxious.
He adjusts me on his lap, grabbing me by the thighs, and then begins Disciplinary Action. He rubs one of my cheeks before lifting it up and bringing it down hard. He repeats the action on my other cheek, then back and forth from one cheek to the other. I don’t even realize that my grunts are actually moans, and I feel him start to pound harder. My moans turn into real grunts, but inside them, the moans remain. What is causing this? While I am aware that Disciplinary Action will serve me well in the future within the Order, there seem to be new feelings arising alongside my general excitement at being a part of this Fellowship.
What happened next was an even greater shock. When I got up, Master Kamp asked me to take off my pants. I hesitated briefly, simply to ask if I had heard correctly. I’ve never heard of it as part of rituals before. A part of me feels bad for having to make him repeat himself, but I hope my quick obedience makes up for it, and I find myself hoping he senses my eagerness and willingness. Once again though, there seem to be new feelings growing inside of me along with my desire to be an accomplished Apprentice. He asks for my belt.
Now only in my special underwear, he asks me to lie on his lap again. He continues the ritual, this time slapping each cheek with my belt with only a thin layer of fabric protecting my skin. After several slaps with the belt, he switches to using a paddle. My grunts, even louder now, still have a moan mixed in. As I try to drown them out (so he doesn’t notice the last one), I try to process their meaning in the moment.
I feel him tugging at my underwear a little. I should be afraid, but I don’t. Instead, I let myself go and just let it happen. I can feel inside me though that I want this to happen. He takes the paddle to my ass now; I got lost in all this and I surrender. Whatever sounds I’m making, I now know they’re the right ones, and all in the service of my Master, and even more – in the service of the Order. When he’s done, he lets me up but asks me to take my shirt off next. Once again, he asks me to lie on his lap.
I’m starting to see the clearer purpose here. Disciplinary Action grows stronger as I become more vulnerable. The vulnerability here changes with my various states of dressing and undressing. Master Kamp continues the ritual, smacking my abundant bare cheeks with the paddle again. He asks me if I like it, and if I want to. I answer in the affirmative, I know my purpose.
