The Old Pool At St Luke's School

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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It was early September and the first day of a new year at St Luke’s School. After the wettest summer on record, their nearby playing field had become flooded. As it was unusable, it was the job of Mr Dawson, the boys’ games teacher, and Miss Jones, the girls’ games teacher, to work out some emergency arrangements they would have to put into effect for the coming weeks, above all for year 9’s afternoon of sport just four hours away. Since the wet weather had also delayed the decommissioning and draining of the school’s old open air swimming pool, Mr Dawson had the idea to get it back in service for his year 9 boys. Miss Jones, who was also the art teacher, thought that her year 9 girls would be happy doing some still life painting and drawing in the gym.

In morning assembly, the headmaster advised the whole school that the playing field was out of action for at least the next few weeks and alternative arrangements were being worked on. These would be posted later that morning, and all students were to check during lunch break to ensure they brought the right kit for the rest of this week’s sport. In respect of that afternoon, year 9 were told to report to the gym.

At 1.45 Mr Dawson and Miss Jones entered the gym to find his 32 boys and her 29 girls with sports bags slung over their shoulders all chatting away together. Mr Dawson was a former Regimental Sergeant Major with the Coldstream Guards, and when he gave an order he expected it to be obeyed without question. He took control with his best parade ground roar.

“QUIET!”

An instant hush descended, so he continued.

“Boys over here with me, girls over there with Miss Jones. Quick about it boys! Right you lot, our excellent groundsmen have worked very hard this morning to get the old open air pool back in commission, so this afternoon it will be swimming for you.”

It was the tallest boy who raised an important issue.

“But sir, we weren’t expecting this so haven’t got any trunks.”

“Don’t worry about that Wackett. You’re all fit lads, so will survive a September afternoon in your birthday suits. In my day, boys never wore anything in the school pool. The girls used to swim with us, in their costumes of course as was only proper.”

He saw their faces drop as they looked over at the tittering girls. Miss Jones removed any misunderstanding.

“Sorry girls, we will be here in the gym doing some still life art whilst the boys are outside swimming.”

Over the girls’ disappointed groans, Mr Dawson continued.

“That’s everything sorted boys, now go and get changed. I want to see you all poolside in 5 minutes.”

The boys just stood there, absolutely stunned. Mr Dawson knew what was needed as he picked up the old slipper he always kept on the hook by the door, and slammed it loudly against the wall.

“GET SHIFTING NOW, OR YOU’LL EXPERIENCE ‘OLD FAITHFUL’ ACROSS YOUR BACKSIDES! MOVE!”

Over their previous two years at St Luke’s, every year 9 boy’s bottom had felt Mr Dawson wielding that legendary slipper, and they all rushed off to the changing rooms. Four minutes later there were a bunch of naked boys peering nervously out of the small circular windows set high up in the changing room doors. It was Wackett who laid out the problem.

“We have to go through the gym to get to the pool. The girls will see us!”

Whilst the boys were trying to think of a solution, Mr Dawson was poolside waiting for them. It had now been 6 minutes with no sign of his class. He picked up that worn slipper and decided to hurry them along. Bill Brown was the first to see him approach.

“Look out. Sir’s coming!”

Mr Dawson stormed in, and Brown felt the first whack as their teacher laid into all those bare bottoms.

“GET OUTSIDE DOUBLE QUICK! MOVE YOURSELVES!”

The girls were setting up when they heard Mr Dawson’s raised voice coming from the boys’ changing rooms, together with the distinctive sound of slipper on bare skin and a chorus of agonised shrieks. All eyes turned towards the commotion to see the doors crash open as their 32 blushing classmates tumbled out stark-naked with hands clasped between their legs. The boys scurried through the gym, giving the girls a fine display of jiggling bare bottoms all bright red courtesy of ‘Old Faithful’. They laughed at the sight of those spanked bottoms, as it looked like a whole herd of naughty little boys was moving through. Their eyes alighted on cute Bobby Jenkins as he came through the door. He was so distracted trying to rub away the pain in his rear that he left his willy exposed to the world as it flopped wildly about. His brain finally registered the name coming from a delighted Kate Stevens.

“Way to go Bobby! Nice willy Jenkins!”

A scarlet-faced Jenkins forgot all about his bottom and snapped his hands in front. He rushed through the gym to escape those cheers and wolf whistles from the girls, which did not stop until his red bottom had disappeared through the outside door.

Mr Dawson saw the girls laughing as they watched him whack away at those unprotected bare bottoms of their tardiest classmates.

“Sorry for disturbing your class Miss Jones. The girls have not been too upset, I hope. My boys seem a bit sluggish this afternoon, but just needed a bit of a warm up. Getting the boys’ bottoms warm is always a good start, don’t you think Miss Jones?”

The girls grinned as they recalled that image of their classmates’ spanked bottoms going up and down as they ran past naked.

“I quite agree Mr Dawson. That was an excellent job of warming the boys up. I am sure the disturbance was not too traumatic.”

She gave him a big grin.

“Not for my girls at least.”

Mr Dawson nodded and chuckled as he marched out in pursuit of those fast departing red bottoms. Miss Jones turned to her girls.

“Well girls, that certainly was a most enjoyable slice of life, but definitely not still.”

They all grinned at her little art joke. She looked around as the girls carried on setting out the tables for their lesson. Her eyes alighted on the heavy piano and she smiled. Miss Jones turned to the captain of her netball team.

“Jemma dear, we’ll need that piano shifting. Perhaps some of the boys could come back and help. Please would you go out to the pool and present my compliments to Mr Dawson and ask him if he could spare three strong boys to help move the piano.”

“But they’re all naked miss!”

She looked sweetly at the girl.

“I do believe you’re right Jemma, but I think we can all agree that strong boys are needed to shift such a very heavy piano.”

Miss Jones turned to the rest of her class and grinned.

“I presume none of you girls will have a problem if Jemma brings back three strong boys to move the piano?”

Reviewing their cherished principle that girls are always better than boys, they took a whole millisecond to decide there was no problem setting it aside if they got to see three of their classmates naked, and unanimously gave her a most fervent response.

“That’s settled Jemma. Off you go.”

“Yes Miss.”

Jemma was grinning from ear to ear as she left to implement her teacher’s order.

The other girls were wishing they were in her shoes as they watched her trot purposefully off to see all of their classmates naked.

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The eyes of those naked boys darted all over the place as they checked to see if anyone was about. Actually, the pool had been placed in the most secluded part of the school right at the end of a path, with a high wall to south and east and the solid end wall of the gym to the west. Until the brand new Home Economics block had been built right alongside, the old pool had not been overlooked at all. The boys were very relieved to see the pristine classroom opposite was unoccupied.

Mr Dawson glared at his boys who were all standing nervously about.

“A right bunch of wimps you are, acting like 10 year old modest little boys in the gym. You’re not going to expire if the girls get to see what you’ve got in your pants. You lot wouldn’t have lasted five minutes in my old school, and when I was in the army you were always having to get your kit off so some battleaxe of a woman doctor could check your junk or stick needles the size of drainpipes in your bum. You are all young men so act like it.”

He loved nothing better than having his lads doing some army drill.

“Drill practice first I think. Line up in height order with wee Johnson on the left and Wackett on the right.”

After a bit of shuffling round, he was happy with their positioning.

“ATTEN...SHUN!”

He was not pleased.

“That was dreadful. When you receive an order you jump to it, and the right position when at attention is arms straight at your side, head up, eyes front, chest out and shoulders back. Now, do it again. ATTEN...SHUN!”

He repeated this six times before he was finally satisfied every lad was properly at attention. Mr Dawson had his back to Jemma as she approached the pool. When she got alongside him, several broke formation to cup their hands in front. He realised there were still some 10 year old modest little boys in front of him. They had to be brought in line, so he bellowed out an order.

“YOUNG MEN OF YEAR 9, ATTEN...SHUN!”

He smiled as his sheer force of will ensured total compliance in front of this girl, with every one of his lads snapping to attention.

As their eyes faced front, locked onto the empty block opposite, these neatly arranged boys felt themselves going red all over. They knew Jemma would be studying the 32 exposed willys and balls of all her classmates, but could not disobey Mr Dawson.

Looking along the line, Jemma was astonished at the sheer variety. There were willys of all sizes, with some having large balls dangling low, others had just a tight little bag beneath. She saw numerous boys with thick hair round their willy and balls, some had only sparse hair, and others had none. That curly hair was almost invariably black, but Sean Whittaker, the blue-eyed blond all the girls thought such a hunk, had matching hair below. Those taller boys on the right generally had larger willys with dangling balls and most hair, but her two biggest surprises were little Rory Johnson, whose thick black hair surrounded the largest willy and balls of all, and lofty Pete Wackett who was completely bald down below with just a small willy and a little bag snug underneath.

Mr Dawson observed their acute embarrassment, but knew they would not dare to disobey his order. He watched this young girl’s eyes widen as he let her study their packages at length. Making them sweat, he waited a full and excruciatingly long minute (for the boys at least) before addressing the grinning girl. He’d make men of them yet.

“Yes Miss Clarke. How can I help you?”

“Err... Miss Jones sends her compliments sir and wonders if you could spare three strong boys to move the piano.”

He smiled at her.

“Of course Miss Clarke. Wackett, Green, Powell, off you go.”

It was Wackett again.

“But sir, we’re naked!”

All sergeant majors are well versed in mockery as they respond to protests from the ranks.

“Absolutely nothing gets past the Sherlock Holmes of Year 9, does it Wackett. You’re all naked are you? Oh dear, how sad, never mind. Now get going you three, unless you want to feel ‘Old Faithful’ across your backsides again.”

Jemma giggled as she recalled seeing her classmates hopping about earlier as Mr Dawson and that worn slipper wreaked such havoc on the bare bottoms of the slowest boys. The three could only obey their teacher’s order as they went with Jemma back to the gym. She had a thing about Mick Powell, who was captain of the rugby team, and was pleased to see he had a good sized willy and balls with thick hair all round. Dave Green had not quite as much hair, but, unlike Mick’s willy, his had a large purple head at the end. Pete Wackett’s was completely different as his petite bald willy comprised of a short one and a half inch long bulge sticking out, then a thinner inch long tube, ending in what Jemma thought looked like a pair of tiny puckered up lips.

On entering the gym, Wackett and Green snapped their hands in front and stopped. Powell stood with hands behind his back as he looked at Jemma and smiled. As Mr Dawson predicted, he hadn’t died now all his classmates were seeing what he had between his legs. Actually, he found it fun being naked in front of the girls, and had fully relaxed. Miss Jones looked approvingly at him.

“Thank you boys. We need this piano shifting. Would you be so good as to move it into that corner there please.”

Powell strolled over to the piano, but Wackett and Green were rooted to the spot. Miss Jones smiled at Kate Stevens as she picked up an eighteen inch long plastic ruler off her desk.

“Don’t just stand there, go and help Powell.”

She brought the ruler down again and again across the rear of both boys. The girls laughed at those red stripes on their smarting bottoms as Miss Jones drove them across the gym to an accompaniment of shrieks. She returned the ruler with another smile and observed her girls intently studying their naked classmates’ uncovered willys and balls as they shoved hard against the piano.

“Thanks for the loan of your ruler Kate. It certainly got Wackett and Green moving.”

Kate summoned up the courage to ask Miss Jones the question all the girls had been pondering.

“Miss. These three boys’ willy and balls look ever so different. Why is that miss?”

Miss Jones felt her heart leap at this impromptu chance to teach her girls about boys. She could now get her hands on those teenage packages, including that cute little boy one. Of course, she kept telling herself, this was all in the name of her girls’ education.

The boys had finished and she saw Wackett and Green both sheltering their lower half behind the piano. Powell was facing the girls, casually leaning back with elbows on the piano and legs apart. She was sure he would be most cooperative for their lesson.

“Come over here boys.”

Wackett and Green went to cover up as the three boys walked over.

“Keep those hands by your side, you two.”

She only had to touch Kate’s ruler and they obeyed. Miss Jones smiled as her girls watched those two naked bodies go red all over.

“Now girls, gather round.”

She got between Powell and Green, then lifted up Powell’s willy.

“The proper name for this is a penis. As Kate has already pointed out, the boy parts of these three do look quite different.”

With her other hand she gripped Green’s willy. His embarrassment was now tinged with excitement at being so intimately handled.

“Green has this exposed purple head because his penis has been circumcised, meaning his foreskin has been cut off. This is usually done for religious reasons, but sometimes medical ones. You can just see the neat scar around here.”

The girls all leaned in and nodded.

“Powell still has a foreskin, which almost covers the head of his penis. If I slide it right back like this, you can see his penis looks almost identical to Green’s. The proper name for this bag beneath is the scrotum, containing two testicles. All together, these boy parts are known as their genitals.”

She gently squeezed both penises and could feel them begin to swell at her manipulation.

“What about Wackett miss. His boy parts look like my 3 year old baby brother Jack when I have to bath him miss.”

“Thank you Kate. You can see that Green and Powell have all this hair, which grows here as a boy reaches puberty. That is the time when their little boy genitals start to get bigger and mature, finally becoming fully adult like these two young men. Puberty in boys usually begins when they are between 12 and 14, but for some it may not start for a year or two later.”

She moved over to Wackett and put a single finger under his miniature penis.

“Wackett has not yet begun puberty so, despite his size, he is still a little boy with a little boy’s penis, just like Kate’s baby brother Jack. He has no hair, and the two small testicles inside this tight scrotum are immature. Wackett has this long protruding foreskin, but if I slide it all the way back like this, you can see his penis looks just the same as the other two, only very much smaller.”

All this talk and exposure to the girls had Green and Powell’s penises considerably swollen and they were sticking out horizontal.

“Look miss, their willys have got bigger.”

“They are called penises Kate. Please use the proper terms.”

“Sorry miss.”

She gripped both engorged penises and slid her hands back and forth. In seconds she had them completely erect.

“Yes Kate, a penis can get big and stiff like this. It is properly known as an erection, but boys will call it a boner or a stiffie. It sometimes happens for no reason, but if you manipulate a boy like this, it gets them excited and their penis becomes larger and rises up as blood is pumped into it. When it is fully erect, as these are, the penis goes really hard.”

“Please can we feel it miss?”

She looked at Powell, who smiled and gave a slight nod.

“OK girls, come forward one at a time and handle Powell’s erection.”

By the time all 29 girls had copped their feel, his willy was dripping. Miss Jones did not notice Kate’s surreptitious squeeze of Green’s willy, which increased his excitement, and it had begun to leak as well.

“There’s liquid coming out of the end miss. What’s that miss?”

“When boys get excited, as Powell and Green are now, that clear liquid comes out. It is called pre-ejaculate fluid, or more simply ‘pre-cum’. It is the precursor to semen, which will ejaculate from the penis when a boy becomes really excited. Semen is produced in the testicles and when it squirts out a boy is said to ‘cum’, hence ‘pre-cum’.”

“Can you get the boys really excited so we can see them squirt miss?”

She looked at Powell whose eyes were clearly saying ‘Yes please miss’. Green’s embarrassment had now been overridden by excitement and he looked eager too. Miss Jones knew Jemma had a thing for her opposite number on the rugby team and Kate was captain of the hockey team, so she decided to offer them both some captain’s perks.

“Jemma and Kate, perhaps you would like to try. Jemma, you hold Powell’s penis, and Kate, you hold Green’s. Just rub gently backwards and forwards and they will soon ejaculate semen. You other girls had better stand back out of the line of fire.”

As Jemma and Kate wrapped their fingers all round and gently squeezed, they could feel it swell. In barely 10 seconds the boys began panting heavily then gave out a series of groans. Jemma and Kate both grinned at their boy as they felt those penises go rock hard and pulse with squirt after squirt of semen shooting out, to land on the gym’s polished wooden floor some five feet away.

There was a collective ‘wow’ at this show. Powell returned Jemma’s grin with a beautiful smile, wordlessly letting her know she could do that again any time, an option first taken up that very same evening. Green avoided Kate’s eyes, but she could see the pleasure all over his face. Miss Jones found a small pot and squeezed their drooping penises to get the last few drops into it.

“Here girls, this is boy’s semen. Have a close look.”

Jemma offered her opinion.

“It’s sticky and smells funny miss.”

Kate was always willing to try anything.

“It tastes a bit salty miss.”

At that, many of the other girls screwed up their faces. It was June Cotton who expressed their views succinctly.

“Yuk! That’s disgusting Kate.”

She didn’t care and just grinned.

Wackett had reacted to all this stimulation of his mates and had gone bright red as he stared straight ahead. It was Kate who noticed.

“Wackett’s got an erection miss, but it’s tiny. Will he squirt too miss?”

Miss Jones was so very excited at having an excuse to play with this large teenager’s very cute little boy boner. Being that tall without going through puberty, she thought he must have a hormone problem and would mention it to matron for her to check.

“Wackett might be quite tall, but he is still a little boy with this little boy’s penis. Even the very youngest of little boys can have erections. You may already have noticed one on your baby brother Jack as you wash his genitals Kate.”

Kate nodded.

“Sometimes it does miss. Wackett’s erection is the same size as Jack’s miss.”

The girls giggled as Miss Jones pulled Wackett’s long foreskin back and forth, making that tiny swollen head pop in and out.

“Here Kate, you have go and see what you can do with Wackett’s stiff little boy penis.”

“It feels very hard miss, just like Jack’s. Little boys look so cute when their tiny penises go stiff like this, don’t they miss?”

As Miss Jones nodded, Kate knew she would be exploring Jack much more fully at bath time tonight. The girls watched Kate handle Wackett’s tiny boner, giggling each time the head was revealed, then Miss Jones took over again.

“We have manipulated it now for much longer than you did with Green. You can see there is nothing leaking out, and he hasn’t squirted. When he goes through puberty in a few years time, his genitals will no doubt be a much better match for the rest of him and he will then shoot semen out of his penis.”

Miss Jones felt the dampness between her legs. Reluctantly, she knew she had to let go of his unresponsive miniature stiffy before her own excitement became too obvious. She smiled at him.

“Wackett, please would you run off and get a wet cloth to clean up all that semen Green and Powell squirted on the gym floor?”

The girls watched that hairless micro-boner bounce about as he fetched the cloth and got down to wipe up the first semen he had ever seen. Despite all his classmates watching, Wackett had actually enjoyed what Miss Jones and Kate had done, but wondered when he would finally be able to squirt. Once he was finished, Miss Jones turned to the girls.

“Now girls, thank these boys and let them go back to swimming. We really should get on with our still life lesson.”

As the girls applauded the boys, Miss Jones had seen how calm Powell was being naked in front of her girls and made a decision.

“Capturing the human body form on paper is one of the more difficult aspects of still life. Perhaps Powell can help us out.”

She turned to him.

“Would you like to be our life model for the afternoon?”

He smiled and nodded.

“That will be fine by me miss, but what about Mr Dawson?”

“Ah yes Powell, that is most important. Kate, take Wackett and Green back to their swimming lesson. Please present my compliments to Mr Dawson and thank him for the boys’ help, then ask him if we can use Powell as our life model for the afternoon.”

Kate was thrilled at this chance to see all the boys naked. She tried to sound really casual as she replied, but failed miserably.

“Yes miss!”

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Coming round the corner, Kate was disappointed. Almost all the boys were in the water, with just their red bottoms bobbing up and down as they swam along. Bobby Jenkins and John Breakspear were returning from the far end doing backstroke, so there was Bobby’s willy again. Looking at John, Kate was as excited as he clearly was, with his good sized boner sticking up like a periscope as he motored along. Bill Brown and Rory Johnson were alongside the pool when they spotted her and both turned to jump in to cover up. In their haste, the boys accidentally collided. Tumbling into the water, they caught their lower abdomen on the concrete pool edge as they slid ungracefully into the water. Mr Dawson saw it was an accident, but needed to check they were both OK.

“Are you all right Brown, and you Johnson?”

He saw the pain in their faces as they both looked nervously at Kate and gave a clearly misleading response.

“We’re fine sir.”

He looked down and saw a slight pink stain developing in the water.

“Now boys, I saw it was an accident and you aren’t in any trouble, but you’re bleeding. Get out so I can check you over.”

The boys looked at Kate, who was now alongside Mr Dawson and grinning down at them. They hesitated. The pink stain was increasing, so he gave them a direct order which they could not ignore.

“JOHNSON, BROWN. GET OUT! NOW!”

The two boys quickly hauled themselves out, revealing both had a nasty diagonal weeping graze from their right hip to their left thigh, including across their genitals. Kate had obviously noticed Rory’s big hairy willy and Bill’s little bald one, but she was genuinely more concerned about her classmates’ welfare.

“Those wounds look very serious sir. I really think matron needs to look at Johnson and Brown right away sir.”

“You are quite right Miss Stevens. Would you be able to take them up to matron?”

Kate nodded to Mr Dawson.

“Of course sir.”

“OK boys, go with Miss Stevens and she will take you to matron. You’ll need a hall pass, but I haven’t got a pen on me. Miss Stevens, would you be so good as to go via the gym and ask Miss Jones to write one out for the three of you please.”

The boys were in quite a bit of pain, so were in no state to argue about walking naked with Kate to matron’s office.

“By the way Miss Stevens, what was it you originally came out here for?”

“Oh yes. Sorry sir. Miss Jones sends her compliments, and thanks you for the use of your three boys, but asks if she can keep Powell as our life model for the afternoon. Here are Wackett and Green sir.”

“Thank you Miss Stevens. Tell Miss Jones that is fine by me to use Powell for your still life lesson. Take Johnson and Brown and get your hall pass, then off to matron so they can be checked over.”

“Yes sir.”

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Miss Jones looked the boys over when Kate got them to the gym, so their two very different willys and balls were on display to the girls. Looking at naked boys was usually fun, but they could all see their friends were clearly in pain. These girls had compassion, just like Kate, and they were actually more anxious about the boys’ wellbeing. The girls were pleased when Miss Jones agreed matron should examine them as soon as possible and quickly sent them off with Kate after giving her the hall pass.

Matron’s office was on the upper floor of the main building and as this year 9 girl and two naked year 9 boys were ascending the stairs they were stopped in their tracks by a loud challenge from below.

“What are you three doing out of lessons and why are you two boys naked?”

It was Miss Hazel, the deputy head, whose voice struck fear in all the pupils, but especially boys for whom she seemed to have a particular loathing. Woe betide any boy she found lurking in the corridors without cause, as they were sure to feel the cane she always carried on her rounds.

They turned round and even though they were there with abundant good cause, Kate was still nervous.

“I am taking these two boys to see matron Miss Hazel. They had an accident during Mr Dawson’s lesson in the old open air pool miss, and he asked me to get the boys to matron for her to check them out. Miss Jones has given me this hall pass Miss Hazel.”

She took the slip and checked it over then looked at the two boys.

“And why are you two boys naked?”

It was Rory who forced back his terror of this evil harpy and replied.

“Err... We were to do rugby this afternoon Miss Hazel, but as the sports field was flooded Mr Dawson arranged for us year 9 boys to do swimming. This was not scheduled miss, so none of us boys had any trunks. Mr Dawson just said we would all be swimming naked miss.”

She could see the weeping red wounds right across these two boys but still did not seem satisfied. She held up Rory’s badly grazed willy with two fingers as if it was a piece of rotten fish she was about to throw in the garbage.

“And how did this so-called accident occur?”

Kate rushed to the boys’ defence.

“I saw it miss, as did Mr Dawson. It was a genuine accident when they fell in the pool miss.”

Even more bravely, she directly challenged the deputy head so the boys would swiftly get the attention they clearly needed.

“You can see their wounds are serious miss. I do think matron should check them out right away miss.”

Kate thought she had gone too far as Miss Hazel silently glared down at her. Finally, she gave back the pass and spoke.

“In my experience, lazy boys will do anything to avoid lessons. OK girl, you get these boys up to matron.”

“Thank you miss.”

As they all turned to continue up the stairs, Miss Hazel whipped her cane across both boys’ bare bottoms.

“No dawdling you two. I’ve got my eyes on you troublemaking boys.”

Kate was shocked by this malicious punishment of her classmates. The two boys shrieked as all three ran towards matron’s door.

The boys rushed through as Kate held the door open so they could escape further wrath from that dragon. They screeched to a halt as the boys saw a year 7 girl sitting in the waiting area. To Bill’s horror, he realised it was his little sister Alice on this first day at her new school. He had never even allowed her to see him in his underwear, but here he was standing stark naked in front of her.

She grinned as she looked at her big brother.

“Hello Willy, what are you doing here?”

He hated her using that diminutive name, as he preferred Bill. Alice knew that very well as she looked down and giggled.

“Or perhaps it should be ‘Hello Little Willy’.”

He went scarlet.

In walked matron, a plump lady with a cheery disposition and a no-nonsense approach to treating her boys and girls. She glanced at the older pupils, then turned to the year 7 girl.

“How is your tummy now Miss Brown. Are you feeling any better?”

Matron saw her look at the two older naked boys with a big grin.

“I’m feeling very much better now, thank you matron.”

Matron smiled, as the sight of naked boys always made her feel better too. She turned to them.

“And what do we have here?”

It was Kate who answered.

“I’m Kate Stevens in year 9 matron. These two year 9 boys had an accident in the old pool miss, and Mr Dawson asked me to bring them here for you to check them out. They caught on the pool edge as they fell in and got these very nasty scrapes miss. As you can see, they go from hip to thigh and right across their penis and scrotum miss. They may have hurt their testicles too miss.”

Kate was pleased to remember what Miss Jones had just taught her about the correct names of boy parts.

“It is good to hear the proper terms being used, as so many girls refer to them as ‘willy and balls’. I run a first aid course on Thursdays and would welcome someone who knows the right names. I have already signed up Miss Brown here. Would you like to join us?”

“I would love to matron. That would be a very useful skill to have.”

“Why are the boys naked? Not that I mind of course as it speeds up the examination.”

“The playing field is out of action so Mr Dawson arranged for the old pool to be got ready for the boys to do swimming miss. Obviously, as they were not expecting this, they had no trunks. Mr Dawson just told them to swim naked, as schoolboys apparently used to do in his day miss.”

Matron chuckled and smiled at the girls.

“We always found swimming such fun. Our boys had no secrets from us girls. They soon got used to being naked, since any protest invited a bare bottom spanking right in front of us. Our teacher just upended them over her knee like naughty little boys, and quickly had them bawling as their bottoms turned red while we girls all giggled away. It served them right for arguing. Boys were always much better behaved towards us girls after we had seen them bare. They weren’t so big and tough once we reminded them they were still little boys with tiny winkles. You had to dominate boys right from year 7, as that ensured they wouldn’t dare act up as they got older. That was the way it was then. These days, little boys are all so modest.”

She gave out a sigh, then looked at the two boys in front of her and grinned.

“Well, perhaps not all of them. Right, can I have your names please boys?”

“I’m Bill Brown miss. Alice is my younger sister.”

“I’ve always called him Willy. Although it’ll be Little Willy from now on miss.”

Matron looked down at his tiny winkle, then grinned across at Alice. She knew all girls liked to have something over big brothers, and was sure ‘Little Willy’ was going to get a rough time from his sister.

“I’m Rory Johnson miss.”

“Thanks boys. Let’s have you in the examination area where I can get you sorted. You girls will be on my first aid course, so might as well come in and give me a hand. That way you will get a taste of what is involved in dealing with real patients.”

She never asked the boys’ opinions about the girls helping, and just bustled them into the curtained off area as the girls followed.

“Now girls, when dealing with a casualty, the first rule is always observation. Tell me what you see Miss Brown.”

“Johnson’s quite a small boy but his willy and balls are huge compared to my brother, and he’s got all that hair miss.”

Matron laughed as Alice’s observations exactly matched hers.

“Thank you Miss Brown. You are, of course, quite correct, but I actually meant the wounds.”

“Sorry miss. I’ll try again.”

Her brother went scarlet as Alice held up her Little Willy’s little willy.

“This looks quite nasty miss.”

She grinned at her big brother and chuckled.

“I meant the wound, of course, miss. That is a serious scrape across his hip and thigh too miss.”

“Quite right. Now Miss Stevens, what about Johnson?”

“I concur with all of Alice’s observations miss. Regarding Johnson’s wounds, they look deeper than Brown’s, especially on his penis and scrotum miss. He might have hurt his right testicle too miss, as that side is badly grazed. He has a nasty red welt on his bottom as well, and so does Brown. We met Miss Hazel on the stairs miss.”

Enough said thought matron. She disagreed with Miss Hazel’s invariable reaction when dealing with boys, but her being the deputy head meant there was little a matron could do, other than tend to all those sore bottoms.

“Very good Miss Stevens. I noticed their bottoms and thought perhaps they had just been naughty little boys, but Miss Hazel never needs a reason to wield her cane on boys. Right Brown, lets get you sorted first. Hop up on this examination table. Now Miss Stevens, whilst Miss Brown and I deal with her brother, perhaps you can get some of that yellow ointment over there and rub it on Johnson’s bottom. It will help soothe the pain from Miss Hazel’s handiwork.”

Matron was pleased to see Kate’s diligence as she picked up a jar of ointment and showed it to her first. After getting a nod, Kate began rubbing it in. Despite his pain, Johnson found her actions most pleasing. Alice and matron got on with Brown.

“As you can see, there is dirt in the wounds, so we have to clean it up first. I will start with the hip wound, Miss Brown. Please could you hold your brother’s penis and scrotum - that little bag below - out of the way for me.”

Alice was very happy doing as she had been told, her brother much less so to have his little sister handling his immature junk.

“What are these things I can feel in his little bag miss?”

“Those are your brother’s two testicles. He has not gone through puberty so they are still quite small. Whilst I have got him here, I might as well take all his measurements and put them on his medical records. We do this at least once a year with boys to check their development. Could you pass me the calipers and tape measure please Miss Brown.”

Brown wasn’t happy as his little sister held his scrotum for matron to measure a testicle, then his penis as matron measured that too.

“0.7 inch testicle, 1.5 inch long penis and 1.6 inches around, with no pubic hair. I will just put this in his records. Your brother is at Tanner stage 1. That is a 1 to 5 scale used to record a boy’s development, with 1 being still a little boy and 5 an adult.”

Alice smirked at her ‘little boy’ big brother. He was even less happy now that his little sister knew the precise details of his immaturity, and she had never been one to keep things secret.

“I’ll clean his thigh wound next. Will you move his penis and scrotum over please Miss Brown.”

He was worried as his little sister’s warm hands were unconsciously squeezing his willy and balls. Matron smiled at her innocent actions and saw they were having the expected effect.

“His willy has grown and gone all hard miss. Is something wrong with it?”

“A boy’s penis will often do that. It’s nothing to worry about and soon goes floppy again. I’ll just record this too. Hold it out for me please Miss Brown. There... 2.4 inches long and 2.1 inches around. That’s got all your brother’s development on his records. I’ve cleaned the hip and thigh wounds, and as his penis is all stiff it will be easier to clean. Now, just hold this loose skin right back for me, and with your other hand use two fingers to grip the end of his penis and hold it up so I can clean along it. That is perfect Miss Brown.”

Brown was just staring at the ceiling and hoping all this indignity would soon be at an end.

“There Miss Brown, all clean. I will put on some ointment and apply a dressing. As you have already noticed, a penis keeps going up and down, so if I put a dressing on whilst it is hard, it will fall off when it gets soft. When dealing with that bit of his wound, it is best to put some ointment on each day and leave it open to the air as much as possible for the next two weeks to heal up.”

“I’ll let mum know your advice about treating Little Willy’s wound. Mum always has such a lot to do, and as I’ve seen how you put the ointment on, I can do that to help her out. Do you think it better to keep him naked like this when he is at home miss?”

“Keeping your brother naked at home would speed recovery Miss Brown. Take this tube for applying to his penis and scrotum. Your mum is so lucky to have such a helpful daughter.”

Brown was horrified as he knew his mum would agree to whatever his little sister said. Alice looked at him and gave a big smirk.

“I have made so many new friends today, and will ask mum if I can have a sleepover at the weekend.”

It was just getting worse for the poor boy as he thought about this weekend’s prospects. He knew mum would have him naked, and Alice was sure to blab to her year 7 friends those exact details of his immaturity. He was certain she would be putting the ointment on while they all watched and would likely get his mini-boner as Alice rubbed it in. Matron looked across to Kate.

“How are you doing Miss Stevens?”

Alice turned round and could not miss the full effect of Kate’s rubbing of the ointment on Johnson’s bottom.

“WOW! That is huge miss.”

“It certainly is Miss Brown. Could you hold it out for me please while I measure Johnson’s genitals.”

Kate grinned at Alice’s excitement holding such a monster. She knew she would be holding it soon.

“2.3 inch testicle, 7.8 inch erect penis length and 4.8 inch girth, with full pubic hair. I will just write that down on your medical records Johnson. I can get your flaccid measurement another time. You may be on the short side Johnson, but your genitals are at the final Tanner stage 5 and most definitely adult. Hop up on the table and I can sort you out. Miss Brown, please could you apply that ointment to soothe your brother’s bottom now.”

As Alice got on with her big brother’s bottom, Johnson lay on the table with his boner sticking up. Kate held it out of matron’s way as she cleaned up his hip and thigh. She could not resist gently squeezing it, and was surprised to feel it pulse back in response. She noticed that clear stuff leaking out of his slit in the end, just like Green and Powell. He was getting excited.

“Right, that’s his hip and thigh clean Miss Stevens. We need to check his right testicle before cleaning up his penis. Tell me if this hurts Johnson.”

She gently pressed on his right testicle and saw him wince.

“That hurt quite a bit miss.”

She felt it all over then lightly pressed the left one.

“How about the other one?”

“That is fine miss.”

“Pass me the caliper please Miss Stevens. Hmmm... 2.8 inches. The right testicle is a just bit swollen Johnson. Nothing serious.”

Matron had seen Kate squeezing his penis earlier, and saw the leaking pre-cum. Handling it further would move things to a climax.

“Would you like to check it out too Miss Stevens? Be gentle, but feel both testicles. The right is swollen and larger than the left.”

Kate tenderly handled both testicles quite a bit. She finally let go and agreed with matron. They both saw his stiff penis bobbing about rapidly. It was now leaking copiously too. Matron knew he was right on the edge, so just a bit more should do it.

“The graze is right along his penis Miss Stevens. Please can you pull Johnson’s foreskin right back very tight so I can get at it all.”

Johnson groaned as she yanked it back. Kate grinned as she saw she had got him very excited. For the second time today, the penis in her hand went rock hard and pulsed with massive squirts of semen going all up his chest. Alice looked over in awe.

“Wow! What on earth just happened miss?”

“Oh, that is quite normal Miss Brown, and happens to a big boy when they become very excited as their penis is handled. This sticky white liquid Johnson is squirting out is called semen, which is produced in a boy’s testicles. That is what goes to create a baby when mummies and daddies make love. You will learn more about it in sex education later this year. Can you get a wet cloth and clean it up please Miss Brown, while Miss Stevens and I finish up with his wounds.”

“Will Little Willy squirt like that miss?”

“Your brother is still a little boy, and a little boy’s penis can’t do that. When it gets bigger it will.”

Brown hung his head as matron reminded his younger sister he was still a little boy. He got another smirk as Alice thought about the fun of regularly checking him out to see if it had grown. If she came up with some excuse, she knew mum would let her.

Matron and Kate soon finished off Johnson. Having gone down, it got measured again – 5.6 inches long and 3.4 inches girth.

“There, you’re all done now Johnson. As with Brown, daily with the ointment, and keep the wounds on your penis exposed to the air as much as possible over the next two weeks. You won’t forget to tell your mother, will you Johnson?”

“Of course not miss.”

No way am I going to say that to mum thought Rory.

“You have pockets Miss Stevens, so take this tube of ointment and give it to Brown at the end of the day. I need to write a note for Mr Dawson to tell him not to allow these dressings to get wet today.”

She scribbled a few notes on her pad and passed it over to Kate.

“Here you are Miss Stevens. Now boys, it is five minutes to the bell, so if you hurry along no one will see you in the corridors. You might as well go straight off to your next lesson Miss Brown. What have you got?”

“It’s something called Home Economics miss. I have never had that before so don’t know what it is.”

“Home Economics is a lesson for girls only, whilst the boys typically do woodwork or metalwork. It teaches about cooking and managing a home for when you get married. Over the summer we’ve had a new block built specially for Home Economics, so you will be one of the first to be taught in that nice modern classroom. It is down by the gym, so if you go with Miss Stevens and the boys she will show you where it is. Hurry along you modest little boys as you don’t want the whole school to see you naked.”

Just as they closed her door, the bell rang and the corridor soon teemed with pupils moving class. Matron looked at her watch.

“Oh dear. I really must remember to get a new watch. I keep forgetting this one goes slow.”

**********

The two naked boys were in shock being surrounded by girls of all ages as they had to get through the main school building. Finally, they were outside going off towards the gym. The boys began to calm down as numbers thinned right out.

“The entrance to the Home Economics block is at the back. I’ll take you there Alice.”

Alice looked at Rory and her big brother, the first naked boys she had ever seen, and grinned as she recalled holding their boy bits.

“Thanks Kate. This new school is a bit overwhelming, but it has been a really fun first day so far.”

Kate knew from her earlier visit to the old pool that the front of the new block overlooked it, and realised Alice was shortly going to get even more fun. As they turned the corner, the boys were horrified to see the rest of the year 7 girls waiting outside for their teacher. Those girls all giggled as they saw the naked boys. It was Alice’s new friend Heather who spoke first.

“Hello Alice. Are you better now? Who are your friends? I do like what the boys are wearing!”

“Matron was really good so I’m fine now. These three are from year 9. This is Kate Stevens, and the little squirt is Rory Johnson. This boy is my big brother Willy...”

Her brother knew what was coming and cringed as she chuckled.

“...or Little Willy, as I shall be calling him now. You can all see why.”

The year 7 girls all laughed. Kate started to giggle.

“You called Rory little squirt. After what he did in matron’s examination room, don’t you think Big Squirt would be more appropriate. Big Squirt and Little Willy, the dynamic duo of year 9!”

Alice laughed, but before they could say any more the teacher arrived. Rory went red.

“Hello girls. I’m Mrs Johnson and will be taking you for Home Economics. What are you doing here Rory, and what have you done to yourself? Why on earth are you naked?”

For the last four years her son had become so very modest, taking baths by himself with the door locked and always changing his clothes in his room. Rory’s mother knew he had a good sized willy from when she last saw it, so he had nothing at all to be modest about. He had clearly gone through puberty now and she was very impressed by what was in front of her. Kate replied.

“I just brought these two back from matron Mrs Johnson. Rory and little Willy had an accident in the old pool, catching themselves on the concrete edge as they slipped in. Mr Dawson asked me to take them to matron. She put ointment and dressings on the thigh and hip wounds but said the ones on his penis and scrotum should just have ointment applied daily and be kept open to the air as much as possible over the next two weeks. Matron gave me this tube of ointment to use, so you might as well have it now.”

He saw his mother give Kate a puzzled look.

“I didn’t think the school were using the old open air pool any more.”

“They don’t normally Mrs Johnson, but as the playing field is flooded Mr Dawson had the pool got ready for the year 9 boys as an alternative. Obviously the boys were not expecting to swim, so hadn’t brought any trunks. Mr Dawson told them they could swim naked like boys did in his day miss.”

She chuckled and recounted a memory from her youth.

“The boys behaved so much better then. I remember a new boy arrived in year 10 from one of the rare ‘progressive’ schools that let boys wear trunks. On his first day he was rude to several girls, and was not nice. He got his comeuppance at swimming next day. Our boys told him about the rules as he put on his trunks. He refused to come out and it was so funny to see Miss Tyler haul him out by his ear. She just dumped him over her knee then got some scissors and shredded his trunks. Miss Tyler had heard about his rudeness, so she slippered his rear even more than usual until he was reduced to a blubbering cry baby. She got him up and put his hands on his head then pointed out he was nearly 16 but was still a little boy with a tiny bald winkle. He went scarlet as us girls all made fun of both his immaturity and that red bottom of a very naughty little boy. He gave us no more bother. Good times.”

She turned to her son.

“Girls, this little boy is my son Rory, although we can see that some of his bits are not at all little.”

He went scarlet as every year 7 girl looked straight at his huge willy and giggled.

“Thank you for taking care of the boys Miss Stevens. I will see that Rory’s genitals have their daily application of ointment and are kept open to the air as much as possible over the next fortnight. I will certainly keep him naked all the time he is at home.”

Rory was mortified Kate had told his mum what matron said. Both his two little sisters, 10 year old Beth and 12 year old Joan, were taller than him and were sure to get up to all sorts of tricks involving him being home naked. Then he remembered Beth was having her friends over for a sleepover at the weekend. He was going to die of embarrassment for sure, but what could he do?

“Are the year 9 boys still in the pool now Miss Stevens?”

Kate grinned as she knew what the teacher was getting at.

“Yes Mrs Johnson, they will be there right until the end of the afternoon.”

“Well girls, lets get inside and check out the nice new facilities. It has an excellent view through the sunny south facing windows too. I’m sure we’re going to have a really fun first lesson this afternoon.”

She turned to the boys.

“Better get back to your swimming lesson you two. See you later.”

**********

Kate gave Rory the note from matron, leaving the boys to find their own way back to Mr Dawson while she went into the gym to check out Mick Powell some more. The boys reported back and handed matron’s note to Mr Dawson. They saw the year 7 girls watching them out of those floor to ceiling windows of the new Home Economics block, and there was Rory’s mother smiling too. Mr Dawson had also noticed this audience and thought it would be an excellent opportunity to rid his class of all this ridiculous modesty and make men of them.

“Right boys, all out of the pool and line up over there in height order as before, but space yourselves so you can have both your arms stretched out and not touch the person next to you. JUMP TO IT! Johnson and Brown, you can join in too as you will not be getting wet.”

As the boys got out to line up, they saw the Home Economics block was no longer empty and realised they would now be facing all these younger girls. They knew Mr Dawson was someone who had to be obeyed and could only line up as ordered. Whilst they shuffled about, Mr Dawson stood to the side so the girls’ view wasn’t obscured. He was finally satisfied with their arrangement.

“ATTEN...SHUN!”

The boys felt so uncomfortable as they stood rigidly to attention. With eyes front, those naked year 9 boys were now looking directly at the grinning younger girls and their teacher, but they did not dare disobey Mr Dawson.

“Some exercises to warm you up after the cold water I think. Three minutes of star jumps first. BEGIN! UP... DOWN...”

**********

The year 7 girls were so excited to see 31 varied willys bouncing up and down. Unfortunately for the boys, all this movement was getting their willys excited too. It was Heather who noticed first.

“Mrs Johnson, your son’s willy has got huge and is sticking right up.”

She was impressed as she watched her small son’s large package sticking out as it bounced about.

“It is properly called a penis, and that can often happen to naked boys if they do such rigorous exercise Heather. When their penis goes like that, a boy is said to have an erection.”

Alice chipped in.

“It went like that when we were with matron Mrs Johnson. It did something else too. As the wounds on his stiff penis were being cleaned up, it squirted out huge amounts of white sticky stuff, which matron said was semen. Boys make that in the testicles inside their scrotum, which is that bag you can see dangling below.”

Mrs Johnson stored this evidence of her son’s progress. She recalled Beth would be having a sleepover at the weekend, and this would be a superb opportunity to give all the girls ‘The Talk’ about boys, with a naked Rory on hand for the practical. She was going to enjoy getting his imposing penis all stiff and squirting for his two younger sisters and Beth’s friends.

“Look miss, every boy has an erection now! Your brother’s is still tiny though Alice.”

**********

Mr Dawson had raised the embarrassment factor by getting them all erect in front of those younger girls. A bit more should remove their modesty.

“I want you to jog round the pool ten times. No running mind, as you are poolside, just a jog. Ready... Steady... GO!”

The girls were treated to quite a spectacle since part of the boys’ jog went just a few feet in front of their window, so they could see their boners close up and all aquiver. Mr Dawson saw his plan was working, as by the fifth time round the pool almost all the boys were ignoring the girls. He got ‘Old Faithful’ out to encourage those still trying to hide. The girls giggled to see all those naughty little boy red bottoms on the shyer lads.

When they had completed their jog it looked like all had relaxed and were ignoring their audience. Some more exposure should settle it thought Mr Dawson.

“Diving practice now. Line up here, then I want you to dive off the springboards. It is your choice whether to use the high board or the two low ones. Johnson, Brown, you can dip out on this one, so stand over there.”

The braver boys took the high board, but the display from the Home Economics window was equally as good whichever was chosen. The girls watched willy after willy bounce up and down as they practised on the springboards. Mr Dawson finished off the lesson by lining them all up, as before, neatly in height order.

“Young men of year 9 you will march back into the gym, following my orders. Ready. LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT...”

**********

Miss Jones heard the boys coming back and asked Jemma and Kate to open the double doors for them. The two girls saw a marching column of naked classmates approaching with willys swinging about. When they were all in, Mr Dawson issued his orders.

“YOUNG MEN OF YEAR 9 – HALT! LEFT...TURN! ATTEN...SHUN!”

The girls all marvelled at the display presented before them, as they viewed the 31 willys and balls of their neatly lined up classmates. Jemma noticed the boys were no longer looking like the startled rabbits she had seen earlier, but were all quite relaxed. Mr Dawson kept them at attention and no one moved a muscle. He was pleased to see not a single red face. Mr Dawson knew these were now men. He acknowledged Powell, who he saw was calmly sitting on a stool in front of the girls.

“I hope Powell has been behaving himself Miss Jones and been a good model for your girls.”

“Powell has been modelling hard this afternoon Mr Dawson. My girls were so pleased with his first class attributes.”

Powell grinned at Miss Jones’ double meaning, as she had asked him to get hard so they could draw his erection. He had just smiled and wanked away, to quickly sport a full on boner. He looked over to the girls and saw they were putting away their drawings, especially the close ups. They had a use for them later when they were in bed reliving this afternoon and relieving their stress.

Mr Dawson smiled at Miss Jones.

“It looks like the playing field will be out of action for quite a while Miss Jones. Your girls would no doubt prefer to be outdoors rather than stuck here in the gym. Perhaps they would like to bring their costumes next week and join my boys in the old pool.”

He addressed his class.

“You young men will not be needing your trunks next week. Agreed?”

Since their classmates and those year 7 girls had already seen everything, the boys thought trunks would serve no purpose. Quite a few had actually found swimming ‘au naturel’ to be rather liberating. As one voice, they confidently replied.

“Yes sir.”

Miss Jones tried hard to keep a straight face as she laid out the choices for next week to her grinning girls.

“This has to be such a difficult choice between art and swimming for you girls. Hands up who would like swimming next week?”

29 hands instantly shot up.

“I think that clinches it Mr Dawson. Swimming it is. Now girls, show your appreciation to the boys in the usual manner.”

They gave their classmates a huge round of applause. There were even quite a few wolf whistles too, but Miss Jones and Mr Dawson just smiled at the girls’ youthful high spirits.

“OK young men of year 9, you’re dismissed. You can get changed now.”

He noted it was not the mad rush seen earlier, when they all tried to hide their genitals. Mr Dawson was satisfied he had ensured these were no longer modest little boys and was pleased to see quite a number of them had actually gone over to talk with the girls before getting changed. He knew it was obviously going to be the better endowed doing this, so was surprised to see Brown, who had very little to display, chatting away with young Miss Stevens.

After class, Mr Dawson and Miss Jones spoke with the headmaster about school swimming. They proposed an experiment whilst the playing field was unusable to have all the boys swimming exactly as it was in their day. Miss Jones said that she recalled the boys were much better behaved towards her and her fellow girl pupils then. Mr Dawson said he found it built character and increased a boy’s confidence in front of girls. Miss Jones confirmed that just this afternoon her girls could see how much more confident the year 9 boys were since their swimming lesson. The headmaster had never had any problem being naked alongside swim-suited girls and always enjoyed his swimming. He was happy to give full support to the proposal, leaving the detail in their capable hands.

So it was that the following day when the year 8 boys turned up with their trunks, Mr Dawson told them of the new rules. With the assistance of ‘Old Faithful’, he soon had the boys running through the gym and out into the pool, much to their classmates amusement. By the end of the lesson those boys all returned as young men. The rest of the week saw that renowned slipper kept very busy, to the delight of each year’s girls. Like their headmaster, many of the boys actually found swimming naked quite enjoyable, with no tight trunks to restrict their boy parts. By Friday Mr Dawson had made men of all the boys.

At the end of the second week, after each year’s boys and girls had been in the pool together, Mr Dawson and Miss Jones were able to report there had been no problems at all. The boys had quickly got used to being naked in the pool with their swim-suited classmates, and all the girls and their teachers had been very pleased with the better behaviour exhibited by the boys, both in class and around the school. A noticeable improvement in the boys’ confidence was also reported.

By the middle of October the playing field had dried out, so the old pool was finally decommissioned. Future swimming was done at the newly opened leisure centre, just down the road from the school. With those excellent results, it had been hoped to continue the experiment. However, the leisure centre pool was a public facility so trunks were obligatory for boys and it had to end. Thus, it was not for another five years, once they began going out, that Kate Stevens found the nickname Brown got from his little sister had become quite a misnomer, as puberty actually dealt him a very good hand. Two years later they were married and went on to have three fine boys. He was happy for her to name them absolutely anything she wished – anything, that is, except William!

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