When I was 19 years old I applied to be a camp counselor at St. Stephen's Boys Camp. I liked little boys a lot and loved to be around them. So I figured this would be the perfect way to spend my summer.

It was a summer camp run by the Catholic Church and it was located back in the mountains about 50 miles from my hometown. I filled out an application and had an interview with Father Murray, the director of the camp. The interview went well and I got the position. My assignment would be the Squirrel Cabin and my little charges would be ages 8 to 10 years old.

I was thrilled to get the job and even more thrilled when he told me that they ran a pretty strict atmosphere and that spanking was allowed, if needed for really naughty little boys. "A few smacks across the bare bottom never hurt a growing boy," said Father Murray.

So at the beginning of summer, I was off to St. Stephen's Boys Camp, and more specifically, the Squirrel Cabin. I knew I would have fun. And I was right.

After two days of training, the first day of camp finally arrived. In my cabin I had 10 boys, ages from 8 to 10 years old. I met with the boys, gave them a few rules, and helped them unpack. I even told them that spanking was allowed at Camp Stephen's.

Then I handed them their camp uniforms and delighted in watching them strip down to their underwear as they changed into their new clothes. I was happy that they were not shy about changing in front of each other or myself. One boy, in fact, walked around in his little tight, white briefs for at least 10 minutes before finally getting dressed.

We had lunch and that afternoon we went out in the canoes. We came back and had about 30 minutes of "horizontal time." After dinner we went to the campfire and it was bedtime around 9 p. m.

The second day I handed out four punishment orders: two time outs and two spankings. That afternoon at 4 p. m. two of the boys did their time outs in the corners of the cabin. The two boys ordered to be spanked went with me behind a large partition. I was glad for that partition because the spankings would be less embarrassing that way.

The two boys to be spanked were Arnold, 8, and Timmy, 9. Arnold was a chubby little kid with a big butt, and Timmy was somewhat average in size, but loaded with lots of red hair and freckles.

"Since these are first offense spankings, they will be light this time," I told the boys. Then I directed them to take their pants off. Without very little complaining, they both removed their pants, thus giving me a view of their briefs. I took a hold of Arnold first. After lifting up his shirt, I took my hand and began spanking his large, chubby butt. I gave him about six spanks across his underpants and then allowed him to get his pants on. He cried a little during the spanking, even though it was not a hard spanking. Then I took a hold of Timmy and did the same. I gave him about six spanks across his underpants. Timmy did not cry.

Two days later I caught Arnold throwing sand at another boy and then kicking him when we were down at the lake swimming. I quickly grabbed Arnold, took him behind some bushes, removed his bathing suit, and slapped his big bare bottom about 10 times. Reddened his butt pretty good. He cried something awful, but it did not deter me from my mission to punish him. In fact, I really enjoyed spanking his big fleshy ass.

At the end of the fourth day, I had handed out 4 time outs and 4 spankings. So at 4 p. m. I met with all eight kids. The two others played games in the game room while I dealt with the 8 mischievous boys. I put 4 of them in the corners of the cabin and met with the other 4 boys behind the partition.

The boys to be spanked were Anthony, 8; Thomas, 8; Peter, 9; and John, 10. John was a cute little blonde boy that I had wanted to spank from the first day. His little butt caught my eye and I had thought about how much fun it would be to spank. Now was my chance.

This day I went to each individually. First to Anthony and said, "Drop your pants." He did. Then I slid his little Jockey briefs down and spanked his cute little bare bottom. About 10 spanks. Then I went to Thomas and asked him to drop his pants. He did. Then I slid his little plaid boxers down and slapped his cute little ass. Then to Peter, who dropped his pants and his underpants for me. I got a nice look at his cute little pecker before turning him around and spanking his cute little butt.

At that point I had all of the boys go to the recreation room so that I could be alone with John.

"John," I said. "You are in a lot of trouble. You had timeouts three times already. And you were warned about five times today."

I was sitting on one of the bunks and asked him to "Get over here." He stood in front of me as I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. Then I put him across my lap, staring at his cute little girlish ass covered by very tight Hanes briefs.

Then I spanked his little ass about six times. He cried. And then cried much harder as I grabbed the elastic band on his briefs and lowered them to expose his really cute little bare bottom. A perfectly round, smooth, chubby and shapely little girlish ass.

I could wait. I slapped his right cheek. "Ooowww Owwwww!" Then his left cheek. "Ooooooowwww Ooooowwwww Ouch Ouch!!! Ooowww" Lots of crying. Lots of tears flowing as I continued to spank his beautiful little butt. That was the most fun I have ever had spanking a boy.

That night Arnold, the fat one, became a real pain in the ass. So I let the punishment fit the crime. He was on his bunk in his pajamas. I put him on his stomach and slid his pajama bottoms down, baring his large shapely ass. And I gave his ass a pretty good spanking. Maybe about 20 hard slaps to each naked cheek!!!!

That summer I probably handed out about 80 spankings, most of them on the bare bottom. Topping the list was Arnold with about 10 spankings and John with about 6. Marvin was the only boy that got just one spanking, but it was a good one. One day in the shower room I caught him flipping towels. So I grabbed him by the arm and just wailed away at his cute little round butt. In fact, my hand got sore from spanking him so hard.

By the way, I must admit that I got a spanking from Father Murray during the fourth week. But that's another story (although a good one).