Girl Scout Cookies
Copyright© 2025 by Eddie Davidson
Chapter 4
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 4 - In an alternate Universe, where girls aren’t expected to have modesty about their bodies, the Traditional Girl Scouts focus on humility, obedience, and hard work. It's Girl Scout season again, and that means Hailey and her sister Alex are selling their cookies. Classic Embarrassed Nude Female (ENF)/CNFM story with influence by NIS (Naked in School) stories. It's also a coming of age story for Hailey.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/ft Teenagers Consensual BiSexual Incest Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Exhibitionism Facial Flatulence Food Masturbation Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Small Breasts Illustrated
FINISHING THE SALE:
Don made one more last-minute change to his purchases. My mom and I were engaged in other sales, so I didn’t really watch to see if my sister counted it out correctly. I heard him get frustrated as he counted out his change and accused my sister of overcharging him six dollars.
He was clearly frustrated and skeptical that it hadn’t been done on purpose. There was no reason my sister would do that. We didn’t have access to any of that money, and we would have been caught almost immediately once people counted their change.
“Is this the deal? You cunts tell me that you are big on honesty; offer to let me sniff your fingers, laugh at my jokes, tell me you’d fuck me if you could,” Don accused, sounding as though he felt manipulated. There was no way in the world that any of us would have violated the Girl Scout’s core principles for a few extra bucks. “Then you pretend to be innocent while you swing around those huge fat melons of yours to distract me?”
My mother cringed. She was finishing up with another customer when Don went off on all of us. She didn’t jump to conclusions and she didn’t get defensive. I probably would have fired something back about how Girl Scouts didn’t lie. It was a fundamental thing we were taught from the start of our training. Honesty in everything. Girls just aren’t equipped with the brain power to maintain a web of lies and we’ll get far more punishment than if we just came clean and accepted our lumps.
I took note of how placid and calming my mother remained and tried to remember to do that if I ever found myself in the same situation.
“I am sorry, what happened?” Mom asked, inviting Don to give his side of the story. He showed her each box he had received, recited the price, and then explained how much he had been charged.
My mom glowered at my sister and waited for an explanation.
Alex fidgeted. “I thought I counted it right.”
“But you didn’t, or we wouldn’t be having this conversation. How many times did you count the cost of the boxes?”
“Three times! Every time he made changes...”
“I didn’t ask you that,” My mom snapped. “I simply asked how many times you counted the cost of each box. All the other stuff you were about to say wasn’t asked. How many times did you count the money he gave you?”
“Three times!”
“Hailey, did you see if your sister followed the process? No, of course not. You’re a brainless bimbo like your sister,” Mom muttered, not giving me a chance to answer. Don still looked unhappy even though my mom was already taking his side.
“When you overcharge a customer, whether it’s by intention or not, you impugn the reputation of ALL Girl Scouts, and make us all look like lying, dumb little whores!”
“It was an innocent mistake, Mom!” Alex said quickly, her voice trembling. “I am sorry!”
“There is nothing innocent about you,” Mom replied with disgust, stating that the time for apology hadn’t even begun. “You still haven’t told me what you did wrong, so how can you be sorry for it? You say you didn’t count it wrong, so it wasn’t a mistake either!”
Alex swallowed and stood straight, looking at my mother without speaking.
“Let’s try process of elimination, Alex. If you were innocent and didn’t scam him out of his hard-earned money, and if you knew the process was to count the money and the price three times in a row,” My mom paused, “then the only possibility was that you counted the money wrong three times, and the prices wrong three times. That was six times you got it wrong, Alex!”
“I didn’t do it on purpose, Ma’am! I counted the boxes and the money three times, and I thought I got it right!”
“It’s Ma’am now that you’re in trouble?” Mom’s voice was angry but she didn’t raise it. “Then you counted wrong three times, and that made you bad at math.”
Alex had no answer.
“Either you were scamming him, were careless and didn’t follow the process, or you’re bad at math. Which is it?” Mom’s words cut like a knife, each syllable sharp and deliberate. “I want to know what you did before we ever talk about an apology and appropriate correction!”
“I guess ... bad at math,” Alex finally whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
“When we get home, we’ll ask your brothers to set up one thousand math problems for you to do counting the prices of boxes. If you get one wrong, you’ll start over. If the joystick is wet, you’ll start over, too!”
I didn’t think our computer even had a joystick. I still wasn’t sure what that meant, and I didn’t think my mom did either. Whatever the meaning was, it made Don chuckle a little.
She wasn’t trying to amuse him or defuse the situation by telling jokes, but whatever worked. Don seemed a little more at ease after that. He could see that my mom was serious, but she wasn’t finished with my sister. “You’ll never make this mistake again. And until you learn, you are forbidden from counting change. That means more work for me and Hailey, thanks to you!”
I thought back to the Girl Scout’s Disciplinary Guide. Discipline was central to creating an environment to teach girls; without that as the primary foundation, the education was useless. Four kinds of discipline were meted out as needed by Troop Leadership.
It sounds harsh, but we were taught that discipline is provided with love, and that spoiling a girl so she becomes a brat is the worst thing you can do to her because it’s going to take a whole lot more spankings on the bottom to undo all that willful attitude and laziness later.
Men don’t enjoy bitchy women and they want to marry good girls, My mom made certain we would be the kind of girls that men want to marry.
My mom was a troop leader, so she applied this guide twenty-four hours a day. All parents of Girl Scouts were encouraged to apply the guide outside of meetings and events.
The core disciplinary categories began with Infractions. These were minor, day-to-day lapses in behavior or discipline that required immediate attention and correction. They were intended to serve as reminders for girls to stay focused on the values and tasks they were completing.
My sister and I received these usually three or four times a day. It wasn’t that we tried to be mischievous. The infractions were intended to adjust our attitudes constantly and were intended to be applied that many times to even the best-behaved Girl Scouts.
Examples of an offense that would warrant an Infraction included forgetting to complete assigned tasks or chores, minor displays of impatience or inattentiveness, failure to maintain proper uniform presentation, and speaking out of turn or showing minor disrespect.
Core Disciplinary Categories
1. Infractions
Infractions are minor, day-to-day lapses in behavior or discipline that require immediate attention and correction. These are intended to serve as reminders for girls to stay focused on the values and tasks they are completing
My sister and I had infractions addressed usually three or four times a day. Mom likes to give them to us as soon as they occur and our Daddy is usually too busy to deal with petty discipline like that. It’s not that we try to be mischievous. The infractions are intended to adjust our attitudes constantly and are intended to be applied about that many times to even the best-behaved Girl Scouts.
Examples of an offense that would warrant an Infraction include;
Forgetting to complete assigned tasks or chores.
Minor displays of impatience or inattentiveness.
Failure to maintain proper uniform presentation.
Speaking out of turn or showing minor disrespect
Infractions are addressed through minor, immediate disciplinary actions that emphasize obedience and humility. These include:
Humiliation: We might get assigned an especially degrading or humiliating task that requires a great deal of effort – such as dancing with a dunce hat, or cleaning something with their tooth brush.
Standing in Uncomfortable Positions: Holding two Girl Scout manuals out straight while balancing one on the head for two hours, with restarts if the manuals fall.
Short-Term Suspensions: Temporary suspension of bathroom or eating privileges for up to two hours.
Corner Time: Standing in the corner for up to 30 minutes, often with soap in our mouth or something additional required, such as hands on the top of our head.
Ten swats with a paddle or hand on the butt or the boobs (I never get spanked on the tits for obvious reasons).
2. Corrections
Corrections address more significant lapses in behavior, judgement or attitude. These involve situations where a girl fails to meet expectations or engages in behaviors that disrupt the troop or disrespect authority.
We might go an entire week without a correction.
Examples of an offense that would warrant an Infraction include;
Arguments between girls within the troop.
Talking over male authority figures during meetings.
Failure to follow specific instructions or repeated minor infractions.
Displays of arrogance or entitlement.
The correction punishments get significantly more difficult and can last for several hours and usually include rope. We learn a lot of knots in the Girl Scouts, mostly by having them used to tie us up.
3. Punishments
Punishments are the most serious disciplinary measures and are reserved for severe or repeated violations. These now require the verification or approval of the Scout Master. My mom used to be able to mete these out at will, but now that the Troops are joined, she has to get the approval of the Scout Master. I’ve never even met him.
I’ve only been punished a few times in my entire life, and that was more than enough for me. They are for the real big stuff like direct defiance, arrogance, dishonesty and repeated failures to get your shit together. They can last for a day or a week.
If my sister REALLY had scammed Don, it would have probably led to a punishment.
4. Affirmation
Affirmation is designed to proactively instill discipline and humility rather than react to behavioral infractions. These tasks serve as regular reminders of the Girl Scout’s obligations and help prevent complacency or arrogance.
Technically, these aren’t punishments. We are supposed to embrace these as opportunities to be educated and learn. However, they are often just as unpleasant or more so than the infractions or corrections. My mom gives us one at least once a day to remind us that we are “girls” -which is kind of hard to forget.
She meant that we should learn our place and the different values. Mom usually attaches some lesson to the affirmation or simply requires us to repeat the Girl Scout Pledge by heart for 15 minutes while standing nose touching nose in the living room as the rest of the family ignores us and chuckles while they go about their business.
Every Girl Scout meeting always includes at least one Affirmation that the entire troop has to do as a group activity, or sometimes we pair off to complete the assignment. It could be physical, it could be writing an essay, but usually, it involves something humiliating that is designed to keep us from getting too uppity and complacent.
I’ll also include the fifth form of discipline – it’s not a punishment at all!! It’s my favorite one on the list!!
5. Positive Reinforcement
While discipline is central to the program, positive reinforcement is used to encourage exceptional behavior and adherence to values. Rewards are small but meaningful and are designed to acknowledge achievements while maintaining focus on humility and responsibility.
A Girl Scout should not rely upon positive reinforcement as their primary reason for adherence to the values and pledge.
We might get a single cookie, or up to two scoops of ice cream. These aren’t doled out daily like affirmations. In order to make them special, we usually only get a positive reinforcement at most, once a month and we’ll really have had to earn it! My sister and I wouldn’t get ice cream just for what we did today.
We might get two hours of recreational time to watch Television with the rest of the family. We don’t get to change the channel or pick the show, but that’s fun. We can even sit down on the couch. I sometimes feel guilty about just lollygagging around and entertaining myself that way.
I could see how it would be easy for a girl who wasn’t in the Girl Scouts to take it for granted.
You can earn positive reinforcement by getting good grades (straight A’s, which I’ve NEVER managed) or perfect attendance for the year. Most girls aren’t very good at academics but the grading scale was adjusted for us so that we aren’t graded according to the same standard as boys in our grade.
The point is, that rewards have to be things that are not easy to achieve, or it doesn’t mean as much.
MY SISTER’S CORRECTION: She got off easy
I fully expected my mom to take down my sister’s skirt and panties and put her over her knee right there in front of the grocery store. Instead, she gave her one thousand problems and that was only if my brothers agreed to set something like that up on the computer.
The Girl Scouts frowned on technology. However, we were allowed to use computers for educational purposes. The only problem was that there were no computer classes for girls, and so we had to rely on my brothers to set things like that up for us.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Alex said meekly, her head lowering. “Thank you.”
“I am not done yet!” Mom barked. “Don’t talk over me, or we’ll move on to a full punishment. I am sure your new Scout Master would agree that you are about overdue for one anyway!”
We hadn’t been told the rules about how things would work in the new merger of Traditional Boy Scouts with Traditional Girl Scouts. We’d have to learn through experience as we went. However, Mom used to be able to hand out punishments if she really needed to give one to a girl.
It seemed that the Girl Scout organization had stripped the female troop masters of the ability to punish girls at will without checking with the Scout Master first.
My mom made my sister cut a length of cardboard from one of the empty boxes we used to carry the cookies. “Write ‘BAD AT MATH’,” my mom commanded, handing Alex a marker.
Don was chuckling the way that my brothers often do when they see we were about to be humiliated at home. I wanted to call it “tittering,” but I thought that word was only applicable to describe suppressed laughter when our tits were out.
My sister had excellent penmanship. She wrote the words very carefully and clearly. It was far more humiliating to have to write things like that when you knew you were the one who was going to be wearing the sign shortly.
My mother wasn’t finished. “Now, write ‘MORE BOOBS THAN BRAINS – NOT TRUSTED TO COUNT CASH’.”
“Girl Scouts are always prepared,” Mom muttered as she looped twine through the box and tied it around Alex’s neck. It was impossible to miss the makeshift sign once my mom dropped it around Alex’s neck.
Mom turned back to Don and asked if he thought that was a sufficient correction, then ensured that he had the proper amount of money. She also gave him another box of cookies for his troubles and promised to take the cost out of our hides later.
I hadn’t even done anything! My sister and I were often punished together though it was sort of like we were a team. I guessed that was fair.
“I should say so. I am sorry for jumping to conclusions by saying you must have been trying to scam me,” he apologized to us.
“Please don’t apologize, Mr. Prichard! It’s the nature of women to deceive and enrich ourselves off of the work of men. We’ve been doing it since the earliest days of civilization and through evolution it has been passed down from bitch to twat and so on for generations. It’s probably in our DNA,” Mom explained.
“DNA,” he corrected her.
“Isn’t that what I said?” My mom asked, acting as though she were confused.
“No, you said D AND A,” Don clarified.
“Doesn’t ‘D and A’ stand for dick and ass, Sir?” My mom asked. A few passersby laughed. I wasn’t sure if they were laughing at my sister because of her sign or because my mom sounded ignorant. I didn’t know anything about science, so I wasn’t sure who was right.
“No, of course not,” Don replied, looking at my mother as if she were the dumbest person on the planet.
“My sons told me that it stood for dick and ass,” Mom realized, knowing as she said it that they must have been goofing on her. That sounded like the kind of joke they would play. She looked deeply humiliated and apologized for her ignorance.
“You can’t help being dumb, I guess. It’s kind of endearing,” Don admitted with a warm grin.
“The founder of the Girl Scouts once said that we are all born ignorant, but you have to be a woman to remain stupid for the rest of your life. I’ve never been very good at math or science, which is why I try to focus on the things that I can understand, like cookies and honesty, Sir,” Mom admitted.
Don thanked us for the entertainment and said that he had nowhere to go and all day to get there. It sounded clever. “Did you just make that up?” I asked.
“Yes, yes I did!” he said. Don reached out his hand to pat my head. I didn’t shirk away. I hated being pet like a dumb dog, but I felt my mom might make me get down on all fours and bark if I acted like I was too good to let him touch the top of my head.
Once he was gone, my sister apologized again a few times, but Mom said that it was too late to hear any more of that. “You aren’t getting sympathy from me, and you’ve already proven you can’t be trusted with math. You’ll prove you can handle counting cookies.”
Trust and Verification:
A Scout is not assumed to be reliable without oversight; trust is built on the expectation that her actions will be verified, she will be physically inspected, and her work and achievements graded and validated by her betters.
The extension of trust as a faith that an individual will perform as expected without need for inspection should be avoided because of the natural tendency of girls to fall short of meeting rigorous standards without accountability.
I thought about the Pillar of Trust and Verification: A Scout was not assumed to be reliable without oversight; trust was built on the expectation that her actions would be verified, she would be physically inspected, and her work and achievements graded and validated by her betters. The extension of trust as a faith that an individual would perform as expected without need for inspection was to be avoided because of the natural tendency of girls to fall short of meeting rigorous standards without accountability.
Alex wasn’t sure what to do at the cookie stand, so Mom gave her a job. She had to stand there and look like a dumb bimbo head and eyes straight, legs shoulder-width apart, hands behind her back, mouth wide open.
“You’ll be a human sign! If anyone asks you why you are wearing that sign or standing there, then what will you tell them?”
“I am a dumb bimbo who has more boobs than brains and can’t be trusted to count cash, and then I’ll thank them for asking me?”
“No, that’s only partially correct. You’ll tell them you are wearing the sign to remind customers why you can’t help ringing up their sales. You are standing there like a dim-witted cow to teach you how important it is to count the cash correctly. Do you know how bad it would be for the entire troop if the new Scout Master thinks we are scamming customers?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” my sister said.
“How bad would it be?”
“Bad,” she added. My mom pinched her nipples through the shirt and Alex winced in pain. “This is the reason you aren’t allowed to wear a bra anymore underneath your uniform! I need to be able to twist and pinch your nipples when you give me brainless half-answers.”
My mom turned to me and pinched my nipple through my shirt with her free hand. I didn’t have much in the way of boobs, but I had really puffy, overly sensitive nipples. She had us both by one of our tits.
“I’ll release whichever one of you slits can tell me what explicitly would be bad about it!”
“The customers would think we are scammers and would stop coming to our booths for cookies?” I asked while squirming. My mom pinched really hard nothing pleasant about it.
“And?”
“And ... um ... cookies are the only source of funding for Girl Scouts. So, there would be no Jamboree this year?”
“It’s the only source of funding for the Boy Scouts and the Girl Scouts, you dumb bunny! Do you think boys are going to stand around in front of grocery stores and sell cookies in little skirts?”
“No, Ma’am, they would look silly!”
My mom released my nipple but held on to my sister’s boob and gave it another squeeze. “What else, Alex? Or do you enjoy this a little?”
“No, Ma’am, I don’t enjoy having my nipples crushed,” Alex’s face flushed. A few young guys stopped to watch the spectacle play out. My sister knew she had to be extremely explicit to the point of vulgarity and not just say she didn’t like “it.”
I didn’t know a lot about English and grammar, but one rule that I would never forget was that there could be no pronoun without an antecedent.
Every pronoun used in a sentence should have a clear, previously mentioned noun called the antecedent that it referred to. Essentially, you could not use a pronoun unless you had already introduced the noun it stood for in the sentence. I don’t pretend to be a brain like my brothers but after getting enough spankings from my English teacher for forgetting this, I finally committed it to memory.
If my sister had just said that she didn’t like “it” without saying what “it” was, my mom would have twisted her other nipple or done something even more painful to get Alex’s attention. We practiced affirmations daily, and we had to start all over if we got too subtle with our language. Alex had to say exactly what she didn’t like.
It was obviously embarrassing to be in a public place while your mother pinched your nipples because you made a mistake or couldn’t answer a question properly. It was even more humiliating to be pinched while saying out loud “I do not enjoy having my nipples crushed,” while people were chuckling and snapping pictures with their cell phones.
“It seems like you do because you aren’t answering my question, Alex,” Mom muttered, reaching out and grabbing Alex’s other nipple and beginning to stroke it through the shirt. “Is that humiliating? Do you like that one?”
“I would like it if someone else was doing it, in private, Ma’am,” My sister’s face was beet red. The guys watching were hysterical with laughter, snapping pictures and probably recording my sister. “I ... um ... what was the question, please?” Alex was starting to get hot.
“Doing what, Alex? You need to be more specific. There are a lot of things that embarrass you.”
Being required to say that she was talking about having her nipples teased out loud made my sister blush even harder. “Play with my nipples, ma’am.”
“When you are representing the scouts and someone pays for a photo, nipple tweaks and butt pinches are perfectly acceptable. You’ll just have to grin and bare it like the rest of us do.”
My mother knew that my sister could stand having her nipples pinched really hard. She also knew that they were very sensitive like mine and that it didn’t matter who touched them if someone started playing with them, she was going to cream her panties. It was like jerking off a boy. He couldn’t help but get hard even if he didn’t really like you.
“If we lose funding, and you can’t go to Jamboree, no one would cry. That would just be tough titty, so sad, too bad, Alex. The Boy Scouts would lose funding. That means they’d have to do without new uniforms this year. That means no fun field trips and activities for them, no soap box derby! So, what do you think the Scout Master would do to me, and the rest of the troop if through your actions we undermined the confidence of the local community in the honesty of the Girl Scouts?”
Every time Mom capitalized a word, my sister got weak in the knees, sighed, and breathed in as though she were going to cum. She licked her lips while my mom turned her on involuntarily in front of anyone who wanted to watch by tweaking her nipples through the shirt. “If I have to wait any longer, I am going to make you take your shirt off so I can really have a taste of my favorite kind of Girl Scout cookie!”
When men say that to me, I never know what they mean but usually they want to eat me out, or fuck me for a while, so I wouldn’t mind giving them an extra box of cookies if I had some to give them.
Even though I didn’t like this guy, and he was kind of rude, I’d have loved it if he went down on me, or sucked on my tits. I hate to admit it, but I am a dirty girl at heart.
Most of the people who came to the booth weren’t aggressively perverted, though. It wasn’t all humiliation and flashing under the humid Florida heat in fact, it was rarely that straightforward.
The ones who could be especially embarrassing were the people who decided to talk down to us and chastise us for being out here in the first place. A few were health food nuts or environmentalist crazies who ranted about “palm seed oil,” the source of the cocoa, or how much sugar was in the cookies and how it made them fat.
There was literally nothing we could do about that. No one forced anyone to buy the cookies, and usually, they just ranted and moved on. We didn’t get many of them, but being berated by some nut waving around a cookie box and yelling about the ingredients had its own special kind of humiliation.
What was even more mortifying for me, though, were the rare people who made comments about how we were dressed. This year especially, my sister and I were popping out of our uniforms in all the wrong ways, and the skirts did look particularly short.
I wore micro-miniskirts to school like a lot of girls my age, and they showed much more leg than these pleated skirts. But there was something particularly salacious or offensive about seeing a Girl Scout show a little skin, because we usually received four main reactions from people who usually wouldn’t buy cookies from us.
The most common reaction was no reaction at all. People were either too busy or just didn’t want to engage with us, so they kept walking. No harm, no foul. It could have been a husband avoiding his wife catching him staring, or someone avoiding eye contact because they didn’t want to be tempted to buy cookies. These were the easiest to deal with.
The second most common was the big smile. I usually didn’t mind that one. I wasn’t an extrovert, but if I could make a guy’s day just by being in a skirt and making him smile, I was fine with it whether he bought cookies or not.
The next reaction was the chuckle or catcall. This one was usually from younger guys, either my age or a bit older. They might whistle, say something suggestive or vulgar, and keep walking. They almost never bought cookies, but as long as they didn’t stand there for five minutes staring like creepers, I could deal with it.
The fourth most common reaction was the derisive woman glaring at us and looking down her nose. Sometimes they called us sluts. Every now and then, the most self-righteous ones approached the booth to harass us about how we were dressed. They were usually progressive women who hated the idea of objectifying girls and lectured us about modesty. Mom usually handled them. She usually remained polite and didn’t argue. She tried to be honest and explicit with them and explained what she believed. It was usually not what they wanted to hear. If they just kept on bitching without listening, she started to agree with them until they stopped talking, then laughed and called them dumb bitches behind their backs.
It was humiliating to have some little old lady or a woman my mom’s age with a Karen “I want to see the manager right now!” haircut try and lecture us about how we should be hiding our bodies and showing modesty. I always wanted to say, “I agree!” but my parents, like most people around here, believe that girls shouldn’t have modesty. That wasn’t going to fly at my house.
Every now and then, we received a hybrid of those different types. The next couple worth talking about showed up about ten minutes after the old pervert left. Business had been brisk, and we were moving cookies fast.