MasonicBoys - Even before 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 most, Disciplinary Action would sound like punishment. 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 brothers (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 them. Historically, discipline has always been defined as training under some sort of tutelage or authority. It also means to be able to control oneself. Here at the order, it is a combination 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, giving up their physical body to be used in honor of the Order and its divine purpose may 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 were once 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 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 looks stately, confident, and assertive. Exactly what you would expect from a man of his station. He asks me if I know what to expect, and I let him know respectfully that I do. I try my best to hide my excitement. He asks me to lay over his lap, and as I comply I hope I’m not too obviously eager. 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. I don’t even realize my grunts are actually moans, and I feel him begin to slap harder. My moans turn into actual grunts, but within them, the moans remain nonetheless. What is eliciting this? Although 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 of being a part of this Brotherhood. 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. A part of me feels bad for having to make him repeat himself, but I’m hoping that my swift compliance makes up for it, and I find myself hoping that he does sense my eagerness and willingness. Again, though, there seem to be new feelings swelling up inside me along with my yearning to be a fulfilling Apprentice. He asks for my belt. 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. As I try to stifle them (so he doesn’t notice the latter) I try to process their meaning in the moment. 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 want it to happen. He takes the paddle to my bare butt 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 finishes he lets me stand up, but asks me to remove my shirt next. Again, he asks that I lay back over his lap...