Summer Camp Blues

Summer Camp Blues - Part 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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Zack and Gareth had put those embarrassing physicals right to the very back of their minds as the day finally arrived and they were being driven to Crystal Lake Camp by Zack’s mum. Ellie and Lily were in the back of the car chatting away about girl things, more than happy to be ignored by the boys. They’d been driving for over three hours when they saw the sign off the main road directing them along the track to Crystal Lake. It took them another 20 minutes to get to the camp deep in the forest. As they drove up, Ellie saw all those banners declaring ‘Diamond Jubilee Anniversary Camp - 60 Glorious Years of Fun at Crystal Lake’.

“Hey mum, it looks like we’ve arrived at some special anniversary camp.”

“Oh yes Ellie, we forgot to mention it. 60 years ago this week, Crystal Lake opened its gates to boys and girls who wanted a fun summer camp. In the words of the brochure ‘This anniversary camp will be themed around that very first camp to give a unique and unforgettable historical experience to the young children of today’. Your gran was a junior counsellor at that first camp and met grandad here all those years ago. They’re even providing replicas of the 1950s camp uniforms that boys and girls wore then.”

“That’s so cool mum. It’s going to be a two week historical re-enactment, so we can feel what it was actually like to be there.”

They drove through the gates to park up, then went to the camp reception where a cheerful man greeted them.

“Welcome to this very special anniversary camp here at Crystal Lake. My name is John Haynes the owner. It was my grandfather who created this paradise for adventurous young children in such an idyllic remote setting of lakes, forest and mountains. This is my wife Josephine and my two girls; Florence who is 12, and Winifred who is 10. The camp will operate under 1950s rules, and I need your signature on this consent form agreeing to your children being subject to those rules. It’s mainly boilerplate stuff.”

Mrs Hawkins ran down the consent form, smiling when she saw those specific paragraphs for boys that related to discipline, uniform, and swimming attire. She grinned at Mr Haynes as she signed the form.

“That all seems perfectly reasonable Mr Haynes. As you say, mainly boilerplate stuff. Here are the certificates you required for the children’s physicals.”

“Thank you very much Mrs Hawkins. My wife deals with those.”

He passed the certificates over to Mrs Haynes who skimmed through them. The boys saw her daughters pick up the blue forms and point at something on the penultimate pages. Those girls looked straight at them with a grin. Zack and Gareth went red.

“Time to say goodbye to the kids Mrs Hawkins so their fun can begin. See you in two weeks for our final celebration day. The children’s grandparents, having actually been at our very first camp, will be our guests of honour of course.”

She gave Ellie and Lily a kiss and a warning to the boys to behave themselves.

“Zack and Gareth, you do as you’re told during your time here and don’t give Mr & Mrs Haynes any trouble.”

The boys gave a half-hearted nod. As Mrs Hawkins walked out the door, Mr Haynes turned and smiled.

“Right girls, if you go off with my daughters they will show you your camp hut on the western side of the main buildings so you can put on your 1950s uniforms. My wife will take you boys to your camp hut on the other side and see you get into your uniforms. I’m sure you’ll all have a most unforgettable experience as we recreate an authentic 1950s summer camp.”

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Florence smiled at Ellie and Lily as they arrived at a bright and freshly painted hut.

“You can call us Flo and Winnie. No need for us girls to be so formal.”

Flo giggled.

“We saw from the forms that your brother is still a little boy Ellie, but Gareth is something else Lily. He really is well hung.”

Lily giggled too.

“Our doctor had us all in the same examination room for the physicals. The boys went first, and she had them naked throughout. She let us help measure the boys, which was such fun. My brother is 8.5 inches when stiff with 2.1 inch balls. Zack’s little boner is only 2.6 inches with tiny 0.7 inch balls. They had no idea we girls don’t get undressed for physicals, and as we were called over their willys went stiff again in anticipation. They were so very disappointed not to see a square inch of extra flesh.”

The girls entered the hut and saw two rows of neatly made beds with chintz bed covers, each one having a locker alongside for a girl’s private things. Flo introduced a smiling 16-year-old girl.

“Ellie and Lily, please meet Josie, she will be the counsellor for your hut.”

Josie smiled at the girls and gave her usual introductory patter.

“You girls can call me Jo. This is Apple hut, and the older girls will be in Cherry hut with my friend Julie, their counsellor. If you have any questions at all, however trivial they seem, I am here to answer them. On the bed are your 1950s uniforms to wear. They are none too cool I’m afraid, but Mrs Haynes said it will help create the ambience of that period.”

Ellie held up the uniform. It comprised a pink t-shirt with a Crystal Lake logo above their embroidered name, white shorts with white panties, and a pair of white socks with plain sandals. There was also a one-piece swim suit sporting a Crystal Lake logo.

“They’re OK I suppose, but the one-piece swim suit is pretty dreadful.”

Jo pointed to a door at the end of the room.

“You can change into your uniforms in one of the cubicles of the hut toilets over there. The shower facilities for girls are in the main block next to the boys’ facilities. It’s a bit of a trek in the morning...”

She grinned at Ellie and Lily.

“...but you will get a lovely view from there.”

The girls smiled at Jo, not quite sure why she was grinning. Lily noticed some old photos had been hung all round the walls.

“What are all these black and white photos Winnie.”

“Mum dug out all 12 albums of the photos grandma took from that first camp, and had a whole batch enlarged for display. She wants all the girls on this special camp to get a clear view of what a 1950s camp was like. There are more to see in Cherry hut.”

Lily went to study the pictures. She began to giggle.

“You must have a look at these pictures Ellie, those 1950s boys all swam naked!”

Ellie rushed to confirm what her friend said and had a huge grin as she walked around the room checking out the photos.

“Look at the different willys and balls, and so many have boners. There are girls swimming with them wearing those one-piece suits. Your gran took some fabulous photos. She seems to have taken a liking to this boy with the enormous willy, as he is in so many pictures. Lily, you must see this series of him. A girl our age has hold of his willy and is playing with it. You can see he’s loving what she’s doing, especially in this last shot as he squirts like Gareth did.”

“He’s not as big as my brother, but is impressive nonetheless.”

Ellie stopped by a picture of a couple of young girls in bathing suits with some young boys, all looking up at a naked man.

“Is this your granddad Winnie?”

“No, that’s my great uncle James who was the swimming instructor here then. This one is granddad.”

She pointed at a picture of another naked man with a mix of older boys and girls practising diving. Lily giggled again.

“Your great uncle and granddad both have big willys and balls. They don’t seem to mind being naked, even in front of the girls.”

“In the 1950s it was normal for all boys and men to swim naked. Girls invariably wore suits, but a few of the younger girls your age had been brought up to swim like the boys and it was fine if that was what they wanted to do.”

Ellie looked shocked.

“I couldn’t possibly do that. It would be just so embarrassing to have all your most private parts on display for boys to see.”

“It wasn’t common, but it happened in the 1950s. In Cherry hut there’s a picture of great uncle James with a boner as two naked young girls and two boys have a limb each and are throwing him in. A willy often goes stiff and we girls seem to have more control over it than boys. Everyone is laughing, including my great uncle, and the cold water would soon have calmed it down.”

Ellie stopped at one picture showing a full length portrait shot of a happy smiling boy about twelve standing naked alongside a well developed slightly older girl in a one piece bathing suit. She read out the label.

“It says ‘Junior counsellor Kathryn Getson (13) with Robert Hawkins (12) at the first Crystal Lake swim meet’. Oh my God! It’s gran and granddad, and he has a bald little winkle just like Zack. Our doctor said late development for boys can be a family trait.”

She turned to Jo and asked the first question of her counsellor.

“Is it OK to use our phones to take pictures while at camp?”

“We do extend that privilege to girls, who are much more responsible than boys. If you check your uniform shorts, Mrs Haynes had a back pocket specially added, which is just the size for a modern girl to slip in their iPhone. This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and we want you girls to record as many memories as you can. Although we do not allow boys to use their phones, they will no doubt want to share your memories too, so don’t forget to include pictures of the boys as often as you can.”

“Is there Wi-Fi here Jo? I want to use my phone to snap that picture of gran and granddad and send it to mum.”

“Of course Ellie. To get on to the Wi-Fi, just enter the password phrase ‘LittleBoysShouldNotBeSoModest’. Every word is capitalized and there are no spaces.”

Ellie had a sudden thought. She looked at Winnie and giggled.

“How far are your folks going to go to recreate that first camp.”

Winnie grinned.

“All the way. After dad gives the boys their first day briefing at 3pm, mum has scheduled them to have a swim in the lake. The girls’ schedule is to join their swim at 3.45. There will be 50 boys between 10 and 14 and mum wants the girls to meet all the boys and get to know everything about them. You may not like your swim suits, but you’re going to love theirs!”

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Mrs Haynes hurried Zack and Gareth along towards the boys’ camp.

“This is Banana hut, and the younger boys will be staying in Peach hut.”

They went in their hut to find two spartan rows of metal beds each with straw mattresses. She gave them their orders.

“OK boys, get all your clothes off and change into your 1950s camp uniform.”

Zack looked round but could only see a pair of baggy white shorts on each bed with a pair of open sandals underneath.

“Err... Where are the uniforms miss.”

“Are you blind! They’re on the bed boy. Now do as you’re told, and hurry up.”

“Err... Where do we change miss.”

“None of your modesty boy. You’ll change in here. You little boys have got nothing I haven’t seen many times before.”

“Err... Where is the top and our underwear miss? There are no socks either miss.”

She was beginning to get cross and tutted at all these questions.

“In the 1950s boys wanted to show they were tough outdoor types. None of them wore a top, and underwear was unnecessary. They never wore socks at camp. Now hurry up and get changed or perhaps a spanking might encourage you!”

Zack and Gareth immediately slipped off their Nike sneakers and began to strip off. Gareth had seen the shorts, which might be alright for Zack’s winkle, but he was very worried they would barely cover his junk. He had a plan, and turned his back on Mrs Haynes as he dropped his Calvin Klein boxers. He was going to slide them under the bed and put them back on after she had left. She’d met boys like him before, and as he surreptitiously kicked them under the bed, the short cane she kept up her sleeve was landed right across his bare bottom.

“Ooooooooooooooowwwwwww”

She reached down and picked up his underpants, then collected all the rest of their clothes and sneakers.

“I’ll take these.”

Zack was very polite as he nervously asked her a very important question for a modern boy.

“Err... May we have our phones please Miss? They’re in the back pocket of our jeans Miss.”

She checked the back pockets.

“Boys are not allowed to have phones here. You’ll get everything back when you leave.”

She turned to Gareth.

“You try something like that again boy and it will be very much the worse for you.”

“Err... I’m very sorry Miss. It won’t happen again Miss.”

She glared silently at him for a whole minute in her successful attempt to make him very uncomfortable.

“You had better not boy. Now, all boys assemble in the canteen at 3pm for your first day briefing of the 1950s rules here. We’ve arranged a swim in the lake after that. The girls have been invited to join your swim, so they can get to know all about you boys.”

After being un-nerved by her piercing glare, Gareth now had an urgent need for the bathroom.

“Err... Where is the bathroom Miss, I need to go.”

“There is a urinal just outside, and a cubicle alongside.”

He stepped out of the hut, and at the end was a completely open urinal. He decided to use the cubicle, but was astonished to find there was no door. Just then Mrs Haynes walked up to check on him.

“Err... Miss, there’s no door on the cubicle.”

“We know what boys are like, and don’t want you sneaking off to masturbate. No doors means you naughty boys can’t hide away and do it. I thought you wanted to go boy, or were you thinking of masturbating?”

Actually, Gareth had been going to do just that after he’d had a pee, but, wisely, he decided not to tell her.

“Err... No miss, I just wanted to urinate.”

She leant against the corner of the wall, having a clear view all along the urinal.

“Well boy, what’s keeping you?”

It was now very urgent and, with no option, he had to do it in front of her. At least going commando meant he was able to get it out of the leg of those shorts quickly. He was not happy to be watched, but soon finished, gave it a quick shake, then put it away. Mrs Haynes saw those photos when skimming through his form, and decided she wanted to handle as well as see his large penis.

“Little boys wash both hands and penis after urinating. Come over to this sink so I can show you how we do it properly here.”

He neared the open air sink and went red as she yanked his shorts down and off. She pulled back his foreskin and proceeded to wash then rinse it, all the time pointing out to Gareth how thoroughly it must be done. By the time she finished drying him, it was already parallel to the ground and still rising. He went to pick up his shorts to put them back on, but she smacked his bare bottom.

“Wash those hands first you disgusting little boy!”

Washing his hands, he was so embarrassed to feel that unstoppable rise. By the time he was done it was his full-on 8.5 inch boner. Mrs Haynes was suitably impressed. As he pulled his shorts back on, they visibly tented out and the tip was pushing the waistband so far forward you could see all the way down inside the front. She saw his whole top half go red as she went to walk off.

“You naughty little boys just have no control do you? Canteen... 3pm... Don’t be late!”

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The hut began to fill up with more arriving boys as Mrs Haynes brought them across. Gareth and Zack saw they were equally unhappy to get naked in front of her when putting on those baggy white shorts. Quite a few ended up with a red stripe across their bare bottom as they tried the same dodge that Gareth had. After she left, the boys introduced themselves and began to chat. It was almost 2.55 so they went over to the canteen for their briefing. As Banana hut trooped in, the younger 10 and 11-year-old Peach hut boys were already seated. Mr Haynes walked straight onto the canteen stage via the rear door, with his daughters behind him. He stood there watching the boys but they carried on chatting. He gave a loud cough.

The volume level lowered but still no silence, so he bellowed out his orders.

“SILENCE! STAND UP!”

Fifty chairs instantly squeaked as the boys jumped to it. A hush descended on the room, and you could have heard a pin drop.

“That’s better. You boys must stand up and be silent when an adult enters the room. Welcome to Crystal Lake. You’ll already have seen your accommodation. It is a bit spartan but that was how it was for boys in the 1950s. It built character and independence, which is what we will be trying to instil in you over the next two weeks. Regarding the rules, there really is only one to remember here. BOYS DO AS THEY ARE TOLD. If you do not respond at once, you will be punished. It is that simple, so don’t forget it. Each hut will have a camp counsellor, so let me introduce them.”

Florence and Winifred were in the same uniform the girls had been given, but with a red top. Their hands were behind their backs.

“These are my daughters. Florence will be the counsellor for Peach hut, and Winifred for Banana hut. Girl counsellors wear a red top to distinguish them from the other girls. You boys will call them Miss Florence and Miss Winifred. Do you understand?”

There was a general murmur from the boys, which could have been agreement.

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

That got the required chorus in response.

“YES SIR.”

“That’s better. Now you boys will obey your counsellor instantly, or she will punish you.”

The two girls brought their hands forward. The boys saw a slipper in their right hands, which they began to tap on their left palms.

“Right boys, that is all for your briefing. We have now arranged a swim in Crystal Lake. That’ll be fun for you.”

He turned to his daughters.

“Florence and Winifred, will you each take charge of your boys and get them ready for their swim in the lake.”

They were very happy to begin exercising authority over the boys. Winifred was first, tapping the slipper as she roared her orders.

“BANANA HUT LINE UP ON THE RIGHT.”

28 older boys quickly lined up.

Florence took charge of her boys.

“PEACH HUT LINE UP ON THE LEFT.”

There were 22 younger boys who snapped to it.

Winifred smiled inwardly as she gave out her next order.

“Right Banana hut, I need you to get ready for your swim, so take those shorts off.”

The boys looked at each other. It was Zack who spoke first, remembering what the boys had been told to call her.

“Err... What are we to wear... err... Miss Winifred?”

“Boys in the 1950s never wore anything for swimming, so get those shorts off and put your hands behind your backs.”

The boys still didn’t move, and Winifred knew she needed to set an example to show who was boss. She grabbed Zack’s ear and yanked the squealing boy over to a chair and across her lap. Tugging his shorts down and off she laid into him with that slipper.

“What – whop – did – whop – my – whop – father – whop – just – whop – say – whop – the – whop – one – whop – rule – whop –for – whop – boys – whop – was? – whop... BOYS... – WHOP – DO... – WHOP – AS... – WHOP... – THEY... – WHOP – ARE... – WHOP – TOLD... – WHOP... AT – WHOP – ONCE! – WHOP... WHOP WHOP WHOP WHOP WHOP WHOP”

As she pulled a naked and bawling Zack back up, Winifred knew there was no example better than making an older boy cry to humiliate him, especially in front of younger boys. She glared at the rest of her hut.

“Well, what are you waiting for!”

There was a mad scramble as the other 27 boys quickly got naked with hands behind their backs. Winifred and Florence slowly looked up and down the line as they studied the variety of male genitalia on display before them. Florence spoke to her boys.

“Right Peach hut, get ready too, unless you want me to give you a sore red bottom and make you cry like that naughty little boy.”

A line-up of 21 bald little winkles and a single post-pubertal boy was on display in seconds.

Winifred looked across to the naked boys of Peach hut, then down between Zack’s legs.

“Are you sure you’re in the right hut?”

The whole room saw a still snivelling and humiliated Zack go scarlet. Winifred held out a sack and gave an order to Gareth.

“You boy. Pick up these Banana hut shorts, put them in this sack and run them over to our hut. You have 60 seconds to get back.”

He did as he was told, his big willy swinging from side to side as he ran out. He was out of breath as he rushed back in.

“59 seconds boy. You just made it. Right you lot, follow me, and you will march down to the lake.”

28 older boys, their differing stages of puberty swinging about, marched off.

Florence glared at the single 11-year-old boy with those mature genitals and passed over a sack.

“Right boy. Do the same with our shorts. You have 60 seconds to get back.”

He did the same, but in his haste he tripped over as he went to come back in.

“65 seconds. That’s five whacks. Bend over boy.”

She was pleased to have this big boy to set the same example Winifred had. He was soon in tears as he received his punishment.

“Right boy, get back in line. You boys will all march down to the lake.”

21 boys displaying their bald little winkles and that single post-pubertal boy with his red bottom all marched off to the lake.

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The boys were happy to be in the water, which covered up their boy parts. They were starting to relax when two loudly chattering lines approached, each led by a red-topped older girl. Zack suddenly remembered what Mrs Haynes had told them.

“Oh hell Gareth, it’s all the girls. Stay in the water.”

Jo and Julie led their two lines of girls up to Flo and Winnie, who were sitting on a bench beside the lake watching their boys. Mrs Haynes approached from the main buildings and smiled as she saw the impeccably uniformed girls.

“My, you do look so smart in those uniforms. Have you all got your swim suits with you?”

There was a general murmur from the girls, which could have been agreement. Mrs Haynes smiled and carried on.

“Jo and Julie will take you over to the shower cubicles shortly to get changed, but I’m sure you want to meet the boys first.”

The girls looked over at the lake to see 50 boys’ heads bobbing on the water, as they had all ducked right down.

“Florence and Winifred, would you please get your boys out and have them in two lines, hands behind backs, facing the girls.”

The two red-topped younger girls bellowed their orders and almost all the boys, including Zack and Gareth who knew they had no choice, got out to line up with hands behind their backs. There were only the two oldest boys left, their scarlet-faces just above the water. Winifred turned to Zack and Gareth.

“You two boys go and get them out.”

They waded out and those reluctant boys explained their problem.

“We’ve both got stiffies. We don’t want the girls seeing us, and especially not like this.”

They knew how they felt and had some sympathy.

“Look guys, there is no choice for boys here. You’ve got to get out or it’ll be the worse for you.”

Although they were sympathetic, Winifred had given Zack and Gareth an order and they had no option but to do as they were told.

“Sorry guys, but we have to get you out.”

They each grabbed a struggling boy and eventually got them to shore. Mrs Haynes took charge, dismissing Zack and Gareth.

“You two boys get back in line.”

The girls were giggling at the boys, as today was the first time many had even seen a willy and balls, let alone two whole rows of them literally in the flesh, and the large boners on those two red-faced boys looked particularly interesting.

Mrs Haynes glared at the two, now very nervous, miscreants.

“What is your name boy?”

“Err... Leonard Boyle Miss.”

“And your name boy?”

“Err... James Prentice Miss.”

“Well Boyle, what was the one rule you had to remember?”

“Err... Boys do as they are told Miss.”

“Now Prentice, did you two boys do as you were told when your counsellor ordered you all to get out of the water and line up facing the girls with hands behind your backs?”

“Err... No Miss but...”

“There are no buts here Prentice. Now Boyle, what were you told would happen if you did not obey your counsellor instantly?”

“Err... We would get punished Miss.”

“OK Prentice, who would be punishing boys from Banana Hut?”

The 14-year-old boy looked nervously at the grinning 10-year-old girl as she slapped the slipper on her palm.

“Err... Miss Winifred Miss.”

Mrs Haynes looked at the two bare bottoms and saw each had already got a stripe where they had both tried to pull Gareth’s trick.

“Come here please Winifred dear.”

Her daughter was really looking forward to punishing these two boys. All girls love to watch boys getting spanked, so those two chattering lines were looking forward to it as well.

“Winifred, you will see from these boys’ bottoms that they have already received a punishment for trying to deceive me. They wanted to hide their underpants so they could put them on after I had left, in direct contravention of the uniform rules for boys.”

She glared at all the boys.

“They were not the only boys who tried to deceive me...”

Quite a few of the boys, including Gareth, went red.

“...but these two boys clearly have no respect for our rules and must be severely punished as an example.”

She pulled out the cane from her sleeve and passed it to her daughter.

“The slipper really only tickles boy’s bottoms. Take this cane Winifred dear and give each boy 12 of your finest strokes.”

All the boys gasped as she pronounced sentence.

“SILENCE BOYS, UNLESS YOU WANT THE SAME!”

Had any pins been dropping, they would have been heard.

Mrs Haynes grabbed Boyle and bent him side on to the girls so they would all get a good view.

“You first Boyle, grab your ankles and don’t you dare move or the stroke doesn’t count. Do you understand Boyle?”

“Yes Miss.”

Mrs Haynes was pleased to see so many iPhones at the ready.

“OK Winifred dear, teach Boyle to respect our rules.”

Boyle screamed as this much younger girl’s first cane striped his bottom. The girls giggled as the boner he still had bounced forward. By her fourth he was bawling his eyes out, with tears pooling beneath his face. His father regularly had to chastise him, so he was well familiar with the no movement rule and was just able to hold out for all 12 strokes. Prentice had had to watch throughout this punishment and saw the mess the young girl made of Boyle’s bottom. He had to listen to the screams interspersing all his friend’s crying, and now became very frightened as she finished. It would be his turn in a matter of seconds.

A silent Boyle walked painfully away, his penis, like Prentice’s, now very far from stiff. Mrs Haynes gripped the second boy’s shoulder to bend him over, but he began to cry and tried to run off. She was too strong and dragged him to the bench.

“Take your punishment like a man Prentice!”

Florence seized the pathetic sobbing boy and bent him over the side for her little sister to carry out his sentence. He continued to struggle, such that, of the 12 strokes landed, only 6 counted. That was when he finally broke and went limp for his last 6.

Zack and Gareth were designated to hold a howling Prentice up as Mrs Haynes brought the proceedings to a halt.

“Boyle, Prentice, will you do as you are told in future?”

She heard their faltering acknowledgement that they would.

“Winifred, these two boys will not be allowed shorts for the rest of this week. When you two counsellors get back to the huts, please check every boy. Anyone with a stripe on their bottom will not be allowed shorts for three days.”

Gareth was not the only boy who went red at the thought of three days total nudity with girls all around. Mrs Haynes turned to the girls, smiling as she saw many iPhones slip back into those pockets she had specially made.

“Now that unpleasantness is over, the boys will introduce themselves and then the girls can tell us all about themselves too so we get to know much more about each other.”

As Boyle and Prentice’s canings had finished, the girls’ attention went back to those two lines of naked boys with surprisingly varied packages. More than a dozen of the older boys, including Zack, sported erections, no doubt caused by the display they had had no option but to watch. Ellie saw that some of them also had a curve exactly like her brother. She giggled at Lily.

“Those curvy boners look like pink bananas Lily. They must be the Banana Boys from Banana Hut!”

Lily saw there were even boners on a few of the younger boys, looking just like Zack’s.

“Look at that peach fuzz around all those little boy willys. They must be the Peach Fuzz Boys from Peach Hut!”

The naked boys went down the lines introducing themselves to the girls. Each one was so embarrassed at their situation, but those with stiffies especially so, since they had to stand there and talk whilst their engorged boners pointed at the girls. They also knew they could do nothing about all those phones pointing back at them as the girls recorded as many memories as they could. Eventually, all the introductions were made, and the boys were happy to get back in the water and cover up.

The girls had noticed that the willys of some boys looked different. Some had what looked like a mushroom always on show at the end, while others came to a point of skin. What are counsellors for, if not to answer questions? As the girls walked up to their shower cubicles to get changed, Jo explained that the point of skin at the end of a boy’s willy was known as the foreskin. The girls winced when she said that some parents asked for their son’s foreskin to be cut off just after they were born. Some religions required this, and occasionally it might be removed later for medical reasons. They thought the oddest reason was those fathers who apparently asked for it to be cut off just because their parents had it done to them. How weird was that?

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Ellie and Lily were soon changed into those one piece swim suits. Lily looked down, then across to her friend.

“Hmm... They’re not the most fashionable items we’ve worn Ellie. They certainly make sure everything’s covered.”

Out of the cubicles stepped a 10-year-old girl from Apple hut. Ellie was shocked to see her completely naked.

“What on earth are you doing Cynthia?”

“Ever since my first lesson at our instructor’s pool five years ago she has always had us girls swim this way.”

“But won’t you be so embarrassed here as all the boys will see your most private parts!”

“It’s never worried me, as she had the boys naked too. Up top I’m no different to them, and down below I’ve no hair. My private parts are all on the inside, unlike the boys, so it’s no big deal to me if they see my slit. It’s just another pair of lips, the same as my mouth. Besides, I’ve tried a suit and prefer the feel of water gliding over my skin. Swimming’s much better with no suit.”

Jo came over and spoke to Cynthia.

“Are you absolutely sure you’re happy to swim without a suit?”

“It’s fine Jo. Me and all the girls in swim class had no problems. It’s always exciting for us to swim with naked boys and check them out, especially new boys we haven’t seen before. A girl’s excitement isn’t visible like it is for them, and it’s such fun to see a boy go red as he realises he cannot stop as it rises up right there in front of us watching girls.”

“OK Cynthia. In the 1950s little girls could swim naked if they wanted to, so you’ll be adding another level of realism to our theme. Right Apple hut, if we’re all ready, let’s go for a swim. Cynthia, you get in the middle of our group as we go down to the lake, that way it’ll be more of a surprise for the boys as you come out of the huddle for your swim.”

Cynthia giggled at Jo.

“This really will be such fun to see how many boners I cause amongst the boys.”

Jo gave her a big smile as she now knew Cynthia had learnt that it was girls who had the real control over a boy’s willy.

**********

As the boys saw the crowd of girls coming down, most leapt in the water. Zack and Gareth decided the girls had already seen everything they had and, as they couldn’t stay in the water for ever, saw little point in trying to hide. Ellie and Lily came over to their brothers, sheltering a grinning Cynthia behind them. Lily smiled at her brother.

“Hi Gareth. This place is great. We love the swimming suits they’ve provided for you boys. Please meet our new friend Cynthia.”

Their sisters parted to reveal a naked Cynthia, who stretched out her hand to Gareth.

“Hi Gareth. Pleased to meet you.”

This was the first naked girl the boys had seen since they bathed with their sisters 7 years earlier. Cynthia was still only 10, but they both reacted. The girls were delighted to watch those willys grow, especially Gareth’s monster. Cynthia giggled at Lily.

“You’re not wrong Lily. Gareth has the biggest boner I’ve ever seen. We can all see how very pleased he is to meet me. Ellie, your brother is still the same as all the boys in my swim class.”

Gareth and Zack were mortified to be erect again in front of their younger sisters and now this new girl. Cynthia got between them and grabbed each boy’s hand as Ellie and Lily held on to their other hands. Cynthia gave the orders.

“Come on girls, let’s calm your brothers down.”

The three girls yelled ‘Geronimo’ as they charged with the two boys in a line towards the water. This was quite a spectacle and as the other boys by the lake noticed Cynthia was naked, up sprang their willys. She was very satisfied with her tally of 14 boners. Gareth and Zack felt the shock as they splashed into the cold water, but were mighty relieved as they began to go back down.

It didn’t take long for all the boys and girls to start playing together in the water as any group of kids will. The boys almost forgot they were naked until they got a quick grope from a girl as she swam by, a not infrequent occurrence that afternoon. Once they were all playing together, Cynthia taught the girls a trick she had learnt with naked boys.

“Watch this Ellie.”

She went over to one of the older boys waiting to use the diving board.

“Hi. My name is Cynthia. What’s yours?”

The girls noticed he was so nervous as he desperately avoided looking at the naked 10-year-old girl.

“Err... It’s John.”

“Hi John. You’ve got a really nice willy. How long is it John?”

They saw it twitch as he went red.

“Err... Err... Err...”

“Surely you’ve measured it John. I thought all boys regularly measured their willys John.”

“Err... Err... Err...”

The girls giggled as they saw it begin to swell and lengthen.

“I see you’re very hairy around your willy John, and your balls are big and dangle down very low. It’s getting much bigger John.”

John was scarlet as he saw all the girls watch its inevitable rise. When he was at full mast, Cynthia grinned and gave it a flick.

“Thanks John. See you around.”

Cynthia giggled as the embarrassed boy rushed off with the girls all watching his bouncing boner as it aimed for the water.

“It works every time. Naked boys always get embarrassed if a girl talks to them about their willys. Once the rise starts, boys can’t stop it, and watching the whole process as it gets fully stiff is such fun. The best thing is, after a minute or two in the cold water it goes back down so you can do it all again. It is exquisite fun on those boys who get mega-embarrassed.”

The girls were all soon trying this out on the older boys. That purple-bottomed wimp Prentice received special attention and was in tears as the girls kept up his torture by dragging him out the water for yet another go as they all laughed. The counsellors finally called a halt, much to all the boys relief. The kids went off together; the girls to shower and change, the boys just to shower. As they got to the camp facilities, the boys saw their shower heads were out in the open beside the girls’ private ones. With just 12 cubicles, the waiting girls had little else to do but watch all these naked boys showering. Well, Jo did say the girls got a lovely view from there! The girls let Cynthia shower first, with the boys, of course, having no option but to provide the entertainment.

**********

Zack was the first out of the shower, and he nervously asked his counsellor a question.

“Err... Miss Winifred... err... We don’t seem to... err... have any towels.”

“You boys would probably just lose the towels by the lake. Besides, we don’t want you naughty little boys rough-housing and flicking towels at each other in the showers. You’ll soon dry out here in the open. Have you washed everything thoroughly boy?”

“Err... Yes Miss Winifred.”

“Right, I have to inspect all you boys to see you are clean. I’ll start with you.”

She pulled his ear forward to check behind there, then lifted up both arms for an armpit inspection. Apparently she was satisfied.

“Bend over and hold those cheeks open.”

She turned to the waiting girls.

“This little boy was naughty and I had to spank him. Time to check his red bottom is all clean.”

Zack was humiliated these girls were told he had been spanked by this younger girl. They giggled at the display he presented of a puckered pink little hole surrounded by two red cheeks. He was relieved to pass her inspection.

“Get up and turn round boy.”

He went red as he saw the girls watch her grab his little boy willy and slide the skin back to inspect under there. Her warm hand squeezing his willy began to have an effect as she moved it around, apparently just doing a thorough check. Winnie was well aware what she was up to, and soon had his bald 2.6 inch micro-boner, together with two 0.7 inch balls tight below, on full display. She turned to the girls.

“I’m sure this boy has been put in the wrong hut.”

Zack was scarlet at her drawing attention to his immaturity in front of the giggling girls. He was puzzled to see Ellie and Lily were not giggling and actually looked at him with a degree of empathy, but then he did not know they were aware of the family trait.

The girls watched that wimp Prentice get returned to the showers four times by Winifred, the first time because he was not clean, the other times simply because she could. Eventually she was satisfied with all her boys, even Prentice. Fortunately it was still warm and the boys soon dried off in the early evening air.

“OK boys, lets go and you can get changed. Those of you that will be changing of course!”

**********

Once back at Banana hut Miss Winifred lined her boys up and had them all face the wall. She went down the line, tapping the shoulder of each boy with no stripe across his bottom and telling him to go in and put his shorts back on. At the end of the line she told the remainder to turn back round.

“Boyle, Prentice, no shorts for you till next Saturday evening. The rest of you will remain without shorts until Tuesday evening.”

Zack had been surprised not to receive a tap on his shoulder.

“Err... Miss Winifred... err... I didn’t have a stripe... err... on my bottom.”

“How could I see with your bottom all red? Now, I just told you no shorts till Tuesday. Remind me. What is the rule for boys?”

He could only acknowledge his defeat.

“Boys do as they are told Miss Winifred.”

“Exactly. All of you go inside.”

She followed them into the hut then addressed her boys.

“You will join the girls for tea in the canteen at 6.30, then bedtime at 8.30 with lights out at 9pm.”

At 6.30 the boys went in the canteen for their tea. The girls were delighted to see 10 naked Banana boys and four naked Peach Fuzz boys, including that well hung 11-year-old. The boys’ food was basic, but acceptable. The girls on the other hand had a full roast turkey meal with all the trimmings, followed by apple pie and cream. After tea, the boys in shorts went for a wander round, a few with the girls, whilst the naked boys rushed back to their huts.

Not wishing to incur Miss Winifred’s wrath, the boys in shorts were all back well before 8.30. They were not surprised to be told to take the shorts off before getting into bed, so they all had to sleep naked. At 9pm, Miss Winifred came in to wish the boys goodnight and went back into the counsellor’s bedroom at the end of their hut. She flicked the switch to plunge these boys into darkness, leaving them to mull over their first day and wonder what the morning would bring.

**********

In Apple hut the girls were all in their nighties chatting away on their beds. Jo smiled at the girls.

“OK girls it’s 9pm. Please hop in bed so I can turn the lights off. Now don’t forget to put your phones on charge all ready for tomorrow. There is a socket alongside each bed. Goodnight girls.”

The girls bent down to plug in those phones, then got in bed. As Jo flicked off the light, the room was filled with the pale glow of charging phones. Many girls picked up the tethered phones and took them under the sheets to review the day’s shots in a bit of privacy. Ellie and Lily sat up to go through them, fingers flicking on screens to zoom in on the boys’ best bits. Ellie was a bit puzzled to hear muffled squeals coming from under the quivering sheets of the next bed.

“Are you OK Cynthia?”

The squeals intensified, then there was a long moan before she fell silent. A few seconds later, a grinning Cynthia popped her head out from under the sheets.

“Never better Ellie.”

“What were you doing Cynthia? It sounded like you were in pain.”

“Haven’t you ever rubbed yourself down there?”

“Why would you want to do that?”

“You get the most fabulous feeling when you rub between your legs.”

Ellie’s puzzled look was clear, even in the dim glow. Cynthia sat up and pushed her panties down to display her enflamed slit.

“Push your panties down too and I can show you what to do.”

Lily looked over to Ellie, her bottom half now naked with that pre-pubescent slit she saw in the school showers every week.

“What are you doing Ellie?”

Cynthia smiled at Lily.

“Hi Lily, I’m showing Ellie the fun us girls can have between our legs. If you’ve not done it before, would you like to join in?”

Lily nodded and pushed her panties down and off to reveal her own bald little slit.

“Sit up first with your knees to your tummy. Then drop them to the sides, flat on the bed, with the soles of your feet touching. Now your kitty is fully exposed, spread your lips apart and there is a little button by the top of your slit. Can you see it?”

Ellie and Lily giggled.

“I’ve never really studied down here before. Have you Lily?”

“Me neither. What do we do now Cynthia?”

“Just rub that button gently like I’m doing.”

The two friends went at it, but felt nothing.

“What’s supposed to happen Cynthia?”

“Doesn’t it feel good there? How about you Lily?”

“Nothing.”

“Hmm... Did either of you find a picture on your phone of a boy that made you tingle? If so, call that up, then start rubbing.”

Ellie scrolled through her images, stopped at one, then flicked her finger to zoom in. Lily saw it was her brother’s boner after Boyle got caned, but said nothing as she put her ear buds in and played the video of that petrified boy Prentice screaming and bawling as he got thrashed by Winnie. That had really made her tingle all over, not only at the time, but also watching the video. The two girls began to rub, and, with the help of their chosen image, were soon squealing and rubbing faster. Lily got there first.

“Uh... Uh... Uh... Uh... Uh... Uh... Uh... Uh... Oh God, oh God, oh-oh God, oh God, oh-oh-oh God...”

Ellie soon joined in so they were both calling out to their Divinity.

“...oh God, oh God, oh God, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Goooooooodddddddd.”

The two girls had just had the most mind-blowing experience of their ten years of life. It was Lily who came back down first.

“What was that Cynthia?”

“Did you like it?”

“Wow, like super wow! It was incredible, but I’m all wet down there now. It’s all over my fingers.”

Cynthia chuckled.

“That was your first orgasm but, believe me, it won’t be your last. You do get a bit wet, but just wipe your fingers off.”

Ellie grinned.

“I want to do that again Cynthia.”

“It can get even better as you carry on, but becomes a bit sensitive after a while, so you might want to stop then.”

Other inexperienced girls had listened to Cynthia’s tutorial and, after selecting their own favourite image, were soon joining in.

In her counsellor’s bedroom, Jo’s fingers were strumming between her legs as she listened to those familiar sounds of young girls pleasuring themselves. After her own climax, Jo heard it go silent as 25 girls packed down to dream about tomorrow’s fun.

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