Life at Oakdale School 6

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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Part 6


Jim was leaning against the bench as he cuddled Julie. They were resting after the most fun time Jim had had with this good natured girl. Julie was very pleased at the progress with her so cute boy with the most stunning blue eyes. Jim was shocked to hear a girl’s giggle from behind him.

“Someone’s been skinny dipping.”

He immediately grabbed Julie’s clothes to cover her up. Julie gave him a big kiss, then got up so they fell to the grass.

“Hi Bobby, Hi Nick. Yes, we were skinny dipping… err… amongst other fun things.”

Bobby grinned as she stared at Jim’s red fat slug. Jim’s face went the same colour as he saw where she was looking.

“So I can see Julie. Do you mind if we join you Jim?”

Jim got up and shot a nervous glance at Julie, who gave him an encouraging smile and nodded.

“Err… Not… err… at all… err… Bobby.”

Nick saw Jim’s red fat slug and gave his friend a smile as they all sat on the bench. He supressed his grin as he saw Julie’s red bottom. Bobby had no such qualms as she giggled.

“Who’s been a naughty little girl Julie. Did you like spanking your girlfriend Jim?”

“Err… err… err…”

Bobby chuckled as she saw that red fat slug start to rise and pressed him for an answer.

“Well Jim, did you enjoy it?”

Julie grinned and piled on the pressure.

“Come on Jim, did you enjoy spanking me?”

“Err… err… err…”

Are these girls deliberately trying to embarrass me thought Jim. Bobby leaned in to give his lips a kiss.

“You really don’t need to answer that Jim…”

She gave his prepubescent boner a flick and smiled at Julie.

“… as this tells us everything. Your boyfriend’s feelings are as transparent as all boys when they are naked.”

He thought Bobby’s kiss was nice, but it didn’t make him tingle like Julie’s did. Julie smiled as she saw Jim had gone a deep shade of red and pulled him in for one of her most sensuous kisses. She finally let him up for air.

“I think we’d better get you back in the water to calm down. Are you two joining us?”

In answer, Bobby pulled off her sweater. Jim saw she wasn’t wearing a bra and spun round to give her some privacy, just like he felt any polite boy would as a girl was getting undressed. Julie smiled at Bobby as Jim’s shade ramped up to scarlet. Nick was a polite boy too but, with more experience of girls, he’d read the non-verbal communication between Julie and Bobby and realised the two girls had set this up to widen Jim’s horizons about the fun boys could have with good natured girls. That must have been why Bobby was so insistent earlier that they go to Grover’s Wood Lake. He knew Bobby couldn’t care less about privacy between friends and stood alongside her as they got ready to skinny dip. He grinned at the girls as he slipped off his boxers to reveal that boner he knew they were expecting to see. Bobby returned his grin.

“Looks like big boy needs to calm down too.”

Julie was beside Bobby as she called to Jim who was staring out into the lake.

“What do you reckon Jim, do you agree Bobby is a ten?”

Jim turned and studied the girls. Nick knew this could be leading to a trap for his inexperienced friend.

“Best not to answer that Jim.”

Jim was puzzled as to why Nick would say that to such an easy question.

“Err… Bobby… err… I’m happy… err… to bow to Julie’s judgement and… err… agree you are a ten… err… but on that scale… err… Julie has to be a twelve in my book.”

Nick saw the girls grin as his friend avoided the trap with the perfect answer. Jim went scarlet again as the girls leaned in to give him a big kiss on each cheek. Julie gave his rapidly bobbing boner a tweak.

“Let’s swim Jim.”

After half an hour in the water they got out. The girls saw the typical male shrinkage and Bobby offered a suggestion.

“Shall we warm the guys up Julie? Lay down boys.”

Nick and Jim were very happy to do as they were told. The girls got down alongside the boys and began to lick their shrunken appendages, then they opened up their legs wide. Julie giggled.

“Our bits need warming up too. Can you guys help us out?”

Nick had read about 69 but had never done it before. He studied Bobby’s open slit just a few inches in front of his eyes and instinct kicked in as his tongue reached for her wet pinkness. Jim saw what his friend was doing and moved in closer. Julie emitted a satisfying moan as he sucked the full 0.6 inches of her Clitoris Length Erect as a hand gently tweaked the 0.7 inches of both Nipple Lengths Erect. Julie sucked harder on his 3.6 inch Penis Length Erect as a finger entered her vagina and found that special spot. Bobby was in ecstasy too as Nick’s tongue found its rhythm on her clitoris and his finger stroked her rougher patch. Nick warned her what was coming, but she just sucked harder as he shot his load and her vaginal wall clamped down on his finger. Jim grunted too as Julie sucked his willy and his tongue felt her squirt as her vagina squeezed his finger. The boys got up to kiss the girls and swap juices. Bobby smiled at Jim.

“Does yours squirt yet Jim?”

Julie answered by squeezing along his softening willy and picked off a clear drop to offer it to Bobby. She sucked Julie’s finger clean then grinned at Jim..

“Congratulations Jim. Your stuff is sweeter than Nick’s. Your willy will be as big as him before we’re in year 10.”

He was surprised, to say the least, when Bobby winked at Julie then bent down and gave it a kiss. He was worried what Julie would think when it naturally reacted. Julie just grinned and gave it a pat, then winked at Bobby as she gave Nick’s a kiss and it began to wake up.

“See Jim, all willys react when given a kiss, irrespective of who is doing the kissing.”

Nick was startled at what Julie said next.

“Go on Jim, try it on Nick.”

Jim looked a bit puzzled but did as he was told, and saw Nick’s go stiff. He then grinned at Julie as he gave her vulva a big kiss. Bobby grinned at Julie then turned to Jim.

“Doesn’t mine deserve a kiss?”

Jim looked at Julie, who grinned and nodded. He bent down and gave Bobby’s vulva an even bigger kiss, surprised it tasted different to Julie. Bobby smiled.

“Thanks Jim, that was wonderful.”

Bobby looked at Nick and nodded down at Jim’s. Nick was certain he wasn’t gay, as he’d just demonstrated, but wondered what it would be like. He bent down to give Jim’s a light kiss and it erected too. It had felt rather nice, but just to leave no doubts on his sexuality, he buried his head in Bobby’s snatch and gave her the biggest kiss ever. He then grinned at Julie as he kissed her there too. She grinned at Jim.

“Thanks Nick, that was wonderful too, but don’t make a habit of it or my boyfriend might get jealous.”

Jim’s and Nick’s had never gone so rigid when Julie and Bobby laid down then kissed each other’s vulva. They didn’t stop and both girls were soon moaning in front of them. Eventually they got up and smiled at each other when they saw the boys’ shocked faces. Julie moved in to give Bobby the sexiest kiss ever, then gave her an enigmatic smile. Nick might have been more experienced in non-verbal communication, but when the two girls went down to kiss their boyfriend’s twitching erections, he did not see it coming that, at the last moment, they would switch places. The boys both erupted as those warm mouths engulfed their rock hard boners. The girls sucked out every last drop, then kissed their boyfriends, who got to taste their friend’s stuff. Julie concluded the fun by giving Jim a sweet peck on his cheek, then suggested they have a bite to eat. Retrieving her backpack from behind a bush, he saw her bring out four sandwiches and four cokes. Jim was a bright lad and gave Julie a big grin.

“You set this up.”

She gave him a cheeky grin.

“Guilty as charged Jim. I’ve been a naughty little girl.”

She winked at Bobby as she draped herself over Jim’s lap. Bobby gave Nick a coy smile.

“I was a co-conspirator Nick, so I’ve been a naughty little girl too.”

Bobby went over Nick’s lap.

Both boys grinned as they looked down at their girlfriends’ fabulously inviting glutes.

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Life at Oakdale continued through the year. Nick and Jim regularly visited Grovers Wood Lake to skinny dip with the girls, always enjoying the warm up after the swim. The boys often had to warm the girls’ bottoms, at their request, and sometimes the girls thought the boys had been naughty. They were surprised to find that getting their bottoms warmed by their girlfriends was actually quite pleasurable. In winter, they decided the frozen lake was out, although they returned in spring with the warmer weather.

Winter could not be allowed to halt Oakdale’s early morning dip, and it was always Jim and Julie who were the first to smash the ice and maintain the school’s cherished traditions. Everyone agreed it was when snow fell overnight that Oakdale was the best. That morning dip could be followed by a snowball fight between the boys and the girls, then running round the sports pitch to get dry, finally concluding with a hot shower - in their respective dorms, of course!

Julie persuaded Jim to join the drama club, although he needed little persuading if it meant being with Julie. A bit more encouragement from her, and Jim was surprised to find he enjoyed acting on stage. Bobby had Nick trying out woodwork, but Mr Jones was not convinced his new pupil would ever be good with his hands. Bobby had quite a different opinion but that was, of course, in a totally separate field. She met Nick’s family during the break and got on really well with his sisters. They gave her the full unvarnished lowdown on their brother from a girl’s perspective, but Nick just laughed and said it was all true. Richard and Sara became inseparable friends, travelling back together on the Bristol train at the end of term. In the Christmas break, Sara surprised her parents by asking if Richard could join them for their visit to Bristol Zoo. Mr & Mrs Bishop were totally convinced their daughter would never have anything to do with boys and were delighted to see the change in her as she walked round hand in hand with such a polite boy.

The school year was fast drawing to its conclusion and on a hot sunny Monday in early July, Mr Davies was in his office dealing with next year’s affairs. He was with parents, Mr and Mrs Bell, and their two children, twins Paul and Fiona, who were joining Oakdale in September as part of the next batch of year 9 pupils. Mr Bell had some questions.

“It was some 20 years since I was last here, and it was all boys then. Has becoming co-ed changed any of Oakdale’s cherished traditions. I’m particularly concerned about how the boys treat the girls?”

“The governors considered very carefully the implications for our traditions on becoming co-ed Mr Bell. As you will remember, respect for others is a paramount philosophy at Oakdale. Boys are expected to be polite and treat girls with respect at all times. Girls are on their honour to treat boys fairly and with respect at all times too.”

“And what disciplinary action is taken if a boy or girl does not meet these reasonable expectations?”

“Any girl who considers she has been disrespected by a boy should draw it to the attention of a teacher straight away. We do not like to draw such matters out so, if the teacher is satisfied, the girl is immediately permitted to give the offending boy six spanks on the bare in front of whomever is around.”

Fiona looked puzzled.

“Where is a boy’s bare Mr Davies”

Mr Bell corrected his daughter.

“At Oakdale, pupils address male teachers as ‘sir’ and female teachers as ‘miss’.”

She looked nervously at Mr Davies.

“I’m very sorry sir.”

The deputy head gave her a smile.

“You’ll soon get used to our ways Miss Bell. When I said, ‘on the bare’, that means on a boy’s bare bottom.”

He saw her eyes go wide and she giggled as he continued.

“Another of our cherished traditions is that spankings are accepted without complaint and the spankee bares their own bottom. Failure to follow tradition is regarded as disrespect to our school, and, on behalf of the school, the spanker may increase the punishment by up to a further six spanks.”

“Wow daddy, I might get to spank Paul.”

Mr Davies saw young master Bell looking rather worried.

“Perhaps Miss Bell I should explain our systems further. We are aware of the potential for abuse by some girls and have set up an appeals 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 boy’s appeal is dismissed, the girl may repeat the spanking at a time and place of her choosing. If, on the other hand, the boy’s appeal is successful the boy is permitted to give the girl double the number of spanks he received at a time and place of his choosing. All spankings will be in the traditional manner and in front of whomever is around. We get very few appeals, and in my time here, tribunal decisions have all been unanimous. The canteen at lunchtime is the favoured place and time.”

Fiona now looked very worried.

“But daddy, girls can’t possibly be spanked, let alone by boys. The canteen at lunchtime will mean the whole school will see a girl’s bare bottom… or worse!”

Mr Davies smiled to see the implications had sunk in.

“Equality of treatment here is paramount Miss Bell. As the old saying goes, what is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. All parents receive a letter from the governors setting out our reasoning on this matter and the parents will confirm in writing that they accept our standards of equality. We firmly believe at Oakdale that parents 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.”

Mr and Mrs Bell nodded to each other, then Mrs Bell smiled at Mr Davies.

“Our sentiments entirely Mr Davies. We will certainly sign the letter to confirm our heartfelt wishes on equality.”

Mr Bell had another question.

“Has being co-ed changed things in the sporting field, especially swimming, Mr Davies?”

Then he chuckled.

“I well remember my time here when I had to break the ice on the pool in January for that invigorating morning dip with our classmates in the altogether. That certainly woke all us boys up and had us ready for the day. We loved a swim first thing and ignored the shrinkage. It was so refreshing and made us all into the men we became.”

“What do you mean by shrinkage daddy?”

“Err… err… Well… err… Fiona… err… err… Your mother will explain that later.”

Mrs Bell tutted at her husband’s coyness and did not beat about the bush as she launched straight in.

“Boy’s willys shrink when they are in cold water Fiona.”

Fiona must have missed the bit about the boys being in the altogether. Paul had not and was worried about being naked with his immaturity on display. Fiona smirked at her brother.

“Does your willy shrink in cold water Paul? It’s already so small, how could we tell?”

“Err… err… err…”

“Don’t embarrass your brother dear. I just told you they shrink, and Paul’s tiny willy isn’t going to be an exception.”

Paul went an even deeper shade of red as his mother talked with his sister about his private shame.

“In answer to your question Mr Bell, when we went co-ed eight years ago, the governors felt some traditions were inappropriate to force on young girls. Boys, of course, still do gym and swimming in the traditional manner. You will recall our traditional first morning swim of the school year, which our boys still follow, and invariably continue to swim that way every morning. Miss Ferguson, the housemistress for that first intake of year 9 girls, began a voluntary tradition for their first morning dip, and each year more girls are embracing it. In fact, all of the current year 9 girls have adopted it for their morning dips with the boys, and, having fully agreed with the principles of equality, the girls embrace the traditions of our boys outside of just their morning dip.”

Mrs Bell smiled at Mr Davies.

“Do you mean boys and girls swim together ‘au naturel’ Mr Davies?”

“Only under the strictest supervision of their housemaster and housemistress, of course, Mrs Bell.”

Fiona piped up.

“What does O natural mean mum?”

“You’ll find out soon enough dear. Well Mr Davies, don’t you think now would be a good time to take that tour?”

“Quite so Mrs Bell. If you would all like to follow me, I’ll show you what our school can offer your two children. You will be able to get the views of the pupils too. On these tours, I always leave the children who will be joining us to discuss things with our pupils without my presence, so they hear about Oakdale like it is.”

“Aren’t you worried what they might be told Mr Davies?”

“We expect Oakdale pupils to tell the truth at all times. I’ve known our current year 9 pupils for the best part of 10 months, other years for even longer, and I am confident you would get a true picture even if I was there. By leaving your children alone with our pupils you can rest assured they will get the unvarnished truth.”

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Mr Davies held open the swing doors for the party to enter the gymnasium.

“This is our gymnasium where Mr Collins is taking the year 9 boys for PE.”

Mr Collins saw the party enter and blew his whistle.

“OK boys, take five while I speak with Mr Davies.”

Fiona was grinning from ear to ear at ten naked boys chatting amongst themselves as the track-suited man came over.

“No need to stop Mr Collins. This is Mr and Mrs Bell and their two children, who will be joining us in September.”

“That’s no problem Mr Davies, the boys have been working full stretch for the last hour, and after five minutes of jumping jacks, I would have let them rest to calm down anyway.”

“Perhaps you could call over a couple of boys to chat with Miss Bell and young Bell to give then the lowdown on Oakdale, with no holds barred.”

“Certainly Mr Davies. Johnson, Reynolds, over here. At the double boys.”

Nick and Jim ran smartly over to the party by the door and snapped to attention. Fiona was awestruck to watch their stiff willys bounce about as they rushed over and could not keep her eyes off them. Mr Davies gave the boys a smile.

“This is Johnson, and this is Reynolds. They have been with us since last September and will be moving up to year 10 next term. Would you boys take Miss Bell and young Bell to meet the other boys and tell them about Oakdale?”

He gave them a grin.

“You will be out of my hearing and I expect you to give them the truth, warts and all, boys.”

Jim smiled.

“We will sir. The truth and nothing but the truth sir.”

“The whole truth Reynolds?”

Jim returned his grin as he trotted off.

“Maybe sir.”

As they walked away, the deputy head thought about how Miss Brown’s outgoing personality had really rubbed off on Reynolds such that he was able to joke with a senior member of staff. He smiled at the parents.

“Reynolds is an only child to a military family. They moved so often that he had little time to make friends, and girls were right off his radar. He was quite shy when he first came here but has really come out of his shell since joining our school, not least as our most outgoing year 9 girl took him under her wing right from his first morning. Miss Brown got him to join the drama club, where he is now one of our star performers. After Reynolds taught her gaming skills, that young lady even got me to change our rules. It was agreed that pupils who maintain good homework standards may use their games consoles in the junior common room between 7 and 9 Monday to Friday evenings, as well as Saturday and Sunday afternoons. She even persuaded me to discuss with other local schools about setting up an inter-school gaming league. The league went viral, so schools throughout the world now join in. This opened our pupils’ eyes to other cultures and created many help networks for those in developing nations. We had to improve our WiFi to cope with the extra need for speed, and that has been a boon for our pupils in so many other areas. The two of them are quite amazing as they do all the league administration for me and still turn in first class homework. How they find time for gaming I do not know, but they are currently the UK league champions, which reflects well on them and our school. The very first world school gaming championship is coming up next week, and my money is on Reynolds and Miss Brown to take the crown. They certainly will be a force to be reckoned with when they leave Oakdale.”

Mrs Bell chuckled.

“Reynolds is quite a well-endowed young teenager, as is the other boy. Johnson was it?”

Mr Collins smiled.

“Reynolds was still a little boy in that department when he came to Oakdale, but the puberty lottery finally dealt him a good hand. Johnson is the captain of our Second Rugby 15, and one of Oakdale’s best all round athletes. Reynolds reckoned he was useless at sport, but he found a niche with hurdles. He now has to jump several inches higher than when he was first here, if you know what I mean, but has developed stamina and can outrun most of the boys now.”

Mr Davies chipped in.

“Here at Oakdale our aim is to bring out the very best in our pupils, and Reynolds is a testament to what we have always striven to achieve.”

Mrs Bell looked over to see Fiona laughing at her brother, who had gone red.

“Fiona can be a bit of a madam, often belittling Paul to make him doubt his own abilities. I hope you can improve them both.”

“There is a young lady in Miss Lancaster’s swimming class next door who had quite an attitude when she came here in September but has changed such a lot. She also took a shy year 9 boy under her wing and they’ve both improved. When your children come back we’ll pop over to see Miss Lancaster and her class of girls.”

“Don’t you worry at all about boys and girls forming relationships and causing problems here Mr Davies?”

“Since becoming co-ed Mrs Bell, we’ve invested in a very strong Relationships and Sex Education curriculum. We all like to think our children are still five when it comes to matters of the opposite sex, but they are inquiring young teenagers, and girls will be girls and boys will be boys. Public Displays of Affection are frowned upon, but our grounds are big enough to find some privacy, and we have the surrounding woods and lakes as well. Any developing relationships are discreetly monitored and we work hard to develop a bond with our pupils, just as good parents would. Pupils are always encouraged to discuss any issues they may have with our RSE teacher, their housemaster, housemistress, or matron, as they prefer. Education in this area with the emphasis on respect, respect, and more respect has to be the key to developing stable long term relationships. Don’t you agree Mrs Bell?”

“Indeed I do Mr Davies. Leaving our children to learn about sex behind the bike sheds from other children who did not know what they were talking about has never been any use and is no use in this day and age either.”

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Fiona could not stop giggling as these two boys took her and Paul over to meet the other boys. She was amazed they were all chatting away to them as if they were fully dressed, but they were naked and had boners for heaven’s sake. Paul asked Jim a question.

“Err… How can you… err… stand there completely… err… err… naked… err… and… err… err… in that condition too… err… then chat away with me… err… err… and my sister… err… as if… err… this was… err… so natural.”

Before Jim could reply, Fiona interrupted him.

“Paul’s only worried because he’s got a tiny bald winkle. He’s afraid everyone will make fun of him, just like I do.”

Paul went scarlet as she revealed his secret to this older boy. Jim bristled at such disrespect to her brother.

“When I came to Oakdale last September Miss Bell, I hadn’t started puberty either. Some boys and girls start early, some later, which is all quite normal. My level of mental maturity has not changed over the last 10 months, even if my penis has grown from a tanner stage two 1.6 inch flaccid length and 3.1 inch erect length into what you have been unable to take your eyes off for the last three minutes. The penis you are looking at is now a tanner stage five penis at 3.8 inches flaccid and 6.4 inches erect. Unless you have a tape measure on your person so you can check it Miss Bell, you will just have to take my word for it.”

He pointed to Richard Jenkins sporting a sparsely hairy 4.5 inch boner.

“On our first afternoon at Oakdale, my friend Richard got a nasty rope burn along his penis and scrotum and I had to take him to matron for her to check him out. We were having gym when it happened, so we were both naked. We had just got to her office as a year 10 girl came out. She made fun of our ‘tiny bald winkles’ as you so childishly described prepubescent male genitalia. We were with a girl prefect who reprimanded her immediately for being so disrespectful. We watched as the prefect gave her bare bottom 12 spanks right there and then. After that, she had to turn round to face us, displaying her pubescent female genitalia, and was required to apologise. I hope for your sake that your level of maturity has improved before you come here. With that attitude you will undoubtedly end up getting the same.”

Fiona had never before been spoken to like that by any boy and could not believe what she had just heard.

“Boys always need spanking, but girls can’t possibly get spanked, and on the bare bottom is positively indecent!”

Paul looked at this older boy and silently nodded his thanks for those words. Jim smiled then turned back to his sister.

“Disrespectful girls do get spanked here, and on their bare bottom like everyone else, so you have been warned. Now Paul, in answer to your question, it was initially a bit embarrassing, particularly when all the girls saw us on our first afternoon. The very next day, on our traditional first morning dip for year 9, we quickly found out that Oakdale has a very relaxed attitude to bodies whether boys or girls. We all have them, and every pupil here has long got over any qualms they may have had. We boys love to start our day with a refreshing early morning dip accompanied by the girls. Year 9 is the first to use the pool so, in winter, we have to break the ice before the other years and our teachers join us. My friend Julie always jokes about my shrinkage, but I just rib her about her nipples looking like coat hooks after a cold dip. We always find it funny that cold water makes boy bits pop back in whereas girl bits pop out.”

Paul had a big grin on his face as Fiona looked horrified.

“Girls swim naked here, and with boys too. I’m telling mum and dad that I’ll never come to this dreadful place.”

Fiona suddenly lost interest in the naked boys and went over to her parents as Paul stayed to chat some more. Mr Davies smiled as he saw the look on her face.

“I am sure the boys gave you an accurate idea of life at Oakdale Miss Bell.”

“They certainly did sir. Mum, I’m never coming to this awful school.”

Mrs Bell glared at her, in no mood for her daughter’s typical nonsense.

“We are investing heavily in our children’s education and Oakdale is the best. You’re coming here and that’s final.”

Fiona went into her usual sulk. Paul was still chatting with the naked boys. Mrs Bell smiled and called him over.

“Come along Paul, we have more for you kids to see.”

Paul smiled as he said goodbye to all the boys and sauntered back. He didn’t see the wink his mum got from Mr Collins as he switched to his best sports master’s roar.

“AT THE DOUBLE BELL!”

She saw her son’s smiling face change to one of horror, as any boy’s face would if they just had been bellowed at by their gym teacher. He instantly switched to running full tilt and snapped rigidly to attention in front of them. He was very surprised to receive a grin and a chuckle from his future sports master.

“Well done Bell. Keep that up and we’ll get along fine in September.”

His parents laughed as their son’s face returned to a smile on realising Mr Collins was just having fun with him.

“I’m sure we will sir. Err… Do you play cricket here sir? I’ve a pretty good batting average at my current school sir.”

Mr Collins looked at his parents.

“It’ll be the end of lessons shortly, and if you have a few minutes after Mr Davies has taken you round, perhaps we could try your son out at the nets against our best junior bowler.”

Mr Bell looked at his watch to see there was plenty of time before they needed to start for home.

“We’ve got at least an hour before we have to get back Mr Collins, so that’ll be fine. We’ll return in 10 minutes for Paul to get kitted out and demonstrate his skill in the nets. Cricket is our boy’s favourite sport.”

Mr Collins looked across at his boys.

“Over here Royle.”

Fred didn’t need to be told, as he came over at maximum speed and stood to attention.

“Royle, this is Bell who will be joining us next year. He says he’s got a good batting average. You can try him out.”

Mrs Bell was admiring Royle’s attributes, which had clearly gone down a bit now but were still impressive.

“Err… Mr Collins… err… a hurtling cricket ball can do a lot of damage to a growing boy. Do they wear protection?”

“Of course, Mrs Bell.”

Royle gave her a grin at his sports master’s next comment.

“We managed to find a cup large enough to fit this boy…”

Paul was shocked as Mr Collins just yanked his shorts and underwear right forward and peered in.

“… and we’ve plenty for this size.”

Mr Bell saw his son’s scarlet face at receiving the same brusque treatment he always got from his sports master, and thought he’d just have to become used to it here. Mr Bell had a big smile, as he wanted to meet Miss Lancaster’s class.

“Now, Mr Davies, where are all those girls you want us to see?”

He gave Mr Bell a nod.

“If you will all step this way, we will go and meet Miss Lancaster and her swim class.”

They went past the changing rooms and out to the pool. Mr Bell saw three girls up on the diving platforms, and they were stark naked. His son was astonished as he had never seen a naked girl before and there were three right in front of him. His daughter could not believe what she was seeing. How could any girl do such a thing? It’s disgusting! Mr Bell and his son both had stirrings down below as they watched three naked girls perform perfect dives into the water. Looking into the pool, they saw the three were not alone as two more naked girls pulled themselves up the ladder to climb out, and there were others in the water. They were all naked! Mr Davies gave a light cough.

“This is Miss Lancaster, who teaches the girls swimming. I am taking Mr and Mrs Bell on a tour of our school. Mr Bell was himself a pupil here some 20 years ago, and their two twins will be joining us in September. We were hoping some of your girls could fill Miss Bell and young Bell in on what life is like here for students at Oakdale. I thought Miss Bishop would be useful to talk with Miss Bell.”

“Certainly Mr Davies.”

She blew her whistle.

“Ok girls, all out of the water while I talk with the deputy head and our visitors.”

She turned to the Bells.

“A matter of safety, you know. I cannot have girls in the water if I am not able to give them my full attention.”

Mr Bell smiled at Miss Lancaster.

“Err… The girls’ swimming attire is somewhat… err… shall we say… err… unorthodox?”

“Boys, as you will recall Mr Bell, have done sport completely naked ever since Oakdale was founded in 1722. When we became co-ed, the governors felt young girls should not be forced to adopt that tradition. This did not preclude a voluntary adoption of our cherished traditions, of course. The year 9 housemistress, Miss Ferguson, started a voluntary tradition for her girls at the first morning dip in that initial co-ed year, and since then, more and more girls have taken it up. This year, all our year 9 girls have adopted it after their very first morning dip. In these days of equality, there was a general feeling amongst the girls that it was unfair for tradition to only apply to boys. After swimming that way once, it became their preferred option. They recognise changing between lessons takes time, and now also do gym just like the boys, which gives an extra five minutes for my swimming lesson. None of us teachers even give the girls a second look Mr Bell, and neither do the boys. It has been such a lovely summer this year and getting lots of sun is so good for growing young bodies. No doubt the girls and boys will be sunbathing after school to get an all over tan. It was the same sunny weather last week, and no one got dressed until it was time for their tea.”

She then looked over to her girls all chatting away.

“Miss Bishop, could you join us please? Miss Brown and Miss Symonds, perhaps you would join us too please?”

The three naked girls trotted over. Julie smiled at the deputy head.

“Prynhawn da syr.”

“Prynhawn da i chi hefyd Miss Brown.”

Mr Davies saw his visitors’ puzzled looks.

“Miss Brown spent some time at a school in North Wales and speaks Welsh like a native. That is my birthplace, so I speak it fluently. Miss Brown was just saying ‘good afternoon’ to me, and I replied, ‘good afternoon to you too’.”

Julie looked at Mr Bell and his son then turned to Mr Davies with a grin.

“Mae'n edrych yn gyffrous i'n gweld ni'n ferched, ac felly hefyd ei fab ciwt.”

Mr Davies gave a splutter and smiled at the Bells.

“Err… Just Miss Brown… err… trying out… err… a little Welsh joke. Err… Most hilarious Miss Brown.”

He quickly changed the subject.

“Now Miss Bishop, perhaps you could take Miss Bell out of our hearing and talk to her about your time here. You can be as candid as you like. I think you will have some particularly pertinent comments for her. Miss Brown and Miss Symonds, perhaps you could introduce Bell to the girls so he can hear about Oakdale life from a girl’s perspective.”

He grinned at Julie.

“Warts and all of course Miss Brown. No less would I expect from you Miss Brown.”

She grinned back.

“You know me too well sir.”

As the children went off, he smiled at Mr & Mrs Bell.

“She will no doubt be our head girl in a few years. We will be making her and Reynolds prefects next term.”

**********

Julie and Bobby grabbed a hand each and took Paul over to meet the girls. As they surrounded him, Paul thought Oakdale was unbelievable and kept pinching himself to check he wasn’t dreaming. He knew a polite boy shouldn’t stare at a girl even when she had clothes on and these girls were all naked, so he kept contact with their eyes only. It was Julie who noticed.

“You can check us out, as we girls quite like being admired. All teenagers are curious about what the opposite sex looks like. We’ll be checking you and all the other year 9 boys out when you get here in September, but once our initial curiosity has been satisfied it’s a case of seen one, seen them all.”

His eyes scanned this girl as she gave him a twirl. He really liked what he saw, as the bulge in his shorts confirmed.

“Oakdale has a very relaxed attitude to naked bodies. You don’t look like the kind of boy who would pester us girls for a naked photo, but that is what we have had to put up with before we came here. Such perves would swap any photos with each other too. Right from the start we decided to take that right off the table by showing our all to the boys at our first morning dip. Once they’d seen what we’d got, there was nothing to pester us about, and who wants to look at a picture if they could see the real thing themselves. Besides, we’d seen the boys, so thought it only fair to let them see what we had. Quite frankly, neither boys nor girls even notice now, and our teachers never did.”

She stared at Paul.

“You’re cute you know. A lot of the girls are going to like you.”

He blushed but did notice several girls give him a smile and a nod.

“Really! No girl has ever said that to me. My twin sister always runs me down with her friends.”

“She’d better not do that here, as Oakdale takes a very dim view of disrespect. I can see she is talking with Sara, who disrespected my boyfriend Jim at our first morning dip. That was all because he hadn’t started puberty, and was suffering from normal boy’s shrinkage in the cold water. Mr Yelland got her to strip naked and gave her six spanks in front of us all. I had been ready to knock her block off, but Jim was amazing as he just accepted her apology and shook her hand. She has changed so much since then and we’re all the best of friends now.”

“I met Jim a few minutes ago. He’s really nice. He didn’t tell me about Sara, but said another girl disrespected him and his friend Richard, and the prefect spanked her right in front of them. They saw her… err… private parts… err… as she had to apologise to them.”

She giggled and swept her hand down in front of her body to emphasise the obvious.

“Haven’t you noticed Paul that girl parts are pretty public here.”

“Oh… err… yes… err… of course… Err… So sorry Julie.”

“That rude girl was June Glover. She got expelled for shoplifting in town. The headmaster was livid at the shame she had brought down on Oakdale. He assembled the whole school to witness her punishment as she had to walk onto the stage completely naked and bend over the vaulting horse to receive 12 strokes of the cane. The shopkeeper and his three teenage sons were on the stage to witness how Oakdale deals with its worst offenders, and after getting caned she had to personally apologise to each of them. Good riddance to her.”

“Err… Julie… err… what was that Welsh joke you told Mr Davies?”

She laughed.

“I wasn’t telling a joke. I just said that your dad looked excited to see us girls. We all saw the tent in his trousers.”

Julie smiled as she saw his shocked face at what she just said.

“You said that to your deputy head!”

He went scarlet as she reached forward and tweaked the small bulge in his shorts.

“I also said ‘and so does his cute son’. We girls can see you’re still excited.”

He looked round to see several smiling girls.

“I’m so sorry girls.”

“No need to apologise Paul, as we girls know you boys can’t help it. You’ll soon be able to ignore us and not react. Mr Davies is used to seeing girls naked and never reacts. Pity really, as we would love to see his big willy go stiff.”

“You’ve seen Mr Davies naked!”

“Unless they’re busy, all the teachers join us in our morning dip. You’ll soon get used to our ways Paul.”

Julie saw his cute eyes sparkle as he grinned.

“Mr Davies said those exact words to my twin sister, but I think he was referring to something quite different. Has he really got a big willy?”

“Mr Davies has the biggest willy at Oakdale, even bigger than Ronald Cartwright in year 10. Ronald is not my type, but he’s very popular with many of our girls.”

Julie saw his eyes lose their sparkle as Paul heard her infer girls prefer boys with big willys.

“Are you OK Paul? Was it something I said?”

“Err… No Julie. Err… I’m fine.”

Julie remembered the small bulge in his shorts and realised his problem.

“Hey Paul, only a shallow girl would be bothered if a boy had not yet gone through puberty. It’s what’s inside the boy that matters. My boyfriend Jim was only starting when he arrived here, and you’ve already seen how big he is now.”

“I wish I had a twin sister like you, as my sister is always making fun of me. A few weeks back, she had half a dozen friends staying for a sleepover. As I was leaving the bathroom ready for bed, two of the girls grabbed my arms as my sister pulled my pyjama bottoms off. They all laughed as she pointed out I was still a little boy.”

She gave him a smile.

“Listen, it was those girls who lacked maturity, not you.”

His spirits lifted as he saw the other girls all nodding. Julie saw Mr Bell beckoning to his son.

“I think your dad wants you.”

“Thanks girls. I’ve got to go now as Mr Collins is getting me to try my batting out against Royle, who I gather is your best bowler. Cricket is my favourite sport and I’ve got quite a good batting average.”

“Lessons end shortly, and we’re all going to sunbathe on the lawn before tea. We’ll come out and cheer you on first.”

Julie saw his eyes were sparkling again as he gave the girls his best smile.

“Thanks girls. That’ll be great.”

The Bells went back outside and saw the boys by the nets. Mr Collins came up to Paul.

“Right Bell, Oakdale boys don’t play sport dressed like that. Get your clothes off and be quick about it.”

Paul had no choice if he wanted to demonstrate to Mr Collins the batting skills he had developed.

“Yes sir.”

Dropping his undies, he ignored his sister’s giggles as he stood there naked. Mr Collins came over with a cricket cup.

“You’ll need to wear this.”

Paul was surprised when he grabbed his little willy and balls then tucked them inside the cup and adjusted the straps. Striding to the far end of the net, Paul felt so exposed wearing only a cup. He stood before the wicket holding the bat.

“Ready Bell.”

“Yes sir.”

Mr Collins turned to Fred.

“Ready Royle.”

“Yes sir.”

Paul saw Mr Collins nod as Royle ran full pelt to give his best delivery. In a split second Paul sized it up and stood ready to send it for six. Just then, the girls came out. A millisecond later, Paul heard the bails and stumps fly off in all directions. His spirits fell as Paul saw he’d blown it. Royle leapt in the air.

“Howzat sir!”

Mr Collins had seen the distracting girls but had also seen Bell’s excellent stance. He knew just what to do.

“No ball Royle.”

“But sir…”

“The umpire’s decision is final Royle. Bowl again Royle.”

“Yes sir.”

Paul thought that ball had been a good one, but Mr Collins was obviously in a better position to make the call. He saw Julie and the girls standing by the boys. Jim and Julie both gave him smile. You’ll soon be able to ignore us, Julie had said. He thought now would be a good time to start as he read Royle’s second delivery then smashed it for six.

“Well played Bell.”

Royle bowled a further 11 balls. He tried everything without getting near the stumps. Mr Collins called a halt.

“That was an excellent performance Bell. Yours was too Royle, but this lad had your measure soon enough.”

Fred gave Paul a hearty slap on the back then turned to his sports master.

“With me bowling and him batting sir, we might be able to pick up the Northern Trophy next year sir.”

“My thoughts entirely Royle.”

He gave them both a smile.

“Well done the pair of you. I look forward to seeing you next term Bell, now run off and get changed.”

“Yes sir.”

Jim and Julie came over accompanied by Nick and Bobby, plus Richard and Sara. Fiona was off checking out the boys as his parents talked with Mr Davies. Paul had slipped off the cup and was putting on his t-shirt as Julie came over.

“That was a great performance Paul. Sorry we distracted you on that first ball.”

“That’s OK Julie, it was a no ball anyway. Mr Collins was pleased with my try out. It’s always a relief to get on the right side of your sports master, as they can make your life a living hell.”

Jim, Nick, and Richard agreed. Jim smiled.

“You’ll find Mr Collins is a good guy. I was never much good at sport, but he thought I was good at hurdles. I’d not been complimented by a sports master before, but he encouraged me and I actually look forward to gym now. You’ve got the attributes for hurdles, so try it out next term.”

“I will Jim.”

Nick was thinking about new talent for next year’s team.

“Are you any good on the rugby pitch?”

“I play fly-half on my current school team Nick.”

“I’m the captain of the junior team and we’ll be holding trials the first week of term. I’ll see you then.”

Sara smiled at him.

“You’d better get dressed Paul. I’ll give you a hand.”

She picked up his underpants and held them open. He suddenly realised his willy and balls had been on display all this time. There was his little boy erection and it had never gone so rigid. He was sure he’d been ignoring these naked girls, but these last six months his willy seemed to have a mind of its own. He was amazed no one seemed to bother.

“Err… Thanks Sara. Err… How did you get on with my sister?”

Putting his feet in the leg holes, Sara pulled them up. He failed to supress his squeak as her warm fingers tucked it in.

“Your sister does seem to have a chip on her shoulder about boys, just as I had when I first came here. At the first morning dip in the pool, I laughed at Jim’s pre-pubertal genitalia. Mr Yelland spanked me naked in front of the whole class, so the boys saw I was still a little girl. They never made fun of me, as I almost certainly would if the boot had been on the other foot. I realised the boys were more mature than I was, especially Jim. I’ve spoken to Fiona, but I’m not sure I got through. Unless she changes her tune, she’ll be in for a lot of trouble. Disrespect is a big no-no here.”

She looked across at Fiona watching the boys.

“Look at her, she’s giggling like an 8 year old. They’re boys. They’ve got willys and balls. What is her problem?”

She got his shorts and he stepped in. Bobby came over and squeezed his little bulge.

“Nick used to get problems like that. We found his school cap was handy to cover up.”

Nick gave her bare bottom a gentle smack.

“Play nice Bobby. You’re embarrassing Paul.”

Paul just smiled at them.

“It’s fine Nick. As Mr Davies and Julie said, I’ll soon get used to Oakdale ways.”

**********

On the drive home, Fiona kept giggling about all the naked boys and how her brother looked such a little boy when he had to change in front of everyone. Mr and Mrs Bell keep telling her to drop it, but she went on. When they reminded her that girls were naked at Oakdale too, she just said she would never be as it’s indecent.

It was just before tea time when things blew up as Mrs Bell raised the issue uppermost in their parent’s minds.

“Your father and I have been discussing this afternoon and your futures at Oakdale. We feel that it would be helpful if you both experienced Oakdale ways so you can get used to them before you get there. Starting now, we want you both naked whenever you are at home, regardless of who is here. Get undressed now.”

Paul started to strip but, as they expected, Fiona argued.

“Never. Paul will see me, and Aunt Ruth and cousin Ian are coming over for tea shortly.”

Mrs Bell smiled as there was a knock at the door.

“Here they are now. I’ll get the door Frank while you deal with this little madam.”

Paul was already naked with his arms folded when his aunt Ruth and his 15 year old cousin Ian walked in. Fiona was in shock and hadn’t moved. Mr Bell was sliding out his belt as he acknowledged them..

“Hi Ruth, hi Ian. We just have a family issue to sort out before tea. You heard your mother Fiona. Get undressed.”

She bristled.

“Never daddy, and you can’t make me.”

“Are you disrespecting your parents? You’ve just earned a spanking my girl. When you get to Oakdale, the cherished tradition is to bare your own bottom for a spanking. You can start that now, so drop those shorts and panties girl.”

Ian had a big grin as he was about to witness his perpetually rude cousin get her just deserts. Fiona began pleading.

“Please no daddy. I can’t daddy as Paul and Ian will see me. Please daddy pleeaaassse.”

Calling him daddy had always worked in the past whenever a spanking was imminent, but Fiona suddenly realised he was serious and she was in big trouble.

“No daddy, no. Please daddy.”

He grabbed his daughter and yanked up her t-shirt. She snapped an arm over her flat chest as daddy yanked down her shorts and panties in one. Her other arm flew down to cover up. He whacked his belt across her bare bottom.

“Get those hands on your head girl.”

She knew she had no option and went red to be fully exposed before her twin brother and older cousin.

“I was going to give you six belts Fiona, but Oakdale tradition is another six if the spankee does not bare their own bottom. You need to learn those traditions, so get over my lap girl.”

Her older cousin had a big grin on his face as things were unfolding as he hoped. Mr Bell was about to start when Paul surprised him.

“May I be excused pleased dad. I really don’t want to see this.”

Much to Ian’s disappointment, his mother chipped in.

“I think you’d better go with Paul too.”

Things were looking up again as his aunt made her views abundantly clear.

“At her new school, pupils get spanked in front of whomever is around. You will both stay here.”

“Please mum. I really don’t want to see my sister cry.”

Mrs Bell was surprised.

“Why not? Your sister is happy to watch you getting spanked and always makes fun of you when you end up crying.”

“What my sister wants to do is her business mum, but I don’t want to see her get spanked. Please mum.”

Ian couldn’t understand why cousin Paul didn’t want to see Fiona get her comeuppance, as he’d witnessed Paul get spanked several times and Fiona was always there laughing as his bottom was striped. When her friends were around, she could not resist telling them every detail about how much he screamed and cried, and that was while he was right alongside them. If it had been a recent spanking, she would smack his sore bottom so they could laugh at him wincing. He remembered that one sleepover two weeks ago where she pulled his pyjamas down just to show all those girls his red bottom and then pointed out he hadn’t started puberty yet and they all roared with laughter. He’d just seen Fiona hadn’t started puberty either, so why would she bring that up? He thought twins were supposed to have a familial bond, but this bitch sure enjoyed humiliating her brother. Ian was happy with his aunt’s final decision.

“OK. You may go up to your room Paul, but you’re staying Ian. Sit on the couch with your mother.”

His cousin was crying before her dad had even touched her, and when that first belt landed her scream would have woken the dead. Her legs were flying about all over the place and, from where he was sitting, he could see everything as her slit seemed to wink at him. He thought her dad was far too quick since her 12 belts were over in less than 10 seconds. As her husband pulled Fiona up, Mrs Bell saw her daughter had tears cascading down her face and was too occupied rubbing her sore rear to notice the total exposure of her front.

“Right my girl, tea will be ready soon.”

Fiona’s eyes were reporting that Ian was grinning at her, and her skin reported an unfamiliar breeze from every corner of her body. These urgent stimuli finally rose to the top of her brain’s rapidly filling in tray, which clicked into gear and snapped her hands in place to shield her most important parts from her older boy cousin. Mrs Bell knew her daughter had to be taught to change her attitude.

“You are the oldest Ian, so while you’re here I’m putting you in charge of this naughty little girl. You can smack her bottom if she covers up or doesn’t do as you tell her.”

His aunt gave him a nod and Fiona felt her cousin’s hand land full strength on her bare and already very sore bum. Her brain gave that stimulus a low priority for any action and her hands didn’t move. Ian was enjoying this as he got another nod. It took five more smacks to re-prioritise those increasingly urgent stimuli before her hands dropped.

“That’s better Fiona. Until further notice, you will obey your cousin as if his orders were coming from me. You will show respect to your cousin at all times by addressing him as sir. Now hold your cousin’s hand like the little girl we can all see you are, so he can take you up to your brother’s bedroom and fetch him down for tea.”

Being led naked out of the room by her older male cousin was total humiliation, and she was seething inside as she was also being forced to hold his hand like she was a five year old. She decided to comply with her mother’s order whilst in her presence. As the living room door closed her immature brain swung into action.

“Get your stinking hands off me you pervert.”

She wildly swung her foot at her cousin to try and land a savage kick to his shin. She didn’t know he’d been learning martial arts and he avoided her foot and effortlessly spun round to whisk both feet from under her. As her sore bum hit the floor with force, she landed with both legs wide apart, giving her cousin the most complete view of her little girl kitty until she snapped her legs together. Her mum came out to find what the commotion was all about.

“What happened Ian?”

He was a bit nervous as he had just used force on a girl, and a younger girl at that.

“I’m very sorry auntie, but Fiona tried to get away and went to kick my shin.”

“Nothing to apologise about at all Ian. You were in charge and acted in the most reasonable manner. This naughty little girl obviously needs more education in learning to do as she’s told.”

She saw Fiona’s slippers under the hall chair and picked one up and handed it to her nephew.

“Perhaps you could oblige with a lesson for her right now Ian.”

Fiona’s brain summed up her appalling situation and she shrieked out her pleading.

“No mum, he can’t spank me. He’s a boy. Please not this mum. Pleeaaassse.”

Mrs Bell ignored her and gave him a nod. Fiona squealed as he grabbed her ear and pulled her over to the hall chair. She began to cry as he sat down and draped his younger girl cousin’s naked form over his lap.

“Six will be a sufficient this time Ian, but you may increase the number in subsequent lessons if she remains naughty.”

“I understand auntie.”

He looked down at the twelve purple stripes across his cousin’s bare bottom and almost felt sorry for her, but she’d tried to kick him and really had brought this all on herself. Mrs Bell reinforced his thinking.

“Spare the rod and spoil the child Ian. If this naughty little girl is ever to learn, you must not hold back.”

He nodded to his aunt. The already overworked pain cells in Fiona’s bottom went into overdrive as her slipper landed there with full force. That stimulus went straight to the top of her brain’s in tray, but it searched in vain for a reaction that could alleviate things, and just set her voice to maximum and her thigh and calf muscles to a full-on run response. Her cousin was rocked by her deafening scream as her legs flailed about wildly but carried on spanking, nonetheless. Ian knew he really shouldn’t be enjoying this, but he was. Immensely! Mrs Bell nodded as his sixth landed.

“That was an excellent lesson Ian. Get this naughty little girl up.”

She ignored the prominent bulge in his shorts and addressed her daughter.

“You will thank your cousin for taking the time to give you your lesson. Go on, thank him!”

Despite her burning rear, she was still seething and spoke the bare minimum though gritted teeth.

“Thank you Ian.”

She didn’t see her mum pick up her other slipper, but sure felt it land slap bang in the centre of her purple rear.

“You can do better than that my girl, and it is sir when speaking to your cousin.”

When her scream faded away, her brain sensibly concluded now was the time to go into full apology mode.

“I’m so sorry sir. Thank you very much for teaching me to do as I’m told sir.”

“That’s better. Now hold Ian’s hand and go up and fetch your brother.”

She gave him no more bother, for the moment at least, and held her cousin’s hand as they entered her twin’s bedroom. He was sitting on his bed reading, naked of course. She wriggled free of her cousin’s hand and snapped at her brother.

“I suppose you’re enjoying this. Well go on and stare you little perv.”

Ian had noticed that, unlike himself, Paul had deliberately not been staring at this naked girl. Admittedly, it was his sister, but a naked girl is a naked girl. How Paul could ignore his sister’s rudeness was beyond him, but he would not.

“Listen Fiona. Your brother not only left the room because he didn’t want to see you get a spanking or see you crying, but also, unlike any boy I know, he has not been staring at a girl who is naked. You always enjoyed seeing him getting spanked and made fun of him if he cried, even ridiculing him in front of your friends. When are you going to grow up and stop being the little bitch you currently are?”

She had had enough of this and side-stepped Ian to get to the open door. She turned to them and spat out her response.

“You fucking boys all hate us girls. Fuck off and leave me alone.”

She had not seen her father coming out of the bathroom. He grabbed her ear.

“What was that you just said?”

“I’m sorry daddy. Err… It was the boys who taught me those words daddy.”

“Don’t you daddy me girl, and don’t try to throw the blame on the boys. You will be 13 in a few weeks’ time and are fully responsible for your use of those disgusting words. You’re getting your mouth washed out with carbolic soap for spouting such filthy language girl.”

Ian remembered his gran doing that to him once, and all he’d said was ‘bloody hell’. She thrashed him first, using a switch she had him cut from her garden. Boy did she hurt, and that foul taste lingered in his mouth for over a week.

“Ian, would you help me with this girl please?”

“Yes sir.”

He followed them into the bathroom, then his uncle glared at Fiona, who looked petrified.

“Don’t you dare move girl.”

He saw him go to the cabinet and unwrap a large bar of red soap, just like his gran used. He then sat down on the toilet and pulled the naked girl over his lap.

“Please daddy. No daddy, no. Plea…”

Ian heard her voice cut off, to be replaced with a gurgling sound as his uncle pushed that soap bar in her mouth.

“Ian, get down and hold her mouth shut while she gets the spanking of her life.”

Ian was grinning as he did as he was told. He held her jaws just right, so she had to look into his eyes as her father’s slipper came down again and again on her sore bottom. She tried to close her eyes, but the shock of each slipper made her eyes spring open wide, and with her jaws clamped shut, she could not scream. Ian watched his girl cousin’s face getting redder and redder, as foam began to leak out of the side of her mouth and drip onto the floor beneath her. Boy was he enjoying this. Finally, her father stopped and told Ian to take her over to the sink, keeping her jaw clamped. He held his cousin’s face over the sink, then he received a nod from her father.

“OK Ian, let her go.”

That red bar shot out of her mouth as she coughed and coughed out all the foam. She grabbed a mug to rinse out her mouth, but her dad landed a slipper on her bum.

“Put that down girl. You are not to rinse your mouth out until bedtime when you brush your teeth.”

Fiona had never felt so wretched as she stood there crying. Her father had had enough of her.

“You girl can come down when you’ve got yourself presentable. OK Ian, let’s get some tea, I’m starving.”

They left her to her misery. As they passed Paul’s room, he got called down for tea.

“Come and get some tea son.”

“I’ll be down in a few minutes dad.”

**********

He saw his twin sister was by the sink sobbing her heart out. She saw her brother in the doorway and glared.

“Have you come to gloat?”

He ignored her question and picked up a cloth. He smiled as he held her chin.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She was puzzled but let him do what he wanted as he wiped her tear stained face, then got a towel and dried her off. He saw she still looked a mess and picked up her hair brush.

“I’ll tidy up your hair, it looks like you’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards.”

When she looked in the mirror, she had to agree. He’d never done her hair before, but he was being so gentle.

“How’s that sis.”

She still didn’t understand why he was doing this, but she saw her hair was presentable.

“Err… Thanks Paul.”

He filled up a glass of water and held it out for her.

“Rinse your mouth out. It won’t get rid of the taste, but it’ll help.”

“Err… Dad said I wasn’t to rinse my mouth out until bedtime.”

He grinned.

“He didn’t say I couldn’t rinse your mouth out though, did he?”

“But you’ll get in trouble.”

“I’ll risk that. Come over to the sink and I’ll use a new toothbrush to clean your mouth out.”

She was still unsure of her brother, but after he’d finished she was feeling quite a bit better. The taste still lingered, but at least Paul had got rid of the residue of the soap. He looked down and saw her bottom was purple.

“Your bum is in a state. Mum has some ointment she always rubbed on my bum after dad spanked me, which soothed the sting quite a bit. It’s in her bedside cabinet, so I’ll just go and get it. You lie on your bed and I’ll rub it in for you.”

“You’re not supposed to go in their bedroom, and I’m not sure a boy should even be looking at me there.”

“It’s not the first time I’ve sneaked in their bedroom, and this won’t be the last. They’re both downstairs and I’ll have the ointment back before they even know it’s gone. FYI, I’m not just a boy, I’m your twin brother. Remember we used to bath together seven years ago, so I’ve seen your bum before, and we’re both naked now. What’s your problem?”

She thought he did have some valid points, and her bum was so very sore.

“OK. I’ll be on my bed when you’ve got the stuff.”

He was soon back and she found her twin brother’s hands on her bum most pleasant and gave out some appreciative moans. Finally she stirred and rolled over to sit up facing him.

“Mmmmmmmm. Your hands felt so soft on my bum. It’s still tingling, but not burning so much now.”

Paul saw her legs were slightly open. He’d been trying not to look all evening, but Julie had told him girls like to be admired. Unlike those girls at Oakdale, he saw her chest was flat and her plain slit had no hair. He gave his twin sister a smile as he tapped his prepubescent willy.

“We’ve got a lot more in common than just being twins. What does it matter we’re both late in starting puberty?”

“That girl Sara Bishop told me she’d been a bitch to boys before she got to Oakdale. That first morning dip, she was the only one wearing a costume. She made fun of Jim’s little willy, especially what with his shrinkage. The boys’ housemaster had her strip bare, then he spanked her in front of everyone. They all saw she was still a little girl, but none of the boys made any comment. Jim accepted her apology, then offered her his hand and said my friends call me Jim. That was when she realised those boys were more mature than she was. She struck up a conversation with that boy Richard in the pool, who still looked like a little boy then, and they are best friends now. As we saw earlier, they’ve both caught up on the outside now. Ian was right, I’ve been a little bitch to you. Can you forgive me?”

“You’re my twin sister, so of course I forgive you.”

“Thanks Paul.”

“You’re welcome sis. Are you OK to go downstairs now?”

“I’m going to have to get used to this at Oakdale, so I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. Will you hold my hand please Paul?”

He would always give support to his twin sister and held out his hand. He smiled at her as she gave it a squeeze.

“Let’s go Fiona.”

**********

It was that first morning dip of the new school year and year 9 were getting out of the pool, all dressed in accord with those cherished traditions. Jim and Julie were wandering up for their year 10 dip. Paul saw them and came over.

“Hi Jim, hi Julie.”

Jim spoke first.

“We’re both prefects now.”

Paul realised they were now so much senior to him and snapped to attention.

“Sorry sir. Sorry miss.”

Julie gave him a smile and swept her hand down in front of her body to emphasise the obvious.

“As you can see Paul, we’re out of uniform so Julie is fine. A prefect’s uniform has one stripe on the sleeve and you don’t call us sir or miss. The correct form of address is to refer to us as prefect. If you see two stripes on the sleeve that will be the head boy or head girl, and that’s how you address them in uniform. You’ll soon get used to our ways.”

Jim gave Paul a smile too.

“Out of uniform, Jim’s fine with me too.”

Fiona came up with a boy in tow.

“Hi bro, I just met Jack. He’s from Devon too and hasn’t been away from home either.”

Paul nodded at Jack, who he already knew as he was only a few beds from him in the dorm.

Fiona looked at the older pupils.

“Hi Jim, hi Julie.”

Paul gave his sister a grin.

“They’re both prefects now.”

He was amused to see his sister and Jack snap to attention just like he had.

“Sorry sir. Sorry miss.”

Jim and Julie could see Paul and Jack had a lot in common down below. They gave them a smile and Jim spoke first.

“Tell your sister Paul.”

“As you can both see, they’re out of uniform, so Jim and Julie is fine. Prefects have one stripe on their sleeve and you address them as prefect when in uniform.”

The other years were coming down for their dip, and Jim spotted a friend.

“Hi Brenda, I hear congratulations are in order.”

“Thanks Jim. Congratulations to you and Julie too. Who are these newbies we have here?”

“This is Paul and his twin sister Fiona with her friend Jack. Meet Brenda Francis guys, she’s our new head girl.”

Jack and Fiona snapped back to attention, as Fiona nervously addressed the most senior girl at Oakdale.

“Err… Pleased to meet you… err… miss.”

Julie saw her brother’s grin.

“Tell your sister Paul.”

“When she’s out of uniform, Brenda or Miss Francis will be OK. The head girl and head boy have two stripes on their sleeve and you address them by their title when they’re in uniform. We newbies will soon get used to Oakdale ways.”

Their head girl gave them all a smile.

“Brenda is fine when I’m not in uniform guys.”

Paul stretched out his hand.

“Pleased to meet you Brenda.”

“I’m sure you’re going to enjoy your time here. Did you go anywhere nice for your summer break?”

It was Fiona who answered.

“Mum decided me and Paul needed to get normalised with our body image, so we’d fit in with Oakdale’s traditions. We’d already been in the buff at home, and mum put my cousin Ian in charge of me, as I was a real bitch at first. Thanks to Paul’s support, I realised I wasn’t actually going to die of embarrassment, so it bothered me less and less each day. The fun began when we spent three weeks in the south of France. Mum arranged everything but did not even tell daddy exactly what type of beach resort we were going to. Ian was really pleased when mum invited him along, ostensibly to look after me, but he had no idea what he was letting himself in for. It was after dark when we arrived at a beach resort called ‘La Belle Plage’. It was so funny that first morning. Me and Paul came down to breakfast without a stitch on, just as we’d been for several weeks by then. When we’d eaten, mum dropped a bombshell on Ian and daddy, telling them she had chosen a nudist beach, so they had to strip off too. Mum joined us, but daddy kept repeating ‘I can’t, not in front of my daughter’. Mum was having none of it and got me and Paul to take his shorts and underpants off. He was struggling when mum started tickling him. That distracted daddy and Paul grabbed his shorts and they were off, so I yanked his undies down, then held them aloft in triumph. He whisked his hands in front to cover up, but I smacked his bum hard until he dropped his hands to reveal his impressive willy.”

Paul took up the story.

“Meanwhile, Ian was desperately trying to get out of it. Mum and a red-faced dad were naked, and we were all waiting for Ian. That tent in his shorts was really obvious, and his willy smacked his tummy so loudly as mum yanked down. I grabbed his hand as Fiona held his other one, and we all walked off to the beach. It was really sunny, and when we got there, mum decided we all had to put on sun block. Me and Fiona did each other, as mum did dad, then she did Ian. When mum got to his willy, it was still so stiff. Mum just grabbed it to rub the sun block in, when he suddenly grunted and squirted out what seemed like gallons of white stuff. Me and Fiona had never seen that before, so mum had to explain to us about what happens when boys enter puberty. As you can see, we haven’t started puberty yet, just like Jack, but mum said we’ll get there quite soon and not to worry. At least Ian’s willy went down for a while.”

Fiona giggled.

“He was huge. As big as you Jim. Does your willy squirt Jim?”

Jim smiled and left it to Julie to answer that.

“You can take my word for it Fiona that all my boyfriend’s parts are in perfect working order.”

Fiona’s eyes went wide as she saw who was approaching and what swung between his legs. Mr Davies smiled at Julie.

“Bore da Miss Brown.”

“Bore da syr.”

“Good morning Reynolds. I understand your parents were abroad on some kind of classified operation, and Mr and Mrs Brown invited you to stay with them for the summer break. Miss Brown told me yesterday that she’s been teaching you some Welsh while you were staying with her. Say something in Welsh for me Reynolds.”

“Err… Borry dar sir.”

“Hmmm. I think Reynolds is going to need a lot more one on one tuition to improve his accent Miss Brown.”

Julie grinned.

“I think I can cope with that sir.”

He turned to Brenda.

“Congratulations on becoming head girl Miss Francis. I was really pleased to see the headmaster’s recommendation. It was very well deserved. You and Richmond will make a good team as head girl and head boy with all your prefects.”

“Thank you sir.”

He gave Jack a smile.

“Good morning Thompson.”

How do teachers remember everyone’s names thought Jack? I only said my name to him once at the station and at the induction. Jack was not quite sure yet whether having his name known to the deputy head was a good thing or not.

“Good morning sir.”

Mr Davies interest in student dynamics had noticed the subtle interactions between Miss Bell and Thompson.

“I’m pleased to see you’re already making friends here Miss Bell.”

Fiona thought it really weird to be talked to by a naked teacher while she was naked too, but Mr Davies was treating this as the most natural thing in the world. Oakdale was very different to every school she’d been to, so it will take a lot of getting used to, but with Paul, and now Jack, as support, she knew she was going to like it here.

“You may recall from yesterday sir that Jack lives in Devon too sir. He’s only 15 miles from me and Paul sir.”

Brenda saw the school clock and switched to head girl mode.

“Time is marching on, and you year 9 pupils have to go round the sports field to dry yourselves, have your shower and get dressed ready for breakfast, then off for your first lesson. Run along now and no dawdling, as you don’t want to be late on your first full day at Oakdale.”

Even though she was out of uniform, Paul, Fiona, and Jack all caught the tone of her voice and spoke in unison.

“Yes head girl.”

As the bare bottoms of the three newbies raced off, Mr Davies smiled at the new head girl and her two prefects.

“Another new school year and our cherished traditions are still intact.”

If he’d been dressed, they probably would have seen him look at his watch at this point.

“High time for that dip, don’t you think?”

They all got his drift and knew they had dawdled enough this morning. Apart from things all the other pupils had to do, they also had prefect and head girl duties to get in before they started their own lessons. He smiled to himself as these bright pupils picked up his subtle request to get a move on. The deputy head watched their bare bottoms hurry off for the pool as a trio of responses came back.

“Yes sir.”




















   
   
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