In cubs in the mid-70s there was a regular outing by train to a seaside resort on the south coast. In those days trains had individual compartments, and our group of perhaps 6 to 8 boys was in one with our akela. We played a game where when you made a mistake you had to lay across his lap and have your bottom smacked with a slipper. At the same time he would grab and squeeze your testicles.