Date: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 09:25:38 -0700 From: Blake Cotera Subject: A Priest's Discipline A Priest's Discpline Blakester9999@yahoo.com When I was 11 yrs old, my brother (13 at the time) and I were sent to summer camp at a local seminary. It was, as best I could understand, a place where young clergy (called seminarians, I'm guessing in their late 20s) were in training to become priests. Brought up in a very religious family, my parents saw this as their duty as good Catholics. There were probably 50 boys altogether, one big dorm we all stayed in, separate (nicer) housing for the older priests, and of course a church. Must not have been well funded cuz this place redefined "minimalist". There were other boys my age but most, including the guys I went with, were 13-17 yrs old. I went with a group of my brothers friends. I remember the older priests being nice, sorta the way our parish priest was. The seminarians were mean. Very strict. I remember thinking they always looked mad. I never really talked to any other them, I was little and they were pretty intimidating with their long black robes and latin chanting. Plus they had a reputation of doling out some pretty strict discipline if we got out of line. I was never sure how much was true and how much was the older boys telling tales to scare us, but I wasn't taking any chances so I made sure never to did anything wrong. One night I woke up and had to piss. I walked into the bathroom which was at the end of the hall of the one story dorm. I have no idea what time it was but the halls were dark and there was no noise coming from any of the rooms. I walked into the bathroom toward the trough (no urinals). Directly to the side of the troughs were the open showers. There was a man taking a shower. It was one of the seminarians. As I pulled my dick out of my jammies I peeked at him. He had dark blond hair and was very good looking. Looked more like a jock than a guy who was gonna be a priest. I remember the other boys joking behind his back that he could probably have any chick in town – why the hell would he want to be a priest! I knew I wasn't supposed to look but I kept sneaking peeks as much as I could without being caught. It wasn't really sexual. It was just amazing to see a seminarian out of his long black robe, looking like a real person. They all sorta had this aura about them. Authority. Righteousness. They ran the place and we were all clearly low man in the pecking order. So to see him naked was really cool. Hell I wasn't even sure up till that point that they had male body parts! But he definitely did. I guess the other thing that was so compelling was that to that point I'd only seen my dad naked. Never any other grown up. So it was fascinating to see him bare. As I finished pissing I heard the shower turn off. I went to the sink to wash my hands. As I did I saw out of the corner of my eye the seminarian walking up behind me. He had a towel wrapped around his waist. He took each of my wrists and put them on the each side of the sink and whispered in my ear "don't move". I felt my jammie bottoms and underpants being pulled down. I stared to shake and got very scared. The first slap on my ass was like an electric jolt. Punishment at my house was "go to your room", never spanking. As he spanked me, I heard him say, in his typically mean tone, "Men...are entitled...to privacy...and boys...need to respect...the rules...". I did everything I could not to cry. And I didn't. But I know he heard me whimpering. He just didn't stop. I heard him say something, I wasn't sure if it was directed at me. I glanced back and saw another seminarian. This one with dark brown hair wearing a green bathrobe. I thought at first he'd stop the spanking, but instead the brown haired guy just stood there and watched. I lifted my head up and looked in the mirror behind me, just for a moment. I saw the spanker with a wild eyed look, almost like he was enjoying it. The brown haired seminarian was now standing there with a smirk on his face and his bathrobe open in front and his penis was standing straight up. At the time I didn't even realize it was a sign of excitement. I didn't frankly know what to make of it. All I could think about was my poor heiny. When the spanking was over the spanker pulled up my jammie bottoms and told me to go back to bed. I ran out of the bathroom and down the hall feeling very embarrassed. It was nothing compared to what I was put through the next day.