An Evacuee's Tale

An Evacuee's Tale 3

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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After our encounter with Mr Richardson, my sister Liz and Edward’s cousin Dawn held on to Robert, as me and Jennifer held Edward. There were quite a few naked evacuee boys with their hair all shaved off, and most were my age or older. It was great to see so many larger willys waving about rather than those little winkles like Jane’s baby brother Fred. Most of the local girls, including my friend Pauline, were clustering around Robert. Pauline was a good swimmer and had decided she was going to teach Robert how to swim. That huge willy was clearly the star of the beach, and I think she just wanted a hands on experience. Robert was grinning as she supported his body while he kicked his legs about.

Everyone in Polkerry swam, and I was surprised when Jennifer said they never swam in London. I knew Edward couldn’t swim, and Jennifer said she wanted to learn how but could we do it somewhere less public so I could show them both what to do without everyone seeing their early attempts. My schoolfriend Rich came over and smiled at Jennifer.

“Hello Gloria. I heard your friend saying she wanted to learn how to swim. May I help you out?”

Rich was the best boy swimmer here and this was great. If I got him to teach Jennifer, I could be alone with Edward.

“That’s an excellent idea Rich. She is Jennifer Garland, and this is Edward Anderson, her cousin. Jennifer and Edward, meet Richard Blake, Polkerry’s best swimmer. Edward and his cousin Robert are staying with me Rich. Jennifer and her twin sister Dawn are staying next door with Mrs Bentley.”

He nodded at Edward then focussed on Jennifer.

“I saw your twin sister. She’s so like you Jennifer, but without that beautiful freckle on your nose.”

He always was observant, and I saw a slight blush from Jennifer, then she smiled at him.

“Thanks Richard.”

“You can call me Rich. Everyone else here always does.”

“OK Rich.”

“How come you’re in the buff Ed.”

“Err… Well Rich… err… me and Bob didn’t bring any trunks. Mrs Dalby said we had… err… lice… err… and she shaved us. I look like a little boy now, and she said that in Polkerry little boys go around naked, and… err… Gloria’s grandfather said that as we had no hair the little boy rules apply on the beach.”

“I can see you’re a growing lad Ed, and not a little boy but here in Polkerry it’s best never to argue with adults.”

I grinned at Rich.

“They’ve already met Whacker.”

I giggled as Rich gave his bum an exaggerated rub and grinned at Edward.

“Us boys definitely don’t want to argue with him. The girls just get lines, but we invariably get caned. If it’s minor, he might use a slipper for one of his ‘little reminders’. Not as bad as the cane, but you will be standing up for tea and sleeping on your front that night. I’ve had quite a few canings off old Whacker, but I prefer a short sharp shock to get it over with, rather than a couple of hours of total boredom writing out lines. The pain goes off in a few days, and mum says standing up to eat is good for the digestion, but she can always be relied on to find the bright side. Swimming naked has never been something that bothered me, as it was how I’ve swam since grandad taught me when I was three. It was two years back when mum said I should wear trunks as my hair had grown. I preferred when it all hung free.”

Rich gave me a big grin.

“Gloria always liked it when I swum that way too!”

I chuckled and gave him a playful punch on his arm, then moved the subject on.

“Let’s take these beginners over to the far side so we can start their lessons Rich.”

When we got there, he gave Jennifer a wink.

“I think Ed will prefer Gloria’s hands-on approach to mine, so I’ll teach you Jennifer?”

“I’m sure your hands-on approach will be strictly professional.”

She returned his grin as he responded.

“Most of it Jen. I’m pretty good with the kiss of life too.”

Jennifer laughed and gave his other arm a playful punch, then led Rich over to the water.

“Come on Casanova. Let’s see how good your hands-on approach is, and just remember you’re supposed to be teaching me to swim…”

He squeezed her bum, and she giggled.

“…unless you can think of something more fun.”

Rich never did hang about and pulled her round to give her a kiss. She put her arms around his neck and responded in kind. I was pleased they were hitting it off, as now I could have Edward to myself and led him further along the beach.

“Have you never been swimming Edward?”

“I’ve never swum in my whole life Gloria.”

He then gave me a smile.

“My mum always calls me Edward. That’s OK for mums, but I really prefer my friends to call me Ed.”

I was pleased he saw me as a friend.

“OK Ed. Let’s get you in the water so I can see how you get on.”

As we got in up to our waists, I demonstrated the breast stroke actions and got him to repeat them.

“Try to swim along the beach Ed. Get right in the water, kick yourself forward, then move the arms as I showed you.”

He struggled badly for about six feet then went completely under. I grabbed his waist and hauled him up.

“Perhaps if I supported you at first Ed.”

“I don’t think I’m cut out for this Gloria.”

“Nonsense Ed. You can do it. Let’s try floating on your back. I’ll hold you until you are floating free.”

I had an urge to try Rich’s move. He squeaked as I squeezed his cute bum, then I gave him a huge grin.

“Sorry Ed.”

He tutted, then grinned back at me. I put a hand on his bum, gently this time, with the other on his back, then smiled.

“OK Ed, lower yourself into the water.”

It was lovely to see the waves flow over him, as they made his beautiful willy flop back and forth. I did have the odd squeeze of his bum as he lay there, and occasionally moved my hand so my fingers could reach up between his legs to stroke his sac. That always made Ed grin. I decided to gently lower my hands. He didn’t realise I was no longer supporting him and was floating quite well. I took my hands out of the water and waved them at him.

“There you are Ed. See, you’re floating all by yourself.”

He looked surprised. Then he panicked and began to sink.

“Help Gloria, I’m going to drown.”

I made a grab. It was mere happenstance that my hand found his willy to stop him from going under… honest! My other hand went under his neck to support him. I saw the panic in his eyes recede as he realised that I’d still got him.

“Err… Thanks Gloria. I thought I was a goner then.”

As Ed’s blue eyes looked up at me, I leaned in to give those irresistible lips a lingering kiss. As our lips parted I felt his willy start to swell and gave it a squeeze. He looked down at where I was holding him, so I gave it another squeeze and it went stiff. We smiled at each other then had another kiss. I was tingling all over. Reluctantly, I got back to his lesson.

“You need to build up confidence Ed. Let’s try with me supporting you while you move your arms and legs. It’ll be like learning to ride a bike, with my hands as your training wheels. When you are more confident I remove the wheels.”

I held my hands just under the water for his support. He grinned up at me as he lay down, and I think he’d deliberately chosen how he positioned himself on them. I got another tingle as I gave it a squeeze and he grinned again.

“OK Ed, do the strokes now.”

I had been supporting him for a few minutes and his strokes were becoming quite effective, so I decided to lower my hands. He dipped down a bit but was supporting himself.

“More power into those strokes Ed, and your head will come up out of the water.”

I was pleased to see he followed my instructions and his head rose as he swam unaided. I don’t think he knew I wasn’t supporting him, as I kept my hands under the water and walked alongside him. I let him swim for another two minutes.

“You’ve been swimming without the training wheels for a while now Ed.”

He had a worried look but carried on with those stronger strokes and realised he was now swimming. Ed grinned at me, so I joined him to swim alongside. We’d been in the water for ten minutes and he must need a rest.

“Just swim over there and we’ll take a break.”

As we got out, I saw his willy had shrunk, but mum said cold water does that to a boy. I preferred it when it was bigger and knew what would do it. There were some rocks we could sit on about 50 yards away, so I feigned an accident.

“Ouch! I’ve trodden on something sharp and may have cut my foot. Over to those rocks Ed, so you can check it out.”

It felt great as Ed put his arm around my waist. I leaned in to him as he helped me over to the rocks. As I sat down and held my leg up for him, I moved my other leg to the side. His line of sight would be just right. We girls wear homemade knitted swimsuits, which get rather baggy when they are wet. Looking down, I was showing a half inch sliver of rising bare skin as the loose material just covered my pussy. Perfect! It began to tingle so much as he held my foot.

“Have I cut myself Ed?”

I was looking into his eyes, so didn’t see the big wave coming. We both got utterly soaked as it splashed over us, but we just laughed. I was grinning up at Ed when I saw those blue eyes go so wide and that beautiful willy went rigid.

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My mate Bob was enjoying being the centre of attention, as so many girls clustered round him. I recognised Gloria’s friend Pauline from earlier, and she grabbed him and appointed herself his swimming tutor. He grinned as she supported him while he tried to swim. Gloria and Jennifer were holding my hands, but I saw Jennifer looking concerned.

“Bob looks so childish splashing about. I’d love to learn how to swim Gloria, but can we go somewhere less crowded as I don’t want my baby steps to be on view to everyone as I try it out. Don’t you agree Ed?”

Forget the baby steps, I didn’t want to be on view to everyone, period! I guess I was getting a bit more used to it, particularly now Bob had all the girls’ attention, so just nodded. As we walked away, a local boy about my age came up. He had on a worn pair of knitted trunks that covered between his legs, but you couldn’t miss his willy and balls swinging about behind the baggy fabric. I guess his willy didn’t look a lot longer than mine, but his balls were bigger and definitely dangled lower. He smiled at Jennifer then turned to Gloria.

“Hello Gloria. I heard your friend saying she wanted to learn how to swim. May I help you out?”

Gloria introduced the boy. His name was Richard Blake, but we could call him Rich. Gloria said he was the best swimmer here and she looked quite pleased to get his help. He commented on Jennifer’s beautiful freckle, and I saw her blush, then smile at him, as she clearly enjoyed his compliment. Rich asked why I was naked, so I explained our situation and what Gloria’s granddad had said about boys with no hair having to obey the little boy rules. He said it was best not to argue with adults in Polkerry. Gloria grinned as she told him we’d already met the headmaster. Rich had clearly been on the receiving end, including the ‘little reminders’ he sometimes gave with a slipper. He said he preferred the short sharp shock to get it over rather than doing lines like the girls. He cheered me up when he said I wasn’t a little boy, but a growing lad. I was surprised to hear that he preferred it when he used to swim with no trunks. Rich grinned at Gloria.

“Gloria always liked it when I swum that way too!”

Gloria chuckled and gave him a playful punch on his arm. His other arm got a similar punch from Jennifer when he began joshing with her. She had clearly taken a liking to Rich, and grinned as she pulled him in for a kiss.

Gloria walked me further up the beach to give Jennifer and Rich some space. She kept calling me Edward, just like my mum. I thought she was special and asked her to call me Ed like all my friends do. Those beautiful eyes sparkled as she called me Ed for the first time. We got into the water up to my waist, then she showed me the arm and leg movements. I was quite nervous as she told me to have a go. I tried to swim, but in a few seconds I was underwater. She grabbed me round the waist and hauled me up spluttering. I wasn’t sure this was for me, but Gloria would have none of it and offered to use her hands-on technique while I floated on my back and got used to the water. I gave out a squeak as she squeezed my bum. Gloria gave me the biggest and cheekiest grin ever.

“Sorry Ed.”

She wasn’t sorry at all! It did actually feel quite nice, and I got the distinct impression her hands were going to be ‘on’ quite a lot this morning. Gloria was such a joy to be around, and I really couldn’t help but grin too. She gently touched her hand on my bum, then her other hand went on my back.

“OK Ed, lower yourself into the water.”

I was surprised how much fun it was to be floating on the water with the waves lapping over my chest. Gloria was having fun too as she supported me. I felt her give my bum the odd squeeze accompanied by that lovely grin, and on a couple of occasions she gave me the most beautiful smile as I felt a finger slide from my bum towards my scrotum and then she gave a gentle stroke underneath my balls. Wow, that felt so good, and I was in a world of my own. She hadn’t squeezed or stroked for over a minute when I saw her hands were out of the water and she was giving me a wave.

“There you are Ed. You’re floating all by yourself.”

Oh hell, she wasn’t supporting me! I began to panic and started to go under.

“Help Gloria, I’m going to drown.”

My head was right under water when I felt her grab me. Once I was above water and could breathe again, I realised she had pulled me up by my willy and her other hand was round my neck.

“Err… Thanks Gloria. I thought I was a goner then.”

Her hand felt really nice there, and I felt the panic ebb away as she held me safe. She was gazing into my eyes when she slowly leaned in to give me the most wonderful kiss. I couldn’t help reacting, then she gave it a squeeze. As I looked down, she gave it another squeeze and I got a full-on boner. I smiled at Gloria and she smiled back, then we had another long kiss which was fabulous. Eventually, she rose to give me a smile and stand me back up. The lesson was on again.

“You need to build up confidence Ed. Let’s try with me supporting you while you move your arms and legs. It’ll be like learning to ride a bike, with my hands as your training wheels. When you are more confident I remove the wheels.”

She held her hands out below the water. It had been fabulous when she’d squeezed my willy and I was hoping for more. I grinned at her as I carefully laid myself in just the right position and felt her hand give a gentle squeeze. Perfect.

“OK Ed, do the strokes now.”

I tried out those strokes as she held me up. Gloria grinned each time she gave me a squeeze, occasionally sliding the skin back and forth. That felt fantastic, and I was so hard. Several times I was sure that amazing feeling was approaching, but she would then grin and stop for a while. Eventually I got into some sort of rhythm as she walked slowly along with me laying on her hands. I think she must have gone into full teaching mode as her squeezing had stopped. I was concentrating, when my head started to sink, although I was still just above the water. She gave some advice.

“More power into those strokes Ed, and your head will come up out of the water.”

I did as Gloria told me and found my head rose exactly as she said. I was getting along quite well now as she walked alongside me in the waist deep water. That was when she gave me my biggest surprise.

“You’ve been swimming without the training wheels for a while now Ed.”

I was very nervous, but Gloria gave me an encouraging smile. I put more effort in and realised I was actually swimming all on my own. Hey, this was fun. Gloria was looking at me with that beautiful smile, and I gave her a big grin as she slid into the water beside me. We must have been going for about ten minutes and I was pleased when she suggested a break. As we walked over to some smooth rocks to sit down, Gloria let out a cry.

“Ouch! I’ve trodden on something sharp and may have cut my foot. Over to those rocks Ed, so you can check it out.”

It felt so good as I put my arm around her waist. Gloria smiled at me as her arm came round my shoulder and she limped over to the rocks. I sat her down and she held her foot up so I could inspect it. Looking along that flawless leg, I saw her baggy knitted swimsuit had slipped to reveal a half inch wide sliver of rising bare skin on the very edge of whatever a girl has between her legs. I was in a daze as I looked right at her most private place and barely heard her speak.

“Have I cut myself Ed?”

My brain was racing as I wondered what the rest of that unknown area would look like, and I couldn’t help reacting. Without warning, we suddenly found ourselves engulfed in a large wave and got soaked. I shook the water off, then saw Gloria was soaked too. We must have looked like a couple of drowned rats, and both started to laugh. I was still holding her foot and glanced down. That was when I saw it. The wave had pushed her baggy swimsuit right to the side, rendering my speculation irrelevant. That rising skin merged into the folds of a two inch long slit, with a peak at the top and dark curly hair above. I couldn’t take my eyes off the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. My willy went absolutely rigid and the incredible feeling that had been eluding me so far was now flowing all through my body. I met Gloria’s eyes and she was smiling up at me. I gave several grunts as it involuntarily began to pulse. A gentleman should never look at a lady’s private parts. What would Gloria think of me? I stumbled out my most sincere apology.

“Err… I’m so very sorry Gloria. Err… I shouldn’t… err… even be looking at you… err… down there.”

Gloria looked puzzled, then she glanced down and saw what I was seeing. I thought she would instantly cover up, so was surprised when her fingers shot down to just above that curly hair and excitedly picked something up.

“Look Ed, you squirted!”

I couldn’t believe it as she held her fingers up so I could see. Wow, I was looking at my very first squirt! Gloria seemed as thrilled as I was at this major milestone in the progress of my puberty and rubbed her fingers together to give me her report on my stuff.

“It’s all clear Ed, but still sticky like Robert’s.”

Gloria looked at my now collapsing willy.

“There’s another drop on the end.”

She held my willy and squeezed all along it, making a large clear drop ooze out of the end. She giggled as she plucked it off and popped it in her mouth with a slurp of her lips.

“Mmmm… It’s sweeter than his.”

She grinned at me and swung her legs round so she was over the rock pool.

“Would you like to rinse me off before I clean you up?”

Would I ever!!!

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I took my eyes off his so stiff willy and smiled up at Ed. Our eyes met as he gave a series of grunts.

“Err… I’m so very sorry Gloria. Err… I shouldn’t… err… even be looking at you… err… down there.”

That was when I saw what Ed was seeing. That large wave had pushed my baggy swimsuit right over, exposing everything to him. I guess I should have covered up, but my pussy was tingling so much at the look of sheer wonder on Ed’s face. That was when I saw a large drop just above my bush and squealed.

“Look Ed, you squirted!”

I picked it up and rubbed it between my fingers. It was clear, unlike Robert’s, but was just as sticky. Ed looked amazed as I held it up for him to see. We had both been a witness to his very first squirt, something we will remember for ever. There was more stuff just weeping from his collapsing willy, so I squeezed along it and picked up the drop to pop it in my mouth. It was much sweeter than Robert’s. I grinned at Ed as I swung my legs round so they were over the adjacent rock pool. My pussy was on fire, and I was eager to find out if Ed touching me there was better than when I did it.

“Would you like to rinse me off? I’ll clean you up after.”

He didn’t need a second asking, but I was disappointed Ed only rinsed off where the drop had landed. It still felt electric as his fingers brushed the top of my pubes, but I wanted more and grabbed his hand.

“I think it would be best if you washed everything, to make sure I’m all clean.”

I dipped his hand in the pool then touched his finger on my slit. I shuddered as I moved it up and down. Inhaling sharply as I slid it round my button, I increased the pressure and it felt so great. I glided his finger down to press it against my hole, groaning as it slipped in. He must have thought he’d hurt me and went to pull it out. I muttered ‘don’t’ and held it in. I felt his finger start to explore and my breathing sped up as he touched that rough spot. Whispering, ‘rub there’, the ensuing fireworks had never felt that good. I groaned ‘Oh my God’ and clamped down so hard on his finger. Wow, that was a gazillion times better than when I did it! I must have passed out momentarily, but when I looked up at Ed, he had the most beautiful grin going from ear to ear. As I removed him from my pussy, my body jolted and there were some tiny fireworks. Looking deep into those blue eyes, I gave his finger a light kiss. I had more fun to come and giggled.

“I’m all clean now Ed. Time to wash you.”

Feeling all over my slit had made Ed go rigid again, and I had barely slid his skin back when he grunted. Four drops pulsed out to plop into the rock pool. I saw several prawns rise up to check it out, and they seemed as happy as I was with Ed’s taste. I gave his collapsing willy a thorough wash, then grinned up at him.

“That was fun Ed.”

I heard Rich and Jennifer call over, so slid my swimsuit back in place and gave Ed a quick kiss.

“Thanks Ed. Mum will have the Sunday lunch ready shortly, so we’d better get back.”

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As I got in bed that night, my head was spinning as it went over the most wonderful morning with Gloria. My brain was buzzing with the emotions generated by those fabulous kisses after she saved me. And the vision of her slit with that dark triangle above – wow! I replayed the incredible feeling of her slippery warmth as she glided my finger all over that place she was happy to no longer keep private from me. She gave those little gasps as she lingered at the hard fleshy bit I felt under the peak at the top. That was fantastic. I thought I’d hurt Gloria when she grunted as my finger slid inside that tight hole in the centre of her folds. I tried to pull out, but she whispered don’t and clamped her hand down, making it go in further. I explored that hot slick tunnel and felt a rougher area. She told me to rub there and I will remember forever her ecstatic squeals as the walls kept clamping down on my finger. It was awesome. I was worried as I thought she’d passed out, but a second later Gloria looked up at me with the biggest ever smile on her face, clearly enjoying what we did as much as me. She slipped my finger out and gave it a kiss, which was just so beautiful.

Gloria giggled as she grabbed my rigid boner to wash it. She barely slid the skin back, but that was enough. My knees went weak as that feeling raced through me. With her delicate fingers around, I watched it squirt for only my second time, with four drops falling into the water. I just couldn’t get to sleep, and that was when Bob heard me turning over.

“You awake Ed? How did you get on with Gloria? That girl Pauline was great. She kept squeezing my willy as she taught me to swim. It felt fantastic, especially when she got me to squirt as the other girls looked on.”

What Gloria did was private, and I had no intention of telling even my best friend all that had happened this morning.

“Err… Gloria was a brilliant teacher and soon had me swimming.”

He chuckled.

“Did she do anything else?”

“Well… err… she squeezed me a few times too. Err… I think she liked doing that.”

“Girls always do, but how did you like it?”

I wasn’t going to tell him about those incredible feelings Gloria gave me.

“Err… It was OK… err… I guess.”

“Well, you don’t squirt yet Ed. Don’t worry, it’ll start soon.”

It was dark, so Bob never saw the huge grin on my face. With all that was going through my head, I knew my boner wasn’t going down any time soon. Turning over, I tried to get some sleep and be alert for school in the morning.

I woke up about 6:15 and was puzzled to feel a damp patch. I pushed back the sheets to see a small circular spot about half an inch across, just where my boner had been. It had leaked my stuff. I was naked and had nothing to wipe it up, so rubbed my finger over it to spread it about a bit, then laid back down, hoping my body heat would dry it out. An hour later I got out of bed and was pleased it was almost dry. I went down to the outside tap, giving the girls opposite a smile and a wave as I had a quick wash before breakfast. Mrs Dalby had got my clothes all dry and ironed my shirt. She said not to dress fully until after breakfast as I might spill stuff down the front, but I could put my undies on. Gloria smiled when I said there was no point, as everyone had seen what I’d got. It was ten to eight when Mrs Dalby chivvied me.

“Edward, the boys start at eight. You’d better hurry up and get some clothes on. You know the head’s rules on lateness.”

School in London always started at nine, and I’d completely forgotten the new times for boys in Polkerry. I struggled to get my socks on – more haste, less speed I suppose. Gloria offered to help, but I’m not really sure she did. Eventually I was fully dressed, so grabbed my cap and rushed out. I was running up to the school gate when the clock gave its first strike. It would be less than 10 seconds before the last, but I’d just make it. That was when a tall local boy running alongside put his foot out and tripped me. I picked myself up to see the boy squeak through as the head closed the gate.

“You just made it Mitchell. What’s your name boy? You are late.”

“Anderson Sir.”

He opened the gate.

“I met you on the beach yesterday and told you what happened to latecomers. Do you have any excuse boy?”

He must have seen what happened, but you never tell on others. I just had to take my punishment.

“No sir. It was all my own fault sir.”

“Get in class Anderson. See me at 1pm to take responsibility for your actions.”

“Yes sir.”

As we got into class Mr Richardson called everyone to attention.

“This boy Anderson was late and will be returning at 1pm for his punishment. He had no excuse and has admitted it was all his own fault.”

I saw Mitchell near the back of the class smirking at me, then he stuck his tongue out. His face fell and he went ashen as the head called out his name.

“MITCHELL! COME HERE!”

He had no option but to get up and obey the head’s command.

“Do you have anything to say about Anderson’s lateness?”

“Err… No Sir.”

“Nothing boy?”

“Err… No Sir.”

“You will report to me at 1pm alongside Anderson. Now both of you boys sit down.”

It looked like we were both going to get it this afternoon.

“Now, when I was on the beach yesterday, I noticed you evacuees were barely able to swim. You’ll be spending a long time by the water and knowing how to swim will save your life, as well as not putting others in danger who may have to rescue a boy who cannot swim. This morning, the evacuee boys will be taking a swimming lesson. I need two local boys to help me. Blake and Mitchell, you have just volunteered. Miss Eagle will be taking the rest of you for English.”

I saw Mitchell put his hand up.

“Sir, I haven’t got my trunks. Can I pop home and get them sir?”

“I’m not having you wasting class time. You and Blake will be swimming ‘au naturel’ like the evacuees.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant, and Mitchell looked puzzled too.

“O what Sir?”

The headmaster smiled.

“The phrase is ‘Au Naturel’ Mitchell. It is French for ‘In the natural state’. In other words, you will be naked.”

He looked at Mitchell and smiled again.

“I assume you have no objections Mitchell?”

It was said as a question, but my guess was that any objections would be very swiftly overruled. I saw Mitchell go red.

“Err… No sir.”

Mitchell obviously agreed with me. Mr Richardson then gave us our orders.

“Blake, Mitchell, and all you evacuees, get your clothes off and fold them up neatly. Then we’ll go down to the beach.”

I looked around, but we all knew there was no choice. As I dropped my undies, in walked a pretty young lady who could not have been any more than 4 or 5 years older than me.

“Ah, Miss Eagle. I’m just getting the evacuees ready for their swimming lesson. Blake and Mitchell have volunteered to help. The rest of you boys will behave with Miss Eagle, or you know what will happen. Lakeman, remind them.”

I recognised this boy from on the beach yesterday.

“Err… Miss Eagle will spank us sir… err… on our bare bottoms sir.”

I saw the young lady smile at her class as she opened a drawer to pull out a large worn slipper and place it prominently on the desk. All us evacuees had now stripped off. Rich had got undressed too, but Mitchell was hesitating.

“What’s up with you Mitchell? Miss Eagle, perhaps you would help Mitchell get ready for swimming.”

She beckoned Mitchell over, but he didn’t move. She smiled and walked up to him. As she got close, she grabbed his ear and dragged him squealing to the front. She sat down, yanked him over her lap, then pulled down his short trousers and underwear before that large worn slipper got to work. He was shrieking and blubbing with legs flying all over the place. Only when his bawling was continuous did she pull him up to slide off his shorts and underwear.

“There we are Mr Richardson, one ‘au naturel’ little boy.”

She smiled at the head as she used the slipper to lift up his willy and that still snug ball sac.

“With the emphasis on ‘little’ Mr Richardson.”

He grinned at her.

“Quite so, Miss Eagle. Right boys, single file past Miss Eagle and then down to the beach.”

I saw the head smile as Miss Eagle paused each boy by blocking his passage with her left hand while she deliberately moved her eyes up and down his front, then used the slipper in her right hand to move him on with a loud slap on his bottom. Bob was in front of me, and she lingered a while before he got her slipper, then it was my turn for the scan. I saw her right hand move and she had a fleeting smile as I flinched even before it landed. It was only a light sting, and I think she was just making a point with us newbies. Once we were all outside, Mr Richardson delegated his authority.

“Blake, you’re in charge until I get changed and join you. Line the boys up on the beach, all standing up straight, eyes front, hands behind the back and legs apart. While you are waiting for me, no talking. Is that clear Blake?”

“Yes Sir.”

Rich had a slightly longer willy, and it was much fatter than mine. His balls were bigger too and hung down a good inch lower. Of course, he still had all his hair. Miss Eagle was right about Mitchell, as his bald willy and balls looked like he was still a three-year-old, even though he was head and shoulders above me. As we walked down the street to the beach, many of the girls were out and about as school for them was in the afternoon. I smiled at Jennifer and Dawn, then saw Gloria and Faith, who waved. Elizabeth must still be in the house. Faith giggled as she saw Rich.

“Hi Rich. It’s grown since I last saw it. Very nice.”

He just smiled at her. Rich had us line up on the beach as he spoke with the authority of the one in charge.

“Stand up straight, eyes front, hands behind the back and legs apart, and no talking while we wait for Mr Richardson.”

Rich slid in at the end of the line, standing as ordered, while we all silently awaited the head’s arrival.

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Ed had been in such a rush when he realised he was late. Watching him get dressed so quickly was really funny as his willy wobbled while he hopped about trying to put his socks on. I offered to help and picked up his undies. As he put his feet in, I slid them up. Mum smiled as I tucked his willy and balls inside, then slipped his shirt on. I was fumbling with the buttons, as someone had sewn them on the wrong side. Mum said boys’ buttons do up differently to ours. Why would they do that? I held out his short trousers. Ed smiled as he took them and said he could manage, so I never got to do up his trouser buttons. I hope he was able to get in before that final strike of the school clock.

When I had done all the breakfast things, mum sent me and Faith to get some fresh bread and a few groceries for our tea tonight while Elizabeth helped with the housework. As we came out of the shop, I saw a line of naked boys marching down from the school as they headed for the beach. It was the evacuee boys, with Rich in charge. He was naked too, with a fat hairy willy and balls slung between his legs. Faith giggled as she complimented him on how big he was. He just smiled. Jennifer and Dawn were nearby, and I saw Jennifer look down, then grin at him. He winked back. After our swim yesterday, Jennifer got me alone and giggled as she related her story of how good Rich was. She did get some swimming tuition, but he had clearly been using his renowned brand of ‘hands on’ with girls. That’s our Rich. She returned his breast strokes with a few of her own. She said her fingers barely went round it, but she soon had him squirting. Faith and I waved as Ed and Robert passed by. Ed’s beautiful willy was not as fat as Rich’s, but I felt a tingle in my pussy as I remembered cleaning it up after the fun we had yesterday.

Rich had all the evacuee boys line up while they silently waited for Whacker to join them. I’d seen some of the evacuees on the beach yesterday, but every one of them was here now, and they were all naked! I guess some didn’t have lice, as several still had hair down there, just like Rich. We were captivated with the view as we surveyed that whole variety of willys and balls on show right in front of us, amazed at how boys really can be so different. Faith giggled.

“Hey Gloria, look at that tiny winkle. It’s smaller than Fred’s. Rupert Mitchell’s hasn’t grown at all since he started wearing trunks over 4 years ago.”

Rupert was the village perv, always trying to look down girl’s blouses. He was tall and did look funny with such a tiny bald willy. He went scarlet when she shouted over to him.

“Hey Rupert, I see you’re still a little boy.”

We nearly jumped out of our skins when a deep voice boomed out from behind us.

“Yes Miss Faith Dalby. He invariably acts like one too.”

It was Mr Richardson in his normal swimming attire. I could see Faith desperately trying to hold back a giggle as she saw the headmaster’s long willy and large balls swinging about as he walked up. Swimming ‘O natural’ he called it. He had taught in France for several years before he came here and said that was how all boys and girls swam in the Mediterranean, even their teachers! Mum said that when he arrived as head 15 years ago, he wanted the same in our school. However, the governors said girls’ modesty must be protected but that all boys with no pubic hair would swim naked, as well as any other boys if the head ordered it. Apparently, all the lady governors were happy for him to swim that way if he wished.

That creep Rupert tried to cover up, which was a very bad decision. The head grabbed him and landed the cane squarely on his already red bottom at least 10 times. He shrieked and jumped a foot in the air at each whack. I clamped my hand over Faith’s mouth as I just knew she was going to giggle at his misfortune. Dawn got a hundred lines yesterday for doing just that. My little sister started to struggle, so I whispered down to her.

“Don’t giggle Faith, or the head will punish you. Just enjoy it silently. Is it OK to remove my hand now?”

She nodded, so I released her. She looked up at me momentarily and grinned before returning to watch the fun. Not only was that tiny winkle going up and down with each whack, but Mr Richardson’s willy waggled about too. Eventually the show stopped, and he got all the evacuees in the water. Rich and a still snivelling Rupert were there to help. The head went through a similar training routine to the one I used, but more hands-off.

Word had got round, and there were now many more girls on the beach. We all sat watching the boys, exchanging comments on which boy had the cutest willy (always Ed in my book), which was the longest (universal agreement on Robert), and who had the biggest balls (definitely Rich). There were several boys whose willys went hard, which always made us grin to see it bob up and down as they walked about. Faith told the girls how we had to bath our two evacuees when they arrived and she handled both their stiff willys, even getting Robert’s stuff all over her as he squirted. Several girls said how lucky I was to have Robert staying with me and tried to get me to add to her story, but I just smiled.

One of the oldest boys, who had a veritable forest of hair, was only a few feet away as we watched him taking instructions from Mr Richardson. The boy stood there right in front of us, hands behind his back, going from floppy to stiff as we all stared at it. We could see every detail of that red-faced boy’s six inch long circumcised boner as it twitched away. Mr Richardson was acting as if that erecting willy hadn’t happened, but he couldn’t have missed it. When he finished, he just said ‘Get back in the water boy and it will soon go down’. Someone said Rupert Mitchell had gone stiff, but his thin tube was smaller than my little finger, even with the point of skin, and barely noticeable. Watching them swim, I saw Robert was just about keeping his head above water, but my Ed was doing quite well and continued to improve.

Mum turned up. She must have heard Whacker was O natural on the beach, and actually went over and had a chat with him as he stood there smiling and nodding without a stitch on! I saw him call Ed over as mum was talking. They stood side by side, and I wondered if Ed would end up with a willy as big as Mr Richardson. He had a stern face as he spoke to Ed, who looked decidedly nervous before getting dismissed. Mum chatted for a bit longer, then came back.

“We’d better get home so I can prepare your lunch. It seems Edward was late, and on his first day too. He will be back home at twelve but will have to return with you at one o’clock to take the consequences in front of the whole class.”

Oh no, Ed will get caned, and right in front of me.

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