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All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is
entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of
sexual activity between adult males and minors. READ NO
FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended
by such material.

Spanked At Scouts - Part 2

By Simon Carr

Remembering back, the most common situation was for the
person in charge of the scout meeting to contrive a way
to give me a punishment for doing something wrong, and
then to progress this in stages until I was overcome
with excitement!

For example, shortly after I fell over during fieldwork,
our scoutmaster decided to read out the regulations
concerning coming to scouts 'neat, clean and tidy', so I
had to accompany him to the toilets to get my knees
washed. After several attempts, my socks became soaked
(so had to come off), followed by my shorts getting
splashed, so these needed putting on the radiator to
dry. Then my pants were found to be non-regulation, so a
mild bare bottom spanking was in order! With wandering
hands, I soon became erect, which was of course a
serious offence requiring several gentle slaps on the
offending shaft using the leather belt taken from my
shorts. I was then warned that if my erection 'leaked'
during the slaps, it was a sign that I needed more
attention, to be administered later! The Captain checked
for 'leakage' by opening up my piss slit and rubbing his
fingers around in circles - which had the desired effect
- and after a couple more slaps of the leather, I was
dribbling precum profusely. The later attention was
booked for the following day at his house.

When I went to the Captain's house I was only following
orders, which I thought to be just a continuing part of
the telling off process - not that he wanted to take
things further then he dared do in a relatively public
place (the scout hut toilets) - or to plan the session
more carefully.

On the visit, I was naturally wearing full and correct
scout uniform, and was nervous of what might happen. He
answered the door similarly dressed, and quickly ushered
me through the house to a back room, which resembled a
headmaster's study - so more or less as expected. He sat
at the desk and I stood vaguely at attention facing him.
He read from what looked like a prepared text, detailing
my previous unkempt appearance, disregard for the rules,
and having a defective 'boyhood' which grew erect when
it shouldn't and became wet for no reason. The last two
points were going to be investigated next.

He asked me to step forward and stand next to him, with
my hands on my head. As he started to unbuckle the belt
of my shorts, I found I couldn't stand straight with the
tickling feeling, and so as a natural reaction, bent at
the knees and brought my arms down. This caused him to
become suddenly cross (apparently), and to insist that
as I couldn't stand still he would have to tie me down
'like a naughty little boy'. I was made to sit on the
edge of the desk, which was practically empty, whilst he
tied my ankles to the legs of the desk with rope. I was
told to lie down, with my head on a cushion (thoughtful
plucked from a nearby chair), and dangle my arms over
the edges of the desk. The Captain then got under the
desk and, with a long length of rope, loosely tied my
wrists together so that I was effectively held to the
desk. He then yanked my shirt out of the waistband of my
shorts and pulled it up to just below my nipples. A long
belt was then placed across my chest and buckled up,
fairly tightly, beneath the desk. I felt the cold air on
my exposed belly, and then the Captain's fingers as they
wandered around my lower midriff. The scoutmaster then
checked my knees and straining thighs with his big
hands, muttering something about hidden treasures as he
did so. My view was very restricted, and I was surprised
to feel a degree of uncontrolled stiffing inside my
pants as he got back on with the job of undoing my belt
buckle.

'Botty up, Carr,' he said with a smile. 'Let's slide
these restrictions down.'

Needless to say, it wasn't long before my shorts and
pants were near my knees and my problem 'boyhood' had
gone completely stiff, as he had predicted.

I remember the Captain considering its angle as too
acute, because 'boyhoods should poke out at 90 degrees,
not up at your belly button'. Therefore, my 'boyhood'
was painfully (or pleasurably?) bent down and fixed into
position by a leather cord. The long cord was looped
over my circumcised penis and pulled tight, making my
shaft point up toward the ceiling, before being tied off
around my knees.

As the precum flowed, the Captain flapped around my ball
sac and the inside of my thighs, and eventually ran his
fingernails up and down my aching shaft and into the wet
piss slit as before. From a pocket, he produced a smooth
metal device that was about two inches long and shaped
like a golf tee with a tiny ball on the pointed end.

'I need to investigate where all this wet is coming
from, Carr,' he said with some concern.

The ball end of the device was rubbed into my precum
before it entered my piss slit: this move was carried
out with a gentle sequence of pulls and pushes until the
device was in and up to its shaped mushroom end stop!
The feeling was absolutely tremendous - being tied down,
penis bent and throbbing against a leather cord, and a
slimy smooth pin straight down the centre of my knob! As
I gasped and groaned, the Captain started to squeeze my
ball sac and rub his thumb up the underneath of my cock,
which caused the well lubricated pin to start rising up
and out of the top of my knob - slow to start with, but
speeding up as it got going.

When the pin was nearly out, the Captain pushed it back
in with a single, slippery push (supreme pleasure!), and
then worked it out again. After a few goes, I was on the
edge of an explosion, tensed up, sweating, and breathing
irregularly ... so he stopped, and put the precum soaked
pin between his teeth, whilst muttering something like
'a very interesting case'. He then, I think, got his own
tool out and started wanking under the desk! I'm sure he
then treated himself to a few goes of the pin before he
continued with me.

As Captain Brewster worked me back up to fever pitch, my
scarf was repositioned over my eyes, and in the ensuing
combination of spasm and extreme orgasm, spunk suddenly
splattered everywhere - all over my belly and thighs,
and even reaching my mouth, chin and neck. We both
sighed and gasped, and when the peak had passed I was
aware of the salty taste of sperm (for the first time)
in my mouth.

I saw, when the scoutmaster released my bindings a few
minutes later, that my pulsating knob was covered in
whitish goo, and that a thick thread of spunk had
dripped off my chin and onto my shirt.

Captain Brewster insisted on cleaning me up before he
disappeared into the kitchen to make a pot of tea. I was
sent home that day without the results of the Captain's
investigation, which he said needed far more study.

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Spanked At Scouts - Part 2 (R1)

Copyright © 2006 by Shy Boy

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