Marlborough Junior High and Swimming at The Y

Marlborough Junior High and Swimming at The Y Part 5

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 Five

After I left Jim with the nurse, Miss Roberts had me watch over the boys as she made a phone call. No sooner had she gone inside than Frank Collins started to act the clown and began to dunk some of the other boys. He must have known I couldn’t reach him, but obviously forgot Prior was watching him from the lifeguard’s chair. Prior blew his whistle and ordered Frank out. He pulled himself up from the water right by me just as Prior stormed over with his huge penis and testicles swinging about, and in his hand he held that worn slipper.

“Playing the fool in water is dangerous Collins. You know the score, bend over, legs apart and touch your toes.”

Frank snapped to it. There was his bare bottom facing me, and below was a view of his dangling genitals looking quite different from the rear. Prior gave me a smile and held out that slipper.

“Would you like to practice Miss Walton? Six is the standard punishment, and one arm is all you need to spank him.”

Although Miss Roberts said I could spank my boy classmates, I was not sure I was up to it and stepped to the side.

“Err… I’ll let you take this one Prior.”

As Prior’s slipper arm quickly rose, I was fascinated to see his penis went in the opposite direction. I could not take my eyes off that hypnotic movement like a pendulum going back and forth. Frank’s penis was also swinging forward with each spank, illustrating Newton’s Laws of motion so well. If Mr Goldman had been using these boys in his Physics class to demonstrate, I’m sure he would have got the attention of every girl. Frank’s penis was becoming longer and had soon gone rigid as it pointed at the floor. Prior stopped and gave Frank an order.

“Stand up Collins.”

Frank rubbed his sore bottom as he got up, displaying an erect penis, some six inches long, rapidly twitching up and down, yet it hadn’t been touched. Surely it wasn’t getting his bare bottom slippered that caused his penis to become erect, as that really would be weird. Frank saw me looking down and grinned as he wiggled his hips making it swing about from side to side. Prior’s arm went up high to swoop down hard with that slipper. Frank let out a yelp.

“That’s enough of that, Collins. Get back in the water and no more larking about or it’ll be twelve next time.”

As Frank turned and jumped in, I saw his bottom had six pink marks, each an exact replica of the underside of that slipper, with a single bright red sole-shaped mark going across both cheeks. Prior gave me a smile.

“Sorry about that Miss Walton. Collins is always playing the fool.”

Don’t I just know it. Frank thinks he is so funny, but his juvenile behaviour disrupts our lessons time after time. Miss Roberts came out of her office and walked over.

“All OK team?”

Wow, she already saw me as a member of her team. Prior nodded.

“Only Collins playing the fool again miss.”

Prior tapped the slipper on his palm.

“I gave him the usual miss.”

She gave a tut.

“What are we going to do with Collins? He never seems to change.”

Prior returned to the lifeguard’s chair as we saw Jim come out with the nurse, his scrotum now a rich shade of purple.

“How is Powell Nurse?”

“It’s just a bit of bruising Miss Roberts. I told this little boy not to play with it for a few days and it’ll be fine.”

Boys play with their penis do they? I’d recently found rubbing my slit gave me a great feeling and do it every night now. Maybe boys get the same with their penis. I looked down and tried to imagine how Jim might play with that thing. Why did my kitty start to tingle? Miss Roberts looked straight at Jim’s penis, then chuckled at him.

“It’s only a couple of days Powell and keeping your hands off it is for your own good.”

Jim had gone scarlet, but I’d have been embarrassed too if such private acts were talked about in front of others. I' had not even told my best friend I did that. As he stood there in his embarrassment, I saw Jim’s penis start to grow and it was soon sticking up in the air. What makes it do that? Miss Roberts was so right about the stage of puberty being no indicator of maturity, as Jim was way more responsible than that clown Frank and his six incher. With his little boy penis all erect, Jim looked even more cute and I gave him a smile. Miss Roberts also noticed and gave Jim a grin.

“You’d best get in the cold water Powell and calm down. It’s free swim time until the end of the session Powell.”

As Jim turned, there was his even more cute bare butt. It got a light smack from Miss Roberts to encourage him in, and he leapt into the water. We had been watching all the boys enjoying their free swim, when she gave her whistle a long blast and they got out. After her usual talk about what they had learnt today, the lesson was over.

“OK boys, take a shower and get dressed. See you tomorrow.”

She picked that worn slipper off the hook and passed it over to me.

“The junior assistant’s duties includes monitoring the boys’ showers. Use this if there’s any horseplay Miss Walton.”

Watching all those bare butts disappear through the swing doors, there was no question in my mind that Jim’s was the cutest of all my boy classmates. As Frank went in, those slipper marks on his bottom were scarcely visible at all now. Reg Pitt was bringing up the rear, so I flicked the slipper across his bare bottom to give him the lightest of spanks.

“Hurry along Reg.”

He looked shocked but sped up as requested. As I got in, most of the boys were in the showers but a few were using that urinal. I got to witness how several boys urinated standing up, which seemed more convenient than having to sit down every time. Being able to aim was quite neat too. Frank was larking about as he targeted his urine stream way up that tiled wall. The boys in the shower did look funny with their penises jiggling about as they soaped them up and then rinsed them off. I saw Jim pop out that little pink head and give his penis a good clean. Frank got in the showers still acting the fool. He knew I could not reach him in there with my arm in plaster and continued to try my patience. As he got out and came over to dry himself off, his penis was erect again. He dropped the towel on the bench and wiggled his hips at me. What an idiot thinking that would impress me. Then he smirked and spoke quietly.

“You’re just a wimpy girl Jane and wouldn’t dare spank me.”

He turned round to taunt me with his bare bottom. I saw red, and that was the color of the mark that appeared across those cheeks as I landed the slipper with all the force my good arm could muster. He gave a louder shriek than when Prior spanked him, so I knew he really felt that one. He shot back up and his smirk had now completely vanished.

“When are you going to grow up Frank? You’ll impress no one if you keep acting like you’re still a silly little boy.”

Several of the boys were laughing as they pointed at him briskly rubbing that sore red mark on his bottom. He went quiet and turned to his clothes, his penis collapsing just like his inflated ego. The boys were now all getting dressed, so I left them to finish off and go home. As I got back to the staff facilities, Miss Roberts was at her desk.

“How did it go Miss Walton? Were the boys behaving themselves?”

I held up the slipper.

“Only Frank playing the fool again, but I dealt with him miss.”

“Well done Miss Walton. I’m not sure Collins will ever grow up, however many spankings we give him.”

She looked me up and down.

“You can’t leave without a shower and having your arm in a cast will make it difficult. I’ll find something to protect it and help you get undressed. Sit down Miss Walton and I’ll take those shoes and socks off first.”

This was going to be strange, but I had to do as I was told and was soon standing back up in my bare feet. Miss Roberts then reached into the drawer and pulled out a large bag.

“This will cover your cast. Into the changing area Miss Walton, and we’ll soon have you ready.”

She pulled my blouse out of the skirt and undid the buttons. Taking my good arm out, she gently slid it over the cast. I suddenly felt a draught on my front as she snapped my bra open and guided it off my bad arm. Unzipping the gym skirt, her hands went inside my panties to slide both down. As she held them for me to step out, her eyes were level with my kitty. Being undressed by my teacher felt so weird, like I was still in kindergarten. I must have gone red to be standing stark naked before Miss Roberts.

“Now, now Miss Walton, we’re all girls together. I’ll just put this bag on your cast to protect it.”

As she put it on, I saw my nipples were now sticking out as her hands rearranged my breasts around the cast.

“There, that should do it. I’ll just slip my clothes off Miss Walton, then I can help you take your shower.”

She was soon naked too. Obviously her breasts were bigger and she had much more hair down there. I was surprised to see her kitty was glistening wet and something pink stuck out at the top. She saw me looking and laughed.

“It’s only my clitoris Miss Walton. All us girls have one.”

I had no idea what she was talking about and must have given her a quizzical look. Miss Roberts reached down to open up the folds of my kitty and pointed.

“Just there Miss Walton.”

“I can’t see anything miss.”

She gave me a smile, then licked her finger and pressed it on a tiny bump almost hidden in the fold at the top. I nearly fell as she wiggled her finger and the most incredible feeling swept over me. She grinned as she saw my reaction.

“It’s quite small but you just felt it is indeed there and fully functional. It’ll grow. Let’s get on with your shower.”

We stepped in the shower and Miss Roberts ran the water. She started on my back and legs. Only my mum had ever washed me before and, until yesterday after I got back from the hospital, only when I was little. Miss Roberts’ hands felt really nice as she rubbed my legs.

“Legs apart Miss Walton. Personal hygiene between your legs is extremely important for girls if they are to avoid a painful urinary tract infection. You will no doubt be aware that in order to avoid spreading germs into your vulval area, always wash from front to rear, Miss Walton.”

I wasn’t aware of that and was shocked as her soapy hand reached right between my legs to clean outside my vulva. Her hand washed slowly back to between my bottom cheeks to soap around my hole. I jerked as her finger slid in.

“Sorry Miss Walton, but your anus has got to be clean inside as well as out.”

My mum had never done that but, after the initial surprise at the intrusion, her finger swirling around felt rather good.

“Turn round Miss Walton.”

She looked at the plastic bag.

“That might slip Miss Walton, so you’d better hold it on with your good arm. I can wash your front for you.”

It felt fantastic as her soapy hands slid all over my breasts and rubbed my nipples hard before sliding down to do my tummy. She stopped as she reached my hair and moved down to wash my legs. When she was done, I got her smile.

“Legs wide apart Miss Walton so I can wash inside the folds of your vulva.”

I just did as I was told as she soaped my hair, then slid those slippery hands into my slit and rubbed all round. Even my mum had not washed me there since I was three and it felt oddly weird, if surprisingly pleasant. Then she pushed two fingers in my front hole and I went ‘ouch’ as I got a brief sharp pain like I’d pinched myself.

“You obviously haven’t cleaned in here before Miss Walton. There can be a slight twinge the first time. You really should be aware how important it is to clean inside your vagina as well Miss Walton.”

“I’m sorry miss, I didn’t know that. The pain’s gone miss and it’s all fine now in my… err… vagina miss.”

Then she began to rub gently and fireworks went off as my legs buckled, driving her in deeper. Oh wow! Her soapy hand pushed me back up with those fingers still massaging me inside.

“Steady Miss Walton you almost fell. Nearly done, just a final rub to get your clitoris all clean.”

OMG, it had never felt so great as her fingers slid around the top of my slit. This was all way better than when I just rubbed my kitty. I’ll sure be feeling inside my front hole as well as checking out that clitoris thing when I’m in bed.

“All done. I’ll just give you a rinse then dry everything off Miss Walton.”

She was quite brisk, particularly between my legs, and soon had everything all dry.

“Go and sit in my chair while I have a shower Miss Walton, then I’ll help you get dressed.”

Stepping into her office, I got a funny tingling as I sat naked in the teacher’s chair, particularly with those large windows having an unobstructed view over the pool area. Fortunately it was all empty, but what if one of the boys came back to ask Miss Roberts a question? Suppose Jim was to do that now, as I only had one hand I could use to cover up. That tingling between my legs increased as I pondered which I would let him see: my breasts or my kitty. I fleetingly considered whether to allow Jim to see both, but then I’d be naked in front of a boy. Why did my whole body start to tingle? That conundrum remained unresolved as I was distracted by a noise from the showers. Looking through the door, Miss Roberts had her eyes shut as she was washing briskly between her legs, giving out a series of moans getting louder and louder. I blushed when she opened her eyes and looked at me, then gave a big grin.

“Boys have their penises to play with Miss Walton. We girls have our own fun parts.”

I must have looked shocked to hear such things coming from my teacher.

“It’s fun and no one gets hurt. I’m sure you do it every night in bed Miss Walton.”

I went scarlet.

“Err… err… err…”

“It’s even better in the showers with the tingling of the warm water. Every girl does it Miss Walton, so no need to get embarrassed. I’ll just dry myself off then I can get you all dressed.”

With a bit of negotiation around my bad arm, Miss Roberts soon had all my clothes back on me, then she got dressed.

“Is your mum picking you up as I could easily run you back home?”

“She is Miss.”

She briefly looked disappointed, then her face went deadly serious.

“Don’t forget that personal promise you made to me, and mention nothing to anyone about what you saw today. When you are with our boys, act naturally so they don’t get embarrassed. Have you got that Miss Walton?”

“Yes Miss.”

That night in bed, I explored further between my legs and found stroking those two special spots was a gazillion times better than just vaguely rubbing my kitty. Over those eight weeks, our showers were a most enjoyable climax to every Monday afternoon. I said nothing to the other girls about all I saw during those swim classes and treated the boys normally in all our classes so I didn’t embarrass them. They were all fine with me helping Miss Roberts each week, and even Frank stopped playing me up. It was that cute Jim who was an odd boy. When he was in swim class among the other boys he would be fine, although he would go red as his penis erected whenever Miss Roberts tasked him with helping me. She always chose Jim if I needed assistance and, for some reason, I got a surreptitious wink each time we saw it rise. It was when I was alone with him away from the pool that he was so shy and clammed up. I wished I could take the lead and ask him out, but societal pressures were then clear that good girls didn’t do that. I read that boys changed as their puberty advanced and hoped that would happen to Jim.

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When that cast was off, I was at last able to have a proper shower and tried rubbing between my legs that first morning on my own. The tingling of the warm water cascading over my body increased the pleasure even further and my final moan must have been so loud. A hammering on the bathroom door snapped me out of my euphoria.

“Hurry up sis. I’m busting for a pee.”

It was my annoying little sister Naomi. She hammered again.

“I’ll pee myself if you don’t open up soon sis!”

Stepping out of the shower, I opened the door and peeped round, only to have her barge in, pull her nightie over her head, drop her panties, then sit down on the toilet naked. As I heard a tinkle, she gave out a sigh then looked at me.

“That’s better sis. I thought I wasn’t going to make it.”

I wasn’t bothered that she was seeing me naked, as we used to bath together, but over the last few years I’d generally sought some privacy in the bathroom. She finished peeing and stood up to give her kitty a good wipe.

“Are you all right sis? I heard you moaning so loud just before I came in.”

OMG, she’d heard me. I felt myself go red to be busted by my little sister.

“Err… I’m fine… Err… I was just… err… having a shower… err… and… err… err…”

Quick Jane, think of a reason before she gets suspicious.

“err… I got a twinge in my mended arm.”

I think she bought it.

“You must be glad to get that cast off.”

I’m really going to have to be more careful in future. She looked me up and down.

“Your boobies have got big and you have such a lot of hair down there now.”

She felt her flat chest and then between her legs.

“I’ve got nothing.”

She then pointed at my kitty.

“What’s that pink thing sticking out?”

After 8 weeks of daily workouts, my clitoris had grown and now sticks out quite a bit when I play with it to get that great feeling. I was really proud how my puberty was advancing and opened my slit up wide so she could see it.

“You’ll get one when you’re older. It’s called a clitoris.”

Naomi studied it, then put a leg on the toilet and opened her bald little slit. Bending down, she gazed intently.

“I can’t see anything.”

I could see a small reddish spot in the right place, so came over.

“There it is Naomi. You’re still little, but it’ll get much bigger.”

I reached down and gave that spot a poke, then a little wiggle. Naomi gasped.

“What just happened?”

I grinned.

“That’s one of a girl’s special places.”

She touched it herself and giggled.

“Wow, that feels funny, but nice.”

I needed to finish getting up and gave her bare bottom a smack to make her move.

“Out! I’ve got to finish my shower and get up.”

Naomi scampered over to the door. She turned and stuck her tongue out, then blew me a raspberry.

What can you do with sisters!

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My arm was totally healed by the time we went back to school at the beginning of January, and I was sad that I would be missing my Monday afternoons at the Y with the boys. We were all gathered in our home room that first Monday to hear the morning notices. The principal’s voice came over the speaker.

“Over Christmas, the heavy snow and gales caused the gymnasium roof to collapse and it will be several months before it is back in service. I have discussed our situation with the managers at the YMCA and they have agreed we can use their facilities for gym classes. As space is limited, we will have to share the space so that on one day it will be boys using the pool while girls have their gym class alongside them and the next day, girls will use the pool while boys have their gym class beside it. It is only for a limited time, and I am sure you girls will understand and not be too embarrassed having boys seeing you in your swimming costumes.”

Why did I get a tingle as I thought of Jim seeing me in my costume? Then it hit me like a brick as I suddenly realised the girls will soon be finding out what I have been seeing last term and will want to know why I never told them. I glanced nervously at Jim, but he just shrugged his shoulders. Miss Roberts spoke.

“Miss Walton, could you come outside with me please? Class, I need to discuss something important with Miss Walton. Start reading chapter 3 from our set book until I return. Collins, sit in my chair as I’m putting you in charge to see there is no horsing around. Got that Collins?”

“Yes miss.”

Frank looked shocked to be given this position of trust as he sat in Miss Roberts’ chair. I was pretty stunned too.

As we got outside she gave me a smile.

“Since you joined my team on Mondays Miss Walton, I have noticed a considerable improvement in the behaviour of Collins and feel he may benefit further by being given a responsible task.”

Miss Roberts grinned.

“Besides, we’ll only be a few minutes, and even Collins couldn’t do much damage in that short time.”

I grinned too.

“Are you sure miss?”

She crossed her fingers and chuckled.

“We’ll soon see.”

Her face went serious.

“Now, about the principal’s notice. You have acted in an exemplary fashion on my team and kept everything to yourself, particularly during class so our boys have not been embarrassed. These new arrangements will no doubt end up with your girl classmates criticising you for not telling them what you have seen while you have been assisting me. Remain silent until we get to the Y, when I will explain to the other girls about rules for boys and how it was my requirement that you say nothing. Whilst boys have no need for modesty and are not bothered about being naked in front of girls, as your own experience confirms, it is my hope that everyone will be as mature as you. We don’t want any juvenile comments about our boys and their attributes disrupting their swimming lessons whilst the gymnasium is being repaired. Although you will be in this afternoon’s gym class with Miss Perkins, perhaps you may be able to give me some further assistance in helping keep any disruption from our girls to the absolute minimum, preferably to zero. I will have a word with Miss Perkins about you before our lessons. Is that all OK with you Miss Walton?”

“Yes miss. I will try my very best with the girls miss.”

“I know you will Miss Walton. Now let’s see if my trust in Collins was well placed.”

“It does seem quiet miss.”

As we went in, I was surprised to see everyone was reading, including Frank. If Miss Roberts was surprised, she didn’t show it.

“Thank you Collins, and well done. You may return to your own seat now Collins and we’ll get on with our lesson.”

That afternoon, we girls had just got into our gym things when Miss Roberts came in behind Miss Perkins.

“Miss Roberts will be taking the boys while I take you girls. You will be sharing the pool space with the boys for the next month or two whilst the gym is being repaired. Miss Roberts has a few words to say first.”

“Thank you Miss Perkins. During your swim lessons with me tomorrow, our boys will be right alongside you with Miss Perkins. It will only be for a short time whilst the gymnasium roof gets repaired, so I hope you will understand and not get too embarrassed to be seen in your swimming costumes by the boys while you are taking my class.”

Miss Roberts looked at us to see our response. A few girls looked a bit nervous, but I was sure we could all cope.

“Now, coming on to this afternoon. I want to explain about the rules here at the Y as they apply to boys. In order to minimise the serious and costly problem of the filters getting clogged with fibres from swimming attire, the rules here do not allow boys to wear trunks in the pool.”

It was Susan who asked the same question that I did.

“What do they wear then miss?”

“Unlike us girls, boys have no need for modesty Miss Flack. Here at the Y, boys are all required to swim naked.”

There were gasps and titters from my classmates, then Amanda burst out laughing.

Miss Roberts gave her that fierce glare.

“Stop that at once Miss Welch. You girls can wipe those smiles off your faces as well and be silent.”

You could have heard a pin drop in the changing room as Miss Roberts continued.

“Those of you with brothers will know what naked boys look like, as you will have seen them taking a bath, shower, or getting dressed. You may have helped your mother bath little brothers or got them out of their pajamas in the morning to dress them ready for school. If you have no brothers, boys genitals consist of a fleshy tube dangling down between their legs called a penis, with a bag underneath known as a scrotum containing two bean-shaped testicles. As with all twelve year old boys, your classmates are currently going through puberty as their genitals change from those of little boys to those of young men. The start of puberty varies from boy to boy, as does the speed with which it is completed, so some of your classmates will still look like little boys with hairless tiny penises and testicles in a snug scrotum, while others will have large adult genitals with dense pubic hair. You may look at our boys to satisfy your curiosity, but do not stare as that is rude. Most importantly, I expect you all to act with absolute maturity and make no silly outbursts or comments about their attributes, either here at the Y or back in school, as that will embarrass them.”

She turned to me and smiled.

“While her arm was mending last year, Miss Walton became a member of my team on Monday afternoons to assist me during our boys’ swimming lessons. She can confirm they were all fine being naked in front of their girl classmate.”

All eyes were on me as I nodded. Susan broke her silence and spoke sharply.

“You knew and didn’t tell us?”

I looked at Miss Roberts for help, who immediately came to my rescue.

“I required Miss Walton to give me her personal assurance to mention nothing to anybody about what she has seen when on my team. She acted with the utmost maturity at all times and has faithfully kept that promise to me. Now, Miss Perkins and I expect that same utmost maturity from you all whilst alongside our boys here at the pool.”

Miss Perkins chipped in.

“Is that clear girls?”

There was an ensuing communal mumble in response. We all jumped at Miss Perkins’ next words.

“IS THAT CLEAR GIRLS?”

Our response was now unambiguous.

“YES MISS.”

Miss Roberts wanted specific clarification from Susan and Amanda,

“Miss Flack?”

“Quite clear miss.”

“Miss Welch?”

“Of course miss.”

Miss Roberts nodded then Miss Perkins spoke.

“Miss Roberts, perhaps you would line our boys up by the pool first and then I’ll have our girls line up opposite them. Once their fully understandable curiosity has been satisfied, I’m sure we’ll get no further problems.”

“Once the girls are lined up, the boys will be having their pre-swim inspections, which are a requirement for before boys are allowed to enter the pool. May I borrow Miss Walton for five minutes Miss Perkins?”

I wasn’t sure what was wanted, so just followed Miss Roberts. As we got into their changing room, I saw all the boys were undressed and waiting for Miss Roberts. I gave Jim a smile as she got straight down to business.

“Pay attention please boys. As you heard from the principal this morning, the girls will be having their class alongside us for the next month or two while the gym is being repaired. I expect you to act like the young men you are becoming and want no horseplay or showing off in front of the girls. As you line up by the pool, at attention, hands behind your backs with legs apart, as normal, you will ignore the girls. You have all accepted Miss Walton into my team whilst her arm was mending and have always followed our instructions to the letter. Her arm is fine now and, since you are all used to her. I’ve asked Miss Walton to help me with your pre-swim inspections. File out boys.”

They all lined up as ordered, then the grinning girls came out and took up their station opposite. I saw two boys go to move their hands and gave them a sharp reminder.

“Hands behind your backs boys!”

They all snapped even more to attention. Up came Miss Roberts.

“Ready Miss Walton.”

“Yes miss.”

“You may begin Miss Walton.”

Jim was first. As I picked up his penis and slid his foreskin right back to get his pink head to pop out, I heard giggles from the line opposite. Miss Roberts turned round.

“Quiet girls.”

His penis was smaller than most of the other boys but had grown since I first held it in October, and quite a few hairs were now starting to push through. That formerly snug scrotum dangled down a bit and his testicles were a little bigger. I lifted them up and got the nod from Miss Roberts. Last fall, we’d honed this procedure right down, so a light tap on Jim’s bottom was all that I needed for him to turn round and bend over. Both my hands were available now so his aid was no longer necessary. As I separated his cheeks, Miss Roberts reprimanded Susan for her giggles.

“Silence Miss Flack.”

At the nod from Miss Roberts, I gave Jim’s bottom another light tap and he stood back up at attention. I was able to move silently through all the boys, finally reaching Frank on the end. As I lifted up his penis it grew and went rigid, the only one today. I heard Amanda’s distinctive guffaw, abruptly ended by Miss Roberts.

“Silence Miss Welch.”

Frank looked genuinely remorseful as he whispered his apology.

“I’m really sorry Miss Walton, I truly am. It just happens Miss Walton.”

During those eight weeks, the boys came to see me as just another member of staff, so while here at the Y I was no longer their classmate Jane. I’d experienced time and again that boys have no control over their penis. Jim was helping me once and told me that trying to will it to go back down invariably just made it stiffer. I got him to demonstrate and his brows furrowed so hard as he struggled to make it go soft, but I saw how right he was. I gave Frank a smile.

“That’s OK Collins. I know you boys can’t help it. Let’s finish your inspection and you can get in and calm down.”

He looked so relieved.

“Thanks Miss Walton.”

In just a few seconds Frank was all done. Miss Roberts was satisfied and soon had the boys all swimming as I was sent back with the girls. The rest of our lesson was one giggle after another every time a boy had to get out of the pool during his lesson. Miss Roberts was getting annoyed and Miss Perkins was often busy and didn’t call the girl out. I told the giggling girl to act her age, but it was an uphill battle. When we all had a break, Miss Perkins took the opportunity to go to the toilet so it was only Miss Roberts in charge. She was at the far end of the pool and Jim was next to Frank when Susan and Amanda came past. Amanda grabbed between his legs.

“Look at this weird ugly thing Sue. What are you doing in junior high Powell? You’re a little boy. Shouldn’t you still be in elementary school.”

He just ignored their laughter and that was when the whistle blew to recommence our lessons. I walked off with them towards Miss Perkins. I whispered in Amanda’s ear.

“Mind that padding doesn’t fall out if you laugh too hard Amanda.”

I was pleased when she went red and scurried off. I later saw them laughing and pointing as they looked up at the boys’ penises naturally flopping about as they dived off the high board during their practice. At the end of the lesson Miss Roberts came into our changing room and I could see she was very far from happy with us.

“You were like 8 year old little girls with all your giggling, which made our boys uncomfortable during my lesson. I expect you girls to show the utmost maturity and will not put up with you embarrassing them. They are all perfectly healthy boys, simply at differing stages of their puberty just as some of you girls are now. Typically, boys start later than girls, generally between 12 and 14 but some begin when they are older and some younger, which is all within the norm. Powell looks slightly different as he is English and in England boys are not circumcised, so his penis still has that foreskin on the end. Powell is a completely normal boy who is simply in the early stages of his puberty. You’ve all seen what our boys look like now and I warn you that any girl making silly comments in class will receive three after school detentions and if there is any similar behaviour next Monday afternoon the girl will receive the most severe consequences that she absolutely will not like. You will be 13 this year, so act your age.”

The next day, Susan and Amanda got those detentions for their inappropriate comments in class, although I don’t think Miss Roberts heard Amanda’s comments about Jim as we went between classes. Next Monday afternoon Miss Roberts reiterated her warning before we started. Most of the girls complied, but Susan and Amanda were worse than Frank used to be. It was actually Frank that caused Miss Roberts to impose those most severe consequences. We were having our break when they went up to Frank by the pool and I saw them fondle his bottom. Laughing at his natural reaction, Susan gave his erection a flick. Miss Roberts also saw what they did and called over to Miss Perkins.

“May I borrow these two girls for the rest of the lesson Miss Perkins?”

I saw her give Miss Roberts a big smile.

“Of course you may Miss Roberts. Off you go girls. I want the rest of you girls to line up at attention here.”

Frank had gone red and thought he was in trouble as he stood by the pool in front of us. Those two girls just would not stop giggling as they saw it twitching away. Miss Roberts got all the boys out of the pool and lined them up opposite us with Jim and Frank on the end. She turned to those still giggling girls who were now pointing at the boys.

“Miss Flack, Miss Welch would you please stand over here at the side between the two lines of your classmates.”

They did as they were told and stood where the whole class could now all see them.

“It is perfectly natural for a healthy 12 year old boy to get an involuntary erection, just like Collins has now. Once the boy gets back in the cold water it soon returns to its flaccid state as he calms down. I am rather disappointed to see you are still acting like 8 year old little girls with all those giggles and feel that perhaps spending the rest of the lesson in the cold water with the boys will get both you giggling 8 year olds to calm down.”

“But we haven’t got our costumes and definitely can’t get our gym things wet miss.”

“That’s quite all right Miss Flack, as rules at the Y cover such situations.”

“Oh, do they provide costumes for us then miss?”

Miss Roberts gave them a very disquieting smile.

“No Miss Welch. Rules at the Y permit girls under 9 to swim ‘au naturel’.”

There was an audible gasp from all us girls. She wasn’t!

“Hurry up now you two. Get those clothes off.”

She was!

“But we’re 12 miss.”

Her face went so stern.

“I only see two giggling 8 year old little girls. Is that what you see Miss Perkins?”

Miss Perkins gave her a big grin.

“Indeed I do Miss Roberts. No doubt they will calm down once they are in the cold water with the boys.”

Susan and Amanda were frozen to the spot, so Miss Roberts turned to Jim on the end of the boys’ line.

“Powell, would you be so good as to fetch me the slipper.”

“Yes miss.”

Jim quickly did as he was told and passed over the slipper. She smiled at him.

“Thank you Powell. Return to the line please Powell.”

“Yes miss.”

She smacked that slipper on her palm and glared at the girls.

“You both heard me. Get. Those. Clothes. Off.”

They began to cry but still did not move.

“If you two don’t start undressing, I’m going to give you something to really cry about.”

They remained immobile, so both girls’ bottoms got several powerful whacks. They screamed and more tears flowed, but finally they started to take their clothes off. We all saw that scrunched up paper fall onto the floor when they removed their bras. Miss Perkins picked all their clothes up and folded them neatly on the bleachers. After they slid their panties down, they went to cover up, but a whack on each cheek of those two now bare bottoms ensured compliance as their arms snapped to the side. They still looked like little girls, as we all knew from our showers, with those flat chests and bald vulvas. Miss Roberts looked over and gave us girls her steely glare as she raised her voice.

“ANYONE ELSE GOT A FIT OF THE GIGGLES?”

We all snapped even more stiffly to attention and went as quiet as mice.

After telling Jim to return the slipper, she turned to Susan and Amanda and barked out her orders.

“Stand to attention, hands behind your back and legs apart. We need to carry out the normal pre-swim inspections.”

She wasn’t going to get one of the boys to assist, was she?

“Miss Walton, you are familiar with our procedures, so would you assist me with the hygiene inspections please?”

They were the architects of their own misfortunes and being so rude to Jim last week meant I was happy to assist.

“Miss Flack, get those legs wider apart for Miss Walton.”

Susan went even redder to be fully exposed in front of our boys, and I knew it was not going to get any better for her.

“Miss Walton, separate the folds of Miss Flack’s vulva so we can check if any urine has collected under there.”

Standing to the side so I didn’t block anyone’s view, I did as I was told. It didn’t smell good. Miss Roberts came over and slid her finger along her slit then gave it a sniff.

“Hmmm. I think it needs a proper clean. Powell, would you pop in your changing rooms and fetch me a soapy cloth.”

Susan had gone scarlet as she must have thought Miss Roberts was going to have a boy clean her up. Jim came back with the cloth and passed it over to Miss Roberts, then went to return to the line.

“Thank you Powell. Stay there as I will need you to take this back when we are all done.”

She obviously wanted Jim to get a ringside seat at the humiliation of these rude girls.

“Hold her folds open wider Miss Walton so I can clean up this dirty little girl most thoroughly.”

All the boys must have seen Susan’s everything as Miss Roberts deliberately stood to the side and scrubbed away.

“Turn her round so we can check her bottom Miss Walton.”

“Yes miss.”

The boys all saw her anus was no cleaner. Miss Roberts put her hands well down between her legs and rubbed the soapy cloth from front to back, then Susan got her bottom scrubbed.

“Right Miss Walton, Miss Welch next.”

All eyes went to Amanda, who looked petrified and began to cry, then her humiliation was total as the whole class watched a yellow stream cascade down from between her legs. Miss Roberts had clearly thought out every eventuality and had positioned Susan and Amanda right by the drain so it soon flowed away.

“What a dirty little girl she is Miss Walton. Get her folds open wide so I can clean Miss Welch up.”

As I opened her up, a last squirt ejected from her urethra with those final few dribbles running down her slit. Miss Roberts scrubbed away then turned her round and separated her cheeks to reveal her dirty anus to us all.

“As I thought.”

She turned to our line of girls.

“All girls must clean themselves properly between their legs, not least to avoid painful urinary tract infections, which are particularly prevalent in girls with our more hidden parts.”

I thought I saw a fleeting smile as she turned to Jim.

“Powell, clean up this little girl’s dirty bottom. It is important to clean a girl from front to back to minimise spread of germs. Ensure you get low down between her legs and start from the front, then bring the cloth back up to the anus and scrub her hard to remove this mess. When you are done, take the cloth back and rinse it out before returning.”

“Yes miss.”

She obviously hadn’t finished with her punishment. Amanda flinched on feeling a boy’s hand touch her bare bottom.

“STAND STILL GIRL SO POWELL CAN GET YOU ALL NICE AND CLEAN.”

Jim looked nervous as he held her bottom steady and did as he was told. As he touched her vulva with the cloth, her tears went into top gear, then Jim cleaned it all the way back to her anus and began to scrub. Miss Roberts finally nodded, then Jim went off to rinse out the cloth. When he returned, I saw his penis had gone back down now.

“OK Powell, back in line.”

“Yes miss.”

“After all that standing around, you two girls look a bit cold. Five minutes of jumping jacks will soon warm you up.”

They were barely jumping off the ground so Miss Roberts got Jim to fetch the slipper for her again.

“JUMP – whack - TO – whack - IT! – whack - GET – whack - YOUR – whack - LEGS – whack - HIGHER. – whack”

She told Jim to stay alongside her so he could take the slipper back. By the time she finished, we girls saw every boy now had an erection, including Jim, but none of us dared make any comment. She got him to return the slipper and his stiff penis waved about as he ran to the hook, then got back in line. Miss Roberts smiled at the boys.

“Well boys, it looks like you all need to calm down. Powell please help Miss Welch get into the water and Collins, you can help Miss Flack, so they are both able to calm down as well. Five minutes free swim, then diving practice.”

Those ‘au naturel’ girls flinched at the touch of a naked boy as Jim and Frank got them into the water. I got that funny feeling in my kitty as I imagined Jim holding my hand as he led me naked into the pool. Miss Perkins had us girls doing laps round the pool, then we did jumping jacks, but at least we had our clothes on. I saw Jim and Frank help those red bottomed naked girls get up the ladder on to the high board. As the girls peered nervously over the edge, they went scarlet at the sea of boys below all looking up, quite naturally, to see how the next diver would fare.

As we went to go back in, Susan and Amanda raced past us and flew through those swing doors. Miss Roberts came over and took me aside to tell me that she had indeed heard what Amanda had said to Jim as we left the classroom. She thought he handled the situation with great composure, but her words must have been embarrassing in front of his friends. That was why she involved Jim with cleaning Amanda up in front of the class to give her a taste of her own medicine. When I said it looked like Jim enjoyed it, she grinned ‘We all saw that’. Then she laughed ‘and the boys sure enjoyed this afternoon too’. I got a wink ‘With two exceptions, us girls loved seeing that line of boys with their whole body rigidly at attention’. Her face went serious ‘I think today’s lesson has been learnt by every girl’.

When we came out of the showers, Miss Roberts and Miss Perkins did a snap hygiene inspection between our legs. Three girls failed their inspection and had to go back in the showers. Miss Roberts gave us all a stern warning.

“You heard my advice about cleaning yourselves properly between your legs to avoid painful urinary tract infections. We will be carrying out more checks in the privacy of the showers before you swim. Powell is experienced in cleaning up girls now, so any future failure and I will take you outside and get him to clean you up before you enter the pool.”

Was she serious? The three girls went scarlet and they were always spotless during Miss Robert’s subsequent checks, as was every one of us, so Jim never knew what he had missed. Today’s lessons had been thoroughly learnt, as no girl ever made any further comments about the boys, with even an erection getting no more than a brief grin. Without that giggling or improper comments, the boys got used to all us girls seeing them naked every Monday afternoon. Susan and Amanda never did get over their one time ‘au naturel’. Next morning, Jim gave them his polite greeting ‘Good to see you’ and they went scarlet. Even an innocent smile from a boy had the same effect. Serves them right.

One bonus was that since we girls were now all being so mature with the boys, even Susan and Amanda, Miss Roberts persuaded the principal to allow us to hold a seventh grade joint swimming gala in early spring to show our parents and siblings how well we could swim now. She arranged extra practice with the boys every Tuesday afternoon after school. When Miss Perkins blew the final whistle, the boys just slipped off their shorts and shoes by the bleachers and lined up ready for Miss Roberts. I felt ten feet tall when she told me to handle their inspections as she got everything ready. In no time at all I checked our boys so they could get in the pool with us. Miss Roberts pushed us hard in those extra lessons and had girls and boys competing against each other. Our natural instinct not to be outdone kicked in, so we all ended up improving. The whole class enjoyed it, and that gala turned out to be the best day of my whole life.

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On our first Monday morning back after the Christmas break, the principal announced that the gym was out of action so us boys would have our afternoon class at the Y merged with the girls in the pool room until it got repaired. Several boys looked a bit nervous but his decision was absolute so we had no option but to comply. Richard and I had been seen every Saturday by all those younger girls as Mrs Roberts carried out her inspections, and today in front of our classmates should be little different. It was a bit rich when the principal went on to say he hoped the girls wouldn’t become embarrassed to be seen in their swim suits by boys while they had their gym. What about the boys’ feelings as the girls all saw us in our birthday suits while we had swimming!

After lunch we all went to the Y and had just got undressed when Miss Roberts came in accompanied by Jane Walton, who looked stunning in her immaculate ensemble of white blouse and short pleated gym skirt with her long feminine legs going down to those ankle length white socks and spotless gym shoes. Miss Roberts reminded us that our girl classmates would be here alongside us every Monday afternoon for the next month or two, and she wanted us all to act like young men in front of them with no mucking about. We were told we would be lining up by the pool exactly as normal and, since we were all used to her, Jane would be doing today’s pre-swim inspections. We weren’t bothered to hear that, since our experience with Jane last term was that her inspections had become so routine to us as she always carried them out with her usual combination of speed and sensitivity.

We boys filed out, just as we were told. When the girls lined up opposite, two of us went to cover up like modest little boys. That would not have looked good, but Jane’s order stopped them in time and on hearing her commanding voice we all snapped even more to attention. I was first, and when Jane slid my foreskin back to check under there, we heard silly giggles from our girls. We hoped that would diminish as the weeks went by, just like those younger girls every Saturday who were hardly paying us any attention now. Unlike her mother, Miss Roberts was having none of it and ordered them all to be quiet. After Jane lifted my scrotum, I got a nod from Miss Roberts and Jane’s light tap on my bottom was my cue to turn round and bend over. With two good hands, she separated my cheeks for inspection unaided. That was when I heard a distinctive giggle, which I recognised as Susan Flack. She got a bellow from Miss Roberts ‘Silence Miss Flack’. A second light tap and it was over – 5 seconds start to finish. As I stood back at attention, Jane whispered, ‘Thanks Jim’ and turned to Richard who was done equally speedily. These inspections had become so routine now that a boy reacting to Jane’s inspection was quite rare, but today Frank Collins did. I could see he was mortified to have let Jane down, no doubt the more so as his 6 inch boner got Amanda Welch’s raucous laugh, which was swiftly silenced by Miss Roberts. Jane ignored the outburst and we were soon all done. The pool clock confirmed it was just 75 seconds from Jane’s first touch of my willy to Frank returning to attention.

That afternoon was made uncomfortable for us as we received giggles from at least one of the girls every time a boy got out of the water. I guess their teacher, Miss Perkins, couldn’t be everywhere. We were all having our break and I was standing with Frank as Susan and Amanda walked by. Amanda grabbed my willy and they both laughed.

“Look at this weird ugly thing Sue. What are you doing in junior high Powell? You’re a little boy. Shouldn’t you still be in elementary school.”

Those two girls were always together and were regularly bitchy to us boys. They were obviously ill informed about boys and our puberty, so it was best just to ignore their immaturity. Miss Roberts then signalled break was over, so we just turned our backs and went off to resume the lesson. At the start of the next day, most girls were very good, but those two made some comments about us boys at the pool. Miss Roberts came down on them like a ton of bricks and I was stunned when she gave them THREE detentions, which was unheard of. There was absolute silence from all the girls for the rest of the lesson, but as we went out for our next lesson, Amanda pointed and laughed ‘Too scared to get that ugly skin cut off your tiny dick Powell. It was so small I could hardly feel it yesterday’. Susan and several other nearby girls joined in the laughter. I ignored them but could feel my face getting flushed. Jane stepped between us and whispered something in her ear. Amanda went red and hurried the other girls away. Asking Jane what she said, she just mumbled something about them still being little girls. They were certainly acting like silly little girls. Whatever it was she said, they kept their distance for the rest of the week.

Next Monday afternoon almost all the girls were ignoring us, but Susan and Amanda were still up to their tricks. We were having our usual break when I saw them feel up Frank’s bare butt and he obviously got a boner, just like last week during Jane’s inspection. Susan gave his six incher a flick and they both giggled as it bobbed back and forth. Miss Roberts had seen them and I saw a peculiar sort of smile cross her face as she called to Miss Perkins.

“May I borrow these two girls for the rest of the lesson Miss Perkins?”

Their teacher had that same peculiar smile.

“Of course you may Miss Roberts. Off you go you two. I want the rest of you girls to line up at attention here.”

Miss Roberts got us all out of the water and lined us up opposite the girls. She had those two girls stand at the end between our two lines so we could all see them. I was on the end next to Frank, his boner still nodding away. He must have thought he was going to be in trouble until Miss Roberts gave him a smile. I heard Frank let out his breath as she then turned to the two girls.

“It is perfectly natural for a healthy 12 year old boy to get an involuntary erection, just like Collins has now. Once the boy gets back in the cold water it soon returns to its flaccid state as he calms down. I am rather disappointed to see you are still acting like 8 year old little girls with all those giggles and feel that perhaps spending the rest of the lesson in the cold water with the boys will get both you giggling 8 year olds to calm down.”

Susan mentioned the obvious problem.

“But we haven’t got our costumes and we definitely can’t get our gym things wet miss.”

“That’s quite all right Miss Flack, as rules at the Y cover such situations.”

That was when I remembered 7 year old Angela at the Y. I glanced along the line to Richard and saw his grin which confirmed we both knew what was about to happen next. Amanda was in total ignorance of what was going to befall her and looked quite chirpy as she asked Miss Roberts a question.

“Oh, do they provide costumes for us then miss?”

Miss Roberts gave them that peculiar smile again.

“No Miss Welch. Rules at the Y permit girls under 9 to swim ‘au naturel’.”

There was an audible gasp from the girls as they realised the significance of what she just said. There was that smile.

“Hurry up now you two. Get those clothes off.”

Susan and Amanda looked in shock.

“But we’re 12 miss.”

Miss Roberts glared at them.

“I only see two giggling 8 year old little girls. Is that what you see Miss Perkins?”

Miss Perkins had a big grin as she agreed. The two girls didn’t move so Miss Roberts asked me to fetch the slipper. OMG, we boys were imminently going to see a girl getting spanked. Boys were always being spanked but, until now, girls never were. As I got back in line, Miss Roberts slapped the slipper loudly on her palm. They began to cry but weren’t moving. Those two girls screamed as she came down on their butts full force, and soon had them undressing. Miss Perkins picked up their clothes and neatly folded them up on the bleachers. I saw her pick up several screwed up bits of paper off the ground and wondered where they came from. Our ‘no covering up’ rule was the same for these girls, and a few more whacks on their now bare butts and they were standing with arms at their sides in their birthday suits. They were taller than Angela but looked the same with flat chests and a bald slit at the front. It suddenly kicked in what Jane said about them still being ‘little girls’. I guess girls going through puberty grow like we do down there, and Jane and most of the girls had interesting bumps up top, unlike these two whose chests were the same as us boys.

Miss Roberts turned to the line of our girls and had a fierce look as she raised her voice to them.

“ANYONE ELSE GOT A FIT OF THE GIGGLES?”

I saw every girl go ramrod straight, including Jane. Even we boys stood more at attention as everyone knew you did not mess with Miss Roberts at any time, let alone when she had just raised her voice. Utter silence prevailed all around the pool and I became nervous as she approached me tapping the slipper on her palm.

“Could you return this slipper please Powell?”

“Yes miss.”

I rushed to do as I was told and was back in line in seconds. She barked her orders at Susan and Amanda.

“Stand to attention, hands behind your back and legs apart. We need to carry out the normal pre-swim inspections.”

They snapped to it, their faces flushed, then Miss Roberts turned to Jane.

“Miss Walton, you are familiar with our procedures, so would you assist me with the hygiene inspections please?”

That seemed sensible since a boy could not possibly touch a girl there. Susan went so red as she saw us boys all staring at her slit, then it got worse for her.

“Miss Flack, get those legs wider apart for Miss Walton.”

Miss Roberts smiled at Jane.

“Miss Walton, separate the folds of Miss Flack’s vulva so we can check if any urine has collected under there.”

OMG, we were looking right inside Susan’s most private place. It was bright pink with two small puckered holes; a smaller one above a lower one. I saw Jane wrinkle her nose, then Miss Roberts slid her finger along that pink inside.

“Hmmm. I think it needs a proper clean. Powell, would you pop in your changing rooms and fetch me a soapy cloth.”

I had to do as I was told and raced off to comply with her orders. She wasn’t going to get me to wash Susan there, was she? As I got back, I passed over the cloth and went to get back in line only to get Miss Robert’s smile.

“Thank you Powell. Stay there as I will need you to take this back when we are all done.”

Wow, I was going to get to watch all this from so close, then the view got better.

“Open her folds wider Miss Walton so I can clean up this dirty little girl most thoroughly.”

Looking behind me, several boys were beckoning me to move so I wasn’t blocking their view. I took a step sideways and got their thumbs up. Miss Roberts sure was thorough. Susan clearly didn’t know what a light tap on her bottom meant, so Miss Roberts had to ask Jane to do it.

“Turn her round so we can check her bottom Miss Walton.”

“Yes miss.”

We all saw her puckered butt hole, which was dirty. Miss Roberts reached right down between her legs, then rubbed all round as she dragged the cloth from front to back before thoroughly scrubbing her bottom clean. When Susan was done, Miss Roberts turned to Jane with the biggest smile.

“Right Miss Walton, Miss Welch next.”

Amanda looked petrified to be the centre of all her classmate’s attention and began to cry. That was when we all saw a yellow stream gush out and cascade onto the ground and into the nearby drain. From my proximity, the smell of urine was so strong. Amanda must be peeing herself! It was coming from between her legs, but girls don’t have a willy so where does it actually emerge?

“What a dirty little girl she is Miss Walton. Open her folds so I can clean Miss Welch up.”

We got our answer as Jane opened her slit wide and we saw a final yellow squirt come out of that smaller and higher hole, then just a few dribbles ran down her slit to join the rest entering the drain. We watched Miss Roberts wash all along it, then she grabbed her waist to turn her round. She bent her over to open her cheeks. It was dirtier than Susan.

“As I thought.”

As she held Amanda’s cheeks open wide, Miss Roberts looked at the girls.

“All girls must clean themselves properly between their legs, not least to avoid painful urinary tract infections, which are particularly prevalent in girls with our more hidden parts.”

I didn’t know that, but I’m sure Florence does. Miss Roberts turned to me with a brief smile.

“Powell, clean up this little girl’s dirty bottom. It is important to clean a girl from front to back to minimise spread of germs. Ensure you get low down between her legs and start from the front, then bring the cloth back up to the anus and scrub her hard there to remove this mess. When you’re done, take the cloth back and rinse it out before returning.”

OMG, she wanted me to touch a girl between her legs, but I couldn’t disobey my teacher.

“Err… Yes miss.”

As I put my hand on her bare bottom to steady it, Amanda flinched. Miss Roberts bellowed at her.

“STAND STILL GIRL SO POWELL CAN GET YOU ALL NICE AND CLEAN.”

As ordered, I put my hand right between her legs and could feel a girl’s most private place, albeit with a cloth between us. Amanda burst into tears and I could feel her whole body shake as I held the cloth on her slit. Miss Roberts gave me a nod and I began to rub all round as I moved it from front to back then scrubbed her dirty bottom. I finally got the OK from Miss Roberts confirming she was satisfied Amanda was all clean and took off to rinse out the cloth. Entering our changing rooms, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I had a boner waving about in front of me! All the girls must have seen it rise as I had been cleaning up Amanda. However much willpower I exerted, my erection never would go down and usually went even stiffer, so it was best just to ignore it and let it do whatever it wants. Sure enough, after I had rinsed out the cloth and went to return, it was behaving itself. As I got back outside, I received a smile.

“OK Powell, back in line.”

“Yes miss.”

Miss Roberts had the two girls doing Jumping Jacks to warm them up. They were being a bit feeble and she got me to fetch the slipper again. I went to return to the line, but she told me to stay alongside her so I got to see her turn those girls’ bare bottoms a nice shade of scarlet. When she finished I rushed off to return the slipper then got back in line. Miss Roberts looked along our line and grinned.

“Well boys, it looks like you all need to calm down. Powell, please help Miss Welch get into the water and Collins, you can help Miss Flack, so they are both able to calm down as well. Five minutes free swim, then diving practice.”

Damn, the girls all saw it rise again but a bit of free swimming would soon have it back to normal. The two girls flinched as I grabbed Amanda’s hand and Frank got Susan’s. They weren’t giggling at his six incher any more. We told the girls they’d feel better once in the water, but these normally talkative girls were uncommunicative now. At diving practice, the girls didn’t want to get up the ladder onto the high board and were holding back. Miss Roberts had me and Frank help them up as we were the last to jump. They were visibly shaking as the four of us stood on the top platform. All the boys were treading water below as they waited for us. I told the girls I’d go first so they could see how it was done. I hit the water perfectly and swam away from the landing area. As the girls looked down at us boys, they went scarlet, but Susan eventually jumped in. Frank almost had to shove Amanda, who fell off the board feet first with legs wide apart, exposing every inch of her most private place. Richard and I had seen young Angela here at the Y so knew exactly what girls look like down there, but every boy now had confirmation of exactly how girls are built.

Miss Roberts blew her whistle and we all got out. Susan and Amanda stood naked and shivering alongside us as she gave her usual end of lesson talk about what we’d all learnt today, although she skipped the major learning experience we boys had about girls. They couldn’t get away fast enough when we were finally dismissed. The next morning as Susan and Amanda came in, I politely greeted them with a ‘Good to see you’ and they went scarlet as they rushed to their seats. Had I left some double meaning in that phrase? I’m sure my chosen words were accidental. Honest!

It was several months before the gym roof got repaired but we had no more bother from the girls on those Monday afternoons, and even Susan and Amanda were quiet. Miss Roberts announced in late January that the principal agreed we could hold an after-school swimming gala at the end of March, to which parents and siblings could come. She laid on extra swim practice for the whole class every Tuesday as soon as Miss Perkins ended our gym lesson. This was so convenient for us boys, as we only had to slip off our shorts and shoes by the bleachers then line up for the pre-swim inspections. Miss Roberts told Jane Walton to do those while she got things prepared, so it was little over a minute before Jane had us all checked and in the pool. We boys found it so exciting to swim alongside the girls. Miss Roberts was a real taskmaster in those after-school sessions, but it was just what we all needed. The natural rivalry between boys and girls meant she got us all swimming so much better. I couldn’t wait to show mum how I had improved.

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