ahh, the memoriesMy scoutmaster, if we were naughty, would give us the option of telling our parents or pulling down our trousers, bending us over his knee and spanking us.
I always thought it a bit odd that the woggle he carried in his pocket used to grow everytime he asked me if I wanted a spank.
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