THE SCOUTMISTRESS

Boy is no match for the thick thighs of a rugged scoutmistress

I was not a professional astronomer, but well known enough as an amateur to be invited 
to attend a scout camp meeting overnight to show them the stars if the weather was clear.

After a successful night of peering at the constellations it was a late bed but I was up early the 
next morning and near a genuine camp fire drinking coffee when a scout mistress approached to 
dry out a tea towel over the fire. She was a short haired and well built woman of about 40 and we 
swapped pleasantries and discussed the worsening weather, as I eyed what little could be seen 
of her legs with her knee length skirt and ankle socks. I could tell she had the kind of legs I 
adored: thick and strong. I confessed that I wondered what it would be like to be punished for a 
misdemeanour by a scout mistress.  
 
"What would you expect?" she asked, no doubt expecting me to be into spanking.
 
"Well my big sister used to squeeze my neck between her legs to punish me!" I chuckled, "but I'm 
too big for that now, and no one would do it anyway!"
 
"Don't fool yourself" she said with a wry smile.
 
There were considerable challenges tossed about before she admitted being tempted to 'test' me 
and eventually invited me to her large tent away from the eyes of the camp to see how tough I 
was.  It seemed strange to be in a tent with a woman and not about to have sex, well, 
conventional sex anyway. 
 
She wasted no time and raised her knee-length skirt to her hips as I knelt before her, admiring 
her long thick beautifully shaped thighs, and voluntarily pushed my head awkwardly between 
them.  
 
Suddenly I was a small boy again and could almost hear my angry sister as her thighs clamped 
onto my neck.  I could almost believe it was my sister again and felt an immediate response in my 
groin as I gazed down at her ample calves and felt the warmth of her smooth thigh flesh around 
my neck.

 "Let's see now" she said and applied some pressure but there was little discomfort.  
"Had enough?" she asked.

  I told her I could feel nothing and had been right after all.  Then suddenly she dropped down 
onto her side taking my neck with her and then began to squeeze again, slightly first then slowly 
more. 
 
"You asked for this!" she said as her thighs bulged, the muscles hardened and I soon realised 
why the hold was called a head scissors.  I had no idea female legs could squeeze so hard and 
heard a crackling sound as my neck vertebrae felt the strain.
 
"How about now?" She cackled.
 
I had pride and uttered the word 'no', not realising she could squeeze even harder, feeling my 
face reddening and real pain, but I fought the desire to groan, as she herself groaned but with 
effort. I cupped my hands on her thighs feeling the awful power beneath the soft flesh as my head 
and face seemed to throb. Then suddenly all was black.  I came round to find her sitting quietly 
and innocently on a camping stool and grinning. 
 
"You chose the wrong person" she said… "I used to be a champion amateur female wrestler but 
you are my first male knockout!" 
 
" Ah", I said, mentally wringing my hands, "But that was only round one!"