Scouts

Phil Phil.@bigpond.com

SPANKING MEMORIES

True real life spanking incidents involving the author. In the later chapters most of the victims are more than willing, however the earlier chapters contain accounts of punishments inflicted on unwilling youngsters by adults or other boys.

CHAPTER TWO

If you’ve read FIRST TIME you’ll already know that I developed my interest in spanking at school, well, once I’d discovered the pleasures of seeing other boys getting their arses punished I had to devise a method of being in the position to administer the punishment.

The Scouts proved to be the ideal place to do it. This was early seventies in England and I had just turned fifteen, I was a new Patrol Leader in the local Scout Troop.  There was already an established initiation procedure which was carried out on new boys at the summer camp, it involved stripping the unfortunate newcomer and staking him out before covering him with any available slime and filth and leaving him to suffer for a while. (Staking out means being spread-eagled with hands and feet tied to large tent pegs driven into the ground). Teenage boys are terribly cruel to one another. I had suffered this fate on my first summer camp as had all the other established members.

It occurred to me that if I could convince the other three Patrol Leaders (all of whom were a year older than me) that the initiation ceremony needed updating then I could also convince them that some form of punishment on the buttocks should be included. As it turned out the other PLs took very little convincing, one suggesting that each initiate should be “red bellied” before being flipped over to be “red bummed”.  Later on I was to realise just why their agreement had been so rapid.

That night in my room I began to imagine the initiation, there would be five boys in all, my thoughts focused on Robin, he was the new boy in my patrol. He was only a few months younger than me and had come to our Troop as an experienced Scout. Since I was new to the rank of PL he had been placed as my assistant and was expected to take over another patrol when one of the older boys left after the camp. Robin was a cute blond haired lad, a bit on the short side, slim, but with strong legs and a nice round arse. I had only got to the stripping part before I shot all over my stomach.

The new boys knew that there would be an initiation, Robin was no exception. In the lead up to the camp he tried to persuade me that he shouldn’t be initiated since he was an experienced Scout and because he had already been initiated into two previous troops and it wasn’t his fault that his parents moved frequently. Each time he raised the subject my excitement grew, God was I looking forward to this camp.

As we piled our gear onto the back of the truck and climbed in on top twenty four boys were thinking about the initiations to come later that day, nineteen of us were looking forward to it and five were very nervous.

We arrived at the site in North Hertfordshire, we changed from our uniforms into shorts and tee shirts in the middle of the field, the Leaders organised us and saw to it that the camp was set up properly. As soon as they were satisfied we were let loose to explore the site and the woods surrounding it. The time had come.

As one the whole Troop headed for the woods, the leaders were very well aware that we were going to initiate the new boys and would stay out of the way drinking tea and setting up their own tents.

We hit he first clearing and the five new Scouts were grabbed, I held Robin firmly while the other members of the Patrol stripped of his shorts and underpants, hammers and pegs were produced and we had Robin’s ankles spread wide and tied, he had just about given up the struggle so it was easy to strip off his tee shirt and secure his wrists.

Around the clearing four other boys were similarly bound and I wasn’t the only free Scout groping my crutch to get my hard cock into a more comfortable position.

Each Patrol knelt around their victim or victims and the “red belly” treatment began, four slaps each, Robin’s cock, not quite soft, bounced with each slap and in minutes our hapless victims were struggling and shouting.

Somehow tickling was suggested and our victims were tickled until the laughter turned to sobs and almost to tears.

The oldest PL decided that it was time to “red bum” them, five pairs of ankles were released, drawn up over the victims heads and secured to the pegs holding their wrists. It was the sight of Robin exposed like this that caused my orgasm to flood my underpants.

Each Patrol member was permitted to administer three slaps to each cheek, Robin’s arse pinkened at the first slap and got redder from there on, he squirmed a lot but there was no escape, other boys were in tears but Robin defiant in defeat got a hard on. My turn at last, I couldn’t resist placing my slaps right in his crack so that the tips of my fingers contacted his hole, he grunted with each slap and drew his knees to his chest as much as he could, his hard dick pointing down at his face. The final slap brought a loud shout from him and he relaxed in his bonds realising it was over.

The five boys were untied and had to run naked to the river because their clothes had been taken, we all stripped quickly and leapt, hard cocks bobbing, into the cold water.

That night in our tent Robin was pressed into showing his red belly and bum to the rest of the Patrol, this in turn led to six teenage boys wanking furiously until each had shot a load.

The following night teh PLs were left in charge of the camp while the two leaders repaired to the local pub, Robin, because of his age was allowed to stay up with us until the leaders returned. We had only been alone for a few minutes when I was grabbed from behind, something was stuffed in my mouth and despite putting up a good fight I soon found myself stripped and staked as Robin had been the day before.

Nicky, the oldest PL explained that since it was my first camp as a PL I had to be initiated into the ranks, Robin had to be involved because the leaders had let stay up.

My torture began with each boy tugging a few hairs from around my cock and in my armpits, then the front of my body was slapped from my chest to my knees, I was blindfolded and my cock and balls were played with roughly, I got hard. My legs were released, I knew what was coming as my ankles were tied over my head. Don’t ask me how many times my arse was slapped but I was in tears, my cock was stroked often as they spanked me and I stayed hard.

My legs were let down and I was tickled until I hurt, I was still hard. My legs were held above my head and I was spanked in my crack and on my hole. My legs were let down, hands pinched at my nipples, more hands tugged my balls, my cock was worked hard and I blew.

My arms were released and the gag removed, I removed the blindfold to find three PLs and Robin naked laughing at me, they had obviously blown because their cocks were just begining to soften.

That camp yielded another seven pairs of underpants for my collection and has been responsible for many cum drenched nights since.