This took place when I was in Scouts.
We were on a hiking trip, and due to the timing of the weekend, only myself and one other boy were able to go. Well knowing that we had been looking forward to the trip for some time, our leader decided we would go anyways to avoid disappointment. Well, the day came and we loaded up the truck and were off. We hiked a fair distance the first day, and when we decided to set up camp, we looked for a suitable site. Unfortunatly (or fortunately) the terrain was uneven and it was hard to find a flat area to pitch our tents. Well we managed to find one for us to set up, but our leader had to go down the path a bit further before he could find a site for his tent. So as we set up our tents, it began to get dark and after dinner we at around the campfire before retiring for the night.
As we prepared to turn in, our leader informed us that he was just down the path if we needed him and made sure we were alright. Well I wasn't tired and neither was Brad (the other boy) so we decided to play some cards. Well as ofen happens when you are younger we got bored with just playing cards and decided to make it more interesting by betting. But what to bet? Brad then said he had a great idea...we could play strip poker and everytime you lost, you had to take off a piece of clothing. Well I wasn't very good a cards and I started losing pretty quickly, it wasn't long before I was completely naked. Brad told me not to worry though because he had a plan for how we could continue. He said that I could bet dares against him and everytime I lost, he got to make me d something.
Well it seemed like a good idea at the time, but it wasn't long before I was running around the tent naked, doing jumping jacks, and thngs like that. Then came the big dare. Brad told me that if I lost, he would get to tie me up and spannk my bottom. Well I lost, and Brad pulled out some rope which we had for fastening things to our packs. H started by tying my hand securely together behind my back. I lay on my side as he then ran the rope down my ass crack and securely fastened my feet together at the ankles. Then with the end left over he reached between my legs and, grabbing a firm hold of my dick, he tied the end around the shaft of my _c_o_c_k_. He then took out his scarf and, placing it around my head, gagged me so I could only make muffled grunts.
Then he went outside and returned shortly after with a thin branch. My eyes went wde when I saw the branch, and though I tried to protest there was really nothing that I could do. And so he rolled me over onto y stomach and I could see the shadow on the side of the tent as his arm raised up and then SWISH!, a sharp pain across my backside. SWISH! SWISH! Two more well laid swings. I struggled to get loose but to no avail. Brad just laughed as he continued to wail on my already sore backside. I don't know how many tmes he hit me, but when he finally stopped I was crying. But it wasn't over yet. He then pulled out his polaroid and started snapping pictures of me bound and gagged there and of my well beaten ass.
He then gathered up all of my camp gear including my clothes and headed out of the tent. I just lay there in the darkness as there was nothing else I could do and waited for him to return. When he came back, he informed me that all of my stuff was somewhere in the woods, and as he untied me he warned that I had better take a flashlight and start looking for it unless I wanted to spend the rest of the night naked and have to explain myself to our leader the next morning. So despite my sore red butt, I gathered up the flashlight and crept out into the night lookig for my clothes. Well fortunately Brad wasn't too original and I quickly found my stuff down by the eaders tent. I gathered it up and headeed back to the tent. As I crawled into my sleeping bag, Brad asked me if I was up for a rematch tomorrow night. I said I was and swore revenge, but that is a story for another time.