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{ASSM} The Good Scout 1/3 {Teddy Daze} (mF, hs, bd)

The Good Scout 1/3
Part of the saga DIARY OF A YOUNG SCHOOLBOY (D.A.Y.S.)

by Teddy Daze

Keywords: mF, hs, bd

I am compiling a series of stories from a high school setting,
chronicling my experiences from sexually awkward adolescent to
someone who knows.... more. Stories may or may not be my real,
personal experiences - keeping you guessing is half the fun!

If you enjoy my trash, consider tipping me via Paypal (teddy.days
at gmail dot com). It will go a long way to helping me write
more! Also, all comments and feedback are welcome via my email!


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How did a scrawny, nerdy, little perv like me end up joining the
Scouts troupe in my high school? It all happened from club
recruitment day, when I was new in the school. I passed by the
Scouts' stall and one of the seniors taunted 'join if you're real
man.'

I know they're big in other parts of the world; but here, they
were a small group of loudmouths who thought too highly of
themselves, and spent much of their time on stupid stuff, like
learning hundreds of knots we never used, staring at girls, and
inventing lewd songs.

I once told a senior member of the troupe I didn't want to be a
Scout anymore, and he jovially replied, "Then go be a Girl Guide!
MWAAHAHAHA...!"

But everything changed when Mr Chew, our Scoutmaster, was
transferred. He was a very nice, gentle man, but getting on in
age. Naturally it was hard to enforce discipline on all those
rowdy troopers. Non of the other teachers in the school were
qualified to lead the troupe, so the national Scouts Association
assigned an external one directly.

To all the boys' astonishment (but mostly delight), the
replacement was an attractive and sporty lady, whom we addressed
as Ms Tina. Usually we'd call her Missy, short form of Troupe
Mistress. Every moment of her presence the boys would be ogling
her, and I found it fitting not to, so as to convince myself that
I was different from these ruffians. Other students even asked to
join us, when news of this new Missy spread.

The boys were very responsive to Ms Tina's requests, a far cry
from Mr Chew's days. Maybe they were all gentlemen at heart, who
knew better than to upset a woman? More likely, they just wanted
to impress her and open opportunities to get fresh with her!

However, Missy had more trouble getting the boys to take part in
the Annual Skills Competition. It was a country-wide contest to
test Scouts' ability to assemble poles and planks with ropes.
Every year contestants would be asked to make something
different, and the objective was conveyed only when you stood
there ready to begin. It meant you had to master many forms of
rope knots, to better deal with the unknown challenge. A pile of
junk and rope would be placed before you and the first to finish
assembling a working model won.

Each troupe only needed one representative. Since the boys
thought this contest was lame, they boys decided to nominate me.
If I refused, they'd wallop me.

Before this I hardly spoke to Ms Tina, but I conveyed my
frustration at this 'nomination' and how bad I was at knots.
Missy insisted that I stayed and tried. She said I seemed to be
the smartest in the troupe, and the competition was about brains
over brawn. I was both surprised and flattered, so I didn't want
to disappoint her.

After the last Scout meeting of the term, Ms Tina suddenly asked
if I could stay and discuss the Skills Competition I was
'elected' for. Grudgingly I agreed, my hopes of rushing hope for
a gaming marathon delayed.

My Scout Mistress had a temporary room given to her. It was
located at the other end of school among the science labs on the
top floor. The management opted not to give her a table in the
teachers' room since she only came on Saturdays. Still, her
assigned office was very decent. It was air-conditioned and
clean, serving as an extra store for documents and experiment
equipment from the labs.

Recently the other offices were disposing excess furniture, and
Ms Tina got the ever-eager boys to collect them up here. Now
Missy had even more comforts than the school's own teachers.
There was a standard office desk and chair (but no computer or
phone line), an extra shelf to put her knick-knacks, an old couch
long enough to lie on, and 2 wooden dining chairs with back
support from the staff lounge.

Almost no one knew how much excess furniture our Scout Mistress
had collected, only that she took away extra junk from the staff.
If word spread, some staff would be unhappy to realize that she
practically had a private office now, and they didn't! Staff
politics could be this petty -
fussing over who's got more furniture.

Ms Tina was wearing her troupe uniform as always. It was
identical to ours, except for more badges on the blouse; she also
donned a dark green skirt instead of our pants. Her long hair was
always bundled up neatly so it didn't get in the way of physical
activities. She would wear her own cap to shield the sun from her
face. For a Scout Mistress and active woman, Ms Tina was
fair-skinned, soft-spoken and slender. I would expect her types
to be rough, dark and big-bodied.

"I hope you've been studying the booklet I lent you and
remembered some knots." She said, and pointed to a heap of
practice ropes at the corner. "Why don't you show me what you've
learned so far?"

At that point I had memorized 4-6 from Ms Tina's booklet. Now she
wanted to give me practical training. Then we realized we needed
something to tie the knots on. Ideally we should use the long,
heavy wooden poles the troupe used for the usual training. They'd
be similar to the ones I'd encounter in the real competition.
However, I couldn't possibly lug them all the way up from the
ground-floor storeroom alone.

After a moment of pondering, Missy grinned: "Improvising is a
Scout trademark! We have no poles, so let's try using our hands.
They're of similar shape anyway."

Ms Tina would often talk about Scouts' important values and
qualities with youthful vigor, but I thought most of the boys
wouldn't care for them. It was puzzling why she got involved in
the first place. There was a national Girl Guides group-- the
female equivalent of the Scouts, after all. Perhaps she wanted
something tougher to fulfill her craving for adventure-- Scout
activities were typically more grueling. Ms Tina had so far went
to all our hikes, and never lagged behind any boy.

And now she was leading by example again. I told her that wrists
were thinner than poles, and it might not be the best idea.
"Simple!" she replied. "We'll use thinner ropes, so that we can
maintain the thickness ratio. See here?" she had pulled out a
thin rope from the heap, and begun to tie my scrawny wrists
together.

"It works very well!" she beamed with success. I pulled on my
wrists, and could not free myself. "If all your knots can be this
secure, you'll stand a chance in the competition." She added as
she undid the knot. "Now you try."

"Missy....? On your wrists? Is...is this appropriate?" I
hesitated.

She chuckled. "We're practicing for something important, Teddy!
It's not a big deal!"

Actually, I was more worried about someone else walking in on us
and wondering what on Earth we were doing. But all the other
Scouts had cantered home, and no one else would be hanging around
on the forth floor of the labs in the first day of vacation. I
carefully wound the rough material around Missy's fair, slender
wrists. I looked at her for assurance. She smiled to convey
everything was fine.

I began to like and respect Ms Tina. This was the first time I
was alone with her. Normally she was so distant, surrounded by an
ensemble of the bigger boys. She had a soothing, v-shaped face.
Her eyes weren't large, but almond shaped and slanted. She had a
small sharp nose, perched above her pink full lips. She stood as
tall as my chin and looked almost....fragile; but I knew better--
I had seen how rugged and fit she could be.

I stepped back from her and waited for more instructions. Missy
looked over my knot without trying to pull it. "Let's try another
knot, right next to this one."

I picked another small rope from the pile, and clumsily tied it
beside the first, inwards to her elbow. It was the first time I
tried to tie those knots I learnt mentally from Ms Tina's guide,
and I had a difficult time.

"Show me a third one, Teddy." She said.

"Erm, Missy.... There isn't room on your wrists anymore."

Ms Tina sat on the old couch, hands still tied, and kicked her
shoes off. I squatted on the floor and held up her legs. They
were as fair as the rest of her, but showed signs of wear from so
much rugged activity. Within seconds I had difficulty breathing
and tried to trace the reason. It seemed that holding Missy's
legs had excited me. I looked up and she still had that assuring
smile.

Halfway working her legs, I gazed her over with all her limbs
tied up. It felt like I was kidnapping her and keeping her for
myself.... what a swivel of power that would be! Ms Tina the
strong and respected Scout leader......under the complete mercy
of me, the wimpiest member of her troupe.

I stood up and looked purposefully, waiting for Missy's reaction.
She began to struggle and pull. Immediately all three knots came
loose!

Ms Tina stood up triumphantly. "You're right, Teddy. Your
knotting skills are very poor. Eventually you must be good enough
to tie ropes which I can't break out of." I drooped my head in
disappointment.

"Don't feel so bad! Such things need real practice, not just
memorizing." She put one hand on my shoulder, and offered me a
bundle of ropes to experiment on for the holidays. "Let's see how
you fare when school reopens!"

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**Profile**

By day, I'm a normal guy working as a (mediocre) professional
writer. By night, I enjoy writing trashy smut that blur the line
between fact and fiction. I like my erotica brusque, simple, and
visceral. All email feedback and comments appreciated!  ~Teddy
Daze

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