By Mr. S-K
Copyright 2024 by Mr. S-K, all rights reserved
[752 words]
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
view
such material, please leave now.
My name is Jack, and I was 9 years old when this happened. As most
kids from my town, I was forced by my parents to do a swimming course
during summer break. This was the norm, as our town had many beaches,
and parents always wanted their kids to learn how to swim.
As
for me, I was enlisted at Green Club’s swimming lessons. Green Club was
a small club, as it pretty much only had a pool, a patio, the dressing
rooms, and a small pitch for grass sports, like football.
My
class was early in the morning, so parents rarely showed up to watch
their kids swim. They would normally leave their kids there before
work, and the kids would all play together until the swim lesson time.
After that, the older ones would normally go home alone, and the
younger ones would keep playing in the patio until their parents
finished working and came to grab them.
In my class there were
kids from ages 4 to 13. The way it worked was as follows. We would
normally come from home wearing our swimsuits under the street clothes,
and a few minutes before class we would have to take off everything
except for the swimsuit. After that, we would line up at the patio, and
the teacher would have us warm up by doing some easy exercises, like
jumping or squatting. Then, we would form a line near the one open
shower they had by the pool to wash off our sweat or street dirtiness.
We would then practice swimming for about 45 minutes. After swimming,
we left the pool, formed another line near the open shower, rinsed the
chlorine off our bodies, and go to the patio or the dressing rooms to
get dry.
The older kids would normally go to the dressing
rooms, dry off with a towel, and then change into our street clothes.
The little kids, however, would normally just go to the patio and play
hide and seek, or some similar game, and get dry via the sun. Sometimes
we would join them in their games, it was fun.
Despite it not
being so normal, my mother decided to watch me swim this particular
day. She wanted to see how much I had already learned, and she told me
after that she would even take me for an ice cream. I loved the idea.
But my feelings for that would soon change. After swimming and rinsing,
she came to the patio with my towel. She said that, as we were leaving
early to get ice cream, she would help me get dry right there. I said
that was okay, but what she did next petrified me.
Right
there, in the patio, where all the little kids were starting to play,
she grabbed the sides of my swimsuit and pulled them down to my ankles.
Then she took them off my feet and started to dry me. I was mortified
of someone seeing my penis, as no one had seen me naked in the last two
years or so. Even worse, strangers were seeing all my glory. It was
horrible, but there was nothing I could do. I was trying to hide
myself, but when it was time to dry my arms, my mom made me raise them
in a T pose. For a minute or so, everyone there was able to see my bits.
The feeling only got worse when a little girl from my class, who was
playing with the other kids, noticed what my mother was doing. She ran
near me, and the other kids followed them. She then yelled “look, that
boy is naked!”, and when she saw my parts, she asked my mom “why does
his coochie look like that?”
Then my mom answered “he doesn’t
have a coochie, darling, he has a wiener. Boys have wiener, see?”, and
held my thing with her hands. The girls were enchanted by it, and kept
looking at it. I guess this girl had never seen a boy naked before, and
had her first anatomy lesson right there.
I guess it only
happened for a few seconds, but it felt like forever. After that, my
mom finished my arms, and I was able to hide my bits. But the
embarrassment was already there.
Soon enough I was dressed and
going to the market to get my ice cream, but for the next week my body
was the subject of the girls’ conversations.