The Intelligent Boy

The Intelligent Boy 2

Little English Boy

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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This is a continuation (authorized by the author) of Jamie's The Intelligent Boy.
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At 1.45 Steven reported to Miss Melanie Simpson, who had just arrived at the pool.

“Good to see you are early. It shows enthusiasm. I hope you’ve got your kit today Young.”

He patted his school bag.

“Yes Miss.”

“Off you go and get changed. You have the whole of the boys’ changing room to yourself today. I want you poolside at 1.55 sharp, so no dawdling Young.”

He went to the changing room and quickly stripped off. Opening his school bag, he took out the swim bag his mother gave him and removed the rolled up towel. He opened it up to get the trunks his mum put inside, but they weren’t there! He had a sinking feeling as he quickly turned out first his swim bag, then his main school bag, but nothing. There might be something in lost property he thought, but that was empty too. It was now 1.54 and he was panicking. He wrapped the small towel round himself, which barely covered the essentials, and rushed out.

Miss Simpson was already with the girls and was just looking at her watch to begin the lesson when Steven ran out to the poolside.

“Where is your kit boy, and what are you doing running in the pool area? You know the rules. These signs are clear enough.”

She pointed to the large sign alongside her ‘FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY, NO RUNNING IN THE POOL AREA’ which he saw was repeated round the whole pool.

“Err... Sorry Miss, I hadn’t seen the signs.”

“And where is your kit?”

“Err... My mum didn’t pack them in my swim bag Miss.”

“I see, so this is your mum’s fault. After what happened to you yesterday, did it not occur to you to check you had everything before leaving the house? You are in year 10 boy, it is you who have the responsibility to come to school with all that will be needed, not your mother.”

Steven hung his head as Miss Simpson turned to the girls.

“This forgetful boy is Young from year 10. He will be joining us for the next few weeks.”

She looked down at him.

“Yesterday, Young came to my PE class without his kit and, as our rules stipulate, had to do it naked.”

Several girls had heard about yesterday and tittered.

“Quiet girls!”

Her eyes roved up and down the line of girls to ensure obedience, then continued.

“This is the second time this forgetful boy has attended my class without his kit. I had advised him only yesterday that the rules for a repeated failure required a spanking in front of the whole class before having to do the lesson naked.”

She looked at him.

“OK Young. Get that towel off and give it to Rachel here.”

He had no option but to take off the towel and walk naked to the girl he now knew was Rachel. She grinned as she took the towel while looking down at his beautiful willy.

“Fetch the slipper from that hook Young, and bring it to me.”

He saw that he would have to walk past every girl to get it. What can’t be cured must be endured he thought, and just retrieved it and handed her the worn slipper he knew had met many a boy’s bottom. She placed a chair in front of the girls and told him to bend over and hold tight. This was the part of her job she disliked, but the rules were clear, as this boy knew, and her duty was to carry out the prescribed punishment and not hold back. Whatever her personal views, a boy spanked by Miss Simpson knew he had been spanked.

She did not believe in dragging the punishment out, favouring a short sharp shock that would be remembered. Putting one hand on his back, she immediately landed the first slipper full force with a loud whop, rapidly followed by five more. The girls watched his willy repeatedly bounce forward as his bare bottom took the blows. That had got to hurt, thought Rachel.

The deed was swiftly done and Miss Simpson got him up. The girls all saw his now swollen willy as he rubbed his sore bum. Checking him over, she saw his bottom was reddening and he had watery eyes, but was not crying and seemed in control of himself. The girls would not have heard her low voice.

“You OK Young?”

He was surprised at her question. Embarrassing and painful though this was, he knew she had told him yesterday the consequence of a second failure. Miss Simpson was right, he hadn’t checked, so there really was no one else to blame for his spanking but himself. He was grateful for her concern as he quietly replied.

“Yes thank you Miss.”

Miss Simpson turned to her girls, her voice back to the teacher she was.

“Now girls, what do we say to this boy?”

As she returned the slipper to its hook, he heard a chorus of girls’ voices.

“Don’t forget your kit Young.”

Every single one of them was actually thinking quite the reverse.

“You must now be reminded not to run in the pool area. Girls, I would like you to spread out round the pool, about 4 feet from the edge. Young, you will WALK all round the pool. I want you girls to stay still, but smack Young’s bottom as he passes by to remind him. Rachel, you will be first, so stand here.”

Once the girls were arranged, she gave the order.

“OK Young, start walking.”

Rachel giggled as she was able to get in three smacks before he was out of reach. Miss Simpson saw some girls had moved, and some had felt his bum, but she let that ride as it strengthened her message to the boy.

As he was made to walk round, Steven found that only two girls smacked hard, but all the girls got in at least one on his already sore bottom. By the end it was red, tingling, and very hot. It was getting smacked by younger girls he found the most humiliating, which he realised was Miss Simpson’s objective to emphasise this lesson to boys who did not comply with rules put in place for their own safety.

“Now, Young. It’s walk, not run, when you are poolside. Don’t you forget it.”

As he rubbed his bottom, he understood she was only reinforcing an important safety issue.

“I won’t Miss. Thank you Miss.”

From the huge grins on their faces this had been a lot of fun for her girls, but things must not get out of hand.

“Right girls, you have all seen what Young’s penis and testicles look like, so move on. I want no larking about whatsoever. Understand?”

She glared round and their grins faded, except two girls. It was always June and Penny she thought. They were giggling at the back, still looking at Young.

“June, Penny, pay attention. Do you understand?”

Those were the two girls he thought, as he heard their half-hearted apologies.

“Sorry Miss. Yes Miss.”

Miss Simpson was tired of these trouble makers.

“Right you two, five minutes of press-ups. NOW!”

They groaned but obeyed. That will keep them busy she thought.

“Stay here Rachel. The rest of you girls in the water and start with lengths.”

There was a considerable splashing as the girls got in. He stood beside Rachel awaiting instructions.

“OK Young, Mrs. Williams tells me you can swim. How far, and which strokes can you do?”

“Well Miss, I once managed two lengths with breaststroke, but nothing else.”

“Rachel is our best student instructor and she will be your main coach. Now let’s have you in the pool and go for two lengths breaststroke so she can observe you and see how you get on.”

She saw Young was surprisingly calm at being naked, standing at ease with hands behind his back and legs slightly apart. Most boys would be squirming to try and minimise their exposure, faces red with humiliation, but it was just Young’s bottom that was red. It had to be sore she thought, and obviously very hot.

Steven knew this naked punishment was all his own fault, so no sense making a fuss about being on display to these girls. He would be, and that was that. Miss Simpson had just laid down the law with those two girls, so it is not as if she’d let any of them touch him inappropriately. Not while she was looking, anyway. He wished his bottom wasn’t on fire though. Turning towards the pool, he saw Miss Simpson smile at Rachel.

“I think Young will welcome the cool water.”

She is absolutely spot on there, he thought. He was shocked as Rachel deliberately felt his sore red bottom.

“This bit certainly will Miss.”

He was astonished she received only the mildest rebuke.

“Now, now Rachel.”

He saw her grin at her teacher.

“Sorry Miss.”

Her teacher tutted, then quietly chuckled as she walked away, leaving Rachel with her naked charge.

“In you get Young.”

Slowly walking alongside Steven, Rachel watched his red bum bob up and down as he struggled along, just about keeping his head above water. As he finished his two lengths, he gratefully grabbed the bar and stood up. She gazed at that beautiful willy flopping about under the water. Focus Rachel, she thought, you’re supposed to be coaching this handsome boy.

“Err... Well Young, you seem to have problems coordinating the stroke of your legs with those of your arms. Let me get in and you watch how I do it.”

Rachel had always been a water nymph from the very first time she went into the water as a 3-year-old and Steven marvelled at her technique as she glided effortlessly through the water, then dived down to come up floating on her back in front of him.

“How do you do that Miss? If I try floating on my back Miss, I sink.”

This was the first time she had been called ‘Miss’ by an older boy, and it felt good.

“Well Young, you try it for me. I will support you at first.”

He flopped on his back before she was ready and sank like a stone, to come up spluttering. She giggled.

“You should have waited for me. Now stand up.”

He did as he was told, and Rachel touched a hand between his shoulder blades and another on his bum.

“Right Young, now GENTLY lower yourself into the water onto your back. I’ve got you. You won’t sink.”

Again, he did as he was told and was surprised not to sink, Rachel’s hands no doubt having a lot to do with it. She could feel how nervous he was.

“Relax Young, and stay still.”

She held him in position for quite a while. It wasn’t really to admire his beautiful willy, but to wait until he relaxed. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

“Err... You’re doing fine Young.”

As he relaxed, she gently lowered her hands.

“There Young, you’re floating.”

He felt a bit wobbly as he grinned at his tutor.

“Thanks Miss.”

It was a few seconds before he moved a fraction. That was all it took for him to promptly sink. Rachel knew she shouldn’t, but really had to laugh as he came up spluttering again.

“I think we’ll come back to that. Let’s get on with your technique to see if we can get more coordination.”

“I want you to lay on your front on my hands, so you are half in and half out the water. Then I want you to go through your breaststroke technique. I will support and hold you so you do not swim forward, and I can then monitor exactly what you are doing.”

This was something she had successfully tried out with nervous first graders, and, in terms of swimming ability, this boy was hardly any more advanced. She put her hands apart and Steven laid down. One hand was on his chest and the other, not entirely by accident, cupped his willy.

“OK Young, try swimming now.”

Despite being uncomfortable where her lower hand was, Miss Simpson had already shown she gave this girl special leeway, so he could not complain and simply did as he was told. Rachel could see he was trying, but did not yet have the coordination that came so naturally to her.

“You’re out of sync Young. We’ll swap over, and you can hold me while I slowly go through all the hand and feets movements so you can see what I do. Stand up now.”

He stood up, but was very unsure about putting his hands on a girl’s front. She saw his problem, and grabbed his hands.

“Put one hand here...”

She placed it immediately below her breasts.

“...and the other here...”

That was placed just below her belly button.

“... Got it!”

“Yes Miss”

“OK. Now we’ll try it. Hands out, just below the water.”

She lay down on his supporting hands, which were slightly wider apart than she showed him so he actually ended up holding her breasts and pussy. When he realized where they were, he looked mortified and whipped his hands away.

“I’m very sorry Miss.”

Had she not been a good swimmer, she would probably have sank like he did. She knew it had been completely accidental, and had actually enjoyed where he put his hands.

“Lets try a slightly different way.”

She placed his hands where they should be.

“Now lower me into the water.”

She noticed his willy had got bigger and was almost horizontal. Focus Rachel, focus.

“Err... OK Young. I will show you the arm movement, and repeat it several times. Watch and learn.”

Steven had never been this close to a girl, let alone touching one. Despite this distraction, he watched her arms moving and stored it in his brain.

“Got it? Now this is the leg movement. Watch.”

He had more distraction, as those legs caused her bottom to move in very interesting ways, but, nonetheless, he watched and learned.

“Now let’s swap back.”

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Miss Simpson had given June and Penny a stiff talking to and got them in the water doing lengths with the others. Those two were the bane of all her classes. Her eye roved up and down the pool to check none of her girls were getting up to any mischief. She looked over to see how Rachel was getting on with Young. At least Rachel could always be relied on to focus on the task in hand, although she wondered how she would have coped at Rachel’s age teaching an older boy to swim, especially one who was naked and as handsome as Young. Badly, probably. She saw Rachel was using that unusual technique she tried on first graders. It always seemed to calm their nerves and was invariably successful. He looked a bit big for the hands-on approach, and, whilst she could not see exactly where her hands were, she thought Rachel’s right hand seemed a bit low down. Young was looking nervous too.

Considering his lack of exercise, he was surprisingly well built. When she and Mrs Williams had spoken with his mum yesterday, she was adamant he must do more. She had laughed when the new rules were explained about forgetful boys having to do it naked, even if girls were present, and a second failure got a spanking in front of the class and the boy still did it naked. She agreed a bit of embarrassment was a good spur to curb youthful forgetfulness and said she would see what she could do. Perhaps Young was right and it was his mother who deliberately left his trunks out of his swim kit. It was still his fault as there really was no excuse for not checking, and he got an important life lesson. He was an intelligent boy who knew actions had consequences, and had taken his spanking like a man to get through it, as he was with his nudity. She was certain he considered his punishment for running poolside justified, even if it had been humiliating.

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Steven laid on Rachel’s hands, one on his chest, the other, definitely not by accident, gripped his willy.

“I need a handle to hold you still Young. OK?”

Her hand did feel rather nice there he thought. On second thoughts, worryingly nice, but what could he do as he knew the leeway this girl had.

“Err... Yes Miss.”

She felt it swell to become quite firm. FOCUS.

“Err... Right Young. Do the arm movements as I showed you.”

She was surprised to see he had copied her exactly.

“Now the legs.”

Again, a carbon copy.

“Very good Young. Now both together.”

When he did both together, his body started to move forwards, so she gripped the handle tighter and it went rigid. FOCUS RACHEL.

“Err... You’re doing well Young. Keep doing that as I lower my hands, then swim towards the far end.”

She released him, and he began to swim much better. She got out of the pool and had to walk quite briskly to catch up with him.

“You are doing great Young. At the end, do another length.”

He was still going well.

“Another length Young.”

By the end of the first half, he had managed six whole lengths in one go. She saw he was tiring.

“Very good Young. Take a break.”

He got out of the pool grinning

“Thanks Miss. I’ve never swam so far Miss.”

She noticed his willy had shrunk and was quite a bit smaller now. Miss Simpson came over.

“I was watching you Rachel. An unusual training method. Mostly hands-on I see”

She went red.

“...but it clearly works. Well done Rachel. How was it for you Young?”

“It was great Miss. I have learned so much, and just swum six lengths. At my old school there was no proper training, you were just expected to sink or swim, and I always sank Miss.”

Rachel and Miss Simpson both laughed. She blew her whistle.

“OK. All out for a short break, then it’s life saving practice before we finish.”

The noise level rose as the girls began chatting. Rachel and Steven sat down.

“How come you are with us and not year 10?”

“They’re taking the maths exam that I passed last year Miss.”

“I think it’ll be OK if you call me Rachel, at least when I’m not teaching you. I don’t know your first name.”

“It’s Steven Miss, err... Rachel. Mrs Williams told me I have to pass my PE and swimming module or I can’t get a school certificate to enable me to go on to university. She put me with your year to get started. I’ve always been good at academic subjects, but useless with any sport and avoided it as much as I can.”

“Well Steven, I’m hopeless at maths and science, so I guess we all have different strengths and weaknesses. My friend Ivy told me you were naked in her PE class yesterday. How did you manage to forget your kit?”

He blushed.

“Err... I didn’t actually. I left it in my locker, hoping to avoid PE by telling Miss Simpson I’d forgotten my kit. I’ve done so little PE that I didn’t know there were new rules this term.”

Rachel giggled.

“Ivy said yesterday’s PE lesson was her best ever, thanks to you. I’m sure all the other girls thought the same. How come after yesterday you didn’t make sure you had your trunks today?”

She smiled at Steven, then deliberately looked down at his beautiful willy.

“Not that I’m complaining of course.”

He got what she meant but wasn’t really bothered where she was looking as he found her smile enchanting.

“It was all my own fault Rachel. My mum said she would put out my swim kit and it never occurred to me that I needed to check. She’s never forgotten anything before, and must have been distracted I guess.”

He rubbed his bottom and chuckled.

“I think today’s reminder will ensure I check everything before I leave home.”

Rachel looked down again, then grinned at him.

“You don’t have to on my account.”

He grinned too. They heard the whistle blow and went over to Miss Simpson.

“It’s life saving practice, so team up in pairs.”

Miss Simpson saw Rachel hold on to Young and smiled as some of the other girls who wanted him expressed their disappointment with a glare. She knew Rachel was a life guard on the local beach and exemplary on all forms of life saving, and had already agreed with her that she would do the demonstrations, with this year 10 boy as her casualty. It might get interesting when she tries the kiss of life on him.

“Decide which of you will be the casualty, then watch Rachel show us how it is done with Young. Lie down on your back Young as if you are unconscious, and Rachel will run through the standard checks needed to be done first should you come across someone who is unconscious. OK Rachel you’re up.”

“Thank you Miss. The first thing to check is whether your casualty is breathing. Looking at the chest is usually enough. We can all see Young’s chest going up and down so he’s breathing fine.”

Most of the girls were looking quite a bit lower.

“Sometimes you need to put your head close to the mouth and then you can feel any breath on your cheek.”

She moved her head very close to Young, who smelt her perfume and felt her hair tickle his face. Those who were not paying attention to the lesson noticed his willy twitch.

“The tongue can flop back and block the airway, so tilt the head back like this. You also place the casualty on their side like this, known as the recovery position.”

The inattentive saw his willy flop down as she moved him on his side.

“This ensures the airway is clear, and should your patient be sick, it can flow out and not block the airway. Once your casualty is in the recovery position and breathing, you now need to get assistance by calling the emergency services.”

“Thank you Rachel. Right. Casualties on the ground and your partner will go through these basic checks.”

After swapping roles, Miss Simpson was reasonably satisfied most had got the basics, although she feared for any casualty unlucky enough to be found by June or Penny.

“Rachel, could you demonstrate what to do if the casualty is not breathing.”

“Yes Miss. If you have determined the casualty is not breathing, or breathing is irregular or noisy, first tilt the head back to ensure the airways are clear. If you are on your own, your priority now is to dial the emergency services to get assistance as soon as possible, otherwise tell a bystander to dial. It is likely your casualty’s heart has stopped, so you need to carry out chest compressions, often referred to as CPR for Cardio-Pulmonary Resuscitation.”

She knelt down beside Steven and put her two hands together and placed them in the centre of his chest.

“You press down here at a regular rate. You will also need to ocassionally put air in the lungs by breathing into the casualty’s mouth, sometimes called the kiss of life.”

“I bet he’ll like that.”

Miss Simpson was not surprised to recognise the voice.

“Quiet June! Carry on Rachel.”

She began the compressions on Steven, who was captivated by two swim-suited breasts going up and down a few inches from his face. He was, however, very worried about the tingling he felt in his groin.

Rachel was oblivious to what was happening, so it was those inattentive girls who were first to see the effect. Miss Simpson heard a few quiet titters and quickly saw the reason. She let this minor indiscipline slide, then Rachel began demonstrating the ‘kiss of life’ on her casualty.

“Young’s got a boner!”

It was Penny’s voice as June started laughing.

“Penny, June, go to the changing rooms AT ONCE! Shower and change, then stay there until the end of class when you will report to my office.”

They looked crestfallen at being excluded from the fun, but had to obey if things were not to get worse for them. Absolute silence prevailed as all the girls knew you did not cross Miss Simpson if she had just raised her voice. Rachel now looked down and saw Steven’s erection, which was leaking a clear liquid. She looked up to see a still irritated teacher. Rachel was nervous.

“I’m very sorry Miss.”

She was surprised to receive a smile

“It’s not your fault Rachel. There is nothing you could have done to stop it. Young is a teenage boy and this can sometimes happen for no reason at all.”

She didn’t go on to say this wasn’t one of those times and there was a very good reason for his fine erection.

“Now girls, I don’t want to hear any giggling or comments about Young. Practice your CPR skills on your partner, then swap over. Rachel, go round and check how they are doing.”

“Yes Miss.”

She smiled at the red faced boy.

“Young, I think you had better get up and sit this one out. You may get too excited if you practice CPR and the kiss of life on Rachel.”

He gave her an embarrassed smile as he knew just how right she was.

“Yes Miss. Thank you Miss.”

As he walked over to the benches, it was not only Miss Simpson who watched that stiff willy point the way. She smiled, then turned round slowly to give her girls enough time to get back to CPR. Only one pair had missed their teacher’s cue and were still looking longingly at Steven.

“Heather... Laura... CPR?”

“Oh. Yes Miss. Sorry Miss.”

It was nearly the end of the day so she let their inattention slide. Five minutes later, she blew her whistle.

“Go shower and get changed girls.”

They all trooped off as Miss Simpson called him over. She saw his willy was back to normal.

“Come here please Young. Much as I am sure my girls would love you to forget, you will not leave home next week until you have personally checked and double checked you have all your kit with you. Do I make myself clear?”

He rubbed his bottom.

“Yes Miss. Can I say Miss that, apart from the first few minutes, obviously, and err... at the end of CPR, I really enjoyed this lesson. I had such a good tutor Miss and she worked hard to get me swimming properly. I swam three times as far as I ever have before, thanks to... err... Rachel Miss.”

She smiled.

“Thank you Steven. Pick up your towel and hit the showers. I’ll see you next week.”

As she walked back to her office, Rachel came over.

“May I have a word please Miss?”

“Of course Rachel. Come inside. You made a big hit with Steven. He knew you had worked hard to get him to swim properly and he told me he really enjoyed this afternoon. He has always avoided sport, coming up with all sorts of excuses to get out of it. He’s such a bright lad, but couldn’t come up with anything more original yesterday than I forgot my kit Miss.”

“Actually Miss, he didn’t. He left them in his locker and used that lame excuse, hoping to get out of PE.”

Rachel then grinned.

“Pity he didn’t know about the new rules. Mind you, it made Ivy’s day Miss.”

Miss Simpson chuckled.

“Even bright boys can be a bit stupid sometimes. You did very well today Rachel, and with your help he will get his PE and swimming module.”

“That was what I wanted to talk to you about Miss. I understand Steven is a wizard at maths. You know I am terrible at that. Do you think he would help me if I was to help him with swimming?”

“Apart from sport, Steven is a wizard at most things. I’m sure he will be more than happy to help you. Shall we go and ask him now?”

“But he’s changing Miss.”

She grinned at Rachel.

“Sometimes, bright girls can be a bit stupid too. What has Steven got left to show that has not already been on display this afternoon?”

“Oh, yes, right. Err... Sorry Miss.”

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Rachel had never been inside the boys changing room, and was all eyes as she followed her teacher. Miss Simpson walked straight over to where a shower was running. After what happened at CPR he had seriously needed a release. She smiled as she saw this teenage boy doing what all teenage boys do.

“Steven.”

He had been so close as his teacher’s voice snapped him out of his reverie. He saw she was not alone as Rachel was there. His hands instinctively covered his aroused penis, albeit barely. Miss Simpson smiled.

“It’s a bit late for that don’t you think Steven. We’ve already seen everything in every state.”

Standing in the shower covering his full on boner in front of Miss Simpson and Rachel, this intelligent boy processed the situation. He realised, not for the first time, she was right and put his hands behind his back.

“Oh, yes, right. Err... Sorry Miss.”

She could not help but admire that beautiful erection. Focus Melanie, focus.

“Err... Rachel has something to ask you Steven.”

“Steven... err... you are so good at maths, and I’m useless. Err... I was wondering if you would consider... err... helping me out and... err... I could help you out with your swimming. I’ve got a pool at home and we could work there... err... if you wish.”

It was his most ardent wish to spend more time with this wonderful girl.

“Of course... err... Rachel. It would be my pleasure to help you out.”

Their teacher saw the look they exchanged and gave a light cough.

“I’ll... err... leave you two to discuss the details. I’ve got to go and deal with June and Penny now.”

Before leaving, she looked him up and down then slipped into her best teacher’s voice.

“Young. It looks to me as if you haven’t washed off all that chlorinated pool water.”

He was about to apologise when she continued.

“Rachel. I don’t want Young using some kind of rash as a feeble excuse to skip PE and swimming next week. You will utilise your excellent hands-on approach to check Young most thoroughly and show him how to wash everything properly after using the pool.”

Steven smiled at Rachel. She knew if a teacher issued an order you had to do as you were told. They both grinned as she gave her teacher the reply he very much hoped for.

“Yes Miss.”

**********

Returning from school, Steven was on cloud nine. He had had his release, twice actually, and was as clean as a whistle all over. Rachel had suggested going to her house for some swimming practice on Saturday. She promised to phone him after she had spoken with her mum.

His mum was making the tea as he came in. She was surprised to see he was so happy and humming a tune.

“Hello dear. How was swimming this afternoon?”

“It was actually great mum. I had this girl Rachel helping me out. Rachel is the best junior instructor in the school and was so good. With Rachel’s hard work I did six lengths, three times more than I ever swam before. Rachel showed me how to float on my back, and I actually did. Well, for a few seconds at least before I sank. Rachel said she would teach me how to do it properly. Rachel was so helpful.”

His mum noticed he had said Rachel six times in as many seconds. Sounds like he’s got a crush.

“How were the trunks dear? It has been a long time since you last swam. Did they still fit?”

“Err... When I unpacked my swim kit, there were no trunks, only the towel.”

“Oh dear. Twice in a row with no kit. Didn’t your teacher say you got a spanking in front of the class if you forgot your kit twice, and still had to go naked like yesterday. I hope there weren’t too many girls there.”

“It was all girls mum, as the boys were at a 5-a-side tournament. Miss Simpson had me get naked and gave me six mighty spanks with a slipper as the girls all watched. Thankfully she was quick, as it was all over in a few seconds, but it really stung mum. She did ask if I was OK when she got me up, and seemed genuinely concerned. I should have checked the kit bag before I left, so the spanking was all my own fault.”

“The rules meant she had no option, and giving punishments was part of her job, but a caring teacher would still see her pupil was alright after she had spanked him. Come over here Steven, so I can check.”

“It’s nothing mum, there is no need to bother.”

“Nonsense dear. I’m your mother Steven, so get undressed and let me see.”

He recalled his mother would last have seen him naked over four years ago, but in the past two days all the year 9 girls at school had, as well as his teacher. He shrugged and just stripped right off in front of her. She thought his willy looked a bit red, and smiled as he had probably been playing with it in the showers.

“My my Steven, you have grown. Miss Simpson was right, you certainly have nothing to be ashamed of there. You’re definitely your father’s son. Turn round so I can see your bottom.”

It was fine, just a slight reddish tinge. His teacher mentioned yesterday’s exercise got him stiff and implied it was impressive. This was an opportunity for his mum to see it too and she knew what would do it.

“That does looks very sore dear and it needs some attention. Go get my Aloe Vera cream from the bathroom Steven. That will help it to heal as well as reduce the swelling.”

“It feels fine mum.”

“Mother knows best dear. Now pop upstairs and get it.”

She admired that firm bottom as he left the room, and then his swinging willy as he got back with the cream.

“Stay there dear. I’ll just rub some well in.”

He was surprised she had not got him to turn round, and it began to feel rather too nice as her hands worked their magic on his bum.

“Err... Mum, I think that’s enough.”

He saw her deliberately look down and chuckle.

“Oh dear. I thought this cream was supposed to reduce the swelling.”

Miss Simpson was not wrong. Like father, like son. I wonder... she thought, and carried on rubbing it in.

“Going stiff is quite normal dear. This happens to teenage boys all the time.”

He was thinking of Rachel’s lovely massage of his sore bum an hour ago and was now getting very worried.

“Err... Mum, you had better stop now or something might happen.”

She saw her son was leaking copiously and just ignored him.

“Mum! Oh God! Oh God mum!”

John always said how much better it felt if she could make him cum without touching it. From her son’s groans and expressions it was clear he was very much enjoying this one. She saw that lovely penis she and John had started into life almost 16 years ago grow rock hard and pulse, with squirt after squirt landing on her apron. Pleasure over, he went red at cumming in front of her. She stopped rubbing to reach for a towel.

“Don’t be embarrassed Steven, this is all entirely natural. It shows your mother everything is working.”

She picked up his fast deflating willy and squeezed along it to extract the last few drops, then wiped the end. Removing her apron, she bundled it up with the towel.

“I think you’d better have a shower. Could you drop these in the laundry basket please.”

“Err... Yes mum.”

As she passed over the towel she noticed another drop, so used it as an excuse to handle his fine willy again.

“There, all done. Off you go Steven. Tea will be about 6 o’clock.”

**********

Steven had taken the phone into the bathroom so he wouldn’t miss Rachel’s call. She rang just before 5.30 while he was still in the shower. Dripping all over the floor, he grabbed the phone to hear her sweet voice. To his delight she confirmed Saturday was on. She said her mum had invited him to stay for lunch and, if he liked, he could help her with maths in the afternoon. He most definitely liked. Things were looking up.

Steven was still a little bit embarrassed at going back downstairs after what he had done in front of his mum, but realised what’s done is done and nothing I can do will undo it. He decided it was best to just ignore it and carry on. As he entered the kitchen his mum smiled at him. She was singing along with the radio as she put together their tea. It was his favourite, her homemade Steak and Kidney pudding.

“Here you are dear. Your favourite.”

“Thanks mum. Err... You know I mentioned Rachel from swimming.”

“I believe I did hear you say that name once or twice earlier.”

“Well mum. Rachel has offered to help me learn to swim properly so I can pass my swimming module. Rachel is not very good with maths and I have agreed to help Rachel out with that.”

“That’s good Steven. Where does she live?”

“Rachel lives on Wilmington Crescent mum, so Rachel’s only 10 minutes away. Rachel’s got her own swimming pool mum. Rachel has asked me over Saturday morning to start my lessons, and Rachel’s mum has invited me to lunch. I have agreed to help Rachel with her maths in the afternoon.”

Ten times in half a minute. He is seriously smitten.

“I’ll sort out your trunks... unless you want to go ‘au naturel’ like this afternoon.”

“Mum!”

“Well, I’m sure her mum would be pleased to see a handsome lad like you swimming naked in her pool, particularly with your fine package.”

“Mum!”

“OK Steven. Trunks it is.”

**********

Rachel turned into Wilmington Crescent and opened the side gate to number four as she always preferred to go in the back way through the pool room. All the Turner family were excellent swimmers, but none as good as Rachel. Her 18-year-old brother Mark was in the pool with her 11-year-old brother Jim. When they saw her, they both swam over and got out to greet her. She looked at their willys as they towelled off. Her brothers had always swum naked, and she could not help comparing them with the much larger one she’d been playing with only an hour ago. Mark’s was actually reasonably sized for an 18-year-old, and Jim had not yet started puberty so still had a tiny bald willy coming to a point of loose skin with his little bag tight underneath. Jim grinned and nodded in acknowledgement to his big sister. Mark smiled at his little sister.

“Hi Rach, how was school today?”

Mark noticed how happy Rachel looked as she smiled back.

“Great.”

He was fine that she did not wish to elaborate further with her brothers, as he knew mum would tell him later if he needed to know anything. Rachel went on through into the kitchen where her mum was preparing tea. Her mum noticed she had a bigger smile on her face than usual and was humming a tune.

“Hello Rachel. You’re happy tonight. You must have had a good day.”

“Yes mum I did. You know Ivy came back with me yesterday and told us that two boys in her PE class had forgotten their kit, so Miss Simpson implemented the new rules that meant they had to do it naked. It was her best PE ever as one of them was from year 10 and he was teamed up with her and Bethany.”

“Your brothers don’t have a problem being naked in front of us girls, but for most teenage boys it is their worst nightmare. A bit of embarrassment is just what they need to make sure they don’t forget again.”

“This morning, Miss Simpson took me aside and told me we would have a year 10 boy in our swim class, and she wanted me to tutor him. It was that same boy, and, guess what, he hadn’t brought his trunks. Those new rules for a second failure required a spanking in front of the whole class and he would still have to do the lesson in the buff. He was with me for the whole afternoon!”

“He sounds a bit of a dope.”

“No mum. He’s actually one of the brightest boys in the school, but he is hopeless at sport and has always tried to avoid it. He didn’t forget his kit yesterday, but just said he did, hoping Miss Simpson would let him get out of it. Because he never attended much sport he didn’t know about the new rules.”

“He doesn’t sound very bright if that was the best excuse he could come up with. What was it today? Don’t tell me, his mum forgot to pack his trunks.”

This wasn’t going as well as she had hoped.

“Not important mum. He has offered to help me with my maths while I can help him with swimming. I need to get through my maths exam or I’ll never go on to university.”

Rachel knew she had now pushed just the right button, as her mum was desperate to get her daughter to university and further her sporting career, but Rachel’s poor showing in maths was holding her back.

“This boy can help you get into university? Tell me more about him.”

“He is called Steven Young mum and lives in Highfield Avenue. The reason Steven was in our swimming class was because he passed the year 10 maths exam last year, which Steven’s classmates are taking this week and next. Steven needs to pass his PE and swimming module to go on to university, so Steven’s form teacher asked Miss Simpson if Steven could join year 9 to get started. I suggested to Steven that I could start his coaching here on Saturday morning if that was OK with you mum. How about it mum?”

Her mum immediately picked up on her repetition of Steven’s name. My daughter has a crush.

“Err... what did you say his name was Rachel?”

“Steven mum. Can Steven come over Saturday morning?”

“This boy, err... Steven wasn’t it, can help you with maths?”

She saw that exasperated look come over her daughter’s face.

“Of course it’s Steven mum! Steven is a wizard at maths mum. Can Steven come over? Please mum.”

A bit of light teasing over, her mum smiled.

“Of course he can Rachel. Please invite him to stay for lunch. If he would like to stay longer, perhaps he can help you with your maths in the afternoon.”

Her mum remembered the pleasure of young love as a very happy girl rushed off to phone ‘Steven’.

**********

After tea, Rachel finished off her homework and then changed for more swimming practice. Her older brother was already in the pool when she got there. He was no mean swimmer himself, but knew he was not up to Rachel’s standard, and she was improving all the time. He loved helping his little sister, and she needed the workout, so, although he knew he would lose, he suggested a 10 length race.

“OK Mark, you’re on.”

He got out and stood alongside her. Her launch was much better than his, but he knew she needed pushing so put everything he had to keep snapping at her heels. By the third length, her flawless turns meant she was a good fifteen foot ahead of him and increasing. He pushed himself so hard to help his sister, but she finished half a length ahead of him and was sitting on the edge smiling as she waited for him.

“I’m shattered Rach. You’re too good for me. I need a drink. Want one?”

“Orange juice please Mark.”

He hauled himself out, and she grinned as the water streaming off his willy looked like he was peeing. He poured two orange juices and stretched out on one of the loungers.

“Here’s your drink sis. Come and sit down for a bit. Mum tells me you have been tutoring a year 10 boy this afternoon and you’ll be bringing him here for more training Saturday morning. I hope he know’s how very lucky he is to have you as a teacher. He will be helping you with your maths, mum said. Is he any good?”

“Steven is a year ahead of the rest of his class in Maths, and Miss Simpson tells me he is good at everything, except sport. I agreed to help Steven with his swimming and Steven helps me with my maths.”

“I gather he has a problem remembering his kit. When Ivy was watching me and Jim swim yesterday while you were getting changed, she told me he had to do PE naked, and he was teamed up with her and Bethany. It has never bothered me, but for most teenage boys that is the ultimate embarrassment. He forgot his kit today as well mum said, so, apart from being naked again, he got slippered in front of all you girls first. I’ve often been slippered bare in school, but never in front of girls. That would have been so much worse.”

“It must have hurt but Steven just took it in silence. He didn’t seem too bothered about being naked either, except one time.”

“When was that?”

“Well, we were doing CPR, and I had to demonstrate the method to the class, with Steven as the casualty. I was pumping on his chest, and when I got to the bit about showing how to put air in his lungs, all this had had an effect on his willy. It grew and got stiff. It was leaking clear stuff too.”

“Now that would be embarrassing for any boy, especially in front of a bunch of younger girls.”

He grinned at his sister.

“I’m not surprised though Rach. He’s a 15-year-old boy and your teenage boobs were bouncing up and down a few inches in front of his face. That would give any guy a boner.”

Rachel gave him a mischievous grin.

“Can I practice CPR on you?”

Mark laughed.

“Better not sis. It would work on me too. If you’re wearing shorts you can rearrange your junk when that happens, but it’s all on display if you’re naked. When you gave him the kiss of life, I’m surprised he didn’t shoot. Was he a big boy, or did he still have a little bald winkle like Jim?”

Rachel smiled at her brother.

“He was actually much bigger than you Mark, and when it grew, it was about seven inches long. Very nice.”

Mark was always comfortable in his own skin, so he just looked down and chuckled.

“I’ve had no complaints from Julie about little Mark. I’ll leave you to the rest of your swimming practice now. I look forward to meeting Steven on Saturday. He sounds an OK guy. Goodnight Sis.”

She always liked her big brother as he never talked down to her. They did tease each other sometimes, as siblings always do, but never to excess. She had to admit she liked watching little Mark as it swung about when he walked. Unlike Steven, Mark had been circumcised so all the head was visible. She had only seen it stiff once and that was two years ago, before he met Julie. She had gone into his room without knocking and he was playing with it like Steven had been when she and Miss Simpson went into the boys changing rooms. It was squirting, as Steven’s had when she handled his earlier. Mark hadn’t seemed bothered she was there. He just asked her to pass the tissues and wiped it up, then reminded her to knock before entering next time.

“Thanks for everything Mark. Goodnight.”

**********

Saturday arrived, and Steven was up early, nervously checking his clothes and appearance, and triple checking he had his trunks. He had decided to go casual with a simple white t-shirt and jeans, together with his new trainers. At 9.20 he put his backpack on and told his mum he’d see her later then headed for Wilmington Crescent. Number four was a big house and Rachel had told him to use the side entrance. She had been watching from the window and they smiled at each other as she came out to greet him.

“Hi Steven.”

“Hello Rachel.”

“Come inside and meet my brothers. They’re both in the pool, but have to go out at 10 so we’ll have it to ourselves then.”

Rachel and Steven walked into the warm pool room. He saw an older boy and a younger boy in the water, who swam over to greet them. When they got out, he was surprised to see they were both stark naked. Rachel didn’t bat an eyelid as she introduced her two brothers.

“This is my older brother Mark, he’s 18, and this is Jim my baby brother. He’s 11. This is Steven guys.”

The boys exchanged greetings with their sister’s new friend, then in came an immaculately dressed older lady. This had to be Rachel’s mum thought Steven.

“This is my mum. Mum, this is Steven.”

He was quite nervous, but took a deep breath and stretched out his hand.

“I’m very pleased to meet you Mrs Turner. Thank you for inviting me to lunch.”

She was surprised to see he was not the nerd she had been imagining. He had a firm handshake, always a good sign, and was a handsome lad who was surprisingly well built for someone not into sport. He was polite too. No wonder Rachel had fallen for him she thought. If I was her age, I’d be all over this boy.

“I’m very pleased to meet you too Steven. Rachel tells me you are into academic subjects, but not sport. She is just the opposite and is looking forward to improving your swimming. We are quite a sporty family, very much into swimming, although Rachel is the star. She’ll be in the Olympics one day soon.”

“Oh mum!”

“I don’t doubt that for a moment Mrs Turner, and she’s a great teacher. I had barely swam two lengths before, but in one afternoon she had me swimming six lengths and I’m sure I could have done more.”

Her big brother looked Steven in the eyes.

“You realise how very lucky you are to be taught by my little sister. She’s the best swimmer around.”

“I knew that Thursday afternoon. I hope I’m able to help out Rachel as much as she is helping me.”

Mark saw and heard the respect he had for his little sister. He nodded towards Steven as he smiled at Rachel.

“He’s OK.”

“Mark, Jim, you’d better get dressed as you both have to get off soon. As you can see Steven, my boys swim naked here. I gather you swam naked when Rachel was teaching you. That is clearly your preference and will be fine in our pool. Just hang all your clothes up on one of the pegs.”

She smiled and went off with Mark and Jim. This was his first meeting with her mum, and he hadn’t wanted to correct her, but was now in a quandary as Mrs Turner would be expecting him to swim like her sons.

“Err... Rachel... err... your mum seems to think swimming naked is my preference. What shall I do?”

Rachel quite liked the idea of Steven being naked again.

“I’ve already seen you naked, and played with your willy and made it squirt. It will be just the two of us for your lesson, so what does it matter. If mum comes in, she’s used to seeing boys naked, and you’ve got nothing my brothers haven’t got.”

Then she gave him a big smile.

“Besides, I really enjoy seeing you naked.”

Rachel made several excellent points he thought, but most especially her last one. He decided to leave off his trunks and began to strip. There was Rachel’s beautiful smile again.

“Mum’s left. You don’t mind if I change down here with you, do you?”

Steven most definitely didn’t mind. He was soon naked and Rachel was down to her bra and panties. She grinned at him as she took off her bra. He could not believe she was letting him see her breasts. Rachel watched as his willy began its rise. She let him see even more as those panties slid down and she stood with her legs apart. He had never seen a naked girl before and, unsurprisingly, his willy went rigid. He felt a mixture of curiosity and excitement as he intently studied her breasts and that dark slit with pink folds of skin surrounded by blonde pubic hair. She was content to let him look. After all, she’d seen him naked. so it seemed only fair. Her body was tingling all over as she saw the admiration in his eyes as he gazed at her, and she didn’t want the feeling to stop. Rachel was fussing about in the drawer as if searching for her bikini when she heard her mum coming back. She quickly pulled it out and just got it on as the door opened. Mrs Turner saw a brief glimpse of that striking boner as his hands automatically snapped over it.

“You’ll need these fresh towels. I’ll just hang them up here.”

She saw Rachel was already in her bikini. The little minx must have changed down here she thought. No wonder the boy went stiff. She gave her daughter a look only a mother can give. Rachel had the good grace to look embarrassed as she mouthed ‘Sorry mum’. Her mother decided it would be less awkward for him if she acted like a no nonsense mum talking to her little boy, although she could see he was very far from that.

“You don’t need to worry Steven, as a little boy’s winkle does that all the time. It’s perfectly natural and will soon go back down once you get in the water. Please put your hands by your side, as it looks like you’re playing with it and good little boys don’t do that.”

He reasoned she was a mum with two boys who were happy to swim naked in front of her and their sister, so would know all about errant willys. There seemed little point in not doing as he was asked.

“Sorry Mrs Turner.”

“I’ll leave you two alone now so you can start the lesson. Lunch will be at twelve. Two hours is enough for any lesson, or you begin to lose concentration. In you get Steven.”

She saw he had a normal uncircumcised penis. When Mark had that problem as a three-year-old, she’d been sorry the doctor advised a circumcision, but his health came first. Steven was a big boy she thought and now knew one more reason why Rachel had a crush on him. As Steven turned to the pool, she mouthed ‘Wow’ to her daughter and grinned. Rachel grinned back and she left her to get on with his lesson.

************

It was almost twelve and they had been working hard for two hours. It had been slower going than that first afternoon, but Rachel knew initial rapid progress invariably tapered off to a slower rate of improvement. Stopping for another kiss every ten minutes or so probably didn’t help, but they both felt better for it so she kept that in as part of his training schedule under ‘Life Saving Practice’.

Rachel was trying to get Steven to float. He had completely relaxed, she had removed her hands, and there he was floating. Her mum came in pushing a food trolley. Steven turned to see who it was, and immediately plunged to the bottom. As he came up spluttering, Rachel laughed so much.

“Steven’s still not got the hang of floating on his back yet mum.”

“Don’t make fun of his level of swimming proficiency Rachel. Steven may shortly be in a position to make fun of your maths.”

Rachel frowned, then flung her arms around him.

“You wouldn’t make fun of me, would you Steven?”

Before he could reply she smothered his mouth with hers.

He went red at this open display of affection in front of her mother. He also remembered the effect her kisses had on his willy, as had been plainly visible every ten minutes or so for the last two hours.

“Let the poor boy up for air Rachel and come and have some lunch. I thought we would all eat in here.”

She offloaded the food onto the table and smiled at Steven as her daughter let him go. This is awkward he thought. Before he could think of a plan, Rachel grabbed his hand and walked him up the poolside steps towards her mother, who promptly put a plate in his one free hand.

“Help yourself Steven. There are sandwiches, pizza, quiche, and salad if you want it.”

Rachel was not letting go of his hand, and started to load his plate. Her mother smiled at her daughter and began to make her selection before sitting down.

“You sit down next to mum Steven while I get some food for me.”

When she finally let go, he put his plate down but was unsure about being next to her mum with a stiff willy.

“Silly little boy, you haven’t even dried off yet. Here, let me get a towel. Stay there Steven.”

She pulled one off the hook and, to Steven’s amazement, began wiping his back and his bum.

“Mothers have to take care of little boys. Jim is terrible at wiping himself off and I end up doing this for him all the time. Turn round Steven.”

She put her hands on his shoulders, and gave a gentle twist so he was obliged to face her, still with a raging hard on. She just ignored it and did his chest, then his legs. He thought that would be it, but she grabbed his boner, slid back his foreskin, and began to vigorously rub all over his willy and balls for a few seconds before she pulled his foreskin forward to cover the head and gave him a pat on his bottom.

“There Steven, everything is all nice and dry. Sit down and eat your lunch like a good little boy.”

He sat down, but was in shock at being treated like a little boy when all the evidence was to the contrary. Rachel sat down next to him so he was squeezed in between her and her mum. He looked enquiringly at his friend, but she just grinned. Her mum does have two sons he thought, so perhaps this is normal for her to towel her boys off including their willys, whatever its state. Oh well, when in Rome. He began to tuck in.

“In answer to your earlier question Rachel, no, I would never make fun of you.”

“See mum, I’m safe.”

He grinned.

“Unless you make fun of me.”

She frowned.

“Oh.”

“Rachel can often rib her brothers, but they give as good as they get and it’s all in fun so no harm done. Tell me Steven, what are your plans when you leave school.”

“University Mrs Turner. I hope to become a physicist, but I have to pass my PE and swimming module to get my school certificate so I can go there.”

“Rachel wants to go to university to further her sports career, but her poor results in maths may stop her too. I very much hope the two of you can help each other to achieve both your aims.”

“I hope so too Mrs Turner.”

“So do I mum.”

As they all tucked in, Mrs Turner looked down to see his willy had returned to normal and was resting on top of his balls amidst his thick black pubic hair. She admired its size and beauty. With all his attributes, she thought her daughter had definitely chosen a good guy. He had brains too, so what more could you ask for. She smiled as she remembered the look of surprise in his eyes when she treated him as if she was just a mum dealing with her little boy and handled his, definitely not a little boy, boner to dry it off. He hadn’t resisted at all, so she was hoping she might be able to cop another feel with that ‘mum and her little boy’ routine. They had now all finished so she offered to get something for dessert.

“I made a trifle. Who wants some?”

What kids could resist trifle, so she went off to fetch it in. As she left the room, Steven looked at Rachel.

“Your mum wiped my stiff willy and balls. Is that normal here Rachel?”

“She often dries off Jim, even if his tiny winkle is stiff. Perhaps she wanted to cop a feel... like this.”

Rachel grinned as her hand moved up his thighs to quite a bit higher.

“Rachel! Your mother will be back any second.”

She just ignored him and soon had him rigid again as she moved her fingers up and down his shaft. She loved the feeling she got as his willy grew in her hands. As Steven feared, the door soon began to open. She had to let go, but not before she gave him a quick kiss. Her mum came through the door with a delicious looking trifle smothered in colourful sprinkles. She set it down and saw that big boner again. Rachel’s been busy she thought and gave her that mother’s look again. This time Rachel just grinned back.

“A big helping for you Steven?”

“That looks so delicious Mrs Turner. Yes please.”

She served him and gave her daughter an equally big helping. Steven tucked in. As the last spoonful went towards his mouth, Rachel grinned at him and playfully slid her hand up his thigh. He jumped and it landed straight in his lap. This was her chance and went into her ‘mum dealing with her little boy’ routine.

“See what mums have to deal with Rachel. Little boys can be so clumsy. I’ll get the towel.”

Before he could say a word, she leaned back to retrieve the towel, then just lifted his boner out the way and began to clean up the spilt trifle.

“You’ve got it all over your winkle too. What a messy little boy you are Steven.”

He was aghast as she pulled back his foreskin and began to rub all over. Rachel had already got him so close and he knew he would not be able to take much more. She continued to rub and he groaned with an equal mix of pleasure and horror as squirt after squirt of semen shot high up in the air. Rachel was still grinning.

“More for a mum to clean up Rachel. Steven’s such a mucky little pup. Stay there while I get a wet cloth.”

He was so embarrassed to see the stickiness in his groin. Rachel giggled as she reached down and picked up a large blob of trifle and semen and popped it in her mouth.

“Mmmmm. Trifle and your cream, my new favourite.”

Her mum was soon back and just held up his now floppy willy and cleaned his tummy up. She squeezed along it to get everything out, then wrapped the wet cloth around it and got all the sticky mess off before towelling everything dry.

“There you are Steven, you’re a nice clean little boy again.”

That was embarrassing he thought, but I guess she was only being a mum dealing with a mucky little pup.

“Thank you Mrs Turner.”

“Right. I’ll just get all these dirty dishes out of the way and leave you two alone to get on with Rachel’s maths lesson. Would you like a dressing gown Steven? You can borrow one of Mark’s from that closet.”

In the circumstances, Steven thought that might be less distracting for Rachel.

“Yes please Mrs Turner. I’ll put one on now. Thank you for that splendid lunch. I really enjoyed it.”

She had enjoyed lunch too, but for entirely different reasons.

“You’re welcome Steven.”

Rachel knew that now was the time to focus on her studies. She smiled at Steven.

“Best if I put a dressing gown on too, I think. I’ll just fetch my books so we can get started.”

**********

They had been beavering away for some two hours. Rachel thought Steven had been so patient explaining to her the concepts she needed for this weekend’s maths homework, and was beginning to see some thinning of the mathematical fog that always seemed to descend when faced with the stuff Mr Jackson set. For Steven, apart from the simple pleasure of just being with Rachel, he was also pleased she was so focussed and was starting to pick up what he was teaching her. He clearly wasn’t going to do her homework for her, but had watched her tackle the first question and was satisfied Rachel had a sufficient grasp to have a good stab at it.

“I’ll leave you to finish off Mr Jackson’s homework on your own. I won’t offer to check it for you, as I’m sure you will try your very best.”

“Thanks Steven, you’ve been so helpful this afternoon.”

She unfocussed and gave him a big long kiss. He loved it, but was glad he had the dressing gown on when her mum came in with a girl about Rachel’s age. He recognised her from his year 9 PE lesson.

“Ivy’s here Rachel.”

Rachel had told her best friend Ivy that Steven was coming over, but asked her not to join them until after three, as lessons came first. She had decided not to tell Steven, as he might get nervous knowing a girl who’d seen him naked would be arriving. She needn’t have worried as he gave her a cheery greeting.

“Hello Ivy, nice to see you again.”

She saw him actually grin at her reply.

“I have very fond memories of seeing so much of you last week Steven, and hope to get a refresher today.”

He thought about his own intense curiosity this morning as he saw the private parts of the opposite sex for the first time, and realised Ivy, Bethany, and the other girls were just like him in being normal teenagers. Admittedly, Rachel’s show had been private and voluntary, his much less so. Ivy had seen his genitals already and he saw no point in being concerned if she saw them again, so just grinned.

“Now you two kids, it’s after three and you have been working solidly on maths for two hours. Time to give it a rest. I’ll get you all a drink. What would you like Ivy?”

She went off to get an orange juice each for Rachel and Steven, and a coke for Ivy.

“Rachel told me you forgot your swimming trunks and got a spanking as well as having to swim naked. Did Miss Simpson hurt?”

“She did, but cared enough to ask if I was OK after she slippered me. Apart from a very sore red bum, I was fine. It was all my own fault as I should have checked mum had packed my trunks. It won’t happen again.”

Ivy looked disappointed.

“Oh, that’s a pity as we girls were all looking forward to seeing your willy flopping about next week in PE, and perhaps see your boner again. I gather Rachel’s class all saw it.”

He wondered if those girls’ curiosity would ever be satisfied and chuckled.

“Enough about my willy. Much more important is that Rachel was teaching me to swim properly. With her skill she got me to swim six lengths, and I barely did two before. She’s brilliant and nearly got me floating on my back this morning. I managed about 10 seconds. If her mum hadn’t come in, I’d have floated longer.”

Rachel hugged his arm.

“When I was teaching him, he called me ‘Miss’ which made me feel so good.”

“I always call teachers Miss or Sir, and you were teaching me, so it seemed appropriate. Besides, those terms are to show respect, and who could not respect you.”

Rachel gave him a kiss, and Ivy noticed a bulge appear in the front of his dressing gown. Interesting.

“I brought my costume over Rach. Shall we all have a swim?”

Rachel gave a mischievous grin to her bestie.

“Do you want to change down here? It’ll be quicker than going all the way up to my bedroom.”

Rachel was amused to see Ivy’s face drop.

“But... But... Steven will see me. I couldn’t possibly do that!”

“What’s the problem? We’ve both seen him. I changed in front of him this morning, and he was the perfect gentleman. Weren’t you Steven?”

Rachel landed a big kiss, stifling whatever reply he was going to give. She let him go and giggled.

“Mum saw that he was a fine upstanding gentleman. Didn’t she Steven?”

She never let him reply to that one either, as Ivy saw a distinct tent rise in the front of his dressing gown.

Ivy giggled too.

“Your mum saw his boner! Weren’t you embarrassed Steven?”

Rachel finally let him up for air.

“It’s a perfectly natural reaction for a teenage boy seeing a naked teenage girl. Rachel got her bikini on before her mum came back, but it takes quite a while for me to go down so, yes, her mum saw it. She has got two boys herself who swim naked, so I assumed she had seen one before.”

“I tell you what Ivy, I’ll keep Steven distracted while you change. How does that sound?”

“OK. But no peeping Steven.”

Ivy saw that her best friend was true to her word as she pulled him round with his back to her and started kissing him. Ivy was being quick, just in case, and was soon changed with her bikini in place.

“OK. I’m ready.”

Rachel had undone the sash round his dressing gown and opened the front to hug him. She whispered “You OK for this?” His answer was a smile “I’m good.” For the first time, she saw him take the initiative and move in to kiss her. She slipped the gown off his shoulders and he let it drop to the floor so Ivy got her confirmation that he was indeed naked under there. She admired that rear view.

“Wow. Nice butt!”

Mrs Turner came in with a tray of drinks and smiled.

“Be a gentleman Steven and pass these round.”

He shrugged at Rachel and took the tray. Ivy looked down, then nervously across to Rachel’s mum, who just smiled at her and mouthed ‘Wow’. Ivy grinned back and picked up the coke offered by her waiter.

“Thanks Steven.”

Rachel took her orange juice, then Steven took his and passed back the tray.

“I’ll leave you to your swim. Once he’s in the cool water Ivy, the little boy’s winkle will soon go down.”

When she left, Ivy could not stop staring at his erection.

“You’re no little boy Steven, and that’s definitely not a winkle. That’s an impressive boner! N-I-C-E, nice!”

He just grinned and nodded at her compliment, and left Ivy to her apparently insatiable curiosity.

“Shall I show Ivy how well you’ve been teaching me?”

Rachel nodded and the girls sat down to watch as he swam away quite passably towards the far end.

“What’s with your mum and the little boy routine? We can all see he’s obviously not that.”

“I think she’s doing it to save his embarrassment. Could you imagine how Steven would react if my mum’s comment on first seeing his boner was ‘Wow, what a whopper’ even if that was what she was thinking. Jim’s goes stiff quite often and she just treats it as the most natural thing in the world, which for a boy it is. Who can be embarrassed at a mum talking to a little boy as he walks around naked?”

“Make’s sense. I’ve seen Jim’s little winkle get hard quite a lot, but never seen Mark with a boner”

“I think my big brother is more able to control it, as I’ve only seen it hard once. I went into his room without knocking a couple of years ago and he was playing with it. It was quite big, but not as big as Steven. I watched it squirt too. Mark didn’t seem to mind as he cleaned it up, just reminded me to knock next time.”

“Wow, you’ve seen a guy squirt? I’d love to see that.”

Rachel decided that what she did in the changing rooms with Steven was private, even from besties, but thought what happened over lunch between her mum and Steven was OK to talk about, and giggled.

“Mum’s act has helped her cop a feel. When she came in with our lunch, he had a boner as I held his hand and walked him up the steps out of the pool. Mum gave him a plate and I loaded it up, then told him to sit next to her. She ticked off her ‘little boy’ for not drying himself first and got a towel and wiped him off, including a quick rub as she dried his boner and balls.”

“What did he say?”

“Nothing at the time, but when she went out to fetch the trifle he asked me if that was normal here. I just said she does it to Jim and then copped my own feel. Mum came back so I had to stop, but not before he got that fine boner. She used her routine again when he spilt trifle in his lap. She said to me little boys can be so clumsy, and quick as a flash got a towel, moved his boner and wiped it up. Then she chided him for getting it all over his ‘winkle’. I already had him aroused, and she began cleaning up her ‘mucky little pup’ there.”

Ivy squealed like a little girl.

“Steven never squirted did he?”

Rachel grinned at her bestie’s obvious excitement at the tale.

“He sure did! Ten big ones right up in the air, which landed in his lap. She just said this was more for a mum to clean up and went off to get a wet cloth.”

She grinned at Ivy.

“A bit of trifle with his cream is my favourite taste now.”

“You didn’t!”

“Yep, I did. Anyway, mum came back and wiped the wet cloth all over his willy, which by that time had gone floppy again, and just said he was a nice clean little boy now. She was apparently just being a mum cleaning up a mucky little pup, and what’s more normal than that. She got to cop a feel and jerk him off. He was spared the embarrassment and got a lot of pleasure into the bargain. It’s a win-win all round.”

Steven had returned and got out of the pool to sit with the girls. Ivy saw that, as Mrs Turner predicted, his ‘winkle’ had gone down, but was disappointed it was now much smaller than in PE. The girls complimented him on his efforts and Rachel gave him a big long kiss. That’s better thought Ivy. Just then Mark got back.

“Hi Ivy, hi Rach, hi Steve. Nice dick bro!”

The girls laughed and Steven just grinned and nodded at her big brother.

“Give me a few minutes to put this stuff away and I’ll join you all in the pool.”

Rachel smiled as she saw her bestie’s face light up. She knew her too well.

Two large willys swinging about thought Ivy, have I died and gone to heaven?

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