Marlborough Junior High and Swimming at The Y

Marlborough Junior High and Swimming at The Y Part 3

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 Three

That week saw me exposed to a lot to girls. Mum got Florence to run my bath every night for ‘baby-sitting practice’ and had her see I did a pee before she washed me all over with particular attention, of course, to under my foreskin. With Mr Jackson’s new rules, Rita and some of her friends got to see me and Richard every time I was over his place. On Friday night, the thought of my first lesson with Mrs Roberts and being naked in front of a load of even younger girls meant a terrible night’s sleep. Saturday morning Florence yanked me out of bed barely awake and shoved me under the shower. She giggled at my shrieks as she ran just the cold water. That sure woke me up!

When we got to the Y, we met Mrs Roberts. She was a large lady in a bulging one piece swim suit. Around her waist was a belt and hanging from it was some kind of bat with lots of holes in it. I wondered what she needed that for. She was so sweet with our sisters but seemed to take an instant dislike to me and Richard, warning us about showing off and then said something about we’d get a good paddling, whatever that was.

There was a man with twin boys about 7 years old who’d brought them along so they could learn to swim. He offered to help Mrs Roberts with the lesson and she had him take all us boys to get changed. Richard and I were probably the oldest boys there with the others ranging from 6 to 10. I was definitely the tallest. That man took the spot next to me and he and one of his boys began to strip off. The other didn’t move but watched me and Richard take off our clothes to hang them all on the hooks. As we stood there naked, it still felt a bit embarrassing but at least in here we were all guys together. I was dreading the thought that my everything would shortly be on display to a bunch of little girls. The man pulled his underwear down and put them on the hook to reveal a huge hairy willy and balls dangling between his legs. The son beside him had a bald willy a bit smaller than mine. Like his dad and all the other Yankee boys here, he was circumcised. The other son was just sitting there staring between Richard, me, his brother, and his dad, as if he was checking out what we’d all got, which was a bit weird. His dad chivvied him.

“Hurry up and get undressed so you and Alfred can have your swimming lesson.”

He shrugged and undid his shoelaces to remove his shoes, then pulled off his t-shirt and hung it on the hook. He put his hands inside his shorts and pushed them down and off. Smirking at me, he grabbed his undies, so I turned towards Richard to give the boy some privacy as he slid them down. Richard was facing the boy when I saw him give a shocked look. Turning back, I saw the second twin sitting with a leg up on the bench as he pulled a sock off. I was shocked too, as he had no willy and balls, just a slit where they should be. The poor lad must have had some terrible accident. He didn’t seem to be in the least bothered as he put his other foot up to slip that sock off then stood up on the bench, legs apart, completely naked. He gave me a grin then jumped down. His dad smiled.

“That’s better. Let’s go.”

I was surprised his dad had not put on any trunks and was going into the pool area stark naked. Richard then spoke.

“Oh my God. We were right next to a little girl who just watched us get naked!”

I wasn’t sure what he was on about.

“What are you talking about?”

“Didn’t you see her little slit?”

I must have still looked puzzled.

“Have you never seen Florence naked when you were a little kid?”

Of course I had never seen her without any clothes on and was shocked at the very idea of seeing my sister naked.

“Me and Rita got bathed together until she was five. Girls have a slit where we have our willy and balls.”

Oh, so that’s what girls look like down there. Then it hit like a sledgehammer; we’d undressed in front of a little girl.

“Oh my God. We were right next to a little girl who just watched us get naked!”

Richard raised his eyes to heaven.

“That’s just what I said. No time to worry now. We’d better hurry up and get outside as Mrs Roberts looks a dragon.”

I had no option but to follow Richard out and face all those young girls. As we got poolside, at least the first two girls had friendly faces as Rita and Florence came over. My sister gave me a grin as I got another of her loud but playful smacks on my bare bum. I went red as the noise made everyone turn my way to look at me in my birthday suit.

We boys were outnumbered two to one, and Mrs Roberts had us all line up in height order so the 24 girls got to watch 12 naked boys facing them with willys and balls all on display as we were checked one by one. I was very aware that my willy was different to all the other boys and could see several girls nudging each other as they pointed it out. Being the tallest, I was the last to be checked. Mrs Roberts roughly yanked back my foreskin and the girls giggled to see the head pop out. With the nightly attention from my sister, and this morning’s shower, it was spotless under there. I was ordered to turn round, bend over, and display my pristine clean hole, getting more giggles from all those younger girls. My bum got a hard smack as she told me to get up and turn back. At least that part of my humiliation was over.

The naked little girl twin came over and stared right at my willy, then she pointed and spoke to our instructor.

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

I got a fierce glare as she tutted at me.

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

My willy became the centre of attention for all these young girls as she grabbed it.

“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.”

That naked little girl piped up again.

“May I touch it please.”

“Of course you can my dear.”

That was when her telephone rang. As she went to answer it, I was horrified when she spoke to the girls.

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

That naked little girl stood in front of me with her legs apart as she kept making the pink head pop out to giggles from all the girls. I was focussed on her slit, never having seen what girls had between their legs. Coupled with her actions on my willy, it was soon stiff. A girl about 9 said a boy’s willy does that if you play with it. How did she know? Other giggling girls had a go at getting my head to come out, then that 9 year old took over. Her hand was moving up and down so much quicker than the other girls. She must have felt it go rigid and squeezed as that great feeling washed over me. The girl gave me a huge grin as she pulled her fingers along my willy and a clear drop began to ooze out. Just then, Mrs Roberts’ office door opened. That 9 year old girl instantly let go of my boner and the girls all moved away to stand with their hands behind their backs, smiling demurely at Mrs Roberts. She smiled back so sweetly.

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

She looked down to see my stiff willy with a dangling clear drop. Her smile vanished as she unclipped that bat thing.

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

I shrieked as she twisted my ear and dragged me over to the bleachers. That was when I found out what the bat was for as she held me over the bench and connected it full strength across my bare butt. I was screaming as she whacked away and was soon blubbing continuously at the unbearable pain. I may have passed out, but eventually it stopped and I was yanked back up. I saw Richard alongside me blubbing away too. What happened to him? That witch spoke.

“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 crying increased at the thought of my foreskin getting sliced off, then I heard Florence’s voice, full of quiet anger.

“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?”

I was certain she was going to get a spanking, but Mrs Roberts just gave her a glare as she clipped that bat on her 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.”

My eyes cleared as Florence came over to me. She looked really concerned as she inspected the damage.

“You OK Jim?”

I twisted round and saw my bum had gone purple. The pain was still intense, but at least it wasn’t getting any worse.

“Not really Florence, but I will be.”

I was so proud of my little sister to stand up for me like that. I told her not to tell mum about this just in case it was thought I must have deserved it and got another spanking. I saw Bob beside Mrs Roberts looking concerned too. He’d been on at me all week about Florence and how much he was looking forward to today. I forced a grin.

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

I saw her concern drop away as she grinned back then went over to Bob. As me and Richard stood by the pool, he told me he’d got a boner too and his mum gave him a humiliating spanking in front of all those little girls on the bleachers. I was nervous as Mrs Roberts and a guy about 18 came up. He was naked apart from a belt with a bat hanging down.

“Right you two older boys. I am putting Cooper here in charge of you two. You’d better not give him any trouble or you’ll get another paddling.”

We instantly snapped to attention and gave our response.

“No miss. We won’t miss.”

When she was out of earshot, Cooper turned to us as we stood at attention and tapped that wide leather belt and bat.

“This is the only uniform I get to wear here. Relax guys, I’ve never used this bat and don’t expect to do so today.”

We both breathed out.

“The name’s Matt by the way.”

He looked at my sore purple butt and gave a light chuckle.

“I had quite a few of Mrs Roberts’ full-on paddlings when I was your age. I don’t think Mrs Roberts understands what effect it has on us boys if we are naked in front of a lot of young girls, especially when you’re going through puberty. After more than 10 years at the Y now, I’m used to it, but I don’t know what she expects if she also gets the girls to check out our dicks, like Victoria did with you. She seems advanced for her age, and I guess her older brother Sean gets regular workouts from her. He’s that 10 year old over there. Everyone can see how advanced he is for his age.”

He pointed to a boy chatting with Rita. He had a long thick willy with hairy balls all dangling down. Matt smiled.

“For some reason he’s such a favorite with the young girls here.”

He turned back to me and gave a grin.

“How’s the butt feeling now?”

I touched my bum and winced, then returned his grin.

“I’ll live.”

He laughed.

“Once we get started, the cold water will help. Let’s get in the pool.”

That water certainly eased my roasting bum such a lot. The rest of the lesson was fine for Richard and me. Even Matt holding our willy and balls as he supported our floundering didn’t feel as weird as when our homeroom teacher did it, and we began to find our rhythm. When the lesson was over, we climbed up the steps to stand alongside Matt.

“You’re both beginning to get the hang of it. Mrs Roberts told me that you two older boys will be my project for this term, so you’ll be having me every session. See you next week.”

We got on well with Matt and were relieved to hear that. Florence came over with Bob. Looking down, she giggled.

“Willys don’t like cold water, do they? You can see even Bob’s has shrunk.”

My sister was not wrong. She grinned and raised her hand to give my butt her usual smack. She saw me flinch as it was still painful. That raised hand went upwards to go round my neck and pull me in for a light peck on my cheek.

“Come on Jim. Let’s go home.”

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It was the Sunday two weeks later and Florence and I were both out in the garden at Richard and Rita’s, with us boys under Mr Jackson’s rules. Their cousins were due to arrive, but the traffic was heavy and they were a bit held up. We suddenly heard a commotion coming from the house with a boy’s loud protestations and screams. Rita giggled.

“Sounds like Jackie and Len have arrived and he isn’t liking dad’s new rules for you boys.”

We all went inside to see Mr Jackson, belt in hand, laying into Len who was over his lap naked and screaming, with Jackie grinning alongside and Mr and Mrs Burke looking on approvingly.

“This – thwhack – is – thwhack – my – thwhack – house– thwhack – and – thwhack – my – thwhack – rules – thwhack – will – thwhack – apply. – thwhack – You – thwhack – boys – thwhack – today – thwhack – are – thwhack – far – thwhack – too – thwhack – modest.”

Mr Jackson grabbed Len by the scruff of his neck and pulled him up. He heard the girls giggle as they saw his hairy willy and balls dangling down. He snapped his hands between his legs. Mr Jackson was having none of that.

“Get – thwhack – those – thwhack – hands – thwhack – at – thwhack – the – thwhack – side – thwhack – boy.”

Len went red but did as he was told. His sister grinned as she looked across at us boys alongside our clothed sisters.

“I think I’m going to like your new rules Uncle George.”

She looked down as she spoke to Richard.

“Hi Richard. I was just thinking I haven’t seen enough of you.”

“Err… Hi Jackie. Err… You remember Jim and his sister Florence.”

I smiled and gave Jackie a nod. After three Saturday sessions at the Y and being over at Richard’s a lot, I was getting used to being seen by girls I hardly knew. Jackie looked at me, then down at my willy and balls and smirked.

“You’re still a little boy.”

Florence pulled herself up to her full height and gave Jackie an intense glare as she spoke up for me.

“Boys start puberty between 12 and 14, a year or so later than us girls. We can see Richard has already begun, and your brother has finished. Jim’s only a bit late and he’ll be catching up soon, so don’t make fun of my brother.”

“OK, OK. Keep your hair on Florence. What’s up with your brother’s willy? It looks really weird.”

“Actually, it’s American boys who have weird willys as they get the skin around the end sliced off at birth. Jim’s willy is as God intended, and if he slides his foreskin back it looks the same as these two.”

Florence turned to me.

“Show her Jim.”

I did as I was told. Just as at the Y, Jackie gave a typical girl’s response and giggled as I popped the pink head out.

“See Jackie, it looks the same. Obviously it’s smaller, but that’ll soon change as Jim’s puberty advances.”

I slid the skin forward and quickly put my hands at the side so no one could accuse me of ‘playing with it’. Jackie’s mum came over. Without so much as a by your leave, she just picked it up and began sliding back and forth.

“Uncircumcised boys are very unusual in the US. You may never see another one Jackie, so check it out.”

Jackie giggled as she came over and kept getting the head to emerge. I was concerned when this elicited my same response as at the Y and was relieved when Mrs Burke called a halt before anything too embarrassing happened.

“That’s enough dear, and don’t worry about the boy’s willy, as it’ll go back down soon.”

Jackie had her back to her mum as she gave me a wink. That was when Mr Jackson gave us kids our orders.

“Rita, take your cousins out into the garden where you kids can all play. We don’t want to be disturbed while me and your mum talk with your aunt and uncle. Len, the girls are in charge so you’ll do as they tell you. OR ELSE!”

Just in case Len did not catch his drift, Mr Jackson flicked the belt across that already sore butt and Len shrieked. Rita grabbed Len’s arm as Jackie got the other one and we all went out. Jackie giggled at her brother’s swinging willy as the girls took him into the old playhouse. My willy was already collapsing as Florence and I followed them in. The girls let go of Len’s hands and he went to cover up. Rita gave his bare bum a sharp smack.

“We don’t allow boys to cover up, so keep those hands away from your willy. You do as us girls say out here.”

He went to argue, but Rita got his arm and twisted it hard behind his back. Len yelped as she increased the pressure.

“We’ve been learning self-defence in girls’ gym class.”

Len was helpless as she pulled him over to a chair and sat down with him over her lap to display his striped butt.

“Your brother needs reminding who’s in charge. Would you do the honors please Jackie?”

His sister took off a sandal and Len flinched as she pressed down on his back. His protestations quickly merged into a series of screams as she kept spanking her older brother. With an already sore butt he was soon crying and kicking his legs about wildly. It was Rita who called a halt after twelve spanks.

“Dad already gave him plenty, so that’s enough Jackie.”

She pulled him up and his sister grinned to see his thick 7 inch erection. She then looked over to me and Richard.

“Hey, the boys have all got boners.”

My sister chipped in.

“That happened to many of the boys when they watched Jim getting a paddling at the Y two weeks ago. I mentioned it to my mum when we got back and she said boys have no control over their willys and they often go stiff for no reason. She also said some boys can even get a boner when they are spanked, just like Len. Boys willys sure are weird.”

Len went red as Rita squeezed his boner.

“Your brother has a big willy and it’s really hard Jackie. Let’s measure it.”

Out of her top pocket she pulled that same tape measure she used on me and Richard.

“I had an idea this might come in handy today Flo. Hold it straight while I get his dimensions.”

Florence grinned as she put her hand on his boner and held it steady for Rita.

“7.3 inches long and 4.5 inches round, with balls 2.5 inches long. That’s impressive Len.”

Len was not sure how to take her compliment.

“Err… Thanks…. Err… Rita.”

He went scarlet at her next comment.

“How often do you jerk it off Len?”

“Never! I don’t do that sort of thing.”

The girls already knew that he’d shown Richard how to do it, so Rita gave his sore bum a hard slap.

“Don’t lie to me boy. We know you told Richard how to jerk off. Now how often do you do it?”

“Err… Probably three or four times… err… a day.”

“Have you done it today yet?”

“Err… No… err… we had to get going early and… err… I’ve been in the car with the folks all the trip.”

Rita grabbed his willy and moved her hand quickly back and forth.

“Let’s see how much big boy squirts.”

I guess she had been practising on Richard as her technique had got way better than when she failed to get me stiff. Len had a goofy grin as she pumped away, and it was soon rigid with a swollen purple head. He grunted as a torrent of semen gushed out some three foot across the floor. He gave a whole series of grunts as it just kept going. As he came down from his high, that ecstatic expression changed to embarrassment at such a public display of what is usually a boy’s most private moment. His sister looked as impressed as me and Richard were at his show.

“Wow bro. You’ve never squirted out that much when I’ve done you.”

Len’s embarrassment went up at least ten notches at his sister’s admission. Jackie looked down at my micro-boner.

“Does Jim’s tiny thing squirt yet?”

“He has started, but just a few clear drops come out.”

“I’ve never seen an uncut willy before today. Can I jerk off Jim’s willy?”

How about asking me first I thought. Florence saw my willy nod in agreement at her suggestion and grinned at me.

“He’s up for it, so be my guest Jackie.”

Jackie gave me a grin as she set to.

“Your willy is so much smaller than Len’s, and with all this loose skin it feels nothing like his.”

My sister looked over at Richard.

“We don’t want your cousin to feel left out Jackie, so come over here Richard.”

Like mine, his willy had nodded in agreement as he went over to Florence. She soon had him squirting his white stuff, and I wasn’t far behind. Jackie yanked my foreskin right back to hold it there as she gave my scrotum a light squeeze. That felt fantastic as it went rigid and several drops of clear fluid came out. She squeezed my collapsing willy and pulled forward and more oozed onto the back of her fingers. She grinned at me as she let go to lick it all off.

“Len’s has a chemical taste, but your stuff is quite sweet Jim.”

The girls had cleaned us up and were chatting amongst themselves. Jackie wanted to know about England.

“How are you finding America? I don’t suppose it’s much different for girls to when you are in England.”

My sister grinned at me.

“It’s way better for girls over here. In England, the only naked boy I’d seen was my three year old cousin Rupert when I helped my aunt bath him. That was fun, but in America I am seeing naked boys all the time. Mum gets me to bath Jim, and when I’m over here with Rita and her friends, we all see Richard naked too. They’re both used to it now. The best is at the YMCA, where the rules require every male to be naked, including grown-ups. I first went there to pick up Jim after his swimming lesson. We got there early and his teacher was happy for me to sit on the bleachers and watch him and his 13 other naked boy classmates as she talked to them about the lesson. That was great.”

“I’ve never been to the YMCA and thought it was just for men. How can I get in?”

“Jim’s teacher’s mother runs swimming lessons there and mum signed me and Jim up. It’s great, especially as Jim’s classmate and now my friend, Bob, helps out there with the lessons. His willy is bigger than Len’s. You might want to check out your local branch to see if they offer swimming lessons. You’ll love the eye candy!”

We heard Mrs Jackson call us in for lunch. As we went in, Mrs Burke looked at us boys and grinned at Mr Jackson.

“This is just like when mum sent me on my first summer camp with you George. You were 13 then. I’d obviously seen you naked at home as that was family, but as a 9 year old girl I had so much fun at that camp as there was such a variety of naked boys everywhere I looked. You went red the first morning as 40 girls watched you and the other boys having a shower out in the open. I remember your willy started to rise. That had never occurred when we were at home so I didn’t know they did that then. My friend Beccy explained all about it and I was amazed when just a few minutes later, we saw the whole panoply of male erections, from those cute little boy ones right up to that massive one your friend Keith had. Not that you had anything to be ashamed of George. Those were great times to be a girl.”

Mr Jackson laughed.

“You were a little terror at that camp. I remember we had a barbecue beside the lake one evening, with girls in their one piece swimsuits alongside us boys who were naked of course. You were the first to take the sausage out of a hot dog bun and stick it between your legs. Soon all the girls had taken their cue from you and were holding the sausages up in the air. They were all giggling, especially when we rose in sympathy. We soon got used to you girls, and some of us began to show off by waving our boners at a girl we fancied. I was doing it to Janice, the girl with the big boobs, when I got caught by Miss Sullivan. She gave me one hell of a belting and had me screaming and kicking my legs about. All you could do was giggle but Janice was much more sympathetic and rubbed my sore butt afterwards. She let me get to second base with her before camp ended. For a teenage boy, getting to handle those was fantastic.”

I thought this was all too much information, then Mrs Jackson stuck her chest right out and chuckled.

“George always was a boob guy. Summer camps were such great places for us girls to learn all about boys.”

Mr Burke looked at Len.

“We’ve had a most interesting talk with your uncle and aunt. Your mum and I agree that you boys today are far too modest for your own good. Summer camp never did us any harm, and me and your granddad were always wandering around the house in the buff during hot summers. Your aunt Penny was in charge of us boys at bath time and we had no secrets from our sisters, or their friends if they dropped by. We’re going back to the old ways when we get home.”

Len went to open his mouth to protest but thought better of it as Mr Burke began to slide out his belt. Jackie giggled.

“Dad, we’ve never learnt to swim and with all those rivers about town it would clearly be a safety concern if we were to accidentally fall in. I gather you can get swimming lessons at the YMCA pool down town. Rita and Richard as well as Florence and Jim are all learning to swim. Perhaps you could sign me and Len up for those?”

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It was my fourth Monday morning at Marlborough Junior High and I was in my home room for the first lesson of the week with Miss Roberts. We’d just started when Jane Walton came in. She had a plaster cast on her left arm and her forehead had a large band aid across it.

“I’m so sorry for being late Miss Roberts, but as you can see I was involved in an accident over the weekend. Mum has just been with me to see the headmaster before lessons to discuss how I could still earn credits this term as I will be somewhat immobile for the next eight weeks.”

“That’s quite alright Miss Walton, I just heard from the headmaster and agreed his course of action. Take your seat.”

With one arm in a sling and her bulky school bag over the other arm, I saw Jane was struggling. No one else was offering and mum had taught me to be polite and always help a girl. I got up and lifted the bag off her shoulder and pulled out her chair so she could sit down. As I passed back her bag, I received the most fabulous smile.

“Thanks for helping Jim. You English are always so polite.”

“Err… You’re welcome… err… Jane.”

The rest of the morning passed fairly quickly, and Richard and I went off to the canteen for lunch. As we got up to go to the Y, Jane walked past with her friend and gave me that smile again.

“It is rather awkward having your arm in plaster, so thanks for your help earlier. See you later Jim.”

I never seemed to know what to say around my girl classmates, especially one as beautiful as Jane, so all I managed was a brief smile. After that first week, we’d been told we had to make our own way to the Y for our afternoon swim. Arriving early, me and Richard stripped off and went out to the pool area. Howard Prior was getting some equipment out, all ready for our lesson. Rikki Lopez, the other swim assistant who spanked me and Richard then gave us a scrubbing at our first lesson, was nowhere to be seen.

“Hi Howard. Rikki not here yet?”

“Hi Jim. Rikki won’t be around for a while. He had a burst appendix on Thursday and was rushed off to hospital for an emergency operation. He’ll probably be convalescing for a couple of months before he’s fully fit again.”

I muttered the obligatory ‘sorry to hear that’, which wasn’t true as he was a bully and always throwing his weight around with us seventh graders. Miss Roberts came out to the pool and walked over.

“Good to see you’re early Powell and Jackson. You may have heard Lopez is not going to be available for the rest of term. It was a stroke of luck that only this morning were we able to find a last-minute replacement.”

I wondered if he would be a tyrant like Rikki. Mrs Roberts turned towards the staff changing room door as it opened.

“This is our substitute swim assistant who will be with us for the next eight weeks.”

My jaw dropped as I saw the substitute walk in with the left arm in plaster and a large band aid across the forehead!

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