Scout's Honor Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

Scout's Honor Pt. 03

... the burly scoutmaster.

As soon as we got into his office, he locked the door behind us. Dan smiled at me, we both knew what was going to happen.

"Now all three of you idiots bend over, and grab the end of my desk!" He yelled.

The color seemed to have returned to his face, as he lifted his arm up past over his wide-brimmed scout hand. He reached back down, and smacked each of our behinds. Each time he hit us it got harder and harder, causing our bodies to throw the desk a few inches forward. He did it again, this time lightly grabbing our Ass-cheeks through our olive-green scout shorts.

"So, which one of you shitheads did this?!" He yelled.

Smack! Smack! His hand came down much harder than last time.

"Since you guys don't want to fess up. Stand up and pull your shorts down!" He bellowed.

We quickly stood up, and undid our belt clasps. All three of us dropped our scout shorts down, over our tan hiking boots. As soon as we had dropped our shorts, he shoved us back into the desk. He pushed our button up shirts up past our waists, and began to run his hands along our behinds. He started to softly caress our backsides, and it quickly resumed to hard spanking. This time it hurt a little, because he was really hard against our skin.

He began gripping our asses tightly through the soft fabric, and then slapping his hand hard against our underwear. Truthfully, it felt pretty good and we were all starting to enjoy it. It was the perfect punishment for three sexy ...

... scout leaders.

I glanced over to watch Scoutmaster Pete spank Dan's smooth bottom. Dan's was wearing loose red checkered boxers, and every time he was spanked his soft butt cheeks seem to jiggle up and down. Dan was clearly enjoying it, and was begging him for more. It was hard to say but it seem like Scoutmaster Pete's shorts had creased up as he continue to punish Dan. Once he was satisfied with how much he had spanked Dan, he moved over behind Greg.

Greg was wearing tight white underwear, and Scoutmaster Pete began to slap his perfect behind. It was thick with muscle, and flexed every time he got smacked. Greg didn't even seem to flinch, he moaned and groaned every time he got hit but was clearly enjoying it. Scoutmaster stopped spanking him, and rubbed his hands up and down all over his bottom. He was clearly admiring Greg's perfect behind. He reached up and pulled Greg's underwear down just enough to expose both his cheeks. Scoutmaster Pete rubbed his hands inside his bare muscle cheeks, and circled his hole with his index finger. Greg brushed his hair aside, and smiled back at him as he slid his finger in.

Scoutmaster Pete took his finger out and pushed Greg's underwear back to his waist. He moaned loudly as the scoutmaster Pete removed his belt and hit whipped hard against the back of his tight white underwear.

I thought it was my turn, but he was still focused on Greg and I could see why.

He picked up his leather belt, and whipped it hard against Greg's ...