The Mailing List

The Mailing List 22

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PART 22
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From 13-year-old Benji’s Diary (the comments in italics are not part of the diary, but are written by his younger adoptive sister Olivia in a separate document Benji can’t access):

We had a picnic on Saturday. The picnic was fun. We played volleyball and paddleball, and we ate good food, and we told jokes and laughed.

Now we were back home, and Hannah had come home with us from the picnic, and I was getting my bath. Ollie and Hannah were bathing me. I was naked in the tub, and even though I was naked right in front of them I almost didn’t care. I felt good, exhausted but in a good way. For once I could almost forget about the embarrassment of the situation. Feeling the girls’ hands on my body felt good.

The girls were bathing me very gently, and they chattered and joked. From time to time, Hannah tickled me, and I would laugh and squirm. I felt so relaxed that I almost didn’t mind when they handled my peenie or my bottom. Almost. There’s something about being naked in front of girls that’s always embarrassing, even if it they were girls I knew and trusted so well, and even if they had seen me bare like that so many times, and even if they were being so gentle and loving, and not teasing me at all.

They were still girls, and they were still seeing all of me, even the parts that are supposed to be private. But well, those were Ollie and Hannah, and it was normal for them to see me naked, so I didn’t mind it as much. Besides, I was so tired and happy, and the girls’ gentle hands and attention felt so good...

I started thinking about how my life had changed after I had been adopted, and how lucky I had been. The orphanage had not been awful, but it was impersonal, and no one ever paid me as much attention or loved me as my new family did. I never got to do so many fun things, either. Yes, there were embarrassing parts, like how Ollie, and now also Hannah, bathed or spanked me, but overall it was all so good!

I wondered how the boys at the boys’ home were doing, and I wished they could all be adopted like I had been. Boys, of course, don’t have it so easy to be adopted as girls, because most girls are smarter and do better at school, and can get better jobs later, so most families prefer them to boys. I sighed.

Hannah tapped my nose with her finger.

“Huh?” I said.

The girls laughed.

“You were zoning out,” Ollie said. “Penny for your thoughts.”

“Oh!” I said. “I was just thinking about the Boy’s Home. Where I was living before you adopted me, you know. I was thinking how lucky I had been, and that I wish I could help the boys there somehow.”

The girls looked at me.

“That’s really thoughtful and kind of you, Benji,” Ollie said, and Hannah nodded.

“You know,” Hannah said, “if you really would like to help, maybe you could volunteer. I bet there are things you could do to help.”

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[Olivia’s note]: Benji is such a nice boy. Sometimes he just surprises you with a thought like that. Many boys, or even girls, are kind of selfish and think only of themselves, but Benji can be very sensitive and generous. Not that he is perfect or anything, but he deserves all the love you can give him.

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From Benji’s Diary (continued):

On Monday, the three of us went to the Boy’s Home. It was strange being there again, even though we didn’t visit the parts where the boys live. We went directly to the office, and the girls explained that I had come from that Boy’s Home, and that I was interested in volunteering, if there was something they needed help with.

They thanked me, and they took our address and contact information so that they could get in contact with me.

“I’m sure there will be something you can help with. There’s always so many things to do, and we are always short of staff,” the lady at the office told me.

Three days later, we got a phone call, and the following week I started my first volunteering job.

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From Benji’s Diary (continued):

I had been asked to help with the 9 and 10 year old boys’ weekly swim lesson in the public indoors swimming pool. Hannah and Ollie decided to change their self-defense class to that same hour so they could accompany me, since the swimming pool and the gym where they took their class were part of the same complex.

We went to the Boys’ Home first, and there we were introduced to June, a 16-year-old girl, also a volunteer, who was the swim instructor. I would be her assistant.

Ollie and Hannah and I chatted with her for a few minutes, and eventually Ollie told her “Benji is a good kid, and he is eager to help, so I’m sure it will be all right, but just in case, feel free to bare his bottom and spank him if he gives you any trouble.”

“Ollieee,” I complained, blushing. Why does Ollie have to make such embarrassing comments?

“Hush, Benji,” Ollie said. “You know I don’t feel comfortable leaving you in someone’s care without giving them full authority.”

“Yes,” Hannah agreed. “Benji is very good normally, but sometimes he can’t help getting in trouble, you know how boys are.”

It was embarrassing to be talked like that by girls younger than me, but you know how they are. That led June to ask Ollie and Hannah whether they had discipline authority over me, and how come they had.

“I’m his little sister, and Hannah is his girlfriend,” Ollie explained. “My mom often has to work at odd hours, so we both take care of Benji, and we have full in-loco-parentis authority over him. Benji is used to both of us spanking him when he misbehaves, and I’m allowed to give other people spanking privileges over him when needed.”

“Well, thank you for the trust,” June said, smiling at her. She put her arm around my shoulders and added, “I’m sure Benji and I will get along well, and no spankings will be necessary, but it’s good to know that it’s a possibility, just in case. You will mind me and not give me any trouble, will you, Benji?” she asked.

Still blushing, I assured her I would and I wouldn’t. I would mind her and I wouldn’t give him any trouble, I mean.

“Don't be embarrassed,” she smiled at me, “I also have permission to spank the boys in the swim lesson, so it's not like they will be teasing you because of that.”

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[Olivia’s note]:

Benji doesn’t like it, but I believe that it’s not right expecting someone to be in charge of him without giving that person the authority to do the job properly. The alternative is punishing Benji myself afterwards if I get a bad report on his behavior, but in a boy’s mind “afterwards” is a very long time, and knowing he can be punished right away makes Benji mind much better.

So… sorry, Benji, but I will keep giving people permission to spank you. It’s very unusual that someone will abuse that permission and give him a spanking I consider undeserved, but if it happens that lets me know that the person in question doesn’t deserve to be entrusted with Benji’s wellbeing.

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From Benji’s Diary (continued):

I was able to redirect the conversation, and finally we left the office and went to meet the boys in our swimming class. There were sixteen of them, all between 9 and 10 years of age. They were a lively bunch, excited to go swimming.

June and I herded the boys towards the nearby sports facilities, helped by Ollie and Hannah. We made them hold each other’s hands when crossing the street, and soon we arrived at the swimming pool.

Ollie and Hannah left for their class, and we took the boys into the pool’s changing rooms. June, of course, was allowed to get into the boy’s changing room to supervise her charges, but she left for a minute to get into her swimming suit, so I took the opportunity to change into mine, surrounded by the group of younger boys, laughing and jumping around in excitement. They didn’t have swimming suits to change into, since they the boys from the Home swam naked, as I remembered very well. The Home didn’t see any sense in spending money on swimming suits, when they were not mandatory for boys at the public pool. It was different for girls, of course, but most grownups did not think boys needed much modesty.

“Settle down, boys,” June said as she came back. “Leave all your clothes inside in your bags, well folded so that they don’t get wrinkled. I want to see all of you naked and ready for your lesson.”

Then she looked at me. “That won’t do, Benji,” she told me. “I want you naked just like the boys.”

“But… but I’m your assistant, not one of the students,” I stuttered.

“I know, but that will make it easier for the boys, giving them an example to follow and making them more comfortable.” She extended her hand towards me. “Swimsuit off. Now.”

I wanted to argue, but all the boys were looking at us and I just knew it would be setting a bad example if I argued instead of obeying. So, blushing and looking down, I slipped off my swimming suit and gave it to June.

By now, the little boys were out of her clothes too, so June was the only one not naked, in her one-piece swimming suit.

She folded my swimming suit and told me to put it in my bag with the rest of my clothes. “You don’t need to bring your swimsuit anymore. You won’t be using it,” she told me.

I was very ashamed to be naked in front of her. I wanted to cover myself with my hands, but I knew girls do not like it when you do that, and I didn’t want to set a bad example for the boys, so I resisted the impulse, took my folded swimming suit from June and put it with my regular clothes without any backtalk.

Then we left the changing room, took our bags to a small storage room that had been made available to us, and finally went to the swimming pool room, which had a placard on the door saying “Natatorium”.

We walked by the pool and June warned the boys not to jump in till she said so. I looked around nervously. We had two lanes reserved to us, but there were other people using the pool. That included a group of girls in the lanes next to ours. They were about the same age as our boys and, as I later learned, they were brownie girl scouts. They were all wearing suits, of course, and there were giggles and whispers among them when they noticed us naked boys, but they were already swimming in the water, so they did not have much time to stare except during their short breaks.

Still, I felt incredibly exposed. I had been at that pool swimming naked when I was still in the Boy’s Home, but at that time I was one in a group. Here we had a group of naked boys, but I was clearly older than them, and just as naked.

June made the boys line up along one of the walls and showed them how to do warming up exercises. She placed the boys with their backs to the wall, looking in the direction of the pool, and me in front of them, so that they may see me doing the exercises.

I did my best to do them properly while June walked among the boys correcting their posture or the way they moved.

“Look at Benji,” I heard her say. “Do it the same way he is doing.”

Finally, she let the boys jump in the water, instructing them to cling to the pool wall or to the lane divider floats.

“I know all of you can swim,” June said, “but I want to see for myself how well you do it.”

She called the boys’ names one by one, using a printed list she had, and made them swim a pool length so that she could see.

“I will use one of our lanes to work with some boys who need to improve their technique,” June told me. “In the meantime, I want you to supervise the others while they swim. Have them swim two lengths and then give them a minute of rest. If you see someone having difficulties, get them out of the pool and tell me. Do not let them fool around.”

So she called some of the boys and jumped with them in one of the lanes, and I was the only one left outside the pool, directing the work of the other boys. Being alone outside the pool made me feel even more naked. Sometimes people passed by me, and they could of course see everything, although I suppose most of them were used to seeing naked boys in the pool.

At one point, the swim assistant for the group of brownie scouts approached me. She was a girl around my same age.

“Hi, I’m Bella,” she said, looking me up and down.

I really, really wanted to cover myself, but what would be the point? I had to grin and bear it.

“Hi, I’m Benji,” I told her.

“You are helping the boys from the Home, aren’t you? Are you a volunteer or are you also from the Home?”

“I’m a volunteer,” I told her.

“Cool. I’m a girl scout myself, helping the brownies to get a swim instructor badge,” she told me. She looked down at my groin. “You boys are lucky,” she said.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, you go around all naked, without having to worry about modesty or about swimming suits. I bet it’s more comfortable to swim that way.”

I looked at her, not knowing what to say. I would have given anything to be allowed a swimming suit, comfortable or not.

She grinned. “Well, I have to get back to my group. See you, Benji! See more of you, I mean,” she added with a wink.

I was left blushing and confused, and then I had to return my attention to the boys.

The rest of the lesson went fine. When June finished working with the boys who needed to improve their technique, she allowed me to get in the water and swim a little with the boys.

Finally June called for the boys to get out of the water. She guided them through some cool-down exercises, and then I noticed Ollie and Hannah sitting on the first row of the stands, waving at me. I approached them.

“Hey, Benji, good job!” Hannah said.

“We already finished our class, and we were watching you. You are already like a professional coach,” Ollie told me.

“Yeah, although I like your uniform better,” Hannah chuckled, and Ollie lightly punched her arm.

“Don’t mind her,” she told me. “You were doing great, and we are proud of you.”

I smiled at that, despite the embarrassment of being there in my birthday suit.

“Thanks,” I said.

“But didn’t you pack a swimsuit? Did you forget it?”

“No, June told me not to wear it, because that would make the boys more comfortable,” I explained.

“Ah, well thought out,” Ollie agreed.

Then June joined us and greeted the girls.

“Benji has been good as gold today. Very helpful and hard-working.”

Ollie beamed. She loved it when people praised me. Hannah smiled at me too. “Good boy,” she said.

We took the boys to get their bags, and then to the dressing rooms. June left me with them to get dressed and then was back to supervise their showers, and mine.

Finally, we took the boys back to the Home. They thanked June and me and were very sweet. They had been really well-behaved too, despite receiving some teasing from the brownie scout girls about their nakedness. Of course, I knew that any boy who was reported for bad behavior during an outing received a hard bare-bottom spanking when back at the Home, but I don’t think that’s the reason they behaved. They are just a good bunch of boys.

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[Olivia’s note]: That was Benji’s first day as a volunteer. He has stuck to it, too. After that first time he no longer packs his swimsuit into his bag. He knows he won’t be allowed to use it, since June has proved to be inflexible about that matter. She won’t allow her assistant to wear anything different from what the other boys are wearing, which is to say, nothing. Benji doesn’t like that he had to be naked in such a semi-public setting, but he loves working with the boys and doing his part to help them.

(The End)