An Evacuee's Tale

An Evacuee's Tale 4

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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Swimming went off well and I was getting better by the minute, but my 1 o’clock appointment loomed ever nearer. After just pecking at a lunch which did not sit well, I returned to school with the girls to face the music. The head had Mitchell and me stand at the front of the class as the girls looked on. They were grinning, apart from Gloria who didn’t look happy. She had said it was her fault because of the fumbling with my buttons, but I had already said that I should have left more time. I gave her a stoical smile and she sort of smiled back. Dawn nervously walked up to Mr Richardson.

“Err… These are the lines you gave me yesterday Sir.”

He scanned the four sheets of paper and glared at her.

“Well Miss Dawn Garland what has this punishment taught you?”

“Err… I must not laugh at the misfortunes of others.”

He deliberately ripped up the sheets of paper in front of her, then handed them back.

“Exactly girl. Now put this garbage in the waste bin and resume your seat.”

“Yes Sir.”

He stared all around the room.

“These boys had the misfortune to break our school rules. Why am I seeing a class of girls grinning at them?”

Every grin instantly disappeared.

“That is better. Now Anderson, why are you here?”

“Err… I was late Sir.”

“Did you have any excuse?”

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

“What is the punishment for boys who are late?”

“Err… 12 strokes of the cane on the bare bottom… err… in front of the class Sir.”

“Is there any reason why I should not carry out this punishment on you?”

I had no option but to seal my fate.

“No Sir.”

“And why are you here Mitchell?”

“Err… I’m not sure Sir?”

“I asked you this morning if you had anything to say about Anderson’s lateness, and you twice said, ‘No Sir’. I will ask you one more time. Do you have anything to say about Anderson’s lateness?”

“Err… No Sir.”

“Do you take me for a fool Mitchell? You deliberately tripped Anderson up.”

“No Sir. He must have tripped on something else Sir. Perhaps he tripped on the cobbles Sir.”

“I saw you put your foot out Mitchell.”

Mitchell just stared at the floor. The whole room jumped, including me, as he crashed the cane down on the desk.

“YOU HAVE BEEN LYING TO ME MITCHELL. I take the most dim view of liars.”

Mr Richardson looked at me, then back to Mitchell.

“Anderson knew you had tripped him, but at no point did he say anything, even though he knew you were lying. He took full responsibility for his actions. You will now take responsibility for yours. Get those clothes off Mitchell.”

Mitchell went pale but started to strip off. Mr Richardson turned to me.

“Anderson, had you not been tripped, you may have made the last bell and just squeaked in. However, you should have left more time to account for such eventualities. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, I agree Sir. I should have been earlier Sir.”

“Indeed you should boy. I will not be caning you on this occasion.”

I let out a quiet sigh of relief.

“You agreed you should have been earlier, and I think you need one of my ‘little reminders’ to get the message hammered home to you. Fetch Miss Eagle’s slipper from that drawer, hand it to me, and get your clothes off.”

My momentary relief had been dashed. I had no option but to pass over that large worn slipper, knowing Mr Richardson would not be just slapping it on my bottom like Miss Eagle had. As I got undressed, I thought it best to fold the clothes neatly, as I didn’t want to incur further wrath from the head. After putting my underwear on top, I received his order.

“Bend over that desk Anderson.”

I did as I was told, then braced myself. No sooner did I feel his hand touch my back, than the first slipper landed. Ooowww that stung! He didn’t hang about, and I barely got out a grunt when five more came down in rapid order.

“Stand up Anderson.”

My bottom was in flames. I went to rub as I got up, only to receive a stern warning.

“No rubbing Anderson. Put those hands on your head. Now Anderson, what has my ‘little reminder’ taught you?”

“I must get going earlier for school Sir.”

“Indeed you must Anderson. I will not be so lenient in future. Now, stand in that corner facing the class.”

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”

It was all over, and at least he was quick. As he was dealing with Mitchell, I smiled at Gloria. She gave back the briefest of smiles, no doubt not wanting the head to think she was smiling at Mitchell’s misfortune. He was not so lucky as me. That cane slashed into his backside again and again, and his wails were now continuous. He had collapsed onto the desk, but there was no let up and he must have received over 20 strokes before the head stopped.

“STAND UP MITCHELL!”

He slowly put his hands on the desk to push himself upright. He went to feel his bum, only to get another whack.

“GET THOSE HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!”

He shrieked as he snapped his hands on his head. I felt no sympathy, as he was the architect of his own misfortunes. If he’d told the truth earlier, I might have been lucky enough to have been let off completely, although I knew I had actually been fortunate to receive just six slippers. The worst of the flames were beginning to die down now, with a continuous burning tingle left, which was the head’s ‘little reminder’ to be earlier in future. Mitchell’s luck was right out, as his bottom was purple all over, and there were tears streaming down his face. I was surprised to see that little winkle was sticking up; a thin tube just 2 inches long with a point of skin still covering the head. Mr Richardson smiled at Gloria.

“Miss Dalby, would you be so kind as to take this boy to see matron. She needs to put some iodine on his sore bottom. We don’t want him to get an infection there, do we?”

She allowed herself a fleeting grin.

“Definitely not Sir.”

Mitchell’s tear streamed face was a picture of absolute terror as Gloria took his hand. The head started the lesson and had been speaking for a minute when we heard deafening screams coming from Matron’s office just outside, interspersed with her voice telling him to keep still and not be such a baby. This went on for a good five minutes before the noise abated. A minute later a blubbing Mitchell was led in by Gloria, who took him straight into the other corner facing the class. His bottom was now brown all over and that little winkle had almost shrunk back inside him. The head nodded.

“Thank you Miss Dalby. Please resume your seat.”

The head was teaching the girls algebra. I quite liked that and it was clear Polkerry was several years behind what I was learning in London. I could see Gloria was bored, then she looked at me and smiled. She was in the front row and I was puzzled when her skirt started to rise. As it got to her knees, she opened her legs to flash me with those navy blue knickers. Oh no, not now! I was petrified as it rose. Several girls tittered, but Mr Richardson silenced them with a look. I was praying it would go back down before he saw it and was relieved when it begin to collapse. She then did it again and there were a few giggles. My knees went weak as he turned and saw my boner. I knew I was for it.

“If we were on the beach Anderson, I’d send you back in the water. You’re distracting my girls. Face the wall boy.”

“Err… Yes Sir.”

I couldn’t turn round quick enough in case he changed his mind. I spent the rest of the lesson with my bum facing the girls as I went through their algebra questions in my head. That sure made it stay under control. Eventually the day ended, and the head told me I could go. I went to get dressed but he passed my clothes over to Gloria and smiled.

“I think it best if we let our sea breezes cool the boy’s bottom. Perhaps you’d take his clothes and see him home.”

That smile disappeared as he reverted to his headmaster’s voice.

“One other thing Miss Dalby. I think your skirt must have got caught on the underside of the desk. It seems to have ridden right up. Please see it does not happen again.”

Gloria went scarlet as she knew she’d been busted. Mr Richardson must have eyes in the back of his head.

“Err… Yes Sir. Err… Sorry Sir.”

“And you Anderson will get to school earlier.”

“Yes Sir. Without fail Sir.”

He nodded, then smiled at Jennifer.

“Miss Jennifer Garland. Would you be so kind as to take Mitchell’s clothes and see he gets home? The Mitchells live at number 25, two doors up from Mrs Bentley. Please present my compliments to Mrs Mitchell and tell her that this miscreant boy got caned for lying at school.”

Gloria grabbed my hand and whisked me out the door as fast as she could, in order to get away from the head. She waited outside for Jennifer, who was holding the hand of a very dejected Mitchell, as Dawn tagged along behind her. The head was right, the sea breeze felt good as it cooled my still burning bum. I heard a call from behind me.

“Hello Jennifer Freckle. How are you enjoying staying in Polkerry with my sister and nieces?”

It was the guard from the train journey down. Jennifer rushed over and gave him a hug.

“We’ve been made so welcome here, and thanks for your introduction to Mrs Bentley. She was so good and put me and Dawn in with Rebecca and Samantha, and Ed and Bob are at Mrs Dalby’s next door, with Elizabeth, Gloria and Faith.”

“I see your cousin has had a run in with Whacker.”

Gloria grinned as she told him what happened. It turns out he was her uncle.

“Hi uncle Frank. Ed was late and had one of Mr Richardson’s ‘little reminders’ to make sure he will get to school earlier. He is getting the usual follow up of allowing the sea breezes to cool his bare bottom on the way home.”

He gave me a big grin.

“Been there Ed. You’ll be standing up for tea tonight and sleeping on your tummy too. You should be able to sit down for breakfast… if you’re careful that is. Those hard school benches the next day are a bit much after one of his ‘little reminders’, but you will just have to put up with that I’m afraid.”

He looked over to Mitchell.

“And what has Rupert done to get the works, including iodine from matron.”

“He tripped up Ed while he was running to get to school, uncle Frank, and that was what made him late. Rupert then lied to the head, even though Mr Richardson saw him do it.”

“You were lucky only to get a little reminder Ed. He’s very hot on being late. He’s even hotter on liars Rupert. I suspect your mum and dad will have a lot to say, and they usually communicate with naughty boys through their bottoms.”

I saw Mitchell go white when he realised his punishment was not yet over.

“I’ll see you later Jennifer Freckle. I need to see Jim at the garage, then I’ll be joining you and my sister for tea. Tell your mum I’ll pop in to see you all before I leave Gloria.”

He had a big grin as Jennifer and Gloria each gave him a kiss on his cheek. We arrived at number 25, and Jennifer knocked on the door. She launched into the speech about Mr Richardson’s compliments as Mitchell hung his head. She finished with her sweetest smile, and his mum returned it.

“Thank you so much my dear. It was most kind of you to bring him home. I can take it from here.”

The fun began when she scowled at her son and took off her slipper. Mitchell’s ear was grabbed with one hand to drag him inside, as the other hand laid into him with her slipper.

“What lies have you been telling at school now? And just look at you. You told me you’d grown hair down there and needed trunks to go swimming. That’s another of your lies. No wonder you still act like a five-year-old when you’ve got a tiny winkle to match that age. When I’ve finished roasting your butt. you won’t be sitting down for a week. And you’ll get more when your father comes home.”

We took the remaining few steps home to an accompaniment of Mitchell’s screams and sobs. The girls were delighted to giggle away to their heart’s content, as Mr Richardson wasn’t here. We said see you later to the twins as Gloria opened the door, and we went in. Mrs Dalby smiled when she saw me come through the door stark naked.

“Turn round Edward.”

I did as I was told, and she laughed.

“I see Whacker hasn’t lost his touch with his ‘little reminders’. All six slippers bang on target.”

I wondered how she knew I’d only had the slipper, as we’d just got back. She came up close and felt my bum.

“Still hot. You’d better go and lay face down on the couch.”

I had been standing all afternoon and was glad to get the weight off my feet. She chuckled.

“I doubt you’ll be sitting for a while Edward. You will definitely be standing up for your tea and sleeping on your stomach tonight. Gloria, pop up to my room and fetch the green ointment. You can rub it in while I get the tea ready.”

Gloria grinned at me, but after what happened to Mitchell, I was a bit concerned as she shot off upstairs.

“Err… Mrs Dalby… err… it doesn’t… err… sting… err… does it?”

“All the village must have heard Nurse Cooper putting iodine on that little sod’s bottom. The head only adds that if a boy has done something especially bad. I’ve never liked that kid and he got what he deserved. Adding the iodine was perfect, making it sting so much more. Don’t worry Edward, this one doesn’t hurt at all, and Gloria will be gentle.”

Gloria came back down with a tub of green stuff and gave me a smile.

“Budge up Ed so I can do your bum.”

The couch was quite narrow, but I moved across and gave out an appreciative moan as she soothed my roasting backside.

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Ed was so brave as he came back to school with me. I was sure his lateness was my fault, as I had taken so long to do up his buttons, but he dismissed the idea and said he should have got going earlier. I would have to watch him get caned, and boys always end up crying after a caning from Mr Richardson. I didn’t want to see my Ed in tears. As he stood alongside that perv, he gave me a smile, but I didn’t think there was much to smile about. Mr Richardson did his usual dragging things out by getting the boy to tell us what he had done wrong, even making Ed confirm there was no reason why he should not get the normal 12 strokes. Ed had told me what happened, but that slimeball kept denying it, even when the head told him he’d seen him do it. We all jumped out of our seats as the head smashed the cane down on the desk and accused Mitchell of lying, the worst offence in his book. That nasty piece of work went white when the head told him to get undressed.

Mr Richardson turned to Ed and said that had Mitchell not tripped him, he probably would have just squeaked in, but he really should have left time to take account of such eventualities. Ed agreed he should have been earlier, and I saw he was as relieved as I was when the head said he was not going to be caned. The relief was dashed when he said he was going to give Ed one of his ‘little reminders’ to hammer home the message to be earlier. This was much less severe than the cane, but 12 slippers was still going to hurt and often made boys cry. Ed stoically undressed and neatly folded his clothes. There was his beautiful willy but, given the circumstances, I had little joy in seeing it. As he folded his underwear on top of the other clothes, Mr Richardson gave Ed his orders.

“Bend over that desk Anderson.”

Ed complied, and I saw him flinch slightly as the head touched his back. Immediately the first landed with a loud whop and in seconds another five came down, then he stopped.

“Stand up Anderson.”

I was obviously happy it was over, but why only six? Twelve was the norm. Having seen him give his ‘little reminders’ to boys many times, I didn’t think he was giving his usual full power whacks either. As Ed got up, I was pleased to see no tears. He was so brave. I saw him go to rub, but he only received a warning instead of the obligatory extra whack.

“No rubbing Anderson. Put those hands on your head. Now Anderson, what has my ‘little reminder’ taught you?”

“I must get going earlier for school Sir.”

“Indeed you must Anderson. I will not be so lenient in future. Now, stand in that corner facing the class.”

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”

As Ed walked over to the corner, we all saw his sore red bum. He had been let off quite lightly, unlike the perv who Mr Richardson was really laying into now. I looked over to Ed. He gave me a smile to let me know he was OK, and I briefly smiled back. I had seen many boys get a stiff willy after their punishment and Ed’s had plumped up a bit but was more or less hanging down. I wonder why boys do that? Perhaps that’s something else they can’t control.

Apart from being a perv, Mitchell was a bit of a bully and I was delighted to see him get his just deserts for tripping up my Ed, not to mention all the other things he had done. He was blubbing before the first cane even landed and let out a piercing screaming when it did, accompanied by a whole bucket-load of tears. It was so satisfying to see the perv in such distress. I counted 24 strokes and those were absolutely full on. He slowly got up, but stupidly went to rub. The head had obviously not forgotten his obligation and Mitchell screamed as it came down on that purple bum. His winkle had gone stiff, but you could have easily overlooked that thin two inch long pink tube with a point of skin. I was delighted when Mr Richardson smiled at me and asked me to take him to matron so she could put some iodine on his sore bum. I had heard the very vocal effect this always had on boys, but this was the first time I had been chosen to take the boy, so I was going to witness it in the flesh – literally. I couldn’t help it, but a brief grin escaped as I grabbed the terror struck boy. Fortunately, the head let me off with just a stern look. I knocked her door and matron opened it with a big smile.

“Good afternoon Miss Dalby. What can I do for you today?”

“Nothing for me Nurse Cooper, but Mr Richardson asked me to bring this naughty little boy here so you could put some iodine on his bottom to make sure it doesn’t get infected.”

I saw a gleam enter her eye.

“Ah yes Miss Dalby. We certainly don’t want that do we? Bring him in. Perhaps you can help, as naughty little boys can be such babies when all I’m doing is trying to make them better.”

As we got in, there was a shiny stainless steel trolley in front of us.

“Right boy. Hop up on there and lay down on your front. And no dawdling.”

He hesitated, and I giggled at his shrieks when nurse smacked his bum to speed him on his way. She just tutted and mumbled ‘such babies’ as she slipped on some surgical gloves and reached for a large brown bottle.

“Perhaps Miss Dalby you can lay across his back, as boys squiggle about so much when I put this stuff on?”

It was great to be in a position to dominate Mitchell. It got even better as she poured some of the smelly brown liquid in the palm of her gloved hand and glared at him.

“I want you to keep your eyes on Miss Dalby as I rub this in boy. No looking away or it’ll be a smacked bottom. Now boy, you might feel a tiny bit of a sting.”

I saw the fear in his eyes, even before she smacked the liquid down hard on that purple bum. When she did, I thought he was going to take off as his eyes and mouth opened wide and he tried to get away. His screams were deafening.

“Stand still boy. Don’t be such a baby. It’s only a bit of iodine to heal your bottom.”

She smiled at me.

“Sorry about the noise Miss Dalby. Put these earplugs in, as we don’t want your tender young ears to get hurt.”

She slapped another dollop of that foul liquid on his bum and proceeded to rub it in hard. Thank heaven for the earplugs as I saw his eyes go wide in terror as his mouth keep opening, but his screams were silent to me. He was squiggling all over the place as she rubbed it well in. It looked like he was trying to say something, so I took an earplug out, but he was only bawling for his mummy. What a cry baby. Matron kept smacking his bottom to get him to stop but that didn’t seem to work. Eventually, she had to sit on him to hold him still. We had to put up with this for what seemed like ages, but matron said it was only five minutes. Finally she was done and opened the door.

“Right boy, you’re done now. Miss Dalby, please take him back to the classroom.”

He was just blubbing away and wouldn’t get off the table. I had to smack his bum to get him to shift. I had removed the ear plugs, and my ears hurt as he screamed the place down for some reason. Nurse Cooper seemed very concerned.

“Oh dear Miss Dalby, you’ve got iodine on you. It is rather strong, and I wouldn’t want your delicate hands to burn.”

After matron gently washed my hands, I took Mitchell back to class and put him in the corner facing into the room. Mr Richardson smiled at me and told me to resume my seat.

I hate algebra, as it is so boring. I was mentally tuning out the head’s droning voice, when I thought I would give Ed a bit of fun. I smiled at him as I slowly pulled my skirt up then opened my legs so he could see the navy blue knickers he had enjoyed that first night. I could see it was working, but he looked worried as it rose up. I waited for it to droop down then did another slow repeat. I heard Pauline and Dawn giggle, but the head glared and shut them up. He then turned to see Ed at full mast. He looked petrified, but I had done this to Rich once, and knew boys were only told to turn round. Sure enough, we all got to look at Ed’s red bum for the rest of the afternoon. Eventually it was the end of school so we could all go home. Ed went to put his clothes on, but Mr Richardson smiled at me as he handed over Ed’s clothes. It was clear that he wanted him to experience that final part of one of his ‘little reminders’, with a naked walk home as the sea breezes wafted over his butt. I got the stock phrase he always said with a grin to the girl he had chosen.

“I think it best if we let our sea breezes cool the boy’s bottom. Perhaps you’d take his clothes and escort him home.”

His face then went serious as he reverted to his headmaster’s voice. Uh oh…

“One other thing Miss Dalby. I think your skirt must have got caught on the underside of the desk. It seems to have ridden right up. Please see it does not happen again.”

I’ve been busted. How did he know? I could feel the scarlet flush creeping over my whole body, as I had to reply.

“Err… Yes Sir. Err… Sorry Sir.”

I heard him ask Jennifer to take Mitchell home and tell his mum why he got caned, but I couldn’t get out of the door quick enough as I grabbed Ed and shot off. We waited outside for Dawn and Jennifer, who was holding that perv. As we walked down the street I heard a familiar voice call out to Jennifer. It was uncle Frank. He wasn’t my real uncle but was Mrs Bentley’s brother. We had been calling him uncle Frank since we were very small. He always popped in to see us when in Polkerry, and sometimes brought us presents if he’d been up to London, so he was the closest to a real uncle we had. He’d obviously been the guard on the evacuee train coming down, as Jennifer gave him a big hug as she thanked him for introducing them to Mrs Bentley.

Uncle Frank looked at Ed and grinned as he could see he’d met Whacker. I told him what happened, and he chuckled ‘Been there Ed’. I got a tingle as I wondered what uncle Frank looked like naked. He saw Mitchell’s bottom, who went white when uncle Frank reminded him his mum and dad were likely to give him more. He had to pop into the garage but promised to call in after he had tea with his sister. Jennifer dropped off Mitchell, and we all grinned to hear his shrieks and blubs as his mum whacked away with her slipper. When we got in, mum saw Ed and got him to turn round.

“I see Whacker hasn’t lost his touch with his ‘little reminders’. All six slippers bang on target.”

How did she know he only got six? Before I could ponder that one, mum chuckled and said Ed would be standing up for his tea tonight. She told him to lay face down on the couch and told me to get the green ointment from her bedroom to rub on Ed’s bottom while she put the tea together. As I came down, I gave Ed a smile and told him to shift over.

I looked up and down his naked body as he lay stretched out alongside me. I rubbed the ointment on his red bottom, and he emitted a pleasurable moan. As I continued, he became so relaxed and I thought he was dropping off to sleep. I decided to slip my hand down between his legs and gently stroked his balls.

“Mmmm… That feels just so good Gloria.”

I got into a routine of three on his bottom and one on his balls, getting an ‘Mmmm’ every fourth stroke. This was fun. Mum came in to lay the table and smiled as she saw what I was doing. Robert, Elizabeth, and Faith came down and sat at the table as mum brought in the food.

“Tea’s ready Edward, up you get.”

She turned to the others and grinned.

“I think Edward will be standing up to eat tonight.”

As Ed got off the couch and stretched, mum laughed.

“My my Edward, every bit of you is standing up tonight.”

Ed went red as he saw he had a rock hard boner.

“Err… I’m sorry Mrs Dalby… err… it happens… err… sometimes.”

Mum looked at me, then at Ed.

“You obviously liked Gloria rubbing you, Edward.”

It was my turn to go red.

“Err… Sorry mum.”

“Come and sit down Gloria, there’s nothing to apologize for. Edward, you can stand here between me and Gloria.”

Elizabeth and Faith grinned as they watched Ed’s boner twitching away. Robert just shrugged and tucked into the food. I could see Faith was studying it intently, then she asked a question.

“Mum, I’ve been counting Edward’s twitches. They are very regular at about 125 per minute. What causes that?”

“A boy’s willy goes stiff when he gets excited, or sometimes when he gets embarrassed. It is not something they have much control over and is caused by blood being pumped into his willy. What you are watching is actually Edward’s heart beating. When you are at rest, your heart beats at between 60 and a 100 times a minute.”

Mum grinned at my little sister.

“125 beats a minute means either Edward is excited, or you can’t count Faith.”

Mum looked down at Ed, then at the clock.

“It’ll be a fun experiment if we all check Edward’s built in heart rate monitor. I’ll watch the second hand and cue you in. OK? Wait for it… Now.”

We all started concentrating, with even Robert staring at it with a grin. I saw Ed going redder and thought it was twitching even faster now. The second hand passed 30 seconds and I was up to 75. It is faster. We were coming up to the minute.

“Stop. What did you get Faith?”

“Rats, I lost count mum.”

“Elizabeth?”

“158 mum.”

“Gloria?”

“The same as Liz mum.”

“Robert?”

“158 Mrs Dalby.”

“Well I got 158 too. Were you counting Edward?”

“Err… 158… err… also… err… Mrs Dalby.”

Mum looked at Ed, who had gone scarlet.

“Edward’s heart rate is very fast, and I think he is looking quite embarrassed. See what embarrassment does to a boy.”

I wondered if that is why a boy goes stiff when he gets spanked in front of us girls. Faith giggled.

“Mum, there’s a little drop on the end of his willy.”

Before she could answer, there was a knock at the door. Mum saw who it was and called out.

“Come in Frank.”

As he came in, he reached into his bag and brought out a large jar of sweets. Uncle Frank was the best.

“Hi Liz. I thought I’d drop in before I get back. Here is something for the kids. You might want to make that last, as there is talk in London of rationing coming in soon because of the war.”

He looked down at Ed as he put the jar on the table and chuckled.

“That always happened to me Ed when I had to stand up for tea. My sister Jean called it ‘coming out in sympathy’. I never did get used to that as she watched it twitching away while I ate. Mine would sometimes leak too, but that can happen to older boys when they get embarrassed standing in the buff while fully clothed girls look you over. We may never have got used to it, but me and my schoolmates just saw it as part of growing up as a boy in Polkerry.”

I got another tingle as I tried to picture uncle Frank’s boner.

“Would you like a cup of tea Frank?”

“Thanks Liz, but I’m on the 5.50 to London tomorrow morning so I’ve got to get to bed early. I’ll just give the girls their goodnight kiss before I go.”

I always loved his kisses, then I remembered how much better it felt when me and Ed kissed on the lips. Uncle Frank put his arms around me as his head moved towards my cheek, but I turned so he landed on my lips. I got a big smile and a wink, as his hands dropped lower and squeezed my bum. That was a most fabulous surprise from my favourite non-uncle. He looked at the boys and nodded, then gave my sisters a chaste kiss on their cheek, then did the same to mum. He gave me another wink as mum took him to the door.

“Bye Frank. Thanks for the kids’ sweets. See you again soon.”

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It was just such a relief as Gloria rubbed my sore bum, and when she slid her hand down to my balls it was fantastic. I was so comfortable lying face down on the couch with her warm hands on my rear, and I felt like I was about to drop off to sleep when Mrs Dalby announced tea was ready.

“Tea’s ready Edward, up you get.”

The others were already seated as Mrs Dalby grinned at them.

“I think Edward will be standing up to eat tonight.”

I smiled at her as I got up to have a big yawn and a stretch. That was when I saw everyone grinning. Mrs Dalby laughed.

“My my Edward, every bit of you is standing up tonight.”

Oh my God, I had a rock hard boner. I must have gone scarlet as I tried to explain.

“Err… I’m sorry Mrs Dalby… err… it happens… err… sometimes.”

Her mum was very smart and instantly worked out why.

“You obviously liked Gloria rubbing you, Edward.”

I saw Gloria go red and apologise. Her mum just chuckled and said no need to apologise as she directed me to stand beside her. Gloria was on the other side of me, desperately trying to avoid looking at the boner everyone knew she had created. Elizabeth and Faith had no such qualms as they grinned at me and looked down at it bobbing up and down. Bob ignored it and just tucked in to his tea. I began to eat when I saw Faith concentrating on my boner. Finally she spoke.

“Mum, I’ve been counting Edward’s twitches. They are very regular at about 125 per minute. What causes that?”

Mrs Dalby explained to Faith what she was seeing.

“A boy’s willy goes stiff when he gets excited, or sometimes when he gets embarrassed. It is not something they have much control over and is caused by blood being pumped into it. What you are watching is actually Edward’s heart beating. When you are at rest, your heart beats at between 60 and a 100 times a minute.”

I wished my mum had explained things, as I didn’t know any of that. Mrs Dalby looked at me, then grinned at Faith.

“125 beats a minute means either Edward is excited, or you can’t count Faith.”

Mrs Dalby looked down at my boner, then proposed a group experiment as they would all check out my heart beat. She looked at the clock, paused, then gave the cue to start counting. If I was embarrassed earlier, it was off the scale now, as everyone was looking at my boner, and I could feel it was bobbing even faster. I had never even thought about checking how fast my heart beats and was intrigued to know, so I decided to count too. When the minute was up, Faith had lost count, but we all had the same at 158 beats a minute. Mrs Dalby said I was looking very embarrassed. I glanced down and was horrified to see my boner was starting to leak. Please let nobody notice. That was when Faith giggled.

“Mum, there’s a little drop on the end of his willy.”

A knock on the door diverted attention. It was the guard popping back with a large jar of sweets. He dropped the jar on the table and chuckled as he saw me standing there with a boner.

“That always happened to me Ed when I had to stand up for tea. My sister Jean called it ‘coming out in sympathy’. I never did get used to that as she watched it twitching away while I ate. Mine would sometimes leak too, but that can happen to older boys when they get embarrassed standing in the buff while fully clothed girls look you over. We may never have got used to it, but me and my schoolmates just saw it as part of growing up as a boy in Polkerry.”

He had to leave as he was on an early train to London. He leant down to give Faith a goodnight kiss, but she turned at the last moment and he landed on her lips. I saw him wink at her, and did he just squeeze her bum? He nodded to me and Bob, then gave a normal kiss on the cheek to the girls and Mrs Dalby. After he left, I was hoping Faith had been distracted, but she came back to that drop. Fortunately, Mrs Dalby said Uncle Frank just told you, and she left it at that.

Bob said Pauline had invited him for some more swimming practice. Mrs Dalby reminded him of the rule for boys with no hair, but he was already stripping off, no doubt eager for more squeezes. Faith was going over to play with Jane, and Mrs Dalby had Gloria and Elizabeth clear away the tea things and do the washing up. I offered to help, but Mrs Dalby seemed surprised as she said it was women’s work. I had some homework to do, but she smiled and let me off doing it tonight, as I would have to stand up. She suggested I lay back on the couch, and get it done tomorrow afternoon.

Elizabeth came out a short while later and sat at the desk to do her homework. When Gloria came in with her mum, she asked me if I wanted to go for a swim with Bob and Pauline before it got dark. Her mum looked at Gloria.

“Have you got any homework?”

“Err… Mr Richardson gave us some algebra homework. Can I do it tomorrow? You said Ed could.”

“Ed has got a sore bottom and can’t do homework standing up. Do you have a sore bottom?”

Her mum had a serious face as she looked at Gloria.

“I can give you one now if you like.”

Nice try to get out of homework, but mums are always too smart. I would love to help Gloria with her algebra.

“I can help Gloria with her homework Mrs Dalby. Maths is my favourite subject.”

“Hmmm. Gloria does her homework at the desk in her room. I’m not sure about having a boy in a girl’s bedroom.”

“Perhaps mum I could do my homework in the boys’ bedroom. Ed could lay down on his bed while he helps me.”

I saw Mrs Dalby give her daughter a funny look. Gloria gave her best smile.

“Pretty please mum.”

She gave a loud tut.

“Oh, I suppose so. Don’t forget it is school tomorrow Gloria, so you need to be ready for bed by 9. You too Edward.”

Mrs Dalby chuckled.

“Silly me, you already are. I want you washed and dressed for breakfast at 7, and you must be out of the house by 7.45.”

I rubbed my sore bottom as I grinned at her.

“I most certainly will be Mrs Dalby!”

Gloria grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs before her mum could change her mind.

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