I Spanked a Hunky Boy Scout - Sex Stories

I Spanked a Hunky Boy Scout

My name is Angie, 21 years old, I’m fit and work out in the gym twice a week. When I was younger, I was a girl guide and when the Scouts decided to let in girls I joined straight away. I just loved being with the boys. A couple of years later I became Scoutmaster for the local troop and we enjoyed success under my leadership. However, one of my lads caused me no end of trouble. Steve was a patrol leader and so should have been showing the others how to behave. Instead he answered back, smoked cigarettes and failed to lead his patrol well. On the other hand, everyone liked this charming 17 year old; he was fun and he was a handsome young lad. Don’t get me wrong, his charms failed to sway me. I did everything I could to get him to see the error of his ways but things came to a head at the end of one Friday meeting. I’d been briefing the troop on a night hike we were going to take part in on the Saturday evening. I expected the Patrol Leaders to take notes and act responsibly. As usual Steve was laughing and joking, making silly comments and generally larking around. “Steve, I hope you have been paying attention to the briefing as you will be responsible for eight youngsters on Saturday evening.” He looked like a rabbit caught in a car’s headlights and had no answer for a change. “Right,” I began, “please remind the troop of the map coordinates where we are meeting on Saturday.” “Er, um,” he began. His face went scarlet and I almost felt bad about humiliating him this way. ...

... “You will stay behind at the end of this meeting and I will supervise your note taking to make sure you are capable of looking after your Patrol.” “Yes Ma'm,” he sensibly responded. The meeting broke up and Steve joined me in my office. “I am extremely disappointed in your behaviour Steve. You were not paying attention, you were laughing and joking and messing around. You set a very poor example to those in your Patrol and in the whole troop.” “Yes Ma'am.” “I am considering demoting you until you learn how to behave like an adult.” “Please Miss Angie, Ma'am,” he stumbled on, “please don’t do that. It would be very embarrassing.” “Not as embarrassing as the other option I was considering.” “Anything,” he replied, “anything but demotion." “Very well, I had thought you deserved a good thrashing on your bottom. However, I would need to talk to your Father first.” “Please don’t talk to my Dad,” he paused for a few seconds, “I’ll take the thrashing if I can stay as Patrol Leader.” “Right, if you are sure. This will not be some gentle slap across your bum. It will hurt.” “I will take my punishment as long as I don’t get demoted,” he replied with his eyes downcast. “Good. Strip down to your underpants.” Then I sat back in my chair to watch. By the time he pulled off his trousers he had a decent bulge in his pants. “Bring over that riding crop from the cupboard door and a sheet of paper and a pen.” He put all the items on my desk and stepped back. “Remove your underpants,” I instructed ...