Little English Boy
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Copyright 2023 by Little English Boy, all rights reserved
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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
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The sun was streaming through the window
when John awoke. He saw Klara’s bed was empty although Karl was still
snoring away. John went to look at his watch, but he must have left it
somewhere. As he lay in bed, he felt different but couldn’t put his
finger on it. Lifting the bedclothes, he found the reason. He had no
pyjamas on and was stark naked! Why was his willy looking red, and
where was his usual morning wood? The fog in his brain finally cleared
as he recalled last night and Klara taking his watch off before she
showered with him to clean his semen off, then she wanked him three
more times! He’d never done it more than twice in a day before, and as
he reached down to give his willy a few exploratory strokes he became
very worried when it failed to react. Had she broken it? Just then he
heard Klara talking with another girl as they came up the stairs. He
quickly let go of his unresponsive willy and pulled the bedclothes
round him to make out he was still asleep.
Peeping across, John
saw Klara enter the bedroom with that other girl, who was wearing
traditional Bavarian Lederhosen. Her white blouse was having some
difficulty containing her ample features behind those leather braces
and cross strap, and the shortest of leather shorts revealed long
feminine legs stretching down to her white ankle socks and cream Keds.
She went straight over to Karl’s bed to yank his bedclothes off. John
saw this girl grin as she called him a lazy boy and told him to get up.
“Du fauler Junge. Steh auf!”
The girl was giggling as
she encouraged Karl further with a slap to that now exposed red bottom.
He let out a yawn, then turned over, giving John ample evidence that
his pen pal’s willy was having no difficulties at all in maintaining
its usual morning stance. The lederhosen girl was obviously a very good
friend of Karl’s as she bent down to give his lips a lengthy kiss.
After separating, Karl sat up and stretched, then yawned again to
sleepily ask what the time was.
“Wie viel Uhr ist es?”
“Es ist zehn Uhr dreißig.”
Ah
thought John, it was 10.30. Karl’s response was a grunt as he flopped
back down to reach for his bedclothes. The girl yanked both legs up in
the air and gave his bare bottom two powerful smacks as she ordered him
out, then shower.
“Raus! Dusche!”
John heard Karl’s
grumbling as he grudgingly went off to the wet room. The girls turned
their attention to the mound of bedclothes on the other side of the
room. John heard the girl giggle.
“Jetzt möchte ich den wunderschönen Schwanz dieses englischen Jungen sehen.”
John
recognised ‘beautiful cock’ with ‘English boy’ and pulled the
bedclothes tighter. Klara came over to give his shoulders a shake.
“You
boys are so lazy. It’s 10.30 and I’ve already had breakfast. This is
Inge, she’s my best friend and my brother’s girlfriend. Say hello to
Inge.”
John just poked his head out as he pulled the bedclothes around him.
“Err… Hallo Inge.”
The girl gave him a sly grin.
“Hallo John.”
Inge
saw John was holding his bedclothes tight around his neck, and grinned
at Klara as she grabbed at the bottom of the bed to start from the
other end. John felt a breeze on his bare bottom followed by a sharp
smack to each cheek.
“Ooowww! Ooowww!”
Inge gave this English boy an unambiguous order.
“Raus!”
John
had no option but to get out of bed, although he still clung on to the
bedclothes. Klara grinned as she prized his fingers from their
vice-like grip on his cover, then placed everything back on the bed.
John was under German culture now and realised he could no longer delay
the inevitable, so he held his hands at the side. He saw Inge’s eyes go
wide.
“Wow, Klara! Dieser wunderschöne Schwanz ist enorm!”
Although
John’s face had gone red, Klara saw that he now had a slight grin and
knew he did not need a translation of her best friend’s compliment. His
face changed to one of shock as Inge reached out and picked up his
enormous floppy Schwanz then slid that point of skin right back.
“Wunderbar!”
On
the one hand, John was relieved to see it was responding at last, but
on the other hand, he was stark naked in front of two fully clothed
German girls, one of whom he’d only just met, and she was holding his
Schwanz as it rapidly swelled up to its peak. Klara gave him a smile.
“We
can’t leave your bed untidy like this. Mama expects us to make our beds
after we get up. If we work together, we’ll soon have it done John.”
John
was relieved as Klara peeled her best friend’s fingers from their
vice-like grip on his boner, since he had begun to feel it responding a
bit too much to her manipulation. Inge grinned as she watched that
impressive rigid Schwanz bounce up and down as John helped Klara make
his bed. Each time his boner brushed against the sheets, John was all
too well aware he was naked, and especially when the girls giggled as
his boner got caught in the sheets and made a large tent. Coupled with
those earlier sensations from Inge’s warm fingers, he was getting
desperate for some relief if he was not to have a repeat of last
night’s squirting all over Klara. The bed was finally made just as Karl
left the wet room. At last he could get away for a bit of privacy.
Klara delayed him as he got pulled in for a five Mississippi kiss,
which did not help. Inge kissed him on his cheek, then his bottom got
two of her most powerful smacks.
“Oooooowwwwww! Oooooowwwwww!”
“Dusche!”
The
girls giggled again as he rushed off to the wet room rubbing his sore
bare butt, and John could not shut the door quick enough. At last, he
was alone for some private boy stuff. John turned on the shower and
began to pump away. He knew this one would not take long and soon had
that feeling build up to the point of no return. His hand sped up as he
let out the first grunt. At that moment the door opened as Inge wanted
some fun, intending to ask John if he would like her to scrub his back.
She clapped her hands in delight at witnessing what this boy was doing.
“Dein Sperma spritzt so hoch, John. Wunderbar!”
John
was on autopilot as his hand pumped away on his so stiff Schwanz, with
those white streams continuing to squirt so high as they arced across
the wet room. Klara came in too and gave him a grin.
“Sorry
about this John. I agree with Inge that your cum is squirting so high,
but my best friend is incorrigible with cute boys and you’re the
cutest.”
Klara’s compliment failed to diminish his utter
humiliation at being caught by Inge and Klara in full on wank mode as
he shot all up the wet room tiles. He would never be able to look the
girls in the eyes ever again. Klara gave her bestie a glare and pointed
at the door.
“Raus Inge!”
Inge giggled as she
watched John’s Schwanz collapse with a long white string of cum
dangling down from that point of skin. Klara shoved Inge out and shut
the wet room door behind her as she propelled Inge down the stairs.
**********
John
managed to get through his breakfast of corn flakes, although he went
red every time Inge gave him that knowing look. It was such a hot July
day and Klara suggested they go for a walk. Inge held Karl’s hand as
Klara grabbed John’s and they all set off for the nearby park. John
soon found himself alongside a beautiful river in a park that seemed to
go on for ever. Klara explained.
“This is the Englischer Garten,
which covers about 4 square kilometres and is one of the world’s
largest urban parks. It was created over 200 years ago by the
Englishman Sir Benjamin Thompson and Friedrich Ludwig von Sckell who
had studied English landscape gardening. It is our favourite place to
spend free time; perhaps bathing in the river, sunbathing on the banks,
or just taking a stroll with a friend.”
Klara gave him a smile
and he felt her squeeze his hand as they continued along the riverside
path. They came to a bend in the river and he saw a couple of dozen
kids up ahead swimming in the river. Klara waved to one of the girls.
“That is my cousin Helga, she’s 11, and that’s her brother, 12 year old cousin Fritz.”
The
girl got out and John was stunned to see she was stark naked. Then he
saw all the kids were naked! Helga gave Klara a kiss then John got her
predatory look as she asked her cousin a question.
“Wer ist dieser Niedlich Junge?”
John smiled at Helga as she had just called him cute. Klara stepped between them and spoke firmly.
“Er ist mein!”
Helga laughed.
“Okay, okay.”
Her
brother then came over showing a black hairy triangle between his legs
as his 4 inch Schwanz and inch long point of skin waved about in the
breeze. Klara made the introductions as she explained he was Karl’s
English pen friend.
“Das ist John. Er ist Karls Brieffreund aus England.”
Fritz stretched out his hand.
“Willkommen in Deutschland John.”
His
sister flung her arms round his neck and gave his lips an enormous
kiss. Helga ignored Klara’s glare as she told John that was the right
way for a girl to welcome a boy to Germany.
“Das ist die richtige Art und Weise für ein Mädchen, einen Jungen in Deutschland willkommen zu heißen, John.”
John
saw Klara’s face and shrugged his shoulders and held his palms out as
he gave her his ‘what could I do’ smug grin. He saw her raise her eyes
to heaven and mutter ‘boys!’ but then she grinned back and his cheek
got a sweet peck. Helga gave him a smile as she motioned towards the
river.
“Schwimmst du?”
He saw Karl and Inge were already
stripping off. He hadn’t got any trunks but, as he looked all round, he
knew that wasn’t going to cut it as an excuse here.
“Err… err… err…”
Klara gave his hand a squeeze and whispered in his ear.
“German culture John. You can do it.”
John
took a deep breath and slipped off his shoes and socks, pulled his
t-shirt over his head, then started to unbutton his shorts. He was
shocked when Inge loudly called over to the girls to check this English
boy out.
“Hey Mädels, schaut euch diesen englischen Jungen an. Sein wunderschöner Schwanz ist enorm!”
John
went red as twelve girls stood up in the water and eagerly looked over.
He could feel it pushing out his boxers as he studied this varied
ensemble of pairs of breasts, all with erect nipples pointing his way.
The three youngest girls, about 8 or 9 years old, had flat chests, but
the others had distinct pert cones of differing sizes, all except a
tall muscular girl with short hair who had just slight bumps. John
might have thought she was a boy but for the fact she was standing in
the shallows. He froze as he felt his Schwanz trying to burst out of
its restraint. That tall girl headed his way then yanked down his
shorts and boxers and stared into his face until he lifted his feet
out. Her powerful fingers grabbed his stiffest ever erection and slid
back the skin before she stood to one side and showed it to the girls.
“Ja, Mädels, sein wunderschöner Schwanz ist wirklich enorm!”
The
girls nodded in agreement as they all smiled at John. He somehow
managed to summon up a coy grin as this naked beefy girl held his boner
on full display. She finally let go and gave his cheek a kiss before
introducing herself.
“Willkommen in Deutschland John, Ich bin Maria.”
Klara smiled at Maria then turned to John.
“This is Maria Werner. She is 16 and our troop leader in the Scouts.”
As
the leader, Maria grabbed John’s hand and pulled him towards the girls
for an up close and personal introduction. As Maria said each name, he
got a hug from the naked girl and those youngest ones decided to cop a
feel too. Their names were all a blur as he just smiled and said
‘Hallo’.
John always enjoyed swimming and soon found his
self-consciousness had evaporated after becoming so engrossed in the
fun. Maria set up a race for all the kids and John was very pleased to
come second. Klara took first place even after John’s best efforts to
overtake her. They had been in the water for about an hour when Klara
said they needed to get back soon so they should get out and sunbathe
for a while to dry off. Karl and Inge were already stretched out on the
bank alongside Helga and Fritz, so when Klara got his hand and walked
him to the shore he knew he would just have to suck it up. After all
that swimming, he consoled himself that at least his boner had gone
down now.
The cold water had led to shrinkage and, as he went to
lay down between Karl and Klara, he noticed it was now a four inch fat
slug with over two inches of loose skin dangling off the end. As two
older youths dressed in t-shirt and jeans passed by, they pointed at it
and said something as they laughed. John was shocked at Maria’s
vehemence as she rushed out of the water and stood glowering right in
their faces as she held her finger and thumb an inch apart and laid
into them.
“Ihr zwei Idioten habt bestimmt winzige Schwänze und
seid einfach nur neidisch auf meinen englischen Freund. Jetzt verpiss
dich!”
As the youths turned to run, she gave their butts a
powerful kick causing them to fall over. John saw Maria put her hands
on her hips and look down at them with a ‘what are you gonna do about
it’ glare. They shuffled back quite a way then scrambled up and rushed
off. Karl saw John’s blank face and translated.
“She said those two idiots must have tiny cocks and are just jealous of you then she told them to… err…”
Karl looked to see who was around before lowering his voice.
“…fuck off.”
Maria turned to John and he heard her apologise for those boys’ attitudes.
“Das mit diesen Idioten tut mir sehr leid.”
As
she launched into a long speech, John was lost again. She kept touching
her slight bumps and brushing the sparse hair between her legs and
pointing at the girls, as well as towards his ‘wunderschöner Schwanz’
and those of several other boys including Karl and Fritz as the girls
nodded in obvious agreement. His pen pal gave his opinion before
helpfully translating.
“Those two dickheads won’t want to mess
with our troop leader again. She’s very protective of her troop, and I
think you were just made an honorary member. Maria was apologising to
you for their rudeness. It is just not done to laugh and make personal
comments like that. The girls all find your great cock so beautiful,
but a true German boy would never care about what they have got. Just
like us boys, all girls are different after puberty. Maria has small
breasts and sparse hair, where the other girls are more developed.
Maria doesn’t care and wonders why anyone would care since we all have
what we end up with and cannot change it.”
John wondered about
those laughing schoolmates in the shower back home and recalled they
did have smaller willys than him. He realised Maria was right and they
were just jealous. He had a think and began to assemble what he hoped
were the right words to thank her.
“Es war sehr nett von dir, es
mit diesen beiden Idioten aufzunehmen. Es gehört nicht zur englischen
Kultur, nackt in der Öffentlichkeit herumzulaufen, aber hier vor meinen
deutschen Freunden nackt zu sein, macht mir klar, dass man sich nie
darum kümmern sollte, was man hat. Dafür möchte ich mich ganz herzlich
bei Ihnen bedanken.”
Klara gave him her best smile.
“Exzellent!”
He
was momentarily startled when Klara rolled right on top of him and
pulled him in for a real no holds barred kiss. John never bothered to
count how many Mississippis this one was, as, quite frankly, he really
could not care less. With his arms wrapped around her as he held Klara
tight, he felt her warmth all over his body. Eventually she let him up
for air and slid off to the side, finally releasing his trapped boner.
She looked down and grinned, then leant in to give it a light kiss.
“We’d better get dressed big boy.”
John
was happy to let Klara help as he was having a bit of trouble forcing
his boner to tuck inside his boxers. It was not going to go down any
time soon as he watched Klara and her stunning smile slip on her snug
t-shirt, then her panties and shorts. She wiggled her dainty feet at
him as she slid her white socks over her ankles, and finally covered
them with those pink Keds.
Karl and Inge, together with cousins Helga and Fritz were soon ready to go. John heard Klara invite her cousins back for tea.
“Möchten Sie mit uns zum Tee zurückkommen?”
He heard Fritz decline.
“Danke, aber nein danke.”
He didn’t catch all of the reason Helga gave.
“Mama braucht unsere Hilfe bei der Vorbereitung der 100. Geburtstagsfeier unserer Ururgroßmutter am Samstag.”
As they waved goodbye, Klara smiled at John and explained.
“They
can’t come to tea as it’s our great great grandmother’s 100th birthday
on Saturday and they have to get back and help my aunt with all the
preparations. The whole family will be there at Uncle Herman’s house to
celebrate this milestone for our family matriarch. You are invited too,
of course. She is an incredible lady and still gets about with her
stick. You’ll love her as she has seen so much in her life and has some
really great tales about the famous people she met when she was young,
although papa says that’s a part of German history we’re not supposed
to talk about. It was such a long time ago and you English are all our
friends now.”
Just to reinforce that last bit, she pulled him in
for another kiss. John was a bit worried about meeting Klara’s great
great gran as he had heard about the wartime carpet bombing of so many
German towns and cities by British and American airmen. She had likely
suffered under all those bombs and might resent someone who was
English. He thought about his own family history from all those years
ago. His dad told him about his great great granddad’s exploits in
Germany as the war in Europe was coming to an end. Apparently he was
only there for a few months after the German collapse, since he was
transferred to the far east when Japan surrendered. He went on some top
secret mission his dad had said, but John was sure that bit was made
up. His gran had shown him a picture of his great great grandad in
uniform seated at a desk, so he was probably just some backroom
penpusher.
He died in 1995, but gran told him that his son was
still alive when he was born. She showed him a large picture of great
granddad proudly holding him just after he’d been weighed on the
hospital scales at one day old. 7 pounds 10 ounces gran said he was and
she then took great delight in pointing out to John that his so cute
tiny little winkle was on full display; a glaringly obvious issue he
had hoped she would not bring up. She guffawed as she embarrassed him
even further with the tale that if he’d been weighed several minutes
later he would have been quite a few ounces lighter, as his little
winkle sprayed all over great granddad! He passed away six months
later, so that embarrassing picture of him alongside a stark naked baby
John was the only memory he had.
Klara saw John’s distant look and brought him back with yet another kiss.
“Let’s get going.”
**********
It
was Saturday evening and they all got into Herr Brunner’s car to drive
over to Karl and Klara’s uncle Herman’s house. It was much larger than
the Brunner’s home and the huge back garden was filled with their
extended family all chatting and drinking. Klara held his hand as she
and Karl took turns introducing him to so many of their cousins,
uncles, and aunts, before he found himself standing in front of the
guest of honour. Klara gave a slight bow, as she made her introduction.
“Dies ist John Rickard, der Brieffreund von Karl aus England.”
John
saw she was immaculately dressed and standing erect with her hands on
an ornate bejewelled cane. At 100 years of age, John was expecting to
see a wizened old lady in a wheelchair. He gave a slight bow too as he
handed her the birthday card he had brought, then nervously spoke the
birthday wishes he had been rehearsing with Klara in the car.
“Ich freue mich sehr, Sie kennenzulernen und wünsche Ihnen alles Gute zum 100. Geburtstag, gnädige Frau.”
She
was still as sharp as a razor and did not fail to notice her great
great granddaughter gave this English boy a smile and a nod as she
squeezed his hand. Silently opening his card, she read his greetings in
German, to which John had helpfully added below in capitals ‘JOHN
RICKARD, 12 JAHRE ALT (KARL’S BRIEFFREUND)’ so she would remember who
it was from. She closed the card and stared down at the still nervous
boy, then spoke in English.
“Very well done young man. It must
have been in 1944 when I was at the Berghof in Berchtesgaden with my
cousin Eva since I last heard anyone use the polite form ‘gnädige Frau’
when addressing a lady.”
She finally dropped her stern look as her face broke into a smile.
“Your kindness and politeness to this particular old lady is very much appreciated.”
Klara
was so glad she had told John to use that old German phrase for a lady
of distinction, and he had pronounced it with the perfect Teutonic
inflexion. The matriarch could see the boy’s surprise at her fluent
English.
“Yes young man, I do speak English. At the end of the war I was a translator at the English mission here in Munich.”
John was a bit unnerved as she intently studied his face.
“Hmmm…
Rickard… Rickard… I knew a Captain Rickard at the English mission in
1945. He was such a handsome man and so polite. He was very helpful to
me and my family, supplying us with the food that kept us alive in
those harsh times straight after the war. He came from a town in the
west of England called Bristol I believe but was only here for a month
or two. I arrived one Monday morning after a weekend away, to find he
was gone. I heard from his sergeant that he had been transferred to
Japan on some mission he said was ‘hush-hush’, and I never saw him
again.”
Surely not thought John, his mind in a spin, then he saw her eyes go misty as she dabbed away a tear.
“Ah, my dear, dear John…”
She suddenly stood erect and looked at Karl and Klara, then back at John.
“You
children don’t want to listen to the ramblings of an old lady. This
evening is so warm and the pool is going to be much more fun for you.
Off you go for a swim.”
John gave Klara’s hand a squeeze.
“That would be great Klara.”
He was surprised when she seemed reticent.
“Err… err… I don’t feel… err… up to it today.”
“Why not Klara? You loved it when we all ended up swimming on Thursday.”
John was puzzled when she went red and looked over to her great great grandmother.
“Err… It’s… err… my… err… time… err… err… err…”
The
old lady realised Klara’s predicament and put up her hand to halt any
further conversation on the matter. She looked hard at John.
“You don’t have any sisters, do you young man?”
John had no idea how she could possibly know that.
“Err… No gnädige Frau, I do not.”
She gave Klara the slightest wink, then drew herself up to her full height.
“In
Germany young man, if a young lady says she is not up for swimming, it
is considered impolite in the extreme to ask her why not.”
John went scarlet at his awful gaffe with this incredible girl, and in front of her imposing great great grandmother too.
“Err… I’m most truly sorry Klara, and to you gnädige Frau. Please accept my sincerest apologies.”
Klara gave John a smile, then her great great grandmother smiled at him too.
“We
accept your apologies and the issue is completely forgotten. Now you
and Karl go off for a swim while I have a chat with my charming great
great granddaughter.”
John copied Karl as they backed away with a bow. As the boys turned and ran off, she smiled at Klara.
“He is a very cute boy Klara, and so innocent. He’ll soon learn to be discrete about a girl’s monthly affairs.”
**********
Frau
Brunner, her daughter, and the 100 year old matriarch wandered over to
the pool and sat down to watch the kids having fun. Frau Brunner saw
many scattered heaps of clothes alongside a row of clothes all neatly
piled up.
“When will boys ever tidy up? Look how neatly the girls put their clothes when they strip off.”
“Boys? I doubt they ever will. It’s a mother’s lot in life to clear up after their boys.”
Frau Brunner gave her a wink and a grin.
“Perhaps the boys need to be taught a lesson.”
The matriarch returned that grin.
“I
haven’t had the fun of spanking a boy since Johan was 12, some 65 years
ago. What a birthday treat that will be for this old lady. I’m not sure
I have the stamina in me now to spank more than one boy. How many boys
are there?”
Frau Brunner did a quick count.
“There are eleven boys and eight girls in the water. With Klara and us two, that will be one boy each.”
Klara looked shocked.
“I don’t know about the other girls, but I couldn’t possibly spank a boy, and certainly not cute John.”
Her great great grandmother thought Klara so sweet, but she needed to learn to obey orders.
“It is your duty to obey your elders. You will do as you are told young lady.”
Klara was not happy, but what could she do?
“Yes great great grandmother.”
She had a question which was worrying her about the unthinkable possibility that she got John.
“How do we choose who spanks which boy.”
Her mother had thought of that and gave the matriarch a smile then turned to her daughter.
“Pop
indoors and ask Uncle Herman if he has some paper and card. Create
eleven cards numbered 1 to 11, then eleven pieces of paper also
numbered 1 to 11. You will hand a card out to each boy, then put the
eleven numbers in a hat for each girl to pick a number, which will be
their boy.”
Klara realised she was being made to become fully
involved in all aspects of the eleven boys’ communal spanking,
including poor John, and hesitated. Her mum spoke to her in that sharp
tone which must be obeyed.
“At once Klara!”
“Yes mama.”
When her daughter had gone she turned to the matriarch.
“She clearly has such a crush on John. I think Klara would be very upset if she ended up spanking him.”
“There is only a one in eleven risk of Klara getting John. Surely that is a small enough chance?”
“I really don’t want her upset. Can we… err… rig it?”
The wily centenarian gave her a grin.
“Adolf once had a troupe of magicians at the Berghof, and I learnt a trick or two. Leave it to me.”
**********
Klara
was soon back with 11 cards and 11 pieces of paper on which she had
written the numbers, as ordered. She was told to lay out eight more
chairs spaced apart. Once done, her great great grandmother took charge
and called out.
“Raus aus dem Wasser, Mädels, sammelt eure Klamotten ein und stellt euch dann vor einen Stuhl.”
The naked girls all got out, collected their neat piles of clothes, then lined up in front of the chairs as ordered.
“Raus aus dem Wasser, Jungs, sammelt eure Klamotten ein und stellt euch dann vor uns Mädels.”
The
boys got out to pick up their messy heaps and face the girls, as
ordered, with John in front of the family matriarch. He saw Klara pick
up some cards, shuffle them, and put one on each boy’s heap before
sitting down between her great great grandmother and her mum. John saw
his was number nine and thought this was probably some German party
game with which he was unfamiliar. The matriarch scanned this line of
naked boys and leant across Klara to her mum.
“These naked
prepubescent and newly matured boys are the very essence of innocent
youth and are such a wonderful sight for my old eyes on this my 100th
birthday. If I were to die tonight, I would pass away a very happy
lady……”
Klara thought they were just boys, so what’s special. Well, apart from that really cute English boy of course.
“……
John is clearly a big boy and looks so much like my Johan when he was
12. With that beautiful cock having a covered head and a long point of
skin dangling down, he could almost be Johan’s twin.”
Her mum
loved to see naked boys too, and gave a smile and a nod, then she took
over with her very best annoyed mum’s voice, one so familiar to any boy
whenever he had done something wrong.
“Schauen Sie sich die
Unordnung an, die Sie mit Ihrer Kleidung angerichtet haben. Sehen Sie,
wie gepflegt die Kleidung der Mädchen ist.”
Frau Brunner saw she had lost John and repeated it equally firmly in English.
“Look at the mess you've made with your clothes. See how neat the girls' clothes are.”
Looking
down at his untidy heap, then across at the line of neat heaps held by
the girls, John went as red as the other boys when they all knew they
were in trouble.
“Ihr Jungs müsst lernen, wie ihr eure Kleidung richtig behandelt, und die Mädchen werden es euch beibringen.”
She repeated for John’s benefit, who hung his head like the others.
“You boys need to learn to treat your clothes properly, and the girls are going to teach you.”
She picked up a hat which John saw contained bits of paper with numbers on them and pointed to Klara.
“Klara
wird diesen Hut herumtragen, damit jedes Mädchen eine Nummer
herausziehen kann, und ihr Junge wird derjenige sein, der diese Nummer
hat.”
She turned to John.
“Klara will take this hat round for each girl to pull out a number, and their boy will be the one with that number.”
“Das
Mädchen gibt dem Jungen dann mit der Hand zwölf Schläge auf seinen
nackten Hintern, um ihm beizubringen, respektvoll mit seiner Kleidung
umzugehen.”
John heard some of the girls giggle before Frau Brunner even spoke to him.
“The
girl will then use her hand to give their boy twelve smacks on his bare
bottom to teach him to be respectful of his clothing.”
John
gulped as he looked at the grinning girls who had put their piles under
the chair so neatly as they sat down to await their boy. He looked at
his number nine and wondered which girl he would get. He saw Klara was
not looking happy but had no idea why. John heard her great great
grandmother say something to Klara, then swirl her hand inside the hat.
He assumed it was just to mix up the numbers, but no one saw this
centenarian’s sleight of hand as she palmed number nine.
Klara
held the hat up high for a number to be selected by each girl, who
giggled as they saw which boy they had got and ordered him over. Klara
was getting more and more worried as each number was drawn. Klara
didn’t want John spanked at all, but that decision had already been
made by her elders. She knew she could never spank that so cute English
boy. She was almost in tears as it got down to the last two and she
held the hat up high for her great great grandmother to pick, with
Klara getting whatever number was left. That wily centenarian retrieved
the palmed number but then dropped her glasses. She squinted at the
paper then read out the number.
“Sechs.”
Klara gasped as
John’s number must still be in the hat! Her mother looked at the two
boys left, then turned the number upside down and gave the matriarch
her glasses. She looked at the number again and apologised for her
mistake and read the right number.
“Mein Fehler. Es ist eine Neun.”
Klara
grabbed the hat and inside was number four. Looking across, she saw six
year old Cousin Bernhard from Dusseldorf still standing, who was always
such a nuisance. She looked along the seated girls and saw that random
chance had coupled several of the older boys with a younger girl,
including Karl and Fritz. The matriarch gave the girls an order,
telling them what to do to stop the boy from squirming.
“Um zu
verhindern, dass sich die Jungs winden, müsst ihr Mädels ihre Schwänze
packen und sie dann zwischen eure Schenkel klemmen.”
This caused
more giggling from the girls as they pulled on their boy’s Schwanz to
get him down over their lap, then trapped it between their thighs. With
Bernhard being only six, Klara was having some difficulty obeying
orders as his tiny little winkle wouldn’t reach and decided just to
spank him harder if he squiggled about. John heard several shrieks from
boys who were a bit slow catching up with their Schwanz, although the
centenarian’s slower pace meant he was not one of them as he followed
it to his fate. She was delighted to handle the English boy’s Schwanz,
which she felt swell as her arthritic fingers closed around it and
pulled him down to grip his impressive appendage with what John thought
were surprisingly firm thighs. John heard her tell the girls to get
ready and follow me.
“Macht euch bereit, Mädchen, und folgt mir.”
Once
John was held across her lap for his spanking, he could only look down
at the poolside concrete slabs. His sole view was a sea of grey with
just a touch of pink as Klara’s dainty feet covered by her Keds were on
the periphery of his vision. John felt her great great grandmother
gently rub his bare bottom and as she rolled her thighs it continued to
swell. He heard more giggles as her actions were copied by the girls.
John tensed as she issued the next order.
“Beginnen.”
He
heard the swish of her arm rapidly descending, then he was surprised as
she halted at the last moment and ended with a light but loud slap to
his right cheek. He breathed a sigh of relief as she called out ‘One’.
“Eins!”
Not
all the girls were watching their matriarch closely since he heard
several yells from those boys who got a full on spank. He then felt her
caressing his bare bottom and gently moving her thighs. She was clearly
in for embarrassment rather than pain. He could obviously see nothing
of the girls, apart from Klara’s dainty feet covered in her pink Keds,
but assumed they were all following the matriarch’s lead as her hand
left his bottom. He heard the swish.
“Oooooowwwwww!”
His
left cheek sure felt that one as his head jerked up to see Klara’s hand
coming back off Bernhard’s wobbly bottom with his six year old’s thin
legs and tiny bare feet going all over the place, as he gave a squeaky
Germanic shriek.
“Aaaaaauuuuuu!”
The matriarch confirmed that was the second spank.
“Zwei!”
Her
rubbing of his bare bottom hardly quenched the fire but the gentle
rocking of her thighs put a tingle in a different place causing his
swelling to increase. John was sure the next spank would be a light
one. His error was immediately apparent as his head snapped upwards.
“Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww!”
Klara
was a bit slow in starting off, so John actually saw her hand connect
hard with Bernhard’s right cheek and he could see the left cheek was
already red. It was only a momentary glance as his eyes soon returned
to that grey view with just a touch of pink. As the group spanking
continued, John heard his scream joined by ten others whenever his bare
bottom received one of those full on spanks. It was not knowing whether
the next spank would be hard or soft which added to the boys’ agony.
John’s occasional glimpse of Bernhard’s six year old bare bottom
getting spanked as his thin legs and tiny bare feet went everywhere,
was doing something weird to him. His brain was imagining John’s six
year old self being over Klara’s lap as he got a thorough bare bottom
spanking from her. That was having an unexpected, if not exactly
unprecedented, effect on his Schwanz. The penultimate spank was a light
one, so his grey view with just a touch of pink remained unchanged as
the matriarch called out eleven.
“Elf!”
He was now very
worried. His bottom getting rubbed was not the problem, but the gentle
rolling of her thighs on his rigid Schwanz was almost as if she was
deliberately wanking it, and he knew he was now just so close. John
felt her stop rubbing and screwed his eyes tight shut. His brain heard
Klara’s hand swish down to connect so hard with his six year old bare
bottom as his pen pal’s twelve year old twin sister gave this very
naughty little boy her most powerful chastisement yet.
“Ooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!”
“Zwölf!”
His
bottom was in flames but he was pleased to have dodged a bullet. It
would be unthinkable to squirt while over Klara’s imposing great great
grandmother’s lap. It was over, and he heard her final order.
“Aufstehen!”
John
instantly stood up at attention, his rear ablaze and his front so erect
that the head was peeping out of his foreskin. The matriarch looked at
this naked English boy and smiled at him.
“Wunderschönen Schwanz!”
Watching
that so stiff Schwanz twitching rapidly, she had the most deliberate
intent as she leant forward to yank his foreskin back so tight. Klara
and her girl cousins all looked over to John at the start of his series
of ecstatic loud grunts as he was helpless to stop the floodgates from
opening. It was Cousin Helga who spoke for every girl, including Klara.
“Sein Sperma spritzt so hoch. Wunderbar!”
Feeling
his enormous fully erect Schwanz throb so powerfully in her hands was
the highlight of the matriarch’s already grand day as she gave this 12
year old red bottomed English boy his best ever orgasm. She could not
agree more with Helga as she sat watching his cum squirt so high while
he just kept on ejaculating. Wunderbar!
She would definitely remember JOHN RICKARD, 12 JAHRE ALT (KARL’S BRIEFFREUND)!