After walking for quite some time we found a good spot to pitch our tents. For the next three days I would be camping with seven boys between the ages seven and nine, all of them from Cub Scout Troop 3165. There were two large tents for the boys to share, and I had to do most of the work getting them set up.
Chad Harrison was new to the troop, and this was his first camping trip. I knew when he joined the troop that he was a trouble-maker, despite that fact that he he looked like any other innocent 7-year-old. While the other boys were doing their share of work while setting up, Chad refused to pitch in. I could only pray that I lasted the next three days with him.
We decided to go on a nature walk before cooking dinner. Chad was lagging behind and I was getting tired of having to stop on account of him. Suddenly he ran up behind Michael Foster, the shyest and youngest boy in the troop having just turned seven. He was also the smallest boy, and I had a hard enough time trying to get the other boys not to pick on him. As Chad ran up behind him he grabbed Michael's hat off his head.
"Give it back," Michael said with a sensitive look.
"Aw, is the little baby gonna cry?" Chad teased as he held the hat out of Michael's reach. He was almost a head taller.
"Chad, you have done nothing but cause trouble so far, and I am not going to tolerate it. Now give Michael his hat back," I sternly demanded.
"Here you go," Chad said, throwing the hat at Michael.
"Guys, do any of you know what happens to cub scouts who act up?" I asked.
"No," they all replied in unison.
"Gather around because you're all about to find out," I told them. I then grabbed Chad by his arm. "You're getting a spanking!"
"Ooooohhhhhh!" the other boys teased.
I took Chad over to a nearby parkbench. "Stop it! You can't do this to me!" he said loudly.
"We'll see about that young man," I told him as my fingers unbuttoned his blue, cub scout pants. I pulled his pants down below his knees and the other boys immediately started laughing when they saw his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle underpants. Chad's once sinister attitude had now changed to a look of embarrassment and fear. I slid my fingers in the waistband of his underwear.
"Oh no, please don't!" he begged in tears.
I slowly tugged Chad's underwear down. He was facing toward the other boys and they began to giggle as his little _c_o_c_k_ became exposed. I took him across my knees and rested my hand on his bare bottom. "Let this be a lesson to each one of you because this is what will happen if you act up."
I raised my hand and brought it down hard on Chad's white butt. It landed with an echoing smack. "Aaaaahhhhh!" Chad cried loudly. I went on to give him twenty fierce smacks, leaving both buns bright red. He howled and his legs were flailing. When it was over I stood him up and jumped around in pain. I pulled him to me and fastened his pants back up.
"What's the matter Chad, did your butt get a sunburn?" 9-year-old Clay Peters asked, getting the other boys to all laugh.
I got up from the bench and walked over to Clay. Grabbing him, I bent him over with his head at the side of my waist. I yanked the back of his pants and undies down just enough to expose his butt-cheeks and delivered a number of rapid-fire swats. He was totally taken by surprise and he too began to cry loudly.
"Does anybody else need a spanking before we move on?" I sternly asked after finishing with Clay. The other boys each shook their heads, having seen enough.
Things went real well until the next afternoon when each of the boys seemed to have forgot the previous day's spanking episode. Taking a seat on a tree stump I had the boys form a single file line. One by one they had their pants and underwear pulled all the way down, then put across my knees and spanked very soundly. Little Michael Foster was the last one in the line, and I was stronly considering sparing him. But I knew I could not play favorites, and it wouldn't have been fair to the others. So over my lap he went and ended up with a fanny just as red and sore as the other boys. I sat there on the tree stump with satisfaction as I watched seven little boys all sobbing loudly, with their pants and underwear down around their ankles as they tried to rub the heat off of their sore bottoms. It was the last of any trouble I had from any of them for the remainder of the trip.