Life at Oakdale School

Life at Oakdale School 1

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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Life at Oakdale School.

Oakdale School is a small private boarding school in the countryside catering for about 100 older boys and girls from 13 to 18. 13-year-old Nicholas Johnson had just moved from a large city day school to live in at Oakdale, where his father had been taught. He soon found life in the boarding school was very different from his city school.

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It was a cool September morning when 13-year-old Nicholas Johnson stepped onto the platform at Oakdale Station. He saw several boys and girls his age also alight from the train, all wearing a brand new green blazer with the school crest embroidered on the top left pocket, just like him. On their head, the girls had a straw boater with a green and white ribbon, while he had a school cap with that same crest on the front. The girls wore immaculately pleated grey school skirts ending just above the knee. Uniform code for boys in the lower school at Oakdale required them to wear grey trousers which also ended just above the knee. Unlike at his old school, long trousers were only permitted for boys in the upper school on reaching year 11. Coupled with the obligatory short ankle socks, he felt like a little boy as the autumn breeze played over his bare legs. One of the girls caught his eye and smiled. She came over.

“Are you new too?”

She stretched out her hand.

“I’m Roberta Symonds.”

He smiled as he shook her hand.

“Yes, this is my first day. I’m Nicholas Johnson, but everyone calls me Nick.”

“This is my first time away from home Nick. It’s a bit daunting.”

“Same here Roberta. My father was a pupil at Oakdale 20 years ago, and I got signed up virtually when I was born.”

She gave him her best smile.

“Roberta is a bit formal. You can call me Bobby. All my friends do.”

Nick was pleased to have made a friend already, and a girl too. Just then a call came from the far end of the platform.

“All Oakdale pupils bring your luggage here to board the school minibus.”

Nick did what his mother had always taught her son to do.

“Allow me to take your case Bobby?”

Bobby thought this cute boy was so polite as he picked up her small suitcase.

“Thanks Nick. The uniform list they gave us girls covered so much that mum had most of my stuff sent on separately.”

Nick had a much larger and heavier suitcase in his other hand.

“I managed to get all my stuff in here.”

She saw him carry both cases with ease. That is one very fit boy she thought. She could see the muscles on his calves and his bare legs were covered in dark hairs. Bobby pictured the muscular frame he must have under his clothes and felt quite a tingle between her legs. As they got to the minibus, they were greeted by a tall man with a clipboard while a much older man was at the back packing all the suitcases in.

“Welcome to Oakdale School. My name is Mr Davies and I’m the deputy head. Pass your cases over to our school porter and we will soon be able to get going. We will take you to your dormitory first so you can put your stuff away before a tour round the premises then we have an induction seminar in the school hall at 11am. This is followed by lunch, with your first lessons after that. I hope you all like sport as it is swimming and PE for year 9 this afternoon.”

Mr Davies smiled as two boys and several girls groaned.

“We place great emphasis on sport here. Healthy body, healthy mind is our maxim, so you had all best get used to it.”

He gave a grin.

“I bet you can’t wait for the crisp days of winter when we have to break the ice on the school pool for our morning dip, followed by a run around the sports field to get warmed up again.”

Even Nick, who loved sport, shuddered at the thought. The school porter took the cases off him and put them in the back with the others. The kids began to get on the minibus and Nick politely held back for Bobby to board first. Mr Davies was checking the back and never saw the boy who pushed past Bobby to grab a seat. She decided to say nothing as she didn’t want to make a fuss but gave the rude boy a glare and committed his face to memory. She sat down in the seat behind, then smiled at Nick as she patted the seat, beckoning him to sit beside her. There were quite a few kids to get in, so Mr Davies told them to sit three to a double seat. Another girl sat beside him and gave them both a smile.

“Hi. I’m Julie Brown. It’s a bit of a crush in here.”

Nick and Bobby introduced themselves as they set off along the rough track to the school up in the hills. Bouncing about, both girls’ skirts began to ride up. Nick started to get hot and looked down to see their skirts were now half way up their thighs and those warm, long, smooth, so feminine, legs were pressing against his. He could not stop the inevitable consequence as he was squeezed between the girls. His hands were holding the seat in front and with each bounce he could feel the front of his short trousers push forward a bit more. In order to distract his brain he tried to solve the most complex quadratic equations in his head, but that was not working. Julie felt him squiggling about.

“Are you OK Nick, you seem restless?”

Julie looked down and could not miss it. She giggled as she leant across and whispered.

“Hey Bobby, I think Nick’s got a problem. He has a boner.”

He went red as both girls looked down at his problem.

“Err… Sorry. Err… That happens… err… to boys… err… sometimes.”

Nick was wedged between these two girls so could not move. He was shocked as Bobby reached down and gave the front a squeeze. She whispered to Julie.

“He might be in short trousers, but he’s definitely not a little boy.”

Nick was pleased with Bobby’s comment but could do nothing as Julie then decided to verify her fellow pupil’s assessment. The girls’ delicate fingers did not help his problem one little bit.

“You’re right Bobby. It must be so embarrassing having a willy that sticks out sometimes. Why does it do that Nick?”

He couldn’t possibly explain that to a girl, especially not to one he’d only just met.

“Err… err… err…”

Bobby grabbed his cap and dropped it in his lap.

“Use this to cover up. When we get out, Julie will keep close in front of you. Is that OK with you Julie?”

“Sure Bobby.”

Julie lifted the cap and did some rearranging so it was less noticeable. After placing his cap back, she smiled.

“That better Nick? Stick by me and no one will notice. How long does a boy’s willy take to go down?”

He was shocked how forward these girls were, but their concern did seem genuine and their touch had felt fabulous.

“Err… It depends. Err… Sometimes a few minutes… err… but often longer. Err… Having your… err… bare legs… err… rubbing against mine… err… is not helping.”

The girls stored this information about how to arouse a boy but did feel sorry for his embarrassment. Julie smiled.

“Sorry Nick. I’ll just get my skirt to drop back down then move my legs away.”

Julie stood up so her skirt fell in place, then sat down with her legs in the aisle. Bobby pulled her dress back down too. With a bit more room, Nick could no longer feel those warm, long, smooth, so feminine, legs and began to calm down.

“Err… Thanks girls.”

When they reached the school, the girls went off to check out their dormitory with Miss Ferguson, their house mistress. Nick saw Julie and Bobby glance down at his short trousers. He grinned back at them as he put his cap back on and gave the thumbs up. The girls winked at him as they walked away. Mr Yelland, their house master, took the year 9 boys off to see their dorm, which consisted of a row of 10 metal beds each with a small desk and a wardrobe alongside.

“Right boys, pick a bed and put your stuff away. I’ll be back in a few minutes to show you round and set out our rules.”

Nick soon got his stuff all sorted and sat on the bed as he introduced himself to his neighbour.

“Hi, I’m Nicholas Johnson, but everyone calls me Nick. I’ve not been away from home before. How about you?”

“This is my first time away too. The name is Jim Reynolds.”

Mr Yelland returned with a lady alongside and called the boys together.

“Right boys, I guess most of have not been away from home before, so this might seem strange to you, but you’ll soon get used to our big happy family. This is Mrs Yelland, who will act as our house mother. Like any family we have rules, which are on the notice board. Learn them and see you do not break any. Now, we’ll show you round.”

He pushed on a swing door and they could see a tiled bathroom with four shower heads on one side, a urinal on the other, and four toilets at the back. It was all open with no partitions, and the swing door had no lock.

“My wife supervises the evening and morning ablutions to see there is no horseplay and to check you have all cleaned yourselves properly.”

Mrs Yelland saw the concerned looks on all the boys and gave them a reassuring smile.

“You little boys have got nothing any mother has not seen many times before. I’ve witnessed the little winkles of every boy at Oakland mature over their years here and you’ll be no different. Just treat me as you would your own mother.”

It had been six years since Nick’s mother last saw him naked, and she’d certainly not seen him taking a dump since he finished potty training 12 years ago. He wasn’t sure about his evening and morning routine being in front of other boys either. His classmates all had similar worries. Mr Yelland laid it on the line for them.

“You’re all 13-year-old boys with the same boy parts, so you’ll just have to get used to seeing each other in the buff and using the facilities. It is all part of our school ethos that air circulating around growing bodies is good for them. As you may have noticed from the uniform list, pyjamas were not included as boys all sleep naked here. Any questions?”

They saw ten even more worried faces, but the boys remained silent. Mrs Yelland covered the next subject.

“At Oakdale, we do understand that boys your age will be finding out about growing bodies and what they can do, especially when you are in bed. That is all quite natural, but you are expected not to make a mess on the bedding. Our staff have enough to do cleaning up after pupils, without washing sheets every day. In the desk drawer you will find a box of tissues and boys are required to make use of them. I will warn you that if a wet dream occurs you will have to take the soiled sheets to young Miss Jones in the laundry and ask her for clean ones so you can remake your bed. Regular attention to your body should ensure that awkward task will not be necessary.”

The two adults saw six red faces and four puzzled ones, letting them know which boys had yet to discover the fun to be had between their legs. They knew the six would soon enlighten the four. Jim looked at his new mate and whispered.

“What’s she talking about?”

Jim was even more baffled to see Nick’s face get redder.

“Err… I’ll… err… tell you… err… later.”

Mr Yelland spoke next.

“When you have used the tissues, they go in the waste bin alongside your bed. It is the task of the bin monitor to empty them first thing each morning and bag everything up. I need a volunteer.”

He pointed to the nearest boy with that puzzled look.

“What’s your name young man?”

“Jenkins sir.”

“Congratulations Jenkins, you’ve just volunteered to be the bin monitor. Another duty of the bin monitor is to open the windows before emptying the bins to let in some fresh air. You also get the key to the stores cupboard and are responsible for dishing things out and maintaining our stock records. If any of you boys need a new box of tissues, just ask Jenkins.”

Mr and Mrs Yelland gave the boys a smile, then he continued.

“It is our job to be your counsellors, so if you have any problems at all, just ask me or my wife. We have been looking after boys at Oakdale for over 10 years and it is unlikely that your problem will not be one all boys get from time to time, so don’t be afraid or embarrassed to talk with us. A problem shared is a problem halved, and anything you say will be treated in the strictest of confidence. My wife has to get off now, so I’ll show you round the school before we get to the hall for your induction.”

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Mr Yelland took them down the back stairs, where first stop was the laundry. He introduced them to young Miss Jones who was barely 5 years older than they were. She explained her duties and gave them a smirk as she said she looked forward to seeing them again. Mr Yelland saw the same six boys go red and knew they wouldn’t be taking soiled sheets down to her. After a tour round the library, science lab, gymnasium, pool, and canteen, they all trouped into the hall just as the girls came in with Miss Ferguson. One of the canteen ladies was pouring out 20 cups of tea alongside a mound of buns, and the deputy head was already there. He clapped his hands to get their attention.

“Right, grab a cup of tea and a bun, then start introducing yourselves to your new classmates before we begin.”

Bobby and Julie came over. Bobby gave Nick a cheeky grin.

“Hi Nick. Any more problems come up?”

Nick had a year younger sister and one a year older, so was used to having lots of girls around the house all the time and could easily handle this typical good-natured banter between the sexes. He gave a tut and a shake of the head as he ignored her question and introduced his new mate.

“This is Jim Reynolds. Jim, this is Roberta Symonds and Julie Brown.”

Bobby stuck out her hand.

“Pleased to meet you Jim. My friends call me Bobby.

Jim was an only child and had always been nervous around girls.

“Err… I’m pleased to meet you… err… Bobby.”

He wondered if calling this girl Bobby on first meeting her wasn’t a bit presumptuous. Jim was relieved to see her give him a smile. He turned to Julie.

“Err… Pleased to… err… meet you too… err… Julie”

She gave him a grin.

“You look really cute in those short trousers Jim.”

He was shocked when Julie touched his knee then slid her hand partway up his thigh to under his trousers.

“You’ve got a nice pair of legs there Jim. They’re as smooth as a baby’s bottom.”

Nick saw Jim was blushing and knew he needed to be rescued from this brazen girl. Nick gave Julie a bit of a frown.

“Play nice Julie.”

She realised she’d overstepped the mark to embarrass Jim. She did think he looked cute and put on a contrite face.

“I’m sorry Jim. I hope we can be friends.”

“Err… I’m sure… err… we can… err… Julie.

She leant in to reinforce her apology with the sweetest of pecks on this cute boy’s cheek.

“Thanks Jim.”

He had never felt anything so wonderful. Jim had a huge grin that was not going away any time soon. Miss Ferguson was nearby and had seen what happened. She smiled to herself as she saw the look on the boy’s face. It was probably his first kiss from a girl his age but rules were rules. She gave a cough.

“Miss Brown. We do not permit PDAs in school.”

Julie looked puzzled.

“PDAs Miss?”

“Public Displays of Affection Miss Brown. You may not kiss a boy in school…”

Julie noticed a smile momentarily flit across her face as Miss Ferguson looked at Jim.

“…especially when the boy is so clearly liking it.”

Julie saw Jim go scarlet. She gave her house mistress a grin.

“Sorry Miss Ferguson. You will not catch me doing it again Miss Ferguson.”

Julie was given just the merest hint of a wink.

“I hope not Miss Brown.”

The deputy head called everyone to order.

“Take a seat and we’ll begin.”

When the scraping of chairs had finished he addressed the new pupils.

“I was pleased to see you were all chatting away to each other and making friends. I am sure you will be making many lifelong friends here at Oakdale School. I would like each of you to stand up and tell the whole class a bit about you. We will start on the end of the row with you young lady. Miss Symonds wasn’t it?”

Bobby stood up, marvelling how Mr Davies could remember her name as she had only said it once to him at the station.

“Yes sir. I’m Roberta Symonds, but my friends call me Bobby. I was born and raised in Manchester and have a brother who is a year older than me and a sister who is two year’s younger than me. At my old school I particularly liked English and science and was quite good at hockey. At home, my dad taught me woodworking skills, and he reckoned I was going to be good with my hands. I like reading and socialising with my friends. This is my first time away from home. Err… That’s about it I guess sir.”

“Thank you Miss Symonds. Mr Jones does woodwork here. Not many girls take that and I am sure he will be pleased to see you.”

He gave her a big grin as he chuckled.

“Having seen some of the work our boys turn out, you will undoubtedly raise the standard Miss Symonds.”

The class laughed at his quip and he smiled to hear a few girls say, ‘Go girl’. He was interested in student dynamics and had been observing their interactions. He noted Johnson had sat next to a girl. Reynolds was more typical choosing to sit next to a boy. Miss Brown was interesting as she had deliberately chosen to sit next to Reynolds. He smiled inwardly as he recalled the look on Reynolds’ face at her peck on his cheek, probably his first kiss from a girl. Miss Brown’s reply showed she had clearly taken Miss Ferguson’s hint to keep it private in future. PDAs invariably cause problems around the school, and boys and girls need to learn quickly that society expects such matters to be in private. Puberty is a fascinating time to study children as their social circles expand to include the opposite sex.

“Let’s hear from the boy next to you. The floor is yours Johnson.”

Nick got up and thought it simplest to follow Bobby’s example for a potted history of Nicholas Johnson.

“Thank you sir. I’m Nicholas Johnson and my friends call me Nick. I also come from Manchester but went to a different school to Bobby, so today is the first time we’ve met. I have two sisters, one a year older than me and one a year younger. At my old school I particularly liked maths and science and was the captain of the junior rugby team. As my mum and dad will readily attest, I am rubbish at woodwork. My dad went to Oakdale when he was my age and put my name down for here as soon as I was born. At home, I like playing on my games console and I’m into fishing and birdwatching. This is also my first time away from home. That’s it sir.”

He noted he called Miss Brown Bobby even though they had just met. No doubt being the middle child with two sisters explained his easy manner with girls.

“Thank you Johnson. Games consoles only in the dorm, and not after 10pm. Got that Johnson?”

“Yes sir.”

“I am sure our PE teacher, Mr Collins, will be having you try out for our second 15 team Johnson.”

Nick smiled and nodded in acknowledgement, as the deputy head called on Jim.

“Err… My name is James Reynolds, but everyone calls me Jim. Err… My previous school was in Bedford, but I was only there for a year as my dad is in the air force and he gets posted about a lot. Err… I like maths and English, but I’m not very good at sport. At home… err… there is just me. I like reading and am also into gaming. Err… I like fishing too. Err… I’ve never been away from home before. That’s about all sir.”

“Gaming only in the dorm and not after 10pm. OK Reynolds? We have a drama club here and many English students join that. I’m sure you will enjoy it Reynolds. Miss Brown, let’s hear from you now.”

She gave the deputy head a smile as she stood up.

“Thank you sir. I’m Juliette Brown and my friends call me Julie. Just like Jim, my folks are in the forces. I have been to so many schools, but most recently a school in Caernarfon where I picked up a smattering of Welsh, so ‘Bore da i chi gyd’, which means ‘Good morning to you all’. I have a twin brother, coincidentally also called Jim. I love English and am into theatre studies and acting. I am OK at science and maths but sport is not really my thing. At home, I like reading and love cooking. Master Chef is my favourite TV programme and gives me so many ideas. I have a games console but am not very good at it. I love nature and am trying to identify everything I see from birds down to the tiniest insect and plant. I was in a boarding school some years ago, but not since. That’s Julie Brown sir.”

“Thank you Miss Brown. I grew up in North Wales, so ‘Bore da’ to you. You spoke Welsh like a native Miss Brown.”

Julie was pleased to have picked up on Mr Davies’ accent and had decided to throw in some Welsh just for him. He could see she was an outgoing student and would be good for an only child like Reynolds with whom she had quite a lot in common. No doubt he would be improving her gaming skills and she would rope him into the drama club.

“You heard our rules about gaming consoles Miss Brown. We do get out on nature rambles regularly with Mr Robertson, and we have a cookery club here. At the end of each term the club makes a special school dinner. I look forward to sampling your creations Miss Brown.”

She grinned.

“I’ll try not to poison you sir.”

There was a roar of laughter and the deputy head chuckled at this new girl who was already confident enough to joke with a senior member of staff. This was just the sort of spirited pupil Oakdale wanted to encourage.

“I’m glad to hear that Miss Brown.”

Once everyone had said their introductions, he launched into his annual spiel.

“You will now have seen most of the school, and I am sure in a day or two you will know your way around. We expect all pupils to help each other, so if you need directions ask another student. They were newbies once and will understand. If you have any general problems, you should discuss them with your house master or house mistress. Medical problems may be taken up with matron or the school nurse. Be warned, they can spot a malingerer a mile away. You will long remember a large dose of their special recipe castor oil and will always regret trying to pull the wool over their eyes.”

“School uniform must be worn during school hours, but you may wear approved casual clothes after 4pm and at weekends. Approved casual clothes are those in the uniform list provided to your parents. Until year 11, casual wear for boys is short trousers. Girls may wear shorts or skirts. If you wish to go into town you must get a pass from your house master or house mistress. While in town, school uniform is to be worn at all times, even at weekends. You are representing our school and we expect your behaviour to be impeccable. Any failure to uphold our standards whilst in town reflects badly on our whole school and will be treated very seriously.”

“Phones. We accept that today’s boy or girl can be very attached to their mobiles, but here at Oakdale phones must always be switched off during school hours between 9 and 4, at all times when in the library, and during meal times. School is for learning, the library for studying, and meal and break times are for socialising directly not for burying faces in screens. Also, phones are not to be used near the pool, gym, or sports fields. For those who have their phones with them, please check they are off now.”

He saw all 20 students reach for their pockets, look at the screens, hold down the power button, then pop them back.

“Thank you. Anyone whose phone rings during class, in the library, or at break or meal times will have their phones confiscated for seven days without exception. Anyone caught sharing their phone with a pupil whose phone has been removed will receive the same penalty. We have found that taking away phones for seven days is regarded as the worst punishment ever, so you have been warned. Anyone using their phone near the gym, pool or sports fields will have their phone removed for the rest of term. There is a WiFi network here, and pupils can access it for school and private purposes. The access code is OakdaleIsGreat. Each word is capitalised, no spaces, all one word. Your phones are switched off, so you will have to wait until after 4pm to enter the code to start messaging your friends. The code isn’t difficult to remember and you will soon come to know the accuracy of our WiFi phrase.”

“Oakdale is now a co-educational school and we expect boys to be polite to the girls and treat them with respect at all times. Any girl who feels they have been disrespected by a boy should draw this to the attention of the nearest member of the teaching staff immediately, who, if satisfied, will permit the girl to administer a maximum of six smacks to the boy’s bottom straight away. This is on the bare and is carried out in front of anyone who is around. At Oakdale we have many cherished traditions, one of which is that spankings here are always accepted without complaint with the spankee baring their own bottom. Such are the importance of our traditions, that failure to follow them is regarded as disrespect to our school and the spanker may increase the punishment by up to a further six smacks.”

Mr Davies saw all the girls had a big smirk as they looked at 10 very nervous boys, who could see clear and painful scope for abuse. He continued in the knowledge that those smirks would soon disappear.

“Equality is of the utmost importance at Oakdale, and girls are on their honour to treat boys fairly and with respect at all times. If a boy considers a girl has abused the trust we place in them, he is expected to accept the punishment, but may then put his case to our appeal tribunal consisting of 3 boy prefects and 3 girl prefects plus the senior house master and senior house mistress, with myself or the headmaster present and having a casting vote. If the appeal is dismissed, the girl may repeat the spanking at a time and place of her choosing. If the appeal is granted, such disrespect will be dealt with by the boy being permitted to give the girl twice as many spanks at a time and place of his choosing. Such spankings will, of course, be in front of whoever is around at the chosen place and time, and in our traditional manner.”

He saw a girl raise her hand with a look of horror on her face.

“Yes Miss Bishop.”

“But we are girls. Boys obviously need spanking, but girls do not get spanked, and certainly not by boys. As to lowering our own…”

The girl dropped her voice to a whisper for the word she could barely mention in the presence of boys.

“…panties… err… in front of a boy, that is impossible!”

The deputy head noted Miss Bishop had not shown the respect that was expected when talking to a male adult by addressing him as ‘sir’, but decided to let that ride this first time, as she was obviously agitated.

“Thank you Miss Bishop. When the decision was made to go co-educational, a great deal of discussion centred around the issue of equality. Pupils here had always been expected to treat each other with respect, and it was decided that it would be unfair for our cherished traditions to apply to only half of our school. Our reasoning and decision for total equality has been set out in a letter to your parents, all of whom have confirmed in writing that they accept our standards of equality. They expect their daughter to treat a boy as fairly and with respect as they would expect their girl to be treated by any decent son. Our appeal system has an equality of the sexes to ensure fairness in any decisions.”

He saw Miss Bishop scowl, and the girls now looked equally as nervous as the boys.

“I trust you all understand the full implications of Oakdale’s disrespecting policy, and girls will not make frivolous accusations, nor boys frivolous appeals. I am pleased to say appeals are rare, as we only had two last year, both of which were decided with a unanimous vote. One was dismissed, and one was granted. Both pupils chose their time and place as the canteen at lunchtime.”

He let the personal consequences of a bare bottom spanking in front of the whole school by one of their opposite sex peers sink in. He decided not to go on to say that in both cases the aggrieved party had been mature enough to be satisfied to have won their case and accepted a public apology in the canteen then waived their right to carry out the spanking.

“Now we get to our school rules, which are there to maintain good order within our community. On the notice boards, you will find a list of school rules and these should all be learnt immediately. Punishments can be lines for first offences, or spankings for persistent offences. Punishments will be given by your house master or house mistress if they take place in your dorms. In class, punishments will be given by your teacher. In the grounds or in the halls and common rooms, prefects can punish rule breakers. Spankings are done immediately in front of whoever happens to be around and fully upholding Oakdale traditions. The most serious infringements are dealt with by the headmaster at school assembly using the cane. Well that is all, as it is time for lunch. Your afternoon lessons start at 2pm prompt.”

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After an unexpectedly good lunch, the kids wandered down to the gym and pool for their first lessons at Oakdale. Julie grinned at Jim.

“I thought we were on to a winner being able to spank a boy’s bare bottom, but it looks like the potential comeback is too risky. I would just love to spank your cute tushie on the bare Jim.”

He went red as she gave his bottom a rub. She then looked all round and, seeing no teachers, leant in to give him another peck on his cheek. Jim went scarlet but thought a hundred bare bottom spankings from this pretty girl would be worth it just to get another of her kisses. He felt his willy began to tingle and swell. Jim was puzzled, as it had been doing that a lot recently. They got to the gym to be greeted by two teachers in track suits.

“I’m Mr Collins, your PE teacher, and this is Miss Lancaster, your swimming teacher. The boys changing room is there alongside the pool, and the girls changing room is right here alongside the gym. Off you go and get yourselves ready. I will see you girls in the gym, and Miss Lancaster wants you boys by the pool ready for the pre-swimming inspection.”

Miss Lancaster spoke to the girls.

“We do not want more time wasted at changeover, so you girls will have read how to get ready now for your swimming lesson with me later. Off you go boys. I want you all poolside ready for swimming in three minutes.”

As the girls trotted off, Nick was worried. His mother had received the full list of clothing and equipment required by the school, but there had been no mention of PE or swimming kit. Other boys were equally concerned. As they got in the changing rooms, two smug boys pulled out swimming trunks, as they had second guessed the requirements, and quickly got ready. That was when Miss Lancaster came into the changing rooms. The boys saw she had acquired a slipper, and she saw the boys were still in their clothes, except two smug boys who were in speedos. Nick was nearest, so she thrust a finger in his chest.

“Why aren’t you changed boy?”

“Err… The uniform list made no mention of swimming trunks or PE kit miss.”

“We take the spartan approach here and don’t bother with trunks or PE kit for boys, so they are not necessary. Fresh air flowing all over young bodies is good for you.”

Just in case it had not sunk in, she clarified unambiguously what she meant.

“At Oakdale, just like the ancient Greeks, you boys will be naked in the pool and in the gym.”

She saw the shocked look on their faces, then turned to the nearer of the smug boys.

“What’s your name boy?”

“Jenkins miss.”

“Those will have to come off Jenkins.”

With no further ado, she grabbed the elastic and yanked them down to expose a bald little willy.

He snapped his hands over his prepubescent genitals, only to receive that slipper across his bottom.

“Get those hands down.”

She glared at the other boy, who had lost his smug expression.

“What are you waiting for boy?”

He got the message and slipped them off to reveal he was an average 13 year old, with a 2½ inch floppy willy, a smattering of hair and slightly dangling balls. She looked at her watch, then at the shocked faces of the other boys.

“You boys have 30 seconds to get stripped off and be poolside. OR ELSE!”

Just in case they hadn’t got that message either, she slapped her slipper loudly on her palm. She turned to the two already naked boys.

“Why aren’t you two outside? Move yourself. AT ONCE!”

They shrieked and rushed off as she gave them both her standard form of encouragement.

Nick and Jim looked at each other, then shrugged as they quickly got undressed. Nick had already gone through puberty, but as Jim’s underpants came down, Nick saw he was still a little boy. Looking round, he saw that so were two other boys. If they were to avoid that slipper there was no time for staring, so they all rushed out in their birthday suits.

On the 29th second, the last boy, Fred Royle, ran out, his four inch willy with hairy balls swinging about.

“Line up boys, at attention, eyes front, hands behind your back and legs apart. I have to inspect you all before you can enter the water.”

The boys had learnt quickly and instantly lined up, having no idea what she needed to inspect. She walked up and down the line, studying the packages of this new intake. A fairly typical group she thought, from four boys with bald little willys and snug balls, to the boy on the end having an impressive thick uncut four incher with a forest of hair and large balls that dangled low. She decided to start her inspection with him.

“Put your left foot up boy.”

She inspected it all over, including the sole.

“Other one boy.”

He lifted it up and he thought she seemed satisfied. He was shocked when she grabbed his willy and yanked his foreskin right back. As she turned it in her warm hands to give it a thorough inspection, he felt it begin to plump up. She then held the end with two fingers and opened his slit. After peering in, she gave a non-committal ‘humph’, then let go to see it remain sticking up. He thought that was it, but she then lifted up his balls and got down to check underneath. She rolled both in her hand before releasing them, then parted that hairy forest to check the skin beneath. His boner was now obstructing her view, so she just gripped it and moved it to the side. He went scarlet and kept his eyes front. He felt her giving it the occasional squeeze as she kept parting more hair and got down for a closer look. Finally she let go.

“Turn round boy, bend over and hold those cheeks apart.”

He was very happy to turn round so his 7 inch boner wasn’t on display. After a few seconds she gave his bum a slap.

“OK boy, you’re done. Turn back round.”

Looking along the line, she saw even those bald little willys were now sticking out. Miss Lancaster loved this part of her job, knowing she would have ten 13-year-old boys with boners to fondle and some of them would be squirting. To see a new boy go scarlet as his uncontrollable reflex action kicked in was always the icing on the cake of her induction day. Subsequent reflex actions never gave her quite the same thrill.

She moved to the next boy. He had just a few hairs with slightly dangling balls and she doubted he would squirt. He was already at half-mast and rising as she checked his feet. He went rock hard as she grabbed his willy and pulled the foreskin back. The boy went scarlet as it pulsed three times and she felt him have a dry cum. She saw a small clear drop appear at the end, but just carried on with the inspection as if nothing had happened. She moved on to the next boy.

Jim saw Miss Lancaster standing before him and was feeling so embarrassed. Even his mum had not seen him naked since he was six, yet here he was right out in the open having his naked body scanned all over by a female teacher. He had raised each foot for her, then she grabbed his sticking out winkle. It had gone all tingly as it begun to rise and felt really weird as she slid his foreskin back to check his little winkle out. He had only ever slid it back during a shower to wash under there, just as his mum told him boys have to do, and he had never felt anything like that before.

Miss Lancaster enjoyed feeling up a 13-year-old boy who still had prepubescent genitals, as that was another of her induction day delights. Such teenage boys always look so adorable, especially when they get that five-year-old’s thin 2 inch boner with petite balls snug below, just as Reynolds had now. She checked it out, then his bum. He thought it was over when she got him to turn back, but she wanted another feel and pulled the foreskin of his cute little stiffie right back and gave it a final squeeze. Jim’s scarlet face confirmed to her his embarrassment and she was sure it had to be so much the greater at having to fully display his immaturity to his better endowed classmates.

“OK boy, you’re done.”

Nick was next in the line, and by this time his willy was fully at attention. He was so embarrassed to be in the open air naked, and with a pulsing boner in front of a woman teacher too. He noticed Miss Lancaster lingering over Jim and wondered if she thought something was wrong. He could see Jim had no hair and his willy and balls were still small but they looked just like his had been about two years ago. He was sure Jim was just a bit late going through puberty, like the other three classmates he saw. Nick’s rock hard stiffie was tingling too. He had been very worried at his own arousal as he watched her inspect the others and make them go hard. He wondered if it was gay to be thinking about other boys’ willys but everyone had a boner now, even if some were tiny, so that couldn’t be true or all the year 9 boys are gay.

Miss Lancaster saw Johnson’s rapidly bobbing boner was a good size and it was now beginning to leak. This was going to be the first one she thought. Nick got a peremptory order.

“Foot.”

He did as he was told.

“Other one boy.”

Miss Lancaster had checked both feet, and Nick was now very nervous. She looked into his eyes and saw his fear as, with one well-practised and swift movement, she grabbed his boner, gave it a squeeze, then yanked his foreskin back so tight. She saw him go scarlet as it pulsed and he grunted, shooting out six large squirts of white stuff in front of this female tutor and all his classmates. Jim’s eyes were not the only ones that went wide, as all the prepubescent boys had never seen that happen, and some, like Jim, were unaware willys could even do that. Nick was certain he was going to get her slipper, but then he couldn’t possibly know about that powerful blast in her pussy at this first squirter of her new school year. He was surprised and relieved, if somewhat embarrassed, at her next statement.

“Don’t worry yourself over this boy. I’m also the school nurse and during my long service at Oakdale I’ve seen all you bigger boys do that as I make my inspections. It’s a perfectly natural reflex action outside your control.”

He listened to his tutor continue in an apparently apologetic voice. He hadn’t yet learnt she was good at faking sincerity.

“I’m so sorry, but it’s my duty each week to check boys all over for verrucas etc, before they get in the pool.”

Had she just said EACH WEEK! She milked his rapidly wilting boner to squeeze the last bit out.

“You’ll soon get used to my checks. As school nurse, it is important to know a boy’s equipment is working.”

She gave it another pull and he saw a white blob ooze out.

“We can all see your penis and testicles are functioning perfectly Johnson.”

Her deft flick saw that white blob fly off the end and arc through the air to land amongst the mess in front of him.

“There, everything is out now Johnson. Be a good little boy and pop back in the changing rooms to fetch a mop and bucket to clean your semen up. Get me a fresh flannel too so I can wash you off before finishing your inspection.”

She gave him a light smack on his behind to get him going, then glared at Jenkins with his sticking out bald little willy.

“Not much chance of stuff coming out of this tiny thing, is there Jenkins?”

He silently hung his head, only to get a slipper full force across his bottom.

“ANSWER ME JENKINS!”

He shrieked and had no option but to confirm his little boy status in front of his fellow pupils.

“Oooooooooowwwwww. No miss.”

She got yet more pleasure from fondling this little boy boner and those so sweet petite snug testicles below. When she was done with Jenkins, she saw Nick had finished mopping up.

“Leave the mop and bucket there Johnson. They might be more for you to do.”

She grinned at two very worried boys further up the line with leaking boners, then spoke to Nick.

“Come over here Johnson so I can clean you up before finishing off your inspection.”

He was still worried, being already at half-mast and her actions with the flannel were really pleasant. She was experienced with boys and had no intention of getting him to squirt a second time. There were other weeks for that. Nick was pleased as she finally moved on. When she got to those two leaking boys, as expected, Nick had more cleaning up to do. Finally, every boy had been thoroughly checked and they were all very relieved to get in the water.

Nick was standing alongside the pool some while later when he heard a cheery voice.

“Hi Nick. Don’t get too cold.”

He turned to see a smiling Julie Brown walking through the changing room door. She looked down at his shrivelled appendage and giggled.

“That water must be freezing.”

(End of File)