Marlborough Junior High and Swimming at The Y

Marlborough Junior High and Swimming at The Y Part 2

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 2

I had been dreading seeing the dentist, but who would have thought that the best part of my whole Monday afternoon would be having my teeth drilled? If it was not enough that my younger sister had seen me naked, and watched me get spanked by Miss Roberts, my teacher then told her to take me to the changing rooms and see I had a shower and got dressed. Things actually got worse from there as mum decided to explain to Florence about boys, with naked me as Exhibit A. Mum did nothing to stop my sister from keep pulling back my foreskin to get the head to pop out, and, after another spanking from mum, she made me pee in front of Florence. My sister had a huge grin as she watched me take a shower, then mum told me to do under my foreskin and she giggled as I had to pop the head out to wash it. Having Lopez and Prior alongside me washing their huge dicks did not help, as I felt her comparing our every dimension.

At last it was over and I could get dressed, but no! Mum decided Florence had to dry me off as if I was a 3 year old. I tried to protest, but mum actually encouraged my younger sister to spank me, and she really hurt as she landed that slipper on my wet bum. I couldn’t object, even when she squeezed my balls as she dried them. She pulled back my foreskin and began rubbing my willy really hard. Richard’s cousin Len had told us about what he called ‘jerking off’ over the Easter break and I had been trying it out by myself since then. I’d managed to get that fantastic feeling, but it was only last month when the first clear drop came out. It was to be the following month before me and Richard did each other, so that afternoon was my first at someone else’s hands. It may have been my sister, but it felt better than when I did it. I gave a muted grunt as my willy pulsed, which must have been when Florence realised something happened. She called out to mum and was told willys going stiff will happen to boys and to ignore it. I looked down and was horrified to see a clear drop emerging from the end of my willy. Florence saw it too, but I don’t think she knew what is was. Her two fingers pulled along my willy, and I saw more than I had ever seen before ooze out the end. She just wiped it with the towel and stood back to admire her work. It stiffened again as she gave it a final rub.

Now I could get some clothes on and cover up, but mum decided it would be quicker if they dressed me. Florence held my underpants open and said ‘Feet’, then she pulled them up and actually grabbed my boner to tuck it inside. It was so humiliating as she gripped it again through the fabric and pushed it back so she could do the zip up. Finally I had been dressed and picked up my bag to leave when all my classmates ran in with willys flopping all over the place. I saw Richard go red as she looked down at his and grinned, then Bob asked me to introduce him, which I did. He grinned at her and went over to the urinal to spray all over it with absolutely no embarrassment at all. As we left, mum signed us both up for an extra Saturday swimming lesson with her mother, so Florence would get to see me naked every week. Miss Roberts said there would be more girls at the lesson who would be even younger and told me her mum took a dim view of boys showing off in front of girls and if I did she would give me an old-fashioned paddling. I had no idea what a paddling was then, but it was not in my nature to boast or show off so I thought I’d be safe.

After the dentist, I had to traipse round after mum and my sister as she looked in all the shops to choose a bikini for Saturday. After Florence had seen and handled every square inch of my body, was I going to see her bare skin? Of course not, as I was left outside with just my sore mouth for company. Eventually she had made her choice and it was after six when we pulled into the drive. I just wanted to go and hide, but mum had other ideas.

“Tea will be quite a while, probably not before 7.30, so why don’t you two go to the Jacksons.”

Before I could say anything, Florence grabbed my hand to pull me down the road. I just hadn’t got the strength to argue. When we got to their house, it was Richard who answered the door. Florence gave him a smirk.

“Hello Richard. I seem to have seen such a lot of you today.”

He went red, then Mrs Jackson came up.

“Come on in you two. We’ve just finished our meal and are having a coffee. Would you like one?”

We both said yes please and followed her in. There at the table were Rita and Mr Jackson. He smiled at me.

“I gather it was swimming this afternoon. How did you get on? I’ve barely got a word out of Richard.”

Florence had been bursting to say something and crashed right in.

“Barely is the right word Mr Jackson. We had to pick Jim up early from his lesson at the YMCA for our appointment at the dentist. The attendant told us to go right in and the boys were lined up alongside the pool with Miss Roberts their teacher, and they were all bare. Right there in front of me and mum were 14 stark naked 12 year old boys!”

I saw Rita’s jaw drop, but Mr Jackson laughed.

“Are they still getting boys to swim that way at the Y? I thought that had died out.”

Mrs Jackson looked at her husband.

“You might have told me that before I bought Richard those new trunks. $10 they cost us George.”

“How was swimming then Richard?”

Richard had gone scarlet.

“Err… err… err…”

Rita was giggling as Florence took up the pace.

“There were two older boys with them who were acting as her swim assistants, and they were naked too. Apparently rules at the YMCA pool require all boys to swim with nothing on as fibres from swimming trunks block the pump filters. Miss Roberts said Jim and Richard were both struggling to swim. She said her mum did swimming lessons for boys and girls every Saturday morning with their mate Bob. Mum signed Jim up and I thought it would be good idea to learn to swim so I was signed up too. Mum got me a new bikini so I’m ready to go.”

Rita grinned at her mum.

“I would like to learn to swim mum. Perhaps I could join Flo.”

“A good idea Rita. Learning with a friend is always better. From what Miss Roberts told Florence it seems your brother could do with extra lessons too. I’ll have a word with her in the morning and get you both signed up.”

Richard pleaded with his mum.

“Please mum, I don’t want to swim that way in front of Rita, or anyone else for that matter. She’ll see everything.”

Mr Jackson smiled.

“I remember my sisters and their friends used to love swimming with me and my friends at the Y. It soon cured us boys from any modesty issues in front of girls. In hardly any time at all, it seemed the most natural way to swim.”

“But dad…”

Mr Jackson was in no mood for supporting his son and made his views crystal clear.

“You will be having Saturday swimming lessons with your sister, and that’s final!”

Richard knew he was beaten and shut up. Mr Jackson had not finished.

“Me and dad were often bare wandering about the house in summer. It’s family, so who cares. You need to get rid of all your silly modesty boy, so start by getting those clothes off now, unless you want to feel my belt across your butt.”

“But Florence and Jim are not family. Please dad…”

“They’ve both seen you in the buff already. What’s your beef? Now do as I tell you boy.”

Mr Jackson stood up and began to undo his belt buckle. Richard got the message and pulled off his t-shirt. His dad paused but did not sit back down. Richard hesitated as he got to his underpants, so Mr Jackson slid his belt out. My friend instantly whipped them down, but then snapped his hands in front. Mr Jackson flicked the end of his belt across Richard’s backside. It was clearly just a light touch meant as a warning, but Richard shrieked at the pain.

“No covering boy. Get those hands on your head.”

He did as he was told. Rita was giggling as she stared at her naked brother. Mr Jackson then looked across at me.

“Richard might like some company, so get those clothes off too boy.”

“But sir…”

He folded his belt and tapped it on his palm. Today it would be regarded as child abuse, but in America then a boy didn’t argue if any adult wanted to take a belt to you, as you only made things worse. No boy ever told their parents or they would give you another thrashing on the assumption you must have been doing something wrong to warrant it.

“My house, my rules. You boys today are far too modest. Your sister has already seen you, and you know Rita will be seeing what you’ve got on Saturday anyway, so what are you bothered about.”

Rita watched me get undressed and grinned as she saw me grip the elastic of my underpants. I could only push down.

“Mum, Jim’s willy looks different to Richard’s.”

Florence decided to impart her new found knowledge as she grabbed the very end of my willy.

“Mum told me that Richard has been circumcised, meaning this loose skin has been cut off the end of his willy.”

I was even more embarrassed when she yanked my foreskin back to pop out the head.

“See, it looks like Richard’s willy now. A bit smaller, as Jim has not gone through puberty yet. Mum said his willy and balls will get bigger when he does. That wrinkly bag will drop then, and he will get hair all round too.”

I saw Mr and Mrs Jackson were just smiling as my little sister held my willy. Mrs Jackson then spoke.

“You are quite right Florence. Most boys in the US are circumcised at birth, as it looks neater and is easier for boys to keep clean. You should use the proper terms for boy parts Florence. The correct names are penis and testicles, rather than willy and balls, and that bag is properly called the scrotum. That loose skin is known as a boy’s foreskin.”

Mr Jackson turned to me and Richard, then grinned.

“Right you kids, out into the garden and play, as I have some things to discuss with June. You boys had better be nice to the girls and I don’t want to hear that you wouldn’t let them play, or you’ll both be getting sore butts.”

Just to make it clear to us boys, he smacked the belt loudly on his palm. The girls giggled as they grabbed our hands.

“Let’s go play boys.”

Fortunately, their garden was pretty well screened from neighbours with high fences and trees. Rita pulled her brother right into the playhouse at the bottom of the garden where her parents couldn’t see, as Florence dragged me along.

“Lay down here Richard. Jim you lie next to him. Spread those legs as I want a closer look at what boys have got.”

My day was getting worse as not only was my sister seeing me naked again, but Richard’s sister was too, and with her parents full approval. Rita went to grab Richard’s willy, but he pushed her off. She had a smug grin.

“Fine. I’ll just tell dad you boys wouldn’t let us play, then me and Flo get to watch him give both bare butts a belting as you bawl and scream with legs kicking wildly like a couple of first graders. What’s it to be boys, willys or butts?”

She knew she had us over a barrel, so without another word she just reached out and grabbed her brother’s willy and moved it around to study it. Then she grabbed mine and did what Florence did, giggling as the head popped out.

“My cousin Jackie told me boys willys grow and get hard sometimes, but she never said how they do that.”

Florence imparted more of her recent knowledge.

“Jim’s went stiff when I dried him off after his shower. I just rubbed back and forth. You try Jim, I’ll do Richard.”

Rita looked surprised.

“You’ve dried Jim after his shower.”

“Mum told me to do that this afternoon, as we were running late for the dentist and it would save time.”

“And he let you?”

She giggled.

“Mum told me to spank him if he argued. He did, so mum nodded. Jim sure screamed as I slippered his wet bum.”

Would my humiliation ever end today? Sadly not, as Rita kept pulling my foreskin back and forth while my sister did Richard. Being circumcised his had less movement, but Florence soon got Richard stiff, almost four inches long.

“There you are Rita. Your brother has a stiff willy now.”

“Jim’s is still floppy. Let’s swap.”

As Florence started playing with mine, Rita was exploring her brother.

“It’s ever so stiff Flo and all warm too.”

It began to feel funny as my sister rubbed away. Her efforts were soon successful.

“That’s got Jim all stiff Rita. He’s much smaller than Richard, probably just over two inches I think.”

Rita produced a rolled up tape measure from the top pocket of her pink dungarees.

“I was cutting up some fabric earlier for a new dress. We can use this to get an accurate reading.”

She grabbed my boner, then had a quandary.

“Jim’s still has this skin sticking forward. Shall we measure it pulled back or as it is? I know Flo, I’ll do both.”

She held the tape along my boner, then yanked the foreskin back.

“2.8 inches with skin, 2.3 inches pulled back. I’ll just take a few other measurements… 2.0 inches circumference…”

I squeaked as she grabbed one of my balls. My sister gave her a warning if a bit late.

“Watch out Rita, boys are very sensitive there.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that. Sorry Jim, I’ll be more careful. Jim’s balls are 0.7 inches long Flo. Now for Richard.”

As Florence was watching Rita measure Richard, she absent-mindedly continued to pull my foreskin back and forth.

“Richard’s is 3.9 inches long and 3.7 inches round. His balls are 1.6 inches long.”

My breath quickened and I was worried. Powerless to stop that incredible feeling, I gave out three grunts.

“You alright big brother. Your willy went so stiff just then, and I felt it pulse three times.”

How can you explain that to your little sister?

“Err… err… err…”

Then she looked down.

“What’s this Jim? There’s several runny clear drops on my hand and one oozing out of the end of your stiff willy.”

Rita giggled.

“Jackie said boys sometimes squirt stuff out when their willys go stiff. Semen she called it, but I’m sure she said that was a greyish white color. Does your stiff willy squirt stuff out Richard?”

He went red.

“Err… err… err…”

“What were you doing Flo to get Jim to squirt?”

“I was just rubbing back and forth on his willy.”

“You’ve obviously got the knack. Try doing that on Richard’s stiff willy.”

I saw mixed emotions from Richard as my sister grabbed his boner and started rubbing. We’d yet to jerk off together, so this was the first time I watched it happen to another boy. It was not long before I recognised the change in his breathing, then I saw the head swell right up and he gave five grunts as stuff squirted about six inches out of the end of his boner onto his belly. Florence put her finger in the small pool.

“This is greyish white, so must be that semen your cousin Jackie talked about. It’s quite thick and sticky.”

She touched her finger to her tongue.

“It tastes a bit funny, but not too bad.”

Florence looked across at me.

“That clear stuff came out of your stiff willy when I dried you off earlier. What is it?”

It wasn’t at all like Richard’s grey stuff, so I told her I honestly wasn’t sure. Then Richard offered an explanation.

“Err… When my willy first started to squirt… err… it was clear and runny… err… but over the last few months it has become grey. Err… My willy is bigger than Jim’s… err… and I guess his will change color as puberty advances.”

Rita looked puzzled.

“Who rubbed it for you to get it to squirt?”

Richard went scarlet.

“Err… Jackie’s brother Len told me… err… how… err… I could rub it myself… err… to make it squirt.”

“Why would boys want to do that anyway?”

“Err… Because you get… err… the most fantastic feeling… err… when it squirts out.”

Rita grinned at Florence.

“Jackie and Len are visiting in two weeks’ time. Perhaps if you and Jim come over, we could find out more.”

Just then a shout came from the house.

“Florence and Jim, your mum called to say tea is on the table and you are to come home immediately.”

Rita quickly pulled a handkerchief along Richard’s willy and cleaned his tummy up. Florence used her handkerchief to do mine. As I got up, she saw my bare butt and gave it a loud but playful spank. She giggled.

“Sorry big brother, I couldn’t resist it. Come on, we’ve got to get going.”

When we got to the house, Mr Jackson looked at me and Richard.

“June and I have agreed that you boys are far too modest. Starting now, boys entering this house will get their clothes off straight away and they will stay off until they leave.”

Rita grinned at her father.

“Can I bring my friends round while boys are here dad?”

“Of course you can Rita. We have to remove this silly modesty from today’s boys.”

Mrs Jackson came in with my clothes. I went to take them so I could get dressed, but Mr Jackson grabbed them, then shoved them in my belly with some force.

“Your mum said immediately, so you’ve no time to change. We can all see you’re still a little boy and no one cares about seeing a little boy’s bare butt as he runs home naked. Now git!”

With that he gave my rear a loud but definitely not playful spank. The girls giggled as my willy bounced and I flew out the door holding the bundle of clothes over my front with my hand covering my bum. When I got to our front door I realised I could not open it without using one hand or the other. I asked Florence to help.

“Please open the door for me Florence before someone sees me.”

She had a big grin as she stood in front of me with her hands on her hips.

“If only I had a camera Jim. This would make a great shot for the family album.”

“Please Florence.”

“OK Jim, OK. Keep your hair on.”

Florence went up to the door and opened it, then beckoned me in.

“After you Jim.”

As I ran past, I heard her giggle as my bare butt felt another loud but playful smack. Mum looked on in amusement at the sight I must have presented coming through our front door. Florence told mum what Mr Jackson had said about little boys and she laughed, then she took my bundle away.

“You’ll be needing a bath before you get to bed James, so no sense getting dressed. Now sit next to Florence and eat.”

The seat was cold on my bare bum, and Florence’s hand kept sliding up my thigh. My day got no better after tea.

“Mrs Jackson told me that here in the US, girls your age Florence can earn pocket money from babysitting. Bathing the boys in your care is all part of a babysitter’s job, so you can practice on James tonight. Go up and run his bath. I will pop in to see how you are doing, but babysitters need to make sure their charge goes to the toilet first and any uncircumcised boys must be cleaned properly under their foreskin.”

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On Saturday morning, Mrs Jackson stopped outside and honked her horn. I grabbed my brother and practically had to drag Jim to the car. A grinning Rita sat next to a glum-faced Richard as we got in.

“Hi guys. All ready for our swimming lessons?”

I ignored the boys’ mumbled reply and showed Rita my new shiny blue bikini.

“Wow, that is so cool Flo. Want to see mine?”

She had got a bright red polka dot bikini that looked great.

“I can’t wait to try my bikini out in front of the boys Flo.”

After parking up, we went through the door to the YMCA and Mrs Jackson spoke to the lady on reception.

“We’ve come for Mrs Roberts’ swimming lesson.”

She pointed to a large lady in a swim suit.

“There’s Mrs Roberts over there. Make yourselves known and she will take you in once everyone is present.”

As we got closer, I was puzzled by what she had clipped to her waist. It looked like a large table tennis bat with lots of holes drilled in it, and I wondered what that was for. Rita’s mum introduced us.

“My name is June Jackson, and this is my daughter Rita and her friend Florence Powell, who are both 11. This is Jim Powell, who is Florence’s brother, and my son Richard who are both 12. The boys have had a first lesson with your daughter at Marlborough Junior High on Monday but are struggling. The girls are complete beginners I’m afraid.”

She smiled at me and Rita.

“What enchanting girls Mrs Jackson. I’m sure Rita and Florence will have lots of fun here. My assistant Sanders told me that he already met Florence on Monday and is looking forward to helping her learn to swim. He is our best junior swim coach and has been swimming here since he was three.”

Rita put her hand to my ear and whispered.

“Is he the boy with the huge willy?”

I grinned and nodded. Mrs Roberts turned to Jim and Richard and glared at them.

“Powell and Jackson, I normally only take boys up to 11, so I want no nonsense from older boys like you. Any showing off will get you a good paddling. Over my years here I’ve had a lot of experience with lazy boys and won’t tolerate any lagging in my lessons. I expect you two boys to work your hardest or it’s the paddle for you.”

Rita giggled, but I had no idea what she meant by that. Richard looked distinctly nervous as he quickly responded.

“I will miss.”

Jim decided he had better agree.

“So will I miss.”

“That’s a funny accent. Where are you from?”

“Florence and I came over from England last year miss. Our dad is managing the US subsidiary of his company miss.”

“You’re in America now and I’ll have none of your fancy English boy ways in my pool. Have you got that Powell?”

I had no idea what she was talking about, and I doubt Jim had either. He looked as nervous as Richard.

“Yes miss.”

A man came over with two young kids holding his hands. They wore the same shoes, socks, t-shirts, and shorts. With the same hair style, they just had to be identical twins. He gave our teacher a smile.

“Good morning Mrs Roberts. Alan Gordon’s the name. I don’t suppose you remember me, but you taught me to swim here some 25 years ago.”

“Indeed I do Mr Gordon. You always came with your charming younger sister. Samantha wasn’t it? How is she?”

“You have an excellent memory Mrs Roberts. Samantha lives in California now and has three lovely daughters. You taught us so well that I was hoping you would be able to fit in my 7 year old twins and teach them too Mrs Roberts.”

“It’s always gratifying when former pupils want me to teach the next generation. Of course I can Mr Gordon.”

“You have such a lot of pupils to teach today Mrs Roberts, and I wonder if you would like one of your former students to assist with these children. It would be my pleasure to help after all you have done for me and Samantha.”

“How kind of you to offer. There are quite a few here today, and you are welcome to join us in the pool Mr Gordon.”

“I assume rules at the Y have not changed Mrs Roberts.”

“Still the same Mr Gordon.”

The man smiled and gave her a nod, then she turned to us pupils.

“We’re all here, so you boys follow Mr Gordon to the changing rooms. I want you all undressed and by the pool in two minutes as we have such a lot to get through. Girls follow me to our changing room so you can put on your own swimwear. Parents, siblings, and friends are always welcome to watch the lesson from the bleachers. We find it helps boost the children’s confidence to have people they know encouraging them from the poolside.”

Rita’s mum gave us a smile as she went off to the bleachers with the other mums and those kids who weren’t getting in. There were a lot of them here and odd they were all girls. I guess they must be sisters of us swimmers.

As the boys went off, Jim really stood out. He was nearly as tall as Mr Gordon and had six inches over Richard but towered a foot taller than the other boys who ranged in ages from around 6 to 10. It looked like me and Rita were two of the oldest girls with most 9 or under. When we girls got to our changing rooms, everyone seemed happy to just strip off. I had never seen Rita naked, and saw her boobs were a bit bigger than mine and she had more hair down there than her brother. The rest of the girls were flat chested with the same bald featureless little slit like mine was last year. I was a bit nervous as I had never got undressed in front of others before. Even my mum had not seen me naked since the last time she bathed me some five years ago. Rita slipped on her red polka dot bikini and she looked fantastic.

“Hurry up Florence, we don’t want to miss seeing the boys coming out.”

I could delay no longer and managed to get my bikini on with the minimum of exposure to the others. As we went out, I saw Bob sorting out some equipment for the lesson. He turned and gave me a wave. Rita giggled.

“Wow, you were not wrong Flo. That is an impressive willy. Introduce me to him.”

We went right up to Bob who gave me that fabulous smile.

“Hi Flo. That blue bikini looks absolutely stunning on you.”

My cheeks flushed at his compliment but I was over the moon at his remark. I introduced Rita.

“This is Richard’s sister Rita. They live just down the road from me and Jim.”

I saw Rita thrust her chest forward as he put out his hand. She looked disappointed as Bob didn’t seem to notice and just politely shook her hand then turned to me.

“I can’t wait to get in the water and teach you how to swim Flo. I know you’re going to love it.”

I heard a thump as that pair of swing doors flew open and the man strode out holding the twins’ hands. Oh my God he was naked! He must have been some kind of athlete, as he had a full six pack and bulging muscles. My eyes were drawn to that enormous willy with a big purple head swinging about. I would need Rita’s tape measure to confirm, but it must have been almost 8 inches long. His sac with huge balls was covered in hair, as were his legs and chest. Wow! That was when I noticed the twins and saw they were not identical. The twin on the left had a cute winkle with a little pink head, but as I looked at the twin on the right I saw a bald featureless little slit. It was a girl, and she was naked!

He took the twins over to Mrs Roberts, who gave them a smile.

“Please meet Alfred and Angela Mrs Roberts. I hope this is alright, but the twins always insist on dressing the same.”

“That is fine Mr Gordon. YMCA rules allow girls to swim naked up to the age of 9. At Angela’s age I preferred to swim that way and was quite disappointed on my ninth birthday when mother got me a costume and made me wear it. She said a growing girl’s modesty must be protected, and I never argued with my mother.”

I don’t know how she could be naked in front of her father and brother. I’m sure I would have died on the spot then if Jim or dad saw me naked. Mr Gordon smiled and sat down on a chair beside the swing doors to await the start of the lesson when Mrs Roberts would need his help.

The other naked boys came out, with Jim and Richard looking decidedly nervous. I went over and couldn’t resist it as I gave Jim what was to become my signature grin followed by a loud but playful smack on his bare bum just to remind him the brother was naked and the sister was not. On this occasion he went red as everyone turned to the noise.

Rita pointed out a boy who was probably about ten. Unlike the other boys’ bald little winkles, his willy and balls were all hairy and, whilst not of Bob’s stature, were an impressive sight to an 11 year old girl. I did a quick head count and there were 36 pupils in total: 12 boys and 24 girls. Me and Rita were the only two girls wearing bikinis. Mrs Roberts lined up all the boys in height order as we girls stood around to watch. She started with Alfred as she picked his little winkle up and checked it all over, then turned him round and looked between his bum cheeks. She smiled.

“Well done Alfred. Full marks for being so clean. You can turn back now. Your son is OK to swim Mr Gordon.”

She went down the line checking all the boys out in the same manner. Jim was obviously the last as she grabbed his willy and slid the foreskin back, then turned him round to check his bum. She gave it a smack and spoke curtly.

“Turn around Powell. I suppose you’re OK to swim.”

The excitement at seeing all this was tempered by my increasing worry that us girls would have to strip off in front of the boys to have our most private parts checked before being allowed to swim. Mrs Roberts turned to us and smiled.

“Unlike boys, girls obviously keep themselves clean, so you will all be OK to swim.”

I saw quite a few girls look down at Jim’s willy, and it was young Angela who asked the question on all their faces.

“Mrs Roberts, that tall boy has a funny little willy. Why is it different to the willys of all the other boys?”

She glared at Jim and tutted.

“I suppose we will have to waste more of my lesson explaining to the girls why you haven’t been done.”

She smiled at us girls as she grabbed the end of Jim’s willy.

“Gather round girls. A willy is correctly called a penis, and this English boy has loose skin on the end, known as the foreskin. American boys have it cut off as they know their penis looks so much neater and they find it easier to keep their penis clean. Powell has not bothered to have it removed and untold filth can hide under that ugly foreskin.”

Angela smiled at Mrs Roberts.

“May I touch it please.”

“Of course you can my dear.”

I heard a telephone ring in the nearby office and she went to answer it.

“If you girls want to check out Powell’s penis while I take this call, please do, as it will save us time. I won’t be long.”

Angela was giggling as she kept making his pink head pop out, then all the other girls gleefully set to and had their go. Jim had gone scarlet and I was not surprised to see his willy was stiff. There was also a clear drop on the end. When they heard the office door open they quickly dropped his willy, moved back to put their hands behind their backs, then swapped all those huge grins for the most innocent of expressions. She smiled at the girls.

“All OK girls? Can we start the lesson now?”

Then she looked down at Jim and her face went as black as thunder.

“What did I say to you about showing off you disgusting boy? And in front of these young girls too.”

She unclipped that large table tennis bat with all those holes in it. I was still not sure what was going to happen, then Jim squealed as she grabbed his ear and hauled him over to the bleachers. She bent him across the bench and raised her arm high to crash the bat full power on my brother’s bum. The sound as it hit his bare flesh was deafening, to be followed half a second later by Jim’s blood curdling scream. Mrs Roberts just kept whacking away and Jim’s screams became a continuous wail. I looked over to Richard and was surprised to see he had gone stiff, and several of the other boys had too. Mrs Jackson rushed over. Richard shrieked as she grabbed his ear and dragged him over to the bleachers then sat down to pull him over her lap.

“You and Jim should be ashamed of yourselves putting on such a display in front of all these young girls, including your own sister and young Florence, and we can see your actions have led the other little boys astray. Jim is having his just desserts and you are getting the same.”

The girls on the bleachers were all giggling to see Richard’s legs flailing about as Mrs Jackson’s hand got his bum redder and redder. I saw Jim had gone limp, but Mrs Roberts kept on slamming that bat down on my brother. I put my fingers in my ears to try and block out his crying. What on earth had Jim done to deserve this? She had told the girls to play with his willy and it happens to boys if you do that. What did she expect? Finally the horror stopped.

Mrs Roberts and Mrs Jackson pulled them up. Richard’s bum was bright red, but Jim’s was purple and they were both crying so much. Mrs Roberts turned Jim round to inspect the damage and nodded.

“Let that paddling be a lesson Powell. I will be talking to your mother about getting that useless piece of English skin cut off so you match our fine American boys. I’m not having you disrupting my class with your English ways.”

My poor brother’s crying increased as he heard her say she wanted him circumcised and I saw red. This bitch seemed to hate boys and especially English boys. I was not going to stand for it and took her to task.

“In England we don’t do that to our boys miss. We leave them as God intended. I was led to believe America was a religious nation. Can you explain something to this English girl miss? Why do Americans consider they know better than the God they worship by tampering with the design He created for all your fine American boys?”

You could have heard a pin drop, and I thought I was going to get a ‘paddling’. I would have gladly taken it to support my brother, but she did not answer my question and just glared at me as she clipped her ‘paddle’ back on its belt.

“I can see I will be having as much trouble with you English as Dolley Madison had. You watch your step young lady. Now, we’ve wasted enough time, let’s get started.”

I’d no idea who Dolley Madison was and must ask Bob. Jim had stopped crying and I went over to him.

“You OK Jim?”

“Not really Florence, but I will be. You were so brave with your intervention, and I’m very grateful for that. Let’s just get in the water and have our lesson. Don’t tell mum what happened today. If Mrs Jackson says anything to her, I’ll just have to deal with it, but my bum will heal in a few days and it’ll be best to chalk it up to experience.”

He smiled.

“Bob’s been telling me all week that he’s looking forward to teaching you. Don’t disappoint him.”

His smile had changed to a grin and I knew he’d be OK. We went in the water and Bob came up to me.

“Wow, you were ferocious Flo. No one has ever talked to Mrs Roberts like that and lived to tell the tale.”

“Thanks Bob. Who was that Dolley Madison she mentioned?”

“She was the wife of our 4th President, James Madison. When the British attacked Washington in 1814 and set out to burn down our newly built White House, she was as cool as a cucumber and insisted on having the painting of George Washington taken down before she would leave. I guess Mrs Roberts has never forgiven you Brits for what they did.”

Bob showed me the basic strokes, but I was struggling.

“It might give you more confidence if I supported you a bit until you get the hang of it.”

He held out his hands just below the water and told me he would stop me from sinking. I knew just what I wanted and positioned myself perfectly as I flopped hard onto his hands. They both instinctively gripped me tightly so I wouldn’t go under. It felt fantastic as he squeezed my boobs and between my legs. I don’t think it initially registered where his hands were, then I saw his look of horror as he realised. He was about to let go when I gave him my best smile.

“Well caught sir.”

He saw my smile go from ear to ear and grinned. He had a gentle feel of my pussy and a tweak of my stiff nipples before moving his hands a few inches. Bob had a wonderful grin as he gave me his most insincere apology.

“Sorry Flo, my mistake. I must have had my hands a bit too wide apart.”

I was very happy that wasn’t the last time he made a ‘mistake’ with his hands. One time, I ‘accidentally’ slipped and had to grab the nearest thing. It felt wonderful as it grew in my hands. I hadn’t seen Mr Gordon coming over.

“How are you two kids doing?”

I went red and quickly let go.

“Err… I’m fine sir. Err… I had an accident and slipped sir. Luckily… err… Bob was nearby sir.”

He saw Bob’s purple head pulsing as it stuck up above the water. His eyes had such a twinkle as he spoke to me.

“My sister Samantha used to have similar ‘accidents’ with boys.”

Mr Gordon saw Bob was looking a bit nervous. He gave a chuckle.

“I was a boy your age once Bob. You know how much of a demon Mrs Roberts is with her paddle if she was to see that. I think perhaps this young lady might be ready for you to teach her in some deeper water. Don’t you agree?”

Bob grinned and nodded. I looked round and saw Mrs Roberts was at the far end of the pool and wasn’t watching. I quickly grabbed Bob’s stiffie and pulled it into deeper water. Mr Gordon smiled at me.

“Sam used to lead boys that way when Mrs Roberts wasn’t looking. I’ll let you into a little secret Florence, us boys actually like girls doing that.”

As I put Bob’s hands where I wanted them, Mr Gordon turned to him and winked.

“I’d stay in the water a bit longer until it goes down Bob. I’ll give my report to Mrs Roberts on what an excellent job you are doing in teaching this young lady to swim.”

He smiled at me, then gave Bob a formal nod.

“Carry on Sanders.”

Bob thought I was picking up the basics quite quickly, but still gave me that grin every time he decided I needed more support. As the lesson drew to a close, I saw Rita had latched on to that 10 year old with the hairy willy and balls. Jim had been paired up with one of the other swim assistants, rather than that witch. He only needed the occasional hands-on support from the assistant as he swam to the edge with his purple bum bobbing in and out of the water. I thought he seemed to be getting on well. As Jim climbed up the steps, his willy had shrunk to almost nothing with just a tiny mound of shrivelled skin between his legs. I asked Bob why and he said cold water does that to guys. I got further confirmation when he stepped out and I saw his was so much smaller than before. Boys willys sure are weird.

The twin Angela was sitting with her feet on that chair beside the swing doors, waiting for her dad and brother to get out. She was leaning right back and casually waving her knees about. There was a 9 year old boy watching and I got so embarrassed that she was displaying the whole of her slit to him, and it kept winking open as her knees went wide. She looked straight at him, then glanced down and giggled. When he saw what she was looking at, he seemed puzzled it had gone stiff, then Mrs Roberts got out and he shot in the changing rooms before she could see it. How could she be so casual with her most private parts. I regularly got to watch Angela swimming with Alfred over the next five years and she always swam that way. Her dad had apparently told her to say she was 8½ if anyone asked, but no one ever did, not even when her boobs and hair began to grow. It seems some rules at the Y were never enforced.

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