Swim Competition

Swim Competition 2 and 3

* * * * *
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.

* * * * *

Part 2

Herrmann forced Jonas to the table behind the lined-up boys where he had to lean forward, put his hands on the edge of the table in front of him and walk back until his upper body was bowed down. Next was the characteristic sound of a paddle hitting a boy's butt, followed by a scream through clenched teeth. Mark counted in his head while he concentrated to hold his position. It was the fourth hit Jonas wasn't able to dampen his scream and begged his teacher to stop. Mark counted to ten until Herrmann tugged the boy merciless by his upper arm in front of the lined-up boys and turned Jonas' back to them.
"Here you see what happens when any of you disobey. I told you, no covering up, no playing with yourself!", the teacher lectured in an instructive tone.
Ten hard smacks with this paddle left an impressive result, seven boys locked their scared eyes at Jonas' checks, much more intense red than Mark's backside and the drilled holes from the paddle were clearly visible in the boy's skin. While Jonas put his hands behind his neck and walked to keep his friends’ company in the line, a car turned into the rest stop and an elder couple with their grandson, about fourteen years old, stepped out.

Herrmann walked up and down the row of boys who weren't allowed to change position. The old man looked at the row of nude boys, apparently satisfied that they were disciplined efficiently. His wife looked unashamedly at the boy’s penises. One by one. Mark was glad his hard one went down after Jonas' spanking started. It was more than embarrassing to present his hard dick in front of his teacher. The only dressed boy in the rest stop starred at the lined-up boys with his mouth opened, his mind was almost incapably to believe what he saw here.

Herrmann ignored the audience.
"I recapitulate!", he started loud enough to be heard by everyone over the traffic noise.
"Rule 1: You will follow my instructions without talking back!"
"Rule 2: You will follow all instructions given by other teachers and other adults without talking back"!
"Rule 3: You will be kind and respectful to every person you meet!"
"Rule 4: You will not cover up und you will not touch yourself!"
"Rule 5: Breaking the rules will lead to a punishment with the paddle!"

The swim instructor passed the row of naked boys two times.

"Patrick, Rule number 2!", he shouted.

"I will follow all instructions given by other teachers and other adults!", the boy answered with trembling voice.

"Louder, all I hear is traffic noise!", Herrmann barked at the boy.

"I will follow all instructions given by other teachers and other adults!", the boy shouted this time. After a few seconds, the teacher started so say something, Patrick proceeded: "without talking back, Sir".

"I will accept this!", Herrmann told Patrick, "Jonas, Rule 5!"

The still whimpering boy answered with loud but cracked voice: "If ... I break the ... rules, I will be ... punished ... with the paddle ... Sir!"

Both of the couple had entered the meadow to examine the boy’s backsides.

"Very good. Stefan, Rule 4!"

"I will be kind and respectful to every person I meet!", answered the boy.

"That is a rule, but not the rule I wanted to hear. Three steps forward!"

Stefan did like he was told without taking his hands down. Herrmann stood beneath the boy and hit him once, but with all force of his right arm, on both of his checks. The boy screamed loud because of the pain which seems to explode on his butt.

"Step back!"

Shortly thereafter he was back in line, he successfully suppressed the tears.

"Mark, Rule 1!"

"I will follow your instructions without talking back, Sir!", the boy answered trying to sound confident.

"This one got a real harsh spanking shortly!", said the old man suddenly pointing at Jonas' backside. "What have you done?", this question was addressed to Mark.

"I didn't agree to travel to our swim competition completely nude, Sir!", Mark didn't believe he was able to give this stranger this explanation. But he was sure rule number 2 contains the duty to give answers.

"You have a beautiful backside, boy!", the old woman said to Mark. "Am I allowed to touch it?"

"Yes, ma´am!", Mark answered. In his mind he fantasized about killing the old couple first and then Herrmann.
He wasn't able to prevent himself from flinching as he was touched, the old lady kneaded his right check with her right hand, almost immediately her left hand followed on his left check. Mark needed all his strength to stay at position. Tragically his boner was coming back. His penis was rising up slowly but unstoppable until it was as hard as in the car. He couldn't believe it; this old fart was pawing him and he got an erection. His face felt like it was on fire.
Suddenly the touching stopped and the old man whispered in his ear: "Is there a problem, boy?"

"No, Sir!", Mark expanded his imagination to kill this man slowly.

Herrmann had watched the whole scene with a smile.

"Very well. Florian. Rule number 4!"

"I will not cover up and I will not touch myself!", the fourteen-year-old boy revised.

"Very good. Paul, would you be so kind as to repeat the last rule to us?"

"I am sorry, Sir. I can't remember which rule is missing, Sir!" Paul answered, sure to get the paddle in a few seconds.

"Number 3!", Herrmann told the boy angrily.

"I have to be respectful and kind to every person, Sir!" Paul said hopefully.

"I will accept that. Michael and Jonas, you will change seats. Lower your hands and get in the car"!

The boys obeyed instantly. All of them wanted away from their exposed state, Mark couldn't even guess how many cars passed by and how many people had seen him in this embarrassing position. The grandson of the elder couple was nearly as embarrassed as the nude boys. He couldn't believe he would be able to survive such a humiliating treatment.

After the last boy was in his seat Herrmann closed the sliding door, took his seat behind the steering wheel and directed the car back on the motorway.

"This interruption cost a lot of time, I hope all of you will behave properly from now on!"

"Yes, Sir!", was the unanimously reply.

Jonas swept away the tears from his face and lowered the hands to his side, suppressing a moan because of the pain of his butt. Mark thought the spanking in the locker room was degrading, this experience raised the bar to a whole new level. He still couldn't believe this woman kneaded his butt checks for more than a minute, he still felt her breath in his neck and he still heard her purring lute in his ears. He was still confused about his rock-hard penis. Both boys beneath him, Stefan and Patrick, gave him a cheeky grin.

The rest of the ride passed without further incident. After about altogether three hours they arrived at the main entrance of the school where the boys were forced to leave the vehicle, crossed half of the fortunate deserted parking lot and followed Herrmann through the wide double door into the school building. The boys went ahead up the stairs, Herrmann wanted to enjoy the look at the boy’s butts and their packages between their feet once more. On the upper floor Florian localized the secretariat and the principal's office. The nude boys lined up in the anteroom with their hands behind their backs. A very happy secretary, Herrmann guessed her age somewhere mid twenty, knocked at the principal's door and announced the visitors. A man about Herrmann’s age appeared in the anteroom and greeted the group in an exaggeratedly friendly manner. The principal, his name was Manuel Goldstein, spoke with Herrmann about their journey. The boys were waiting patiently, none of the boys spoke a word. All of them wished to be brought to their rooms to have some privacy and to be able to speak freely, even if it would be just for a few minutes. The secretary leaned against the reception desk and eyed the boys with interest. Much to the dismay of Stefan, Patrick and Felix, who watched their penises rising up. Mark wanted to retaliate the grin back to Stefan and Patrick but he was busy with himself, the girl inspected him as well.

The conversation came to an end and Herrmann ordered Felix casually to carry his backpack. Goldstein led the group out of the secretary, down the corridor back to the stairs and down to the ground floor. This school wasn't empty. There were no kids or teenager around but a few adults, some were obviously craftsman, others couldn't be identified by the boys. What they all had in common was their interest in the group of naked and blushing boys. As they left the stairs behind the boys were once again ordered to take the lead. They crossed the whole building until they reached a backdoor which lead the nude boys back into the hot sun. The boys headed towards a building about 300 feet in the distance. The doors were already open and Goldstein showed Herrmann his room first. It was a very small and plain room, without a shower or toilet. Herrmann took his backpack from Felix and threw it on the only bed in the room. Goldstein opened a door opposite to Herrmann’s room. This room was bigger but filled with bunk beds. There were eight bunk beds for sixteen persons. On each wall was a single bunk bed, in between were three groups of two beds, in this configuration they looked like two double beds on top of each other.

"Your beds are on the left side!", it was the first time Goldstein spoke to the naked boys except the greeting. "You will use the single bunk bed at the wall, the double bunk bed here and this half of the second double bunk bed!", he pointed at the lower and upper level of one of the beds. “The other beds are already reserved.”

"Excuse me, Sir!", Patrick began carefully.

"Yes boy?", the principal asked friendly.

"You said the other beds are reserved?"

"Yes, we rent the beds in the summer holidays, the school needs the money and there is no point in leaving the building empty for two months!"

The boys let this information sink in, they were still stark naked and it seems they would share this space with strangers.

Herrmann added in his usual gentle voice: "None of you is allowed to touch the blankets until you go to sleep. I will tell you when it is bedtime." The swim instructor pointed at the neatly and compact folded blankets on each bed. It wasn't a real blanket, more a thin cover sheet. But they would be enough, the nights were almost as hot as the day.

The following conversation between the men wasn't interesting for the boys but fortunately short.

"Boys, I want you to meet me at the dining room, to the tick at 12. You fill find the dining room in the main building, ground floor!", with this order Herrmann left the room together with the headmaster.

Paul closed the door gently and kicked without delay one of the beds. Annoyed he swallowed the pain in his foot. It was like the tension was falling from the boys. They were still very unhappy about their naked condition, Michael now covered his mid-section with both of his hands and Paul hold his genitals with his left hand, which was enough to cover everything important.

Felix: "Fuck this!"

The boys grunted in agreement.

Stefan leaned at the wall beneath the door, most of the other boys were walking up and down the room aimlessly. Patrick inspected the blanket on one of the beds and decided better not to touch it, he would hardly be able to fold it so neatly.

Stefan opened the door and looked into the corridor without leaving the dormitory. After closing the door again, he said: "It's 11 and 10!". The boys took note of the information. Fifty minutes of reasonably privacy. Jonas looked through one of the three windows, they were at the ground floor and anyone would be able to look into the dormitory but there was nothing to see except grass and a few trees. Jonas recognized the lack of curtains or shutters. In the night, with the lights on, they would be on the presentation plate.

Florian: "What do you think will happen after dinner? Swim training?"

Mark: "We will be sent to work."

Mark had the full attention of all his schoolmates.

Mark: "Did none of you read the declaration of consent?"

The boys negated.

Mark: "Our parents didn't have to pay for this excursion because we are committed to do some work. I am pretty sure this will take place after dinner."

Stefan: "What kind of work?"

Mark: "I have no fucking clue."

Paul was still covering up: "What is written in this declaration of consent about us parading around stark naked?" Another kick into the bed followed, more carefully this time.

Mark: "Eahm.... I think it is not clearly formulated. Herrmann has the right to order us to undress at every time. I never thought this would happen outside the pool or the locker room. Of course, I never thought about bringing hundred fucking miles between me and my clothes." Mark now shared his anger with Paul.

Jonas: "I'm curious if it can get any worse than the spanking in the fucking rest stop!"

Paul: "I think Herrmann will try!"

Michael: "Goldstein is apparently on Herrmann’s side. He will find some degrading work for us."

The conversation died down, Stefan looked on the clock hanging from the ceiling in the corridor the third time. At 11 and 50 the boys decided to walk to the dining room, they wanted to avoid being late because they had to search for the dining room.

Part 3

Stefan looked at Paul and Michael: "I suggest you stop covering up. maybe we'll meet a sneak!"

Reluctantly both boys moved their hands to their sides. The eight stark naked and once again more or less red-faced boys left the building and stepped out in the hot sun. The hot concrete hurt their feet, they walked beneath the paved way in the grass. Florian tried to open the back door through they left the school building almost an hour ago. It could only be opened from the inside.

"Shit!", the boy cursed.

"We have to run to the main entrance!", Felix shouted frightened. "Or you want to line-up in the dining room for a painful spanking in front of all the people!"

The whole group ran as fast as possible around the huge building, back to the parking lot. None of the boys cared if they were seen by anyone. A few minutes later they entered the building through the main entrance and started their search for the dining room. There was an open double door in the atrium, the boys heard the voices of the people and saw a few adults walking to the supposed dining room. None of them wanted to go there fully nude but had no other possibility. Naturally all attendant human beings looked at the boys entering the room. Of course, all of the them looked at their penises, not their faces. Patrick discovered Herrmann first and lead the group to their instructor's table.

"You are on time!", Herrmann told the boys with a smile. No one overlocked the paddle laying on the bench beneath Herrmann.

"Take a tablet, pick your food and look for a place to sit and eat!", he ordered the boys good-humored.

The boys obeyed and lined up in the queue. It wasn't long before it was their turn. The woman felt the urge to talk to the boys.

"You are our guest for the swim competition tomorrow!"

Felix: "Yes, ma'am!"

"You take the swim dress code very seriously!"

"Our swim instructor take it very seriously!", Jonas replied sharper than the wanted to. Luckily, she didn't blame him, she just smiled at the boys and examinated their nude bodies. She knew the boys didn't show up fully naked voluntary. The boy showed his frontal nudity to the woman. He tried to avoid a discussion about his still very red bottom.
The dinner was simple, rice, vegetables and some water. The boys selected a table out of earshot from Herrmann and Goldstein. Jonas and Mark heard some snippets of conversations about their red bubble butts. They boys just added that to their humiliation. The group sat down, Jonas and Mark groaned in pain, and started to eat. They didn't talk until their plates were empty. After dinner they still weren't in the mood to talk much, they waited impatiently for what would happen now and simultaneously they tried to ignore the looks and comments from the other guests. It didn't take long before Herrmann ordered the boys to put away their tablets and to line-up at his and Goldstein's table where an elderly woman took a seat in the meantime.

"All of you will do some support work for this school to repay the hospitality. We will start with something special!", Herrmann pointed at the woman in a gently way. The woman got up and looked at the boys with interest.

"Such a large selection, it's hard to decide!", she said in a relaxed tone. After she finished examining the boy’s frontal nudity, without boners this time, she changed to their backs. They boys just stood there, hand by their sides, embarrassed.

"Wow, you received a serious spanking!"

"Yes, ma'am!", Jones said in a submissively tone.

"That would be an interesting challenge for my pupils to draw!", the woman said.

Pupils? Jonas was not only scared but also confused. "What pupils, ma'am?"

"I run a drawing class and I need a nude model!", was the short but precise answer.

A nude model, Jonas thought. A class of what? Fourteen-year-old girls trying to draw my red and sore ass? Please god, not that, the boy prayed in his mind. But the woman, who had not introduced herself, lead Jonas gently by his shoulder closer to the table where she took a neatly folded piece of leather.

"Fold your arms behind your back!", the woman ordered Jonas.

The blushing boy obeyed, cognizant all eyes in the room were currently on him and his nude form. The leather was unfolded and the woman stepped behind the embarrassed boy who heard the blood rushing in his temples. The woman arranged the leather between his submissilivy folded hands and his back. The boy still hadn't understood what this was going to lead to. The leather was pulled up and put over his shoulder. Jonas' pulse doubled as he recognized that he was being tied up. The leather covered his shoulders and upper arms, almost down to his nipples. The woman connected the two shoulder pieces of leather with the sewed in strap. After the front side was secured she continued at his back, gently but with strength she lashed down something that seemed to be shoelaces. Jonas felt how the leather got tighter and tighter around his folded arms and around his upper body. A few minutes later the woman was satisfied and thanked Herrmann for his generous offer to provide her a nude model. Jonas struggled a bit in his bondage and confirmed to himself and to all present persons that he was helpless. Herrmann never saw such a strong expression of helplessness and vanquished in a boy's face. His own boner was just before the explosion. Jones thought about his situation, if he would have had access to some clothing he wouldn't be able to dress himself. He wasn't even able to wrap a towel around his waist. It dawned on him that he was much more naked than a few minutes ago, it didn't matter what may happen to him, he will definitely stay naked and exposed. These thoughts caused a growing penis while he was led out of the dining room by this mysterious woman.

None of the other boys dared to say a word. They just stood still and watched the whole scene shocked. Mark thought another time how vulnerable he and his friends were. All adults in his surroundings could do every humiliating and embarrassing thing that came to their mind. The boy still didn't know what he could do but to endure the situation he was in. He blamed himself for these thoughts, his penis was again hard as steel pipe and pointing straight up. He saw Herrmann looking at his naked front with a sadistic smile in his face.

"Follow me!", Herrmann ordered the seven boys as he got up and left the dining room to the atrium. Two women were waiting there and were clearly pleased about the arrival of the seven naked boys. These women were part of the school cleaning staff.

"Florian and Stefan, you will support Gloria! Felix and Paul, you will support Monika!", the swim instructor ordered. "Mark, Patrick and Michael you will come with Mr. Goldstein and me.

Monika and Gloria lead their naked boys full of anticipation to two different corridors. They had already prepared a mop and a bucket of water for each of the boys. Neither of the boys had ever cleaned a school corridor, and obviously they never had done it stark naked. They went to work while the women limited themselves to surveillance.

Mark, Patrick and Michael had a different job. There was a storage room beside the atrium. The task was simple but hard work. First, they had to carry out heavy wooden boxes which they had to put together to form a stage. The stage wasn't very high and consisted of only a small area but it took the three boys about one and a half hour to stick the parts together. They were supervised by Herrmann und principal Goldstein all the time. None of the men were interested in the stage but in the nude hard-working bodies. The boys regularly heard the comments from the two men about their butts, penises, well defined muscles und the sweat covering their skins. Because of the working process the boys had shown every part of their nude bodies to the two men, they were absolutely aware about the fact no secrets were left. Added to the difficulty were the other people who had rented beds and visited the dining room made a detour to watch the boys doing their work. The second task was to carry out all of the stacked chairs and arrange the chairs in straight rows. The chairs had to be connected to each other, the rows had to be the same distance apart and everything had to create a neat overall picture. The three boys tried their best but had problems to accomplish the task forming the rows properly. Herrmann had his fun encouraging the boys to do it better by giving them single smacks on their naked butts with the paddle on a regular basis. Their penises were flipping around while the boys were running through the atrium all the time, trying to arrange the chairs properly. Herrmann called a boy's name every two or three minutes, the concerned boy run as fast as he could to the man in charge to pick up a single but hard strike with the paddle. Mark was shifting a number of chairs for the hundredths time, wishing this nightmare would come to an end. He tried to ignore the constant audience and his semi hard penis flopping around. He couldn't even ignore one of the two. He saw the faces of Patrick and Michael, they fared no better. After what felt like forever the task was complete. The three boys, breathing heavily, stood by the two men in command and looked exhausted in their amused faces. Their butts were burning, Mark didn't know how many strokes he had received. Some of the people who watched the whole scene applauded. Nude Mark wished he could sink into the ground.

Felix and Paul had mopped floors the entire time. They had to dispose the waste water and carry fresh one, they had to clean some areas a second or third time because their female watchdog claimed they were doing their job sloppy. Neither of the boys believe that, they were sure the woman just wanted to play off their newfound power over two naked, blushed and embarrassed boys. Both groups had to interrupt the work regularly because of passing by people who watched the boys subtle. Paul thought the work would be boring like hell if he wasn't forced to do it naked. A humorless laugh escaped his lips.

Jonas situation was very different. All he had to do was standing still. At least he saw the clock from his position. Two hours were passed by, two hours where he wasn't allowed to move a muscle. His hands were still wrapped helplessly behind his back, his shoulders and arms were aching. The boy with the red face had no clue when this art class would finish the work. He imagined he could feel the looks on his naked body. About two hours ago he was placed in the center of the room, all artists had placed themselves in a circle around him. There were a few men, much more women and also a few girls his own age who tried to draw his nakedness from all angles. He imagined how the artists behind him are trying to capture the marks from his spanking on a canvas. He stood still, enduring the embarrassment and the humiliation helplessly, because of the armbinder, because of the fact his clothes were far away and because of his teacher's paddle.

It was about 5 in the afternoon when everybody had finally finished their work. Almost everybody. Jonas was missing. Herrmann was walking with his group of seven boys through the whole school building to the art hall. He knocked politely and entered the room. Some of the art pupils had already left, the other participants were showing Jonas' their work. There was a naked boy with a helpless face expression on a canvas. Herrmann thought that this was a successful performance by the artist. Another canvas showed the boy from behind, the painting was stupendous detailed. The viewer saw the red marks from the holes of the paddle on a firm and well-rounded butt. Jonas blushed even more while eying the painting of his own backside. He also saw the shoelaces that tightened the armbinder he was still wearing.

"Are you finished Ms.?", Herrmann asked the woman.

"Yes, we just admire the pupils work, you can have your boy back!"

Jonas ignored the fact they were speaking about him like he was an object or not present. He didn't dare to beg the woman to be let out of this tight armbinder. His shoulders and muscles hurt.

"This is an impressive device!", Herrmann noticed, "Do you use it at all your models?"

"At all child models, yes. This device makes all the boys very obedience. We had two boys who lost their minds, they ran to their clothes, got dressed and left. I wasn't able to stop them. This investment solved the problem."

"My boys follow my rules because of this thing here!", Herrmann lifted the paddle in his hand and pointed at the red butts of Mark, Patrick, Michael and also Jonas. "And the fact that they don't have access to clothes."

The woman smiled.

"Did he make you any troubles?", Herrmann asked.

"No, he was the perfect act model! Sadly, I have to let you out of the armbinder boy. How was it being strapped in this thing for a little more than four hours?"

"It was challenging. My shoulders and arms hurt.", the boy answered truthfully. In his mind he prayed the woman would just stop talking and would let hit out of this bloody thing. The other seven boys were the same opinion, all of them were examined by the girls in the room which stood all very close to the nude boys. Some of them even tried to "accidently" touch their butts and penises.

"You can leave him like this," Herrmann suggested, "I will bring you the armbinder back tomorrow."

Jonas heart started to race. Please not, he thought. But the woman answered quickly.

"That's a great idea, I always wanted to know how a boy feels after at least 12 hours in this thing. But the armbinder is a very expensive piece and I cannot give it out of hand."

With these words she started to undo the laces. Jonas let out a breath of relief because of these words and soon felt this horrible thing got looser. After a short time, he was free and able to bring his hands in front. He stretched his arms and rotated his shoulder joints. Yes, he was still naked in a room with many clothed people, his tail was still sore but he felt much better.

"All right. Thank you to bring this experience to Jonas. I am sure he will enjoy this memory a long time!", Herrmann said and looked at Jonas.

"Ah... yes. Thank you very much for let me work as a model this afternoon!", Jonas said quickly, hoping to fulfill his teacher's expectations. The girls giggled, they sensed what he really wanted to say. So knew Herrmann. But he was satisfied with the boy's answer and said goodbye.

All eight boys were happy walking down the corridor back to the dining room. Away from the prurient looks from the girls, women and some men. They ate a simple dinner, two pieces of bread with cheese for each boy and all the water they needed. All of them were thirsty. Herrmann escorted the nude boys back to the dormitory building but he didn't allow them to enter their room. Instead he went into his own room and picked up four frisbees and lead the boys back outside into the evening sun. Great, Mark thought. He really hoped this day would have come to an end, he was really tired of his extended exposing. Like the most time the teacher followed his boys behind, that’s why there was no need for the boys to control their facial expressions. It only took a look for Mark that his friends shared his feelings. They went around the corner and Herrmann sat down at one of the benches in a shady place, it was still hot. He threw the four frisbees which were cached by Florian, Felix, Paul and Patrick.

"Groups of two!", he ordered and pointed at two places about 60 feet apart. They boys understood and took their positions. Each boy concentrated to throw the frisbees precisely, none of them wanted to run around to collect a lost frisbee. There was a small number of other guests, sitting on benches or in the grass, watching the naked boys playing. All eight just tried to ignore their audience, again. It was still humiliating and embarrassing but for the first time today the boys had a little bit fun. They tried to concentrate on the funny part and blotted out their waggling penises. They played for about ten minutes until another group appeared. Two women and a group of six girls. The youngest girl was estimated a year younger than the boys, the eldest was about sixteen and an incredible beautifully girl. They all sat down near Herrmann's bench. No need to say that the girl's eyes were glued at the boy’s bodies. Michael wanted to scream "Fuck this shit!" and just walk away, but he looked at the red butt of Jonas while the boy was walking several feet to a frisbee lying in the grass. He just had enough, his only wish was to be at home, in his bed under the blanket, alone. Instead he could play frisbee stark naked under the eyes of six pretty girls that he would never have dared to speak to or he could get spanked naked under the eyes of six pretty girls by his swim instructor. In addition, there was nowhere to go stark naked. He threw the frisbee. Minutes passed, the girls were giggling almost the whole time, the boys blushed. Michael recognized the two women were no longer sitting in the grass, they sat on the bench, talking to Herrmann. Michael didn't know if this was a good or bad sign. He suspected the latter. This scenery went on for about an hour. The giggling became less but not the girl's interest.

(End of File)