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The Mailing List 27

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PART 27
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Based on story ideas by viljonge

From 13-year-old Benji’s Diary:

I’m still volunteering to help the kids in the Boy’s Home [note from the editor: see chapter 22]. I help their swim monitor June, a 16-year-old girl who is another volunteer. We take the little boys to their swim sessions, and it’s really nice because of how much the boys are looking forward to it and how funny and affectionate they are if you treat them kindly.

One thing I don’t like is that I have to be naked like them, but unlike them I’m most of the time out of the water as I help supervise, so everyone can see me.

I have tried to convince June to let me wear my swimsuit, but no luck.

“No, Benji,” she said when I tried to insinuate that I might as well wear it. “I want you completely naked at all times in the pool area. I want you to set a good example for the little boys. If they see you naked even though you are older, they will know that’s perfectly normal for boys, and they won’t feel self-conscious themselves.”

When I tried to insist, she frowned.

“Do not fuss, Benji. I tell you, there’s zero chance I’ll ever allow you to wear a swimsuit around the pool. The only thing you’ll be wearing here is your birthday suit, and the same goes for any other boy in my charge.”

She gave me a pat on my bare bottom (friendly but a bit harder than strictly necessary, if you ask me) and grinned at me.

“What’s the big deal, anyway?” she asked. “You are not suddenly getting modest, are you? Everyone around here has seen your bottom and your little peenie.”

“No, it’s not that,” I lied, blushing. “It’s just that I think the boys would respect me more if I was dressed.”

The truth is that I do feel self-conscious, all naked in a semi-public setting like that, but I would have felt silly telling her that, and I’m sure she would have laughed if I tried.

“Nonsense, the boys like you, and they don’t respect you any less because you’re naked like them,” she told me. “Get those silly ideas out of your head and don’t give it another thought. None of you boys has anything that needs to be hidden. OK?”

“Yes, June,” I had to say. But it was easy for her. After all, she’s not the one who has to be naked in front of everybody here.

June is nice, but when she makes up her mind about something there’s no changing her mind.

Ollie and Hannah weren’t more sympathetic.

“June is your boss while you are volunteering at the swimming pool, Benji,” Ollie told me later when I complained about it. “If she wants you naked, then naked you will be. That’s all there is to it.”

“I think you are sexy when you are naked in front of everyone,” was Hannah’s not much more helpful comment. “You are so cute when you blush.”

So that was it. I had to be naked. At least the other boys are naked too, but of course I’m the oldest one, so it’s still embarrassing, and being out of the pool most of the time, it feels like I’m on display. Maybe it’s silly, but I can’t help being embarrassed.

[Olivia’s note] (this note is not part of Benji’s diary, but is written by his 11-year-old adoptive sister Olivia, in a separate document the boys can’t access and are not aware of):

I guess Hannah has a point. Benji is cute when he gets all modest but can’t prevent people from seeing him naked.

In any case, I don’t want to encourage this silly modesty of his. As far as I’m concerned, his peenie is just a peenie, not some state secret that we need to keep people from seeing. Seeing a boy naked is a normal and natural thing.

From 13-year-old Benji’s Diary:

One reason I wish June would let me wear a swimming suit is that the brownie scouts still swim in the lanes next to ours.

I like Bella, the girl scout who is their swim supervisor. She’s about my age, and she’s always laughing and telling jokes. She teases me a lot, but I like it when she pays attention to me (not that I want her to be my girlfriend: that’s Hannah, but Bella is still nice). I just wish I didn’t have to be naked. It's so embarrassing!

To give you an example, the other day, while the kids, both ours and the brownie scouts, were busy doing laps, Bella, June and I were chatting. I commented that the dressing rooms could use some repairs, and Bella told me “Yeah, they spend less in maintenance than you spend in swimming suits.”

I blushed and covered my peenie with my hands, as I sometimes do unconsciously when I’ve have forgotten for a moment about my nakedness and then I’m suddenly reminded. But I just dropped my hands again when I remembered how useless it is to hide when you are naked all the time in front of these girls. Really, it only draws more attention to it. Whatever I do, they are still going to end up seeing everything there is to see.

June chuckled and put her arm around my shoulders.

“I’ll let you know,” she told Bella, “Benji does have a swimming suit.”

“I would never have guessed,” Bella said, making June grin again.

“I just don’t allow him to wear it here,” June explained. “I think it makes the little ones feel better about being naked themselves, and sets a good example for them.”

“I wouldn’t allow you to wear it either, Benji,” Bella told me with a wink. Often, I'm not sure how much she is teasing me and how much she is speaking seriously. With her, usually it’s a little of both. “You’re too cute to be all wrapped up in a swimming suit. You don’t really need it in here anyway. It’s climate-controlled, and it’s not like you boys have the same modesty as us girls.”

I would have really liked to be allowed more modesty like a girl, but even saying it would feel embarrassing. Even more than it already is, I mean, being naked like this and having the girls discussing it. I mean, if you have to be naked in front of girls, and everyone is convinced that you have no reason to be ashamed because you are a boy, then if you try to act like that’s true, and like you really don’t mind, then that makes it a little bit easier than when you are acting really embarrassed and trying to hide even though you can’t.

“I guess it’s a bit different for boys,” I pretended to agree in a wise manner, although in reality I would have given almost anything to be able to hide my peenie instead of having it hanging out in front of the girls and everyone who cared to look.

“Yes, it really is,” Bella nodded thoughtfully. “I would never be able to be naked in front of people like you are.”

I blushed and nodded, while thinking that I wouldn’t be naked in front of people either, if I had my way! It’s not just the girls and the other people swimming who see me. It’s all the spectators on the stand, the brownie scout’s families and stuff. It’s embarrassing because the stand is really close and some of the girls’ relatives sit closer to our lane than to the girls’ lane. There always seem to be a supply of giggling sisters watching us, and we naked boys are a center of attention. Me, most of all, because I’m the oldest, and I’m usually the only naked boy out of the pool when the younger boys are swimming.

Sometimes I wish I was a girl, and then I wouldn’t have to be naked in front of people and stuff.

From 13-year-old Benji’s Diary:

Today, I got a spanking. Ollie caught me raiding the chocolate cupboard. She says I have too much of a sweet tooth, so I’m not allowed to eat chocolate unless she gives me permission, and she’s really stingy about giving permission for chocolate.

So I was unofficially helping myself to some of it (just a taste), when she caught me. She made a big fuss about it and then gave me a spanking. On my bare bottom, of course. Ollie always spanks bare bottom (sigh).

So when it was time to go to the swimming pool with the Boys’ Home kids, I suddenly realized that my bottom was still kind of red. I considered asking Ollie to let me stay home, but I realized she would say I cannot skip my responsibility. And, besides, I do want to help out.

But I didn’t want to be bare at the pool with everyone seeing my red bottom. I asked Ollie to write me a note asking June to let me wear my swimsuit today.

She snorted.

“I will do no such thing,” she said. “It’s June’s decision whether you are bare in the pool, and I’m not going to interfere. Besides, why the fuss? If your bottom is still a bit red... well, people know that boys get spanked. It’s not like they are going to be shocked. Some of the boys you monitor have red bottoms sometimes, don’t they?”

They do, but of course what Ollie doesn’t understand is that it’s more embarrassing for me, since I’m 13. A teenager!

“Let’s see that bottom of yours,” Ollie commanded.

So I had to show her my bare bottom (again), and she said it was still a bit reddish, but not to worry about it. “If someone asks, just tell them the truth. It’s not shameful or anything. It’s perfectly normal for a boy to be naughty sometimes and get his bottom smacked.”

When we got to the pool, before we got into the dressing room, one of the moms of the brownie scouts talked with June and told her that Bella hadn’t been able to come today, and would she please lend a hand?

“Of course we’ll help,” June nodded. “I’ll have Benji supervise the girls while I supervise the boys, and I’ll be nearby in case I need to lend a hand.”

When we went into the dressing room, I tried to get June to let me wear my swimming suit (I always put it in my bag hopefully, just in case), on the grounds that if I was going to supervise the girls it would be more appropriate for me to wear a swimsuit.

She looked at me as if I had sprouted a second head.

“Why wouldn’t it be appropriate for a boy to be naked in a swimming pool?” she asked. “Don’t be silly, Benji. You will be wearing your birthday suit just like always. I told you, didn’t I? I want you naked at all times in the pool area. No exceptions.”

“But June,” I whispered, trying not to have any of the kids overhear. “I got a spanking today, and my bottom it’s still red. It’s embarrassing.”

She just chuckled. “Well, if it’s embarrassing that should help you not be naughty next time, won’t it? Anyway, it’s no big deal. Who cares whether a boy’s bottom is red. Come on, buck up. I’m going to the girls’ dressing room to supervise the brownies. You look after the boys here while they undress... and make sure you undress too and are naked just like them when you come out, or you and I will have words.”

She is just like Ollie... sigh...

Anyway, so I had to do what she said. All the boys came out naked, including myself. June was waiting with the brownie scouts, all wearing their one-piece swimming suits. There was a lot of girlish giggling as they looked at us. Some of the boys tried to cover themselves, but June just scolded them “not to touch their little boy parts in public” as she took charge of them.

I was left to lead the brownie scout girls to their lane.

Of course, they noticed my red bottom right away. They surrounded me, all giggly.

“You got spanked Benji!” “Tell us what happened!”

I had to tell them that I had been spanked for eating chocolate without permission, which only caused more giggles and questions about who spanked me.

I tried to deviate their attention, telling them they needed to warm up for their swim.

As I was trying to get them to do so, one of the little girls came and slapped my bottom!

“Oww!” I said in surprise. Even from a 10-year-old girl, a slap on the bare bottom hurts!

“Naugthy Benji!” she playfully scolded me, waving her finger. “Naughty boys get spanked.”

The girls thought this was all great fun, and while I tried to lead them in warming-up exercises, one or other of them would sneak up behind me and give me an open-handed slap on my bare bottom.

My eyes were getting teary. It hurt, and I seemed to be unable to control these little girls.

Then one of the brownies, stepped up and faced the others.

“That’s enough, girls,” she said. “Benji is here doing us a favor, and we shouldn’t be mean to him. Now, start warming-up like he said.”

The other girls obeyed.

I learned later that this girl’s name was Hazel, and she was some kind of troop leader or something, among the brownies.

I was a bit embarrassed that I had needed help to control the girls, but was also grateful for the help. I thanked her.

“It’s OK, Benji,” she told me, with a confidence that I would want for myself. “Don’t hold it against the girls. When they get like this they are a handful, but they are just playing around, they don’t mean to be unkind. I’m sorry they slapped your bottom. That must hurt, when you already got spanked today.”

And, just like that, without any warning, she rubbed my bottom! She did it softly, like she wanted to rub the sting better. Much better that than getting it slapped, I guess, but it was embarrassing, and it caught me by surprise so I didn’t know how to react.

“Does it hurt?” she asked. “I always rub my big brother’s bottom when he gets spanked,” she explained.

I blushed, and finally stammered that it was OK, and that she should warm-up for her swim too.

She did that with a last pat on my bottom and a grin at me.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you out if the girls start getting out of control again,” she told me.

After that, the girls did their warming exercises and I got them into the pool. When I told them to swim a couple of laps, Hazel led them and I sighed with relief.

June approached me and grinned. “You seem to be handling that well,” she said. “I was watching you, but I didn’t want to intervene unless you really needed it, so that you can find your own legs.”

I explained that the girls were a bit of a handful, but that one of them had helped me.

“Yes, I saw,” she said. “That’s Hazel. I think she’s their troop leader. Seems to me like you can rely on her to help if the girls get out of hand. Well... I’ll be over there helping the boys. Just give me a call if you need help.”

One of the girls asked me permission to get out of the pool and go to the bathroom, which I gave.

When she came back, she stopped by my side and, without warning, she rubbed my bottom, just like Hazel had done!

“I’m sorry we were mean earlier,” the little girl said, still rubbing my bottom. “We shouldn’t have swatted you. We just meant it as a joke, you know. We all are thankful you’re helping us out... Oh, your bottom is still warm! Is it very sore?”

I blushed and, taking a step back, said that only a little bit. “Come on, get back in the water,” I encouraged her, and she did.

Can you believe it, the way these girls feel free to just rub my bottom as if they didn’t even need to ask permission! I mean, getting your bottom rubbed gently feels kind of nice, certainly much better than getting it slapped, but it’s still way too embarrassing!

The session mostly went well. I had to jump in to show a couple of the girls something they were doing wrong in their swimming technique, but mostly they were good swimmers.

When the girls got out of the pool I had them do their stretching exercises without a problem.

Afterwards, though, they surrounded me again, and I felt again little hands on my bottom.

“Don’t be scared, Benji,” Hazel told me. “They are not going to smack you. I told them it was not nice to do that to a boy who still has a sore bottom, and that they should instead rub you better, just like I do for my brother.”

The girls were surrounding me, and when I tried to step away, Hazel just grabbed my arm. “It’s OK, just let them,” the little girl told me, as if she had perfect right to order me around. “They need to see that they have to be gentle with a boy who’s been spanked.”

She gave me instructions so confidently that I had to stand there, while all the girls insisted on having a turn at rubbing my bottom. At least it was true that they were all gentle. They rubbed my bottom very intently, as if they were doing a delicate school chore, and they didn’t even pat my bottom, just rubbed it gently.

All that caressing to my bottom, however, had an unintended effect, and I got a stiffie! It caused a lot of girlish giggling again.

One girl touched my peenie, but Hazel told her not to do that. “Bella told me that Benji has a girlfriend,” she explained. “We don’t want to make her jealous, do we?”

The other girl obeyed and let go of my stiffie, but she consoled herself by giving my bottom another good rub.

“Just let them rub your bottom,” Hazel instructed me confidently. “It’s their way of saying sorry for before. Good boy. You are a good kid, Benji.”

As if I were the little kid instead of her!

But she was so take-charge that it was just difficult not to go along with her. Under her supervision, all the little girls had a turn rubbing my bottom. There were a lot of giggles and comments like “Oooh! It's warm!”

“Better jump in,” Hazel finally told me when all the girls had had their turn. “It will take care of that,” she advised, giving my stiffie a gentle flip with her finger.

Flushing deeply, I did as I was told. Fortunately, it did help, and I came out to a group of grinning girls who commented on how it was no longer hard.

At that point June stepped in, leading the boys, and she shepherded all of us towards the dressing rooms.

I was really relieved when I went inside, with only the other boys to see me naked, equally naked themselves. I took a hot shower and (finally!) got dressed.

As we were about to leave, some of the brownie girls and their mothers thanked me, and I blushed as I remembered how they had all seen me naked and with a stiffie. But everyone was kind and they thanked me without mentioning embarrassing stuff like that.

From 13-year-old Benji’s Diary:

Today we had another swimming pool session. Bella was there this time, and she thanked me for covering for her the previous day.

“Not that you get to cover much,” she grinned with a meaningful look at my naked boy-parts that had me rolling my eyes at the lame joke and blushing at the same time.

Girls!

(...)

At the end of the lesson, Bella told me, “Wait a minute, Benji! The girls want to give you something.”

The girls and their families surrounded me, and Hazel stepped up.

“We want to give you an honorary swimming instructor badge, for helping us the other day.”

Then she stopped for a moment, holding the badge, as if puzzled.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Bella asked. “Give it to him!”

“But… he is not wearing any clothes to pin it to!” Hazel said.

“He certainly isn’t wearing any clothes! You can hardly pin the badge to his birthday suit. Just hand it over to him, then,” Bella laughed, and everybody laughed along with her, while I blushed, suddenly reminded of my nudity.

Still, it was kind of nice of the girls.

What I didn't like so much is that one of them had a camera and took pictures of me receiving the badge. Then Hazel made me pose for another picture with her and another surrounded by all the girls. She told me it was for their brownie scout news sheet. I thought, great, now everybody receiving that news sheet will see me naked. But I didn't complain, because it would have been ungrateful, when they were trying to be nice.

From 13-year-old Benji’s Diary:

The next day, I thanked Bella for the badge thing, and she said everyone in the group liked me. “Although there were concerns from a couple of mothers about you giving the girls their swim lesson. They thought it may be immodest.”

I blushed. “Because I am naked. I told June she should let me wear a swimsuit.”

“Not, it’s not that. No one cared you were naked. It’s just that you had to hold some of the girls in the water while you showed them how to do the strokes properly, and they were wearing just their swimming suits.”

“But… but I… I was the one naked and the modesty they were worried about was the girls’?”

She laughed at my expression.

“Yep! Face it, Benji, no one thinks it’s a big deal when boys are naked!”

(The End)