I Spanked a Hunky Boy Scout - Sex Stories

I Spanked a Hunky Boy Scout

... him. He looked shocked momentarily, then he slowly eased his pants down over his now rigid cock. My eyes were locked on his magnificent penis as I placed the paper in front of him on the desk with the pen. “Write down the map coordinates, Steve.” “I don’t remember them,” he mumbled. I came round and bent him over the desk, spread his legs apart and swish, swish, gave him two strokes with the crop across his taut bum cheeks. He stood upright and his rigid cock stood out straight over the edge of the desk. “Write down the map coordinates,” I repeated. “I don’t remember them.” Again I bent him over the desk and spread his legs, taking a little longer and enjoying the view. Swish, swish, I gave him another two strokes with the crop before making him stand upright. His erection was thick and it throbbed as he stood. “For the last time write down the map coordinates.” “Please Ma'am, I don’t know them.” Without waiting for me this time he bent over the desk and spread his legs wide. Swish, swish, swish, I gave him three more strokes with the crop and he leapt up, his cock swinging from side to side as he rubbed his bum. I read out the map coordinates and watched as he wrote them down. “What are the three key safety points I reminded everyone of earlier this evening?” “I don’t remember,” he said. “Get down on the floor do press ups until I tell you to stop.” He got down into position. Each time he went down his cock smacked the floor and each time he pushed up, swish! I used the ...

... crop on him, flaying it across those firm and muscled cheeks. I lost count of the number of strokes; I’d got into a nice rhythm. When I told him to get up his cock was rigid from tapping against the floor and it glistened with precum. “This is supposed to be punishment and yet you have the nerve to stand in front of me with an erection. What have you got to say to that?” “I can’t help it Ma'am,” he said, trying to cover himself with his hands. I struck his hand away with the crop. “I think I know how to deflate your ego. Lie down on your back on this bench.” He lay down with his cock pointing up in the air. I went over to the desk and picked up a short plastic ruler. “Six strokes with this should make you return to normal,” I told him as I flicked the springy ruler across his thick cock. “If you move I will give you extra strokes.” Thwack, thwack, thwack and his cock bounced from side to side with each stroke across the shaft. “Ow, ow, Jeees…” “Two extra for blaspheming.” Thwack, thwack. I was enjoying how each stroke across the length of his cock set it swinging. Steve yelped with each stroke but a secret smile flickered round his lips. I could tell he was getting turned on by this punishment. I wrapped my hand round the shaft and my fingers failed to meet. A good length of shaft continued beyond the top of my hand. He was a big lad and I wondered what he would feel like inside me. I shrugged off this thought and pulled his foreskin back to reveal the glistening head and he ...