Boy Scouts Butts on Fire at Summer Camp


by Pavo <PAVO208@YAHOO.COM>

BUTTS ON FIRE AT FIRE MT. SCOUT RESERVATION

Mike and I had recently moved a small town in the northwest. We had both been in Scout troops and ended up joining the only troop in the area. We didnt really like the Scoutmaster – we would soon have good reason.

Two months after joining we went to summer camp at Fire Mt. Mike and I had become best friends so we shared a tent together. I was 13 and I think Mike was 14. We were not gay but curious about _s_e_x_ like all boys. The first night we were fooling around in our tent playing grab ass. To make a long story short we started playing with each others _c_o_c_k_s. That is when the Scoutmaster open our tent and caught us red handed – so to say.

He had a strange look on his face. He then told us that our fag behavior was not acceptable in his troop. He told us we had two choices. The first being to tell everyone in the troop what we had been doing. Then we could call our parents the same and to come and get us. Our other choice was that we would each receive two spankings. He said we would two because our offense was so serious. He told us we would never forget one of his spankings. We were told think about is and give him our decision before flag ceremony in the morning.

We were scared to death because in anyone ever found out our lives at school would be more than hell. Mike and I had never been spanked at home and thought how bad could it be, besides we really had no choice. In the morning we told the Scoutmaster that we would take the spanking. He asked if we were sure because there was no changing our minds. We said yes. I was starting to feel scared again. He told us to meet him at the rifle range at exactly 12:00 noon. He said that everyone would be gone by 11:30 am. He said we were to remove our uniforms, fold them neatly, and stand at attention in front of the shooting benches until he arrived. Nagged I said in shock! Yes he said, if you are not ready you will receive extra swats. Now get ready for flag ceremony.

After the flag ceremony the Scoutmaster made a number of announcements. The last one was that Mike and I would not be joining the troop for lunch as we had a service project to perform. The older Scouts all seemed to have knowing smirks on their faces. Neither of us ate much breakfast. Then the Senior Patrol Leader came by and told us that he hoped we enjoyed our "service project" laughing as he left. I almost threw up.

We ditched our merit badge classes, as we were both too scared to go. We talked about what was going to happen and hoped that he didnt hit us below what our shorts would cover. The troop was very strict in that we were only allowed to bring scout shorts, our scout shirts and troop t-shirt. We were not allowed to bring and "street cloths" including long pants. We continued to talk as we walked the mile or so to the rifle range. We decided whatever he did to us we would never be heard. We hid in the bushes until everyone left. It was almost noon so we removed our cloths and waited in front of the shooting benches. I was so scared that I was shaking, Im not sure but I think mike was also shaking.

It seemed like forever standing out there exposed in the open until he showed up. At once I started to babble about how sorry I was and that I would never to it again. He told me to shut up and that soon I would be very sorry. He asked if we were spanked at home. We said no. He said too bad and that he would be sure to do a good job on our butts. He told us that he would first spank us with his hand, then his belt. We would then be given a break for our butts to start to swell up we would then both be given 10 swats with a switch, as he whipped it in the air. I was in shock. He told me I was first and to turn around and bend over the table. I could not move so the turned me around and pushed me down hard on the table. His big hand held my chest down; my toes barely touched the ground. He started to rub my soft white butt and started to become aroused – that didnt last long as his big hand came down hard right between my cheeks WHACK! I was shocked by how much it hurt then again WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He kept hitting me non-stop I tried to be strong but by the tenth whack or so I was crying and my legs were all over the place. After 20 or so whacks he stopped and told me to be still or he would keep hitting me until I did. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I Managed to stay somewhat still how Im not sure because my mind was swimming I bit my lip to keep from yelling out. After what seemed like forever he stopped. I thought oh good he is done so I started to get up. He pushed me back down and told me to stay there he had barley started working on my butt. He moved to the side of the table so I could see him slowly removing his belt. He had a standard leather Boy Scout belt. He said that I was going to receive 25 strokes and that he wasnt going to hold be down but that if I moved he would start over.

He asked if I was ready. The second I mumbled out yes. WHACK! I screamed. He hit me three more times. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He told be the last three were for screaming and that they didnt count. He said to buck up and take it like a man. If I screamed he would and 10 strokes and then he would start over – I hated him. He said he was going to start over and asked if I was ready. I said yes, then nothing. He waited several seconds then WHACK! Pause WHACK! Pause WHACK! He knew what he was doing because he waited just long enough for the pain to set in but no time to recover. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I thought I was going to go mad then it stopped. I was told to get up and stand behind the table so I could watch Mike get his. As I got up I lost my legs and fell landing on my butt god it hurt. I rolled over and lay their crying he grabbed me by my hair and forced me to my feet. Told be to quit crying and stand there. I started to rub my sore butt – he told be to remove my hands from my butt and lock them behind my neck. Mike took his whipping much better than I did. It was almost worse watching Mike get hit over and over again. Every time he got hit I could feel it on my butt. The Scoutmaster had a look on his face that showed he was enjoying himself.

The belt WHACK was hitting Mike! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! With each whack I became more and more excited. By the time Mike had received his 25 whacks my _c_o_c_k_ was sticking strait out. The Scoutmaster turned around and saw my hard on. He said that I clearly hadnt learned anything yet, so I would receive extra strokes with the switch. I wanted to beg him to stop but knew he would only hit me more. We were made to stand there for what seemed like forever as he went off did something. As much as my butt hurt and knowing what was still to come – I was even more scared that someone would show up and see us there.

He came back and told me to resume the position. He handed me my under shorts and suggested that I stuff them in my mouth to prevent screams because he would hate to have to give me extra strokes. I did as he suggested and stuffed my own underwear in my mouth. I didnt have long to hear a loud noise I dont know if it was the switch hitting my sore butt or me screaming into my underwear. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I know I had to be screaming uncontrollably into my underwear. I didnt even realize it was over until he picked me up from the table and told be to remove my underwear and resume the position and watch Mike get his. I remove the underwear that were soaking wet. As I stood there I realized that I had been hit half way down on my thighs, I looked down to see a welt that everyone else would see.

Mike declined his underwear. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Mike screamed and screamed and screamed. After mike calmed down the Scoutmaster handed him underwear again and told that because he screamed that he would have to start over. Mike cried that he only had three left! He said well know you have just earned five extra so you have 15 more coming. Mike slowly stuffed his underwear into his mouth and it began again WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Mike was screaming into his underwear, I was crying wishing it would end. For the last stroke he took very careful aim and laid the last stroke half way down Mikes legs on purpose so everyone would see what a bastard!

He helped Mike up and turned him around to face me. He removed Mikes underwear from his mouth. We were told to get dressed and go back to camp. We were reminded that we would repeat this the last day of camp. We headed down the trai rubbing our sore rears worried about the last lash that all our friends would see, but even more concerned about our next whipping in only four days time....


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