<br/>Discipline. Tristan GoodFellow had been a fan of strict discipline from the moment he began to notice there were rules and that there were people who did not follow them. He was five at the time.<br/><br/>He had thought to become a Constable at one point. His future had other plans. Caught in the heat of the moment with friends as they drank more Green King then any 17 year old dare consume, he woke in a bunk at the Commando Training Center Royal Marines Lympstone Devon. Strict discipline became his mantra.<br/><br/>He found his calling in his first pair of chaps.<br/><br/>He squinted and pressed the button on the clock to stop the shrieking.  Rubbing his eyes he slid his feet to the floor and sat on the side of the bed waking up. His hand to the night stand for the steaming cup of tea, two lumps, no cream, waiting for him.<br/><br/>He blew the steam off before sipping several times. It was up to stretch a quick shower and dress.<br/><br/>Rolling his shoulders, he slipped his arms easily into the black leather vest that was open wide in the front. The bottom seam came to the top of his black chaps.<br/><br/>His particular chaps were without a seat or crouch  made of sturdy Black leather covering from his hips to the ankles and held up by an integrated 2 inch wide belt. He preferred the long tongue that had no buckle and secured in a knot at his side.<br/><br/>He eyed the black silk cod piece meant to cover his genitals momentarily and smiled. It was soft and allowed for arousal. It took a little adjusting before his shaft and ball sack was stuffed inside the pouch properly.<br/><br/>The hob nailed boots spit shined and waiting for him at the foot of his bed as instructed. He inspected the shine before he put them on and stood.<br/><br/>His hand to the back pack full of many splendid atrocities carefully assembled the night before. One strap over his shoulder, them tipping the cup and drinking the last of the black tea. He was now ready to fetch his student for the assembly this morning.<br/><br/>The air was decidedly crisp as he stepped out from his building on campus heading towards the dorm where Astrid would be waiting. Not long at all now, he thought, and was glad to begin the first day of the new school year in the spirit of the institution.<br/><br/>Strict Discipline<br/><br/>He smiled as he opened the door to the building. A moment later he stood before her room. One knock and he entered. There was a familiar chill in the bed room reminiscent of outside. There were the fragrance in the air as well. One of those was the heavy odor of burning tobacco and spent ash.<br/><br/>She must have been reading his mind. He was definitely looking forward to their meeting at 5 tonight.<br/><br/><br/>GoodFellow wore a pleasant smile as he saw how Astrid was dressed. It would never do. Easily resolved, he thought to himself as he stepped in and locked the door behind him.<br/><br/>"Allo allo, I've come round to fetch you for the assembly."<br/><br/>