Marlborough Junior High and Swimming at The Y

Marlborough Junior High and Swimming at The Y Part 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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My name is Jim Powell and I am over 70 now. It would have been 1960 when this happened. I had just begun what they called 7th grade at my new school, Marlborough Junior High. My dad was a senior manager with a UK engineering company and my parents, me, and my sister Florence all moved to America the previous year where dad was tasked with running the US subsidiary. We found many things that were a bit strange to a Brit, but Florence and I really enjoyed our time in a country we had only seen in the movies. We had no problem making friends with the yanks, as I think our ‘funny’ accents helped. I guess it was a case of ‘Vive le difference’ as the French say. Richard Jackson was my best mate, and he lived a few doors away from us. His sister Rita was in the same class as Florence and they had become best friends too.

This new school year saw me and Richard leave Florence and Rita behind in the elementary school as we moved up to junior high, and that first afternoon was swim class for boys while the girls did gym. The girls swam on the next afternoon while we did gym. I had never swam before as my old UK junior school, like the elementary school, didn’t have nearby swimming facilities. However, Marlborough Junior High was right next door to the YMCA and its pool. My new homeroom teacher, Miss Roberts, would then have been in her mid-20s and took us for swimming as well as English. Apparently, she had been in the state swim team, so the pool was very much her domain.

On that first day, I had to give her a note from mum, who had made a mix-up over term start dates and had booked a dentist appointment for me and Florence in the next town at 4pm that very afternoon. My sister did not start back till the following week, so they would need to pick me up before class ended if we were to make the appointment on time. I was a bit nervous as I handed the note to Miss Roberts. She read it and gave me a frown.

“You had better not make a habit of this Powell. It may only be the free swim you miss, but all lessons are important.”

The rest of the morning went well, but it was with some trepidation that Richard and I joined the other 12 boys waiting at the school gate. Miss Roberts came up and walked us in single file the 100 yards to ‘The Y’ as she called it. After going through the entrance you went down a long corridor that reeked of chlorine and there on the right were our changing rooms. Miss Roberts ushered us in and stood by the door as she called everyone to attention.

“OK boys. There is no horseplay at the Y. Get undressed quickly and out that far door to the pool so we can get started.”

I was sure I was not the only one who was worried she was going to watch us change, but she went back out the door to a room on the left. Mum had bought me some new swimming trunks but I was quite shy so put a towel round me as I changed in front of my classmates. I was surprised to see many boys did not put trunks on and casually strode out the far door to the pool with their privates on full display. I wondered if they came from a poorer part of town. I saw a few of them were bald between the legs, with a little willy and balls, although most had the beginnings of hair. I was tall for my age but, despite being some six inches higher than my classmates, I had yet to start puberty and still had a small bald willy with tiny balls in a petite sac snug below. As I glanced round, those Yankee willys looked different to mine, with an exposed head on the end, unlike my little willy with its long thin point of skin. Why was that?

With our height difference Richard and I no doubt looked an odd couple in our pristine trunks as we went into the pool area. There was Miss Roberts in a one piece suit with two swim assistants alongside who looked like year 12 boys from the local high school. I was shocked to see they were naked with huge thick five inch willys having purple heads as well as large hairy balls dangling between their legs, and a whole forest of hair. Miss Roberts didn’t seem to notice, nor that more than half her pupils were naked too. Perhaps she didn’t want to draw attention to their poverty. The last of my new classmates, Bob Sanders, walked out. I couldn’t believe a 12-year-old could be nearly as big down there as the assistants, and he had a big purple head on the end too. Our teacher then addressed us all.

“OK boys. If you have never swam before, line up on my right. Those who can swim line up on the left.”

Me and Richard went to her right along with 4 other boys, as 8 boys went to her left. When I looked at those on her left, all of them must have been the poorer boys as they had no trunks. Miss Roberts turned to us.

“You boys who have never swam are obviously unaware of normal rules for swimming at the Y.”

She looked over at Bob.

“Tell them the rules Sanders.”

“Boys don’t wear trunks in the pool miss.”

“Quite right Sanders.”

As I wondered what we were expected to wear, Miss Roberts set us straight.

“Fibres from trunks can clog the pool filters, so the rules require all boys to swim naked at the Y.”

I looked at Richard and his jaw had dropped too. The other 4 boys were similarly stunned and nobody moved. Miss Roberts walked over to the row of hooks alongside the pool and picked off an old gym shoe to slap it on her palm.

“I’m waiting boys. Off with those trunks unless you want to feel this across your bottom.”

There was a communal gulp as we all had no option and slid our trunks down and off. Six naked boys stood in front of Miss Roberts with hands gripping between our legs as we covered our privates.

“Hands behind your backs boys. You’ve got nothing I haven’t seen before.”

We all went red as we had to comply.

“That’s better. Now before any of you boys enter the pool you have to be inspected. Stand in a line with legs apart.”

The eight boys on the left already assumed the position, so we followed their example as our homeroom teacher got to see every intimate detail of her boy pupils. She started with the swimmers as her assistants followed alongside. She looked the first boy up and down then had him turn round and bend over as the assistant pulled his bum cheeks apart. She moved on to stop in front of Bob Sanders with that long willy and I saw her nod to the other assistant. Bob never flinched as that assistant just reached between his legs and lifted that huge dick up so she could see his balls dangling underneath. She nodded again and the assistant spun him round and held his cheeks open then moved to the next boy. I was the first of the non-swimmers and was very nervous as she stood in front of me. She looked straight at my willy.

“You have an uncircumcised penis Powell. That is very unusual in the US.”

I went red as my willy became the focus of attention for the whole class. She nodded to the assistant.

“Retract him.”

As all my classmates watched, he grabbed my prepubescent willy. This was the first time anyone else had held me there and it felt really weird. It felt even weirder as he pulled my skin back so the head popped out, then he wiggled it about.

“When did you last wash under there Powell? It’s all red.”

I was struck dumb and went scarlet.

“Turn him round to display his rear.”

The assistant dropped my willy and swung me round. Then I felt him pull my cheeks apart.

“Have you washed there today Powell?”

I could only mumble that I wasn’t sure. She turned to the assistant.

“Take Powell over there so we can deal with him after I have checked all the others.”

He grabbed my arm and marched me over to where Miss Roberts indicated. By the time she finished her inspection, there were three of us who had been separated, including Richard. She got the rest of the class to stand at attention facing us with hands behind their backs. She glared at us three as she addressed them.

“All boys must ensure they have washed their boy parts and bottoms before entering the pool.”

She came over to me and lifted up my willy to pull the foreskin back.

“Powell has this uncircumcised penis. Uncircumcised boys must also wash under this loose skin, known as the foreskin. These three boys failed to wash properly so must be punished before they are scrubbed clean.”

Looking round, I could now see that I was the only boy in my class whose willy came to a point of skin. She nodded to the assistant, who picked up that old gym shoe, then grabbed my arm and bent me over. I shrieked as he landed it full power on my bare bottom and by the third one I was crying. After the sixth one he pulled me up so my classmates all saw my humiliation as the tears ran down my face. I went to rub, only to receive another slipper. He soon had three sobbing boys in front of the class. Miss Roberts gave us an order.

“Hands on your heads then turn round you naughty little boys.”

She addressed the others.

“Any boy breaking our rules will get a sore red bottom just like these naughty little boys. You have been warned.”

She turned to the assistant.

“Take them to the showers and see they all get a good scrubbing.”

He gave her a grin

“I certainly will miss. To the showers you boys.”

We were a bit slow, so he sped us on our way with another powerful slipper across our sore bottoms.

“AT THE DOUBLE!”

When we got to the showers he turned them on, then told us to pick up a brush. He had a huge grin as he grabbed me.

“I’ll use Powell to show you what you need to do.”

He put some soap on the brush, then grabbed my willy. He seemed intrigued and began to slide my foreskin back and forth so the head kept popping out. I couldn’t help but notice his huge willy was getting bigger and started to rise.

“This tiny limey dick looks weird Powell.”

After playing with it for a while, he yanked the foreskin back and I shrieked as he scrubbed my willy and balls until they were red all over. After turning me round, he ordered me to hold my cheeks apart then scrubbed between them, ignoring my further shrieks. Finally he got me up and told the others to scrub between their legs and bottom. When they finished he held each willy and moved it all about as he made a thorough inspection.

“Back to the pool you lot.”

By this time, his huge willy was pointing up in the air and must have been over 7 inches long. He just ignored it as he brought us back to Miss Roberts who was in the water with the other three non-swimmers while the second assistant was at the far end with the swimmers. He stood on the edge and gave a cough to attract her attention.

“They are all clean now miss.”

She turned to see that stiff willy right in front of her. She looked momentarily startled, but then gave him a slight smile.

“Err… Thank you Lopez. I won’t need you for the next five minutes. Perhaps you could free swim until I call you.”

“Yes miss.”

She watched his perfect dive into the water then turned to us.

“You naughty boys get in the water and be quick about it.”

I couldn’t get into the water fast enough to cover up, but I found this was the shallow end and I was tall, so my red privates were still on display. It was even more embarrassing when she got me to try swimming. I struggled and was sure I was going to drown, but she came over and used her hands to support me. One hand went to my chest, but I felt the other go between my legs and cup my willy and balls as I kicked my legs and tried to swim. Most of the others seemed to cope without sinking, but Richard kept going under, and he was equally uncomfortable when she held him.

Our humiliation went on for over an hour when at last she got us all out to line up in front of her as she droned on about what we had learnt that afternoon. The time was getting on and I was thinking that I would need to get ready to leave soon. I heard a door squeak to the side of me as someone held it open. I was shocked when I saw a girl walk in, then she grinned at me. Oh my God, it was Florence!

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I never did let my older brother Jim forget the fun we girls had at swim classes all those decades ago, especially for an 11 year old British girl experiencing education in the USA with its very different culture for boys. We had been in the US for almost a year, and it all started the week before I was to move up to what the yanks called 6th grade at my elementary school. That Monday we both had a dentist appointment at 4pm in the next town, so me and mum had to pick Jim up early from his swim class at the YMCA, which was adjacent to his new junior high school. When we got there, mum explained to the attendant who we were picking up. She just pointed to a door at the end of the corridor and said Marlborough Junior High were in the pool so go right on in. I was intrigued by this unfamiliar place and was just looking round to take it all in. Mum decided to hurry me.

“Come along Florence, we have to pick James up.”

If I’d known what was on the other side of that door I wouldn’t have trailed behind, but I did quicken my pace as mum pulled it open for me. Going towards the door, the smell of chlorine became so strong that my eyes began to water. I got a tissue to wipe them and as I stepped through the door and they cleared, I could not believe what was on my left. Jim’s class was all lined up alongside the pool as their teacher was talking to them about that afternoon’s lesson. You couldn’t miss my brother as he was quite a bit taller than the others. What was shocking to me, but so exciting, was that the boys were all stark naked! My best friend’s brother Richard was next to Jim and I gave them both a big grin. Mum just stood there in stunned silence. The teacher looked over.

“You must be Mrs Powell come to pick up your son. He gave me your note to say you were taking him and Florence for a dentist appointment and needed to leave early. Sit here on the bleachers while I finish talking to the boys. I won’t be long, so you can then take your son off to get dressed and be on your way for the appointment. We always end with a free swim, so he will only be missing a part of my lesson.”

She had pointed to the four tiers of benches right behind her that gave a ringside seat to all these naked boys, so I rushed over and sat in the front row, extremely happy to do as I was told. Mum sat next to me.

“Err… I’m so sorry to intrude on the lesson Miss Roberts. Err… I wasn’t expecting the boys to be… err… au naturel.”

“That’s quite all right Mrs Powell. These are only little boys and have no need for modesty.”

The teacher didn’t seem bothered in the least that I was seeing the private parts of all her boy pupils. Several of them did however, including Jim and Richard, and snapped their hands in front. Richard was nearest and he shrieked as she encouraged the others by whacking his bare bottom with the old slipper she was holding.

“Get those hands at the side and stand to attention.”

They instantly snapped to it, so there were 14 willys on display before me. I was surprised to see such variety since the boys would have been all the same age. I had seen my 3 year old cousin Rupert naked when I used to help Aunt Kathie bath him, but these boys were almost teenagers. Most, like me, had the beginnings of hair between their legs, but others were still bald there. It was their willys and balls that differed so much in size. I was drawn to the boy right in front of me who gave me such a smile. He had a 4½ inch long willy with lots of black curly hair and two large balls dangling below. I must have had the greatest grin ever as I nodded to acknowledge Richard and Jim alongside him. They both went scarlet. My friend’s brother had a few wisps of hair around his willy, and his balls were beginning to dangle. Jim was taller than the other boys but his body was devoid of any hair and his willy was the smallest with almost nothing hanging below. Jim’s willy was identical to Rupert’s, perhaps a little bit bigger, but was different to all the other boys as he had a thin inch long tube at the end instead of a purplish head. Why are Yankee willys different to British ones?

“Now boys, where are your manners. Say hello to Mrs Powell and Florence.”

We got a pretty feeble greeting, then mum spoke to Jim’s teacher.

“How is my James getting on with swimming Miss Roberts? He and Florence have never had the chance to learn before.”

“Powell seems to be struggling, just like his friend Jackson. Some boys need more practice, and my mother runs training sessions here on Saturday mornings for boys and girls up to the age of 11.”

Then she looked at that boy with the long thick willy, who smiled and nodded to her.

“Sanders here has been swimming since he was 3 and assists my mother with coaching the non-swimmers each Saturday. Mother does take the occasional older child, so it might help your son if you sign him up for the Saturday sessions.”

Then she looked at me.

“If Florence would like to join her brother, she would be more than welcome.”

Before mum could say anything, two much older boys walked across. They were stark naked too with huge willys and large balls dangling below, and there was hair everywhere including all over their chests. I saw mum break into a smile as she looked them up and down, although, like me, it was mostly down.

“Err… They are not little boys Miss Roberts.”

Jim’s teacher smiled.

“These are my swim assistants Lopez and Prior from year 12 at the High School. They get extra credits for helping at the pool. Rules at the Y do not permit any boy to wear trunks in the pool, as shedding fibres can clog the filters.”

She turned to these older boys.

“This is Powell’s mother and his sister Florence. Say hello to them.”

They came right up to me and mum then stretched out their hands.

“Pleased to meet you Mrs Powell. Pleased to meet you Florence.”

Those huge willys were mere inches from me, and they wobbled as I shook their hands. Miss Roberts spoke to them.

“Would you begin to clear away the things please. When you two are done, you can get your shower and be off home.”

“Yes miss. Thank you miss.”

After a brief talk with her class, she addressed my brother.

“Come over here Powell.”

He had a worried expression as he looked at me and hesitated. She slapped that old slipper on her palm and bellowed.

“AT THE DOUBLE POWELL!”

Jim rushed over with his little willy flopping from side to side, then he stood rigidly to attention. She didn’t look happy.

“When a teacher gives you an order, you jump to it. Do you understand that Powell?”

“Yes miss.”

“Then why did you ignore me?”

He had that same worried look as he glanced at me but had nothing to say to his teacher.

“Err… err… err…”

“You need a lesson in learning to do as you are told Powell. Bend over.”

Jim looked at me in horror and hesitated again. He shrieked as she gave him a whack across his bare bottom.

“DO AS YOU’RE TOLD AND BEND OVER BOY!”

Wow, not only was I seeing him naked, but my older brother was going to get his bare bottom spanked right in front of me. Jim would have heard my snigger as he snapped over. She put her hand on his back and soon had him squealing and blubbing as she went to work with that slipper. Finally she pulled him up and smiled at me then spoke to mum.

“Like all girls, your fine daughter had no problem doing as she was told, and positively rushed to comply when I told her to sit down, but boys do seem to have problems obeying orders from adults. I’ve found giving a good hard spanking to naughty little boys helps to cure such wilful disobedience Mrs Powell.”

Mum nodded, then Jim’s teacher smiled at me again and pointed to a pair of swing doors.

“Would you take this naughty little boy to the changing rooms Florence. Your brother needs a shower first to wash the chlorinated pool water off before he gets dressed.”

I grabbed his hand and took a tearful Jim towards those doors as mum followed. When we got in, I asked her a question.

“Mum, why is Jim’s willy different to the other boys?”

She looked a bit flustered.

“Err… Well… err… Florence… err… err…”

Then she looked down at Jim and coughed to clear her throat.

“Oh dear, I was hoping it would be several years before I needed to discuss boys with you, but I guess we might as well take advantage of this opportunity that has presented itself. In some countries and in some religions it is common for a boy’s foreskin to be cut right off his penis, which is the correct name for what you called his willy.”

“What’s a foreskin mum?”

She reached out and held Jim’s little willy with two fingers, then slid them back. I couldn’t help but laugh as a tiny pink head suddenly popped out of the end. She slid her fingers forward and it disappeared inside again, then she let go.

“That thin inch long point of skin on the end of James’ penis is what is known as a boy’s foreskin. In little boys it completely covers the head of the penis, which is properly known as the glans.”

I was intrigued and reached across to repeat what mum just did. She smiled at me, but my brother looked horrified as I giggled every time I got that tiny pink head to pop out of the end of his little willy. I hadn’t known what to expect but was surprised how soft and warm a boy’s willy was. I got the head right out and was studying it when mum smiled.

“Now you have slid your brother’s foreskin right back, can you see his penis looks just like those of the other boys?”

“So it does mum.”

“Here in America, it seems almost every boy has their foreskin cut off as soon as they are born so their glans is always visible. That is known as being circumcised. Back home we don’t normally do that to boys, so your brother’s penis is just as nature intended. As you can see, at the end of the glans he has a little slit called the meatus. That is where a boy’s urine comes out, and, when he grows up, another liquid can squirt out. Do you see that little bag snug below his penis?”

I reached down and Jim squealed as I grabbed it.

“Careful Florence. Boys are very sensitive there. Gently feel his little bag and you will find there are two bean shaped objects inside, which are known as testicles, although boys often refer to them as balls. Your brother is still a little boy so they are small. Over the next year or so he’ll go through a process known as puberty and, along with his penis, they will get much larger. The testicles produce that other liquid which is known as semen. James acts as if he is all grown up, but we just saw by the pool that he still thinks like a little boy so his teacher had to spank him for being naughty.”

Jim went red as I giggled, but I couldn’t help it as I recalled seeing his bare bottom get thoroughly spanked right there in front of me. He flinched as I reached round and felt his sore bum, which was the same colour as his face.

“His bottom is ever so red mum, and it is really hot.”

“It serves naughty little boys right if they end up in tears with a sore red bottom when they don’t do as they’re told.”

Just then Lopez and Prior wandered in with those huge willys swinging about as their large balls dangled below. They smiled and walked over to a white ceramic tiled area alongside the open shower.

“Afternoon ma’am, afternoon miss.”

I watched them hold those enormous willys and point them at the ceramic. Yellow liquid gushed out of the end and I realised they were peeing. That is so neat not having to sit down to pee. When it stopped they gave their willys a shake then picked up some soap and turned on the shower. Mum smiled at them, then turned to Jim.

“You’d better get going too James. Urinate first, then a shower, finally get dressed so we can be off to the dentist.”

Jim looked at me but didn’t move. Mum was behind him, so he never saw the slipper she picked up off the floor.

“Your brother still acts like a little boy who won’t do as he’s told, so James will continue to be treated like one.”

She grabbed his arm to spank him standing up. He shrieked and hopped about, his little willy with that point of skin bouncing up and down at every spank. Finally she stopped and shoved my blubbing brother over to that ceramic area.

“Urinate! Shower! Dress! In that order. Got it!”

“Yes mum.”

My brother looked at me nervously as he gripped the end of the foreskin and pointed his willy at the ceramic. I was surprised when the end ballooned right up for a second before he released his fingers and pee gushed out. My attention soon turned to the older boys in the shower. It was great to watch Lopez and Prior as they soaped up those massive willys and balls, then rinsed them off. Jim may be my big brother, and as tall as these older boys, but he didn’t look so big as he washed his bald area with that tiny pointed willy and snug balls.

“Don’t forget to wash under your foreskin James. You need to make sure you get all that urine off.”

He instantly obeyed mum, and I giggled as I watched that little pink head pop out for him to wash it. Mum threw me a towel as he stepped out.

“We’re running late. Get your brother dried off as I find which peg has his clothes. Any arguments, spank him.”

He looked horrified and went to speak.

“But mum…”

I grabbed that slipper as mum gave me a nod. My brother screamed as I whacked his already sore bottom.

“Well done. You’ll be a mum one day Florence, and that’s the way mums deal with naughty little boys. Get those arms out and legs apart James so she can dry you. And do as you’re told if you don’t want Florence spanking you again.”

This was such fun as I shut my brother up by rubbing the towel all over his face. After doing his back, I giggled as I pulled his cheeks apart to peer at his wrinkled butt hole. I dried all round it, then moved down to do under his balls, ignoring his silly squeaking as I rubbed there. He was so compliant when I turned him round and picked up his little willy to pop out that pink head. I was enjoying rubbing it all over when I realised it had grown and was no longer soft.

“What’s happening mum? Jim’s willy has grown to over 2 inches long. It’s sticking up in the air and gone all hard now.”

Mum looked across.

“A boy’s penis does that sometimes. We’re running late so just ignore it and it’ll go back down eventually.”

I wondered why it did that but then just decided boys are weird. I shrugged and yanked the skin right back to rub it dry. As I stood up to admire my work, I saw a little clear drop emerging from the end. It must be pee. He went scarlet as I pulled along it to get everything out, then wiped him off before giving his stiff willy a final buffing.

“I’ve found the peg with his clothes Florence. If you bring James over here, it’ll be quickest if we both dress him.”

Mum put his arm through the shirt sleeve as she passed me his underpants. This was just like when I dressed cousin Rupert after his bath. I got down and held them open, then gave a peremptory ‘Feet’ and he did as he was told. I yanked them up to the top of his legs then reached inside to tuck in that still hard willy. Picking up his socks I slid them on, then got his trousers and pulled them up. I had to push back on that bulge in his underpants to get the zip on his fly together. Mum was adjusting his tie as I lifted each foot to get his shoes on and finally tied the laces.

“There, James is all dressed now. You’ve been such a help to your mother. Well done Florence. Now let’s go.”

As we approached the door, Jim’s classmates rushed in with willys bouncing about. I grinned at Richard, who went red. Then in came that boy with the huge willy and balls. He saw me look down and gave me that smile then turned to Jim.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your sister?”

My brother stopped.

“Err… This is my sister Florence. Err… Florence, this is Bob Sanders.”

He reached out and that huge willy wobbled as I shook his hand.

“Hi Florence. Great to meet you. Do you swim? I love swimming.”

“No Bob I’ve never swam before.”

“I’m here with Mrs Roberts every Saturday and can teach you if you like. I hope we can see more of each other.”

I looked him up and down and grinned.

“I don’t think there’s any more of you to see.”

Bob matched my grin then laughed.

“I like your sister Jim. She’s funny. Must go Florence as I’m always desperate for a pee after a swim.”

I gave him my best smile.

“My friends call me Flo.”

He gave me a nod and a wink before he went over to the ceramic area. I was transfixed as he grabbed his monster willy and erupted a yellow fountain from the end. Mum was also watching and, after he gave a final shake, got us moving.

“Err… I think we’d better all be going or we’ll be late for the dentist.”

I waved at Bob as he stepped in the shower and soaped his giant willy and balls. He smiled as he waved back.

“Bye Flo. Looking forward to seeing you again soon.”

Not half as much as I looked forward to seeing him again! I turned to mum.

“Err… Mum. I think it would be useful if I did learn to swim before going to junior high.”

She saw Bob waving and gave me a funny look, then she smiled.

“Miss Roberts said your brother needs more lessons, so perhaps we will sign you both up for the Saturday morning sessions with her mother. We can get you a nice one-piece swim suit after we’re done at the dentist.”

I didn’t want to push mum too far, but my boobs were growing and I had seen some gorgeous bikinis.

“Err… Mum… err… do you think I could get a bikini for swimming?”

The last six months my boobs had grown so I thrust my chest out for emphasis. She looked straight at them and smiled.

“Hmmm… You are getting to be a young lady. I’m sure you’re mature enough for a bikini. We’ll check them out.”

“Thanks mum, you’re the best.”

Miss Roberts was alongside the pool as we went to leave. Mum called out to her.

“Florence would like to learn to swim. Please could you add her and James to the Saturday sessions Miss Roberts?”

“Excellent, I will let my mother know. Being with her brother means Florence will have someone she knows in class.”

She gave Jim a fierce glare.

“Now Powell, there will be other young girls present in my mother’s sessions at the Y. She takes a very dim view of boys showing off in front of girls, so you had better watch out or she’ll be giving you an old-fashioned paddling.”

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