Rosedale Junior High

Rosedale Junior High 1

Little English Boy

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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.

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It was a sunny Tuesday in April 1969, and at Rosedale Junior High in Upstate New York the main school day had just ended. Miss Leverson, the girls’ eighth grade swim team coach, was approaching the pool building for her girls’ after-school practice as Mr. Phillips, the boys’ eighth grade swim team coach, was leaving. She gave him her best smile.

“I’m so glad I caught you Mr. Phillips, as I needed to ask a favor of you.”

“Sure Miss Leverson, what is it?”

“I just got a call about the date for my operation. There was a last minute cancelation, so it was moved up to next Monday. With convalescence, I’ll be away for three weeks. It’s rather short notice, but I was hoping you would be able to take my team for their Tuesday after school practices while I’m away.”

“Sorry Miss Leverson, but I cannot make Tuesdays for the next four weeks. I have a 4.15 practice with Newbridge team on the far side of town as it is the regional finals coming up next month. In fact, I’m just off there now.”

He saw her face drop and offered an alternative.

“If Monday was OK, they could join my team at their practice.”

“Won’t your team mind?”

He looked puzzled.

“Why on earth should they mind? You’ve taken them quite a few times last year, as well as yesterday when you covered for me. They’ve never shown the slightest sign of being bothered swimming in front of you. Besides, they know your team as they’re in the eighth grade altogether. My team will be fine swimming with their classmates.”

Miss Leverson thought it was the ‘in the altogether’ bit which might be the issue, but Mr. Phillips knew his boys better than she did.

“Well, if you’re sure Mr. Phillips. I’ll tell my team it’ll be Monday for practice over the next three weeks.”

“I expect you have all those modern fancy ideas and mollycoddle your team. I wish to make it abundantly clear that I’m not changing my regime for anyone, and they’ll be practicing exactly the same as my team.”

Surely, he didn’t mean what she thought he might be meaning, so Miss Leverson sought clarification.

“I hope it will be OK for my team to keep their swimwear on at practice.”

Mr. Phillips was definitely old school and had very different views. The sole purpose of a coach is to get their team to win, and every coach knows you have less water resistance when unencumbered with swimwear. Apparently, this young teacher still wet behind her ears did not.

“Look Miss Leverson, every coach knows…”

She was shocked he was starting to argue on this point.

“Mr. Phillips! I insist my team practice in swimwear. Their modesty must be protected.”

“Oh well, if you are going to insist…”

“I most certainly am Mr. Phillips.”

“OK, OK, but I’ll make no other concessions. If they are at my practice, they will obey my rules and answer my questions instantly. I expect them to give 110% every second of practice, or it’s the same consequences as my team.”

“But Mr. Phillips, my team can’t possibly be disciplined as if they are naughty boys!”

He had conceded one issue already, and this young woman needed to know exactly where he stood.

“I was engaged some 40 years back to teach boys here at Rosedale. If your team joins mine, I’m not having half my class being treated differently. Every pupil who slacks, mucks about, or doesn’t instantly do as they are told gets my brand of encouragement with that old worn slipper hanging beside the pool. Those are just the circumstances for which the school provides it, and in my view it’s a waste not to use it. It’s my way or the highway Miss Leverson.”

She was appalled at the attitude of this relic of a bygone era, but knew she really had little option.

“Alright Mr. Phillips. I’ll tell them what you expect, and not to mess about during practice. I’m sure they’ll be fine.”

After bidding him goodbye, she entered the building to get changed into the red one-piece costume she always wore. As she went into the pool area, there were the ten girls of her eighth grade team all chatting away on the benches in their bikinis. She was a modern girl and knew how much the girls hated the shapeless costumes the school provided, so was happy for them to come to after school practice in their own preferred swimwear. She gave them a smile.

“Good afternoon girls. There are some changes coming up, as my operation date has been brought forward to Monday. With convalescence, I will not be here for the next three practices. I’ve just spoken to Mr. Phillips, and he has agreed to take your practice while I’m away. He cannot make Tuesdays as he has to teach the boys at Newbridge after school, but he is happy for you to join his team at their after school practice on Monday. I hope you won’t mind being seen in your bikinis by your boy classmates, but it is just for three weeks. Are you sure you are all OK with that?”

School rules had girls excluded from the pool whilst boys were swimming, and they’d heard a rumor about why that was. Miss Leverson was surprised to receive their instant agreement, but thought they needed to know more.

“There is one thing girls. Mr. Phillips has made it clear that he is not changing his practice regime one little bit just because you are there, so you will be subject to the same requirements as his team during the lesson.”

As the girls had heard it, that rumor said the exclusion was because boys were required to swim naked in the school pool. Miss Leverson saw her girls’ faces suddenly look worried. They knew their classmates wore trunks at public meets, so the rumor might not be true, but were now considering the consequences if it was, and Mr. Phillips was going to require them to swim the same way. It was Felicity Bowden, their team captain, who spoke for them all.

“Err… We heard… err… a rumor about the boys… err… and in particular… err… what they wore in the pool. Err… We will not be required to… err… swim like them… err… will we Miss Leverson?”

Miss Leverson’s mind spun back to that day eleven years ago when she was their age and first found out how boys swum. She’d been assigned to the office to help Miss Lebowski, the school secretary, and had been sent up to that old storeroom to fetch some paper down, when she heard boys’ voices. Seeing a window high up on the wall, she got a box. No one had ever bothered to clean the window, which was filthy, but it overlooked the pool and she thought she could make out a group of boys below. Wiping off a small circle of dirt, she saw it was her boy classmates chatting away as they awaited Mr. Bronski for their lesson. They were all naked!

Having no brothers, she was delighted at this sight but was puzzled that, although the boys were all the same age, their boy parts were so varied. Ricardo Amato’s was an olive color and dangled down almost five inches with what looked like a purple mushroom on the end. He had a wrinkly bag swinging below containing two big bean shaped things and thick black curly hair everywhere. John Large was most inaptly named as his small pink tube was little over an inch long with a tiny mushroom. His bag was barely noticeable, and he had no hair at all. It looked like cute blond hunk Dave Robertson had had some terrible accident. His pink four-incher had lost its mushroom as it had a long point of skin on the end. That bag dangled just like Richard’s but was covered in fine blond hair. The pool door started to open, and her friends rushed about with their bits swinging wildly from side to side as they lined up at attention. She saw it was Mr. Bronski and almost fell off the box when he came in. He wasn’t wearing anything either!

She remembered being so engrossed watching the scene playing out below that she never heard Miss Lebowski enter, and jumped out of her skin when a voice behind her asked what she was doing. She was sure some terrible fate was about to befall her and was struck dumb. Miss Lebowski just grinned and picked up another box to look through a second small circle that had clearly been made much earlier. They were both watching the boys’ lesson for some time and saw Ricardo Amato get a dozen spanks with an old slipper in front of the other boys for not paying attention, his five-incher recoiling with every whack. As the boys watched Ricardo get punished, she was surprised to see their boy parts begin to grow and soon stuck right up. Miss Lebowski then explained all about boys getting erections and told her that Dave had not had an accident but simply hadn’t been circumcised like her other boy classmates. Studying cute Dave’s erection, she could now see his purple end was peeping out of that skin. All too soon, Miss Lebowski said they had best get back, but trips to the storeroom became a regular feature of her time in the school office.

Miss Leverson had fairly recently qualified as a teacher, and her arrival at Rosedale two years earlier had been her first school. She occasionally took the boys’ team and had noticed they often got erections. This was particularly the case at the end of lesson talk as they stood at attention with hands at their sides and she gave several boys praise for doing something really well. Carlos Bianchi was an excellent swimmer, similar to Felicity, and when she first complimented him two years ago, she was astounded as she beheld a huge eight-incher rise up, particularly on a naked 11 year old boy. That gave her a tingle down below and she had to remind herself it really was just because of his swimming skills that she commended him after every subsequent lesson. She had indirectly discussed erections with her boyfriend and learnt that boys have never had any control over their penis. He said it was always doing its own thing at the pool and he found it best ignored. She thought that weird, but Carlos and the others always seemed to disregard their pulsing rods. When she took them yesterday, all but Joe Rice had completed puberty now. Her after-swim compliments were having the same, if more impressive, effect but all the boys acted as if they never even noticed it bobbing away. No doubt Mr. Phillips was right about his boys not being bothered having their girl classmates alongside at practice. She thought her team’s delight at seeing the boys in their normal pool attire could wait for them to discover next Monday.

“You girls shouldn’t listen to rumors. You will all turn up for practice next week in your usual swimwear.”

The girls breathed a sigh of relief. Their coach had not actually dismissed that rumor, and they gave each other a grin at the thought of finding out if the boys really did swim naked at practice. Their coach brought them up sharply.

“You’d better not have those grins next Monday. Mr. Phillips has told me you will obey all his rules and answer his questions immediately. Any failure will result in the same consequences his team receive. There will be no messing about in front of the boys. You must be 110% focused on swimming at all times, and instant obedience to all his commands will be your watchword.”

It was Felicity Bowden again.

“Err… What are those consequences Miss Leverson.”

She pointed to the hook above the benches, which the girls had long dismissed as irrelevant to them.

“That worn slipper is provided by the school for coaches to encourage slacking students. I have taken the boys for swimming on several occasions and found them to be model students. I can think of no circumstances when I would ever need to use that slipper on one of the boys, but in Mr. Phillips’ view, any inattention, clowning around, failure to answer his questions or obey his rules instantly, will result in bottoms being turned very red and very sore.”

Felicity was shocked.

“But Miss Leverson, only boys get spanked. We’re girls and can’t possibly receive sore red bottoms.”

Miss Leverson gave a shrug as she replied to her pupil.

“That’s basically what I said Felicity, but Mr. Phillips was adamant. Just act as you always do with me, and I’m sure you’ll all be fine. Now let’s get on with the practice.”

Felicity looked up at the hook and wondered what it would be like to wield that old slipper on her boy classmates’ bottoms, especially if they really do swim naked. She began to feel a hot flush in her kitty and, as she dived in with the other girls, she was glad to get the cool water flowing between her legs.

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The following Monday after school, Carlos Bianchi had just placed his underwear on the hook and was ready for team practice. His best friend Jim Bright was alongside him and all set for swimming. He turned to Carlos.

“Good job it’s back to Mr. Phillips. Last week’s practice with Miss Leverson was weird. Sure, she’s sometimes taught us since joining Rosedale, but, apart from Joe, we’ve all matured now. I know our unwritten rule is never to act as if we’re stark naked, but last week just didn’t feel right, especially after she praised my technique.”

Carlos looked down at his floppy olive-skinned thick five-incher, then at his mate’s pink sparsely hairy three-incher.

“It’s all right for you Jim, but I’ve been mature for a couple of years now. Miss Leverson has always complimented me after every practice, and it’s almost like she wanted to see my boner.”

Jim chuckled.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if she did Carlos. You have to admit that’s a mighty impressive dick you’ve got.”

Jim received a big grin from his best friend as he continued.

“When Mr. Phillips commended your swimming ability at our very first practice here and we all saw your enormous stiff dick, we were stunned. The rest of us were still bald little boys then with boners smaller than our pinkie finger. I’m happy with mine now as it’s about average for our class. Come on Carlos, let’s get out there for the practice.”

Carlos and Jim were chatting away as they awaited Mr. Phillips. On hearing the side door open, they turned towards it. The two boys were shocked to see Felicity Bowden leading her team out, all wearing very revealing bikinis.

“Hi Carlos, hi Jim. Miss Leverson is away for three weeks, and Mr. Phillips agreed we could join your swim practice.”

Felicity giggled as the rest of the boys came out.

“Us girls heard a rumor about how you swim at practice, and we were just saying we don’t see enough of you boys.”

Jim, Carlos and the others were really struggling to comply with that unwritten rule, but Joe immediately broke ranks on seeing the girls, and his hands went straight between his legs. As the girls eagerly feasted their eyes on their naked boy classmates, Mr. Phillips entered. Joe screeched as his bare bottom felt that worn slipper crash into it.

“We’re here for swimming Rice, so stop playing with it. Get those hands at the side.”

No boy dared to disobey Mr. Phillips, and poor Joe’s face went the color of his bottom as his hands snapped to it.

“All line up at attention.”

The boys instantly complied, but the girls dithered. Mr. Phillips decided an example needed to be set and now! He shoved that slipper hard into Felicity’s belly button, which took her breath away.

“Ooofff…”

“What’s your name?”

Miss Leverson had said responses to Mr. Phillips had to be immediate, so she quickly caught her breath.

“Err… Felicity Bowden, our team captain, Mr. Phillips.”

She yelped as that slipper came down hard on her bikini clad left cheek.

“Oooooowwwwww!”

He switched to his sports master’s roar

“ARE YOU BLIND BOWDEN? YOU CAN SEE I’M A MALE, AND YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW THAT MALE TEACHERS ARE ALWAYS ADDRESSED AS SIR!”

Felicity had never been referred to as ‘Bowden’ before, but she was certainly not blind and had most definitely seen he was a male, and even more impressive than Carlos. She tried to sooth the fierce pain in her rear as she apologized.

“I’m really very sorry sir.”

Her other cheek felt that rubber sole come down even harder.

“Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww!”

“ARE YOU A WIMP BOWDEN? IN MY CLASS, PUNISHMENT IS TAKEN LIKE A MAN, SO STOP ALL THAT SILLY CHILDISH RUBBING.”

This young woman had no option but to take it like a man and let her butt cheeks burn. Mr. Phillips glared at the girls.

“WHAT ARE YOU ALL WAITING FOR!”

The shocked girls rushed to line up at attention. Carol Brown was slower than the others and shrieked as her butt went up in flames. Mr. Phillips tapped the slipper on his palm as he silently walked up and down the line reviewing Miss Leverson’s team now all rigidly at attention. He noticed one of them look down then try to stifle a giggle.

“WHAT’S YOUR NAME?”

The girl gulped to be caught looking at his monster swinging about but knew her answer had to be instant and polite.

“Ruth Bignell sir.”

She squealed as her right ear was grabbed and yanked forward so she had to follow. Now well away from the line of all her classmates, she was spun round, then her ear was tugged right down, forcing her to bend over. Momentarily, she felt a gentle breeze waft over her rear. Before she could react, something not at all gentle slammed down.

“YOU - WHACK - WILL - WHACK - KEEP - WHACK - YOUR - WHACK - EYES - WHACK – FRONT - WHACK!”

He had let go of her ear, but Ruth stayed down not sure what to do. Mr. Phillips waited a good while before roaring.

“GET UP BIGNELL AND BACK IN LINE!”

Ruth instantly sniveled her faltering response.

“Y…y…yes… s…s…sir.”

Apart from the spanking, Ruth felt totally humiliated when she realized the view she had just presented to her boy classmates over the last minute or two. She dared not look at any of them as she swiftly pulled her bikini bottom back up and shot into line. Ruth had learnt enough in the last few minutes to snap to attention and leave the tears to flow down as her bottom, now at least covered up, was in flames. All the girls’ eyes were now fixed on the wall opposite, so did not see the boys all sported boners at witnessing Ruth’s punishment, although Joe had little to see anyway. Mr. Phillips always ignored such things. They’re boys, and boys frequently get erections, so it was no big deal. He knew making a few examples in the first minutes always brought newcomers to realize that he expected instant obedience and proper respect. Enough time had been wasted he thought, so he barked out his first orders to his class.

“IN THE WATER AND GET GOING WITH LENGTHS TO WARM UP.”

All the girls now knew Miss Leverson was right, as obedience in Mr. Phillips’ class had to be instant. Ten 13 year old bikini-clad girls and ten 13 year old naked boys hit the water as one. Felicity, Carol, and especially Ruth, were grateful to have cool water flowing over their so sore rears. Not having been spanked before, they’d had no idea of the pain and humiliation and wondered how the boys could cope. Carol and Ruth vowed never again to grin at a boy getting paddled in class. Felicity however, dreamed of being the giver rather than the receiver, which made her pussy tingle.

The practice proceeded in absolute silence, only punctuated with Mr. Phillips’ roar followed by an immediate ‘Yes sir’ as the boy or girl sped up. The girls could only take the briefest of covert looks at the boys’ equipment, still afraid of that worn slipper Mr. Phillips tapped on his palm as he strode up and down alongside the pool. After what befell Ruth, no girl dared look at his monster, although they desperately wanted to. That dick of Carlos so impressed Felicity, but as he got out of the pool she was puzzled that it seemed to have shrunk, which was weird. Ruth was baffled too as she sneaked a peek at her cute classmate Rory Merton with that so refined English accent and his impeccable politeness to all the girls. His dangling sparsely hairy four-incher was different to the other boys as it had no purple mushroom on the end and came to a long point of skin. All the girls were surprised at the variety amongst the boys, especially Joe Rice who had no hair and a tiny pink dick which had shrunk to almost nothing as he got out of the water.

It was near the end of the practice when Mr. Phillips heard a telephone ring in the office and issued his order.

“All out of the pool and sit down alongside while I answer that.”

They quickly got out in total silence. He lightened up a fraction.

“You may talk but do it quietly.”

Felicity sat down between Carlos and Jim. She spoke to Carlos.

“We girls had heard a rumor you boys swam naked and are delighted to see it’s true, but why is that Carlos?”

“Err… They say it’s something to do with fibers from our trunks clogging the pool filters Felicity.”

Jim chipped in.

“We’re not sure if that actually is the case, since you girls are allowed to wear those costumes the school provides.”

She gave them a smile.

“We are girls, and our modesty must be protected. The school ones are terrible and shapeless, and we prefer these.”

As her hand swept down to emphasize her bikini-clad body, Carlos took the opportunity to admire his fellow captain.

“Err… You look fabulous Felicity, and seeing that bare oval belly button is just so… err… err…”

As he struggled for the right word, she giggled and helped him out.

“Cute… stimulating… erotic… sensual… sexy perhaps… Were any of those the ones you were searching for Carlos?”

He grinned.

“All of them, and many, many more.”

Jim chuckled.

“I’ll second that Felicity.”

She noticed their dicks were growing and was amazed as they went full mast. Carlos’ dick was huge compared to Jim.

“What’s happened?”

Carlos shrugged.

“It’s only a boner. A guy’s dick does that from time to time.”

“Why is yours so much smaller Jim.”

He was comfortable in his own skin.

“It’s the lottery of puberty Felicity. Carlos was dealt that impressive dick, but I’m happy with mine as it’s about average for a 13 year old boy. Joe is late starting puberty, so he has not grown any hair yet and his dick is only a little bigger than when he was born. He’ll get there soon and might even be larger than me in a year or so.”

Jim looked around. Felicity felt her cheeks flush as Jim then deliberately stared at her bikini top.

“You girls are just as varied Felicity. I can see Ruth has bigger boobs than you, and so does Carol.”

She knew Carol’s secret, but so wished her small cones were like Ruth’s.

“Err… You may be right Jim, but… err… I can’t say I’ve ever really noticed before.”

Felicity was intrigued by that bobbing monster in full view.

“Err… May I… err… touch it… err… Carlos.”

“Sure Felicity. Be my guest.”

Felicity reached across and felt her very first dick.

“It’s really hard Carlos, but soft too. I wasn’t expecting it to be so warm. This mushroom shaped bit has the smoothest skin ever. Can I touch your stiff dick too Jim.”

“No bother Felicity. It’s only about 4½ inches long and nothing like as big as Carlos…”

He grinned at Felicity.

“…but it fits in the hand much better.”

She giggled as her other hand slipped down to find it really was a perfect fit.

“My fingers don’t touch when I have hold of Carlos, but I can grip right around your dick.”

She let go of Carlos to reach down and feel Jim’s sac.

“What are these Jim?”

“Be careful with those. A guy’s balls are very sensitive.”

“Sorry Jim. I’ll be gentle.”

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Meanwhile, Carol Brown found herself sitting next to Joe Rice, who went red as he saw where her eyes were focused.

“Hi Joe, you look cute with that bald little dick between your legs. It looks just like my cousin Howard when I get to help my aunt bath him and his twin sister. He’s six now and Aunt Penny has me bath Howard while she does Holly.”

“Err… That’s… err… nice… err… Carol.”

“I guess you’ve not yet gone through puberty like the other boys.”

He was shocked at this girl asking such a personal question, even though the answer was plain to all.

“Err… err… err…”

“Howard’s dick always goes stiff when I handle it, which looks even cuter. Does your dick do that?”

“Err… err… err…”

Although Joe went scarlet, he was very surprised how really great it felt as this girl found out for herself.

“There Joe, doesn’t your bald little dick look so much cuter now it’s gone stiff.”

“Err… err… err…”

As she played with his so cute stiff dick, Carol saw Joe’s goofy grin, just like her cousin. Squeezing his micro-boner, it pulsed back too. She gave Joe’s scarlet cheek a sweet kiss, and, also like Howard’s, his dick went rigid.

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Not entirely by accident, Ruth Bignell found herself sitting on the solid wooden bench next to Rory Merton. He noticed this so pretty American girl wince as she sat down but politely ignored it as he gave her a smile.

“Good afternoon Miss Bignell. I trust you are well?”

“Apart from a very sore butt, I’m fine Rory.”

He’d hoped to avoid any mention of Ruth’s humiliation when her bottom got spanked bare in front of her classmates.

“Ah, yes… err… that. Err… err… Mr. Phillips is rather a demon… err… with the… err… slipper.”

She would not let it drop.

“I’ve never been spanked before Rory, but you boys get it all the time. How do you cope?”

He would prefer not to discuss such a thing, but she was a girl who asked a question and he felt duty bound to explain.

“Err… As you know, I’m from England. In a UK secondary school, punishment is with a short thin rattan cane which really concentrates the power in a tiny area, leading to more pain. In comparison, the wide sole of a slipper spreads out the intensity so it seems little more than a tap to me. Some not very bright English boys used to try and hide an exercise book in their trousers, or pants as you Americans say, in order to cushion the blow from the cane. Not only was the book plainly obvious as they bent over, when it just got removed, but the stupid boy then got double the strokes for trying to fool the master. I’ve found it’s far better just to grin and bear it.”

He gave this so pretty American girl his best smile.

“Not that there’s any place for a boy to hide an exercise book in a US swim class, is there Miss Bignell?”

Ruth giggled.

“So I noticed Rory. I’m so pleased to see that rumor about how you boys swam was true. Some of us girls have brothers, but I’ve only got sisters and have never seen a naked boy before. Don’t you mind being naked?”

“We never swim like this in the UK, but I’ve been here two years and find it just so natural to swim this way. I really prefer it now and when they make us wear trunks at meets because girls are present, that’s what seems weird to me.”

Rory noticed she began to blush.

“Err… Your dick… err… looks… err… different… err… to the other boys. Err… Why is that?”

“It was only when I came to the US that I realised penises could be different. I spoke to my mother, and she told me that in the UK, a boy’s penis is invariably left as God intended, but US parents prefer to have the doctor cut the foreskin right off the penis as soon as their baby son is born. They call it getting the penis circumcised Miss Bignell.”

Ruth was shocked to learn about this practice on baby boys, who were in no position to object.

“Why on earth would parents want to mutilate their baby boy at birth? It’s barbaric!”

“That’s what I said to my mother. Apparently, some religions require it, since all Jewish boys have to be circumcised, but otherwise she was as baffled as me. When I first came here and had to swim like this, I got a lot of questions from the boys, and I asked them why their foreskins got cut off. It seems the most common reason was because their father was, and he insisted it was done so their son would look the same as him. I thought that was a ridiculous reason, but after my first few weeks here and all the boys making fun of me, I asked my mother if I could get my penis done too so I didn’t stand out in the pool and in the showers. She wouldn’t hear of it, so I had to put up with the boys and their ribald comments each week. These have stopped now since they’ve got used to my ‘weird limey dick’ as they called it. Actually Miss Bignell, I’m glad my mother refused to get me circumcised. When I’m in the showers and pull my foreskin back to wash under there, it looks the same as all those Yankee penises anyway. I’m a proud English boy and, unlike the Yanks, am able to slide my foreskin forward so my natural penis confirms my proud Englishness.”

Ruth wanted to handle that ‘weird limey dick’ but was not sure how Rory would take it.

“Err… May I… err… err… touch it please Rory?”

Rory was unsure too, but any well brought up English boy would be instinctively polite to a girl and would always acquiesce to her request.

“Err… Of course you may Miss Bignell.”

Apart from his mother when she bathed him as a small boy, no female had ever held his penis before, but this felt rather nice. Then she slid his foreskin right back and he thought it was becoming even nicer. He considered what to do and came to a decision. He was an English boy who had just given his word to this so pretty American girl, and it would be most impolite to tell her to stop. Well, that’s what he kept saying to himself anyway.

Ruth had never felt anything like it as she held Rory’s silky soft dick. She began to explore and slid back all that loose skin to reveal his pink mushroom, confirming it was the same as the other boys. She noticed a small slit on the end.

“What’s this slit for?”

“Err… That’s where a boy’s urine comes out Miss Bignell.”

She smiled and nodded, then moved her hand forward and it became that ‘weird limey dick’ again. She found this fun and kept doing it. Then she realized something odd was happening as it seemed to be swelling. She quickly slid the skin back and let go.

“What’s happening to your dick? I hope I haven’t hurt it?”

“Err… No you haven’t Miss Bignell. A boy’s penis does that sometimes.”

As Ruth looked on, she was amazed to see it grow until it stuck right up, some six inches long, and that mushroom was peeping out of the end. It was twitching too.

“Wow, it’s huge, but why is your dick twitching?”

“Err… A boy’s penis becomes stiff as it swells up with blood. It is pulsing in time with my heartbeat Miss Bignell.”

“Does it hurt when it goes stiff?”

Rory thought Ruth was asking a lot of personal questions, but it would be rude for an English boy not to answer a girl.

“Err… Not at all Miss Bignell.”

This so pretty American girl reached out and gave it a squeeze.

“It’s really hard, but soft at the same time.”

Rory just smiled at her as she continued to play with his erection, then he recognized those familiar signs as it began to feel rather too nice, with a warm tingle all over. He was struggling, as his politeness meant he could not go back on his word and tell her to stop. Finally it was getting too close. Before he could speak, she pulled his foreskin right back tight. Ruth got the surprise of her 13 year old life as Rory gave out grunt after grunt. That now rigid dick in her hand kept pulsing as she saw a dozen squirts of thick white sticky stuff shot out of that small slit. As it collapsed, she let go.

“Wow Rory. I didn’t know a boy’s pee was thick, cloudy, and white. My pee is watery, clear, and yellow.”

Before he could correct her misunderstanding, Mr. Phillips came out. Ruth was petrified as he marched over.

“What’s that mess Merton?”

Mr. Phillips tapped that worn slipper on his palm.

“Have you been playing with it Merton?”

He glared at Ruth, who went red.

“… or did you get some help?”

He couldn’t possibly have this so pretty American girl implicated and immediately got up and snapped to attention.

“Certainly not sir. You know boys have no control over what our penis does sir. Mine not being circumcised is more sensitive than an American boy’s penis, and it just happened spontaneously while I was talking to Miss Bignell sir.”

Mr. Phillips wondered why this boy’s father never got his dick cut. All American dads would have had their son done. Teenage boys can sometimes ejaculate for no reason, and this English boy had always told the truth, so he let it drop.

“You damn limeys are a bunch of weirdos. Get a cloth and clean it up Merton.”

“Yes sir.”

As Rory rushed off, his bare bottom got Mr. Phillips’ standard form of encouragement.

“And be quick about it Merton.”

Rory barely acknowledged that worn slipper landing as he automatically sped up at his coach’s order.

“Yes sir.”

Mr. Phillips turned to the rest of his pupils.

“We’re going to have a set of individual races, pairing a member from each team. The loser gets some encouragement to put on more speed next time.”

He had been sizing up all his pupils during the practice and had worked out which ones were pretty evenly matched. Miss Leverson’s team would be so much quicker if they swam like his. It’s plain common sense that water flowing over fabric leads to more resistance, which might mean the difference between winning and losing. Every coach knows that. When the school made those new rules six years ago requiring a coach and his team to wear trunks at public swim meets if girls were present, it had been a particular irritation to him as their times were always slower. When he was their age just over fifty years ago, boys always swam naked at the local creek or pond alongside their sisters, girl cousins and any other girls who were around. Neither the boys nor the girls batted an eyelid then, since that was the natural order of things. He was pleased that, apart from Rice, all his team were having no bother being alongside Miss Leverson’s team. Remembering the day two years back when the principal brought that new coach into his poolside office for an introduction, the shock on her face was priceless as he got up from behind his desk to shake her hand. Afterwards, the principal came to see him and suggested he might wear trunks in future. He’d made it crystal clear that whilst he had, under protest, finally accepted those rules for public meets, this had been the coach’s uniform for all his time teaching boys, and he wasn’t going to change his ways around his domain just because the school chose to take on some young slip of a girl. He saw Merton was now back in line alongside Bignell. They were equally good swimmers, but he would start with the captains to set an example. He got a stool and sat down.

“OK Bianchi and Bowden, you’re up first. Two lengths, and the one who comes second gets some encouragement.”

To ensure Bowden understood, he slapped the slipper loudly on his hand. Felicity flinched. He gave his order.

“Go!”

The two captains hit the water together and sped to the far end. Felicity’s turn was slightly faster, and she surfaced a few inches ahead. She gave it her all, but Carlos touched a fraction of a second before her. She got out knowing what awaited her as they both went over to the coach, who was surprised Bowden had done really well and come so close to beating his star pupil. He thought how to improve Bowden, but encouragement was needed first.

“Get over my lap Bowden to receive your encouragement.”

“Yes sir.”

Felicity knew she could not avoid the spanking and instantly obeyed but took in a good eyeful of the coach’s monster as she got over his lap. Her face flushed crimson as her bikini bottom was pushed down to fall around her ankles. Mr. Phillips grabbed the back of the neck to keep Bowden in place. A shriek rang out as the first landed and he held the back of the neck tighter as Bowden squiggled about in a futile attempt to avoid his slipper. Finally, it was over.

“Get up Bowden.”

As she began to rise, Felicity went to pull her bikini bottom up.

“AT ATTENTION BOWDEN, HANDS AT THE SIDE!”

Felicity was appalled at the view she was giving her boy classmates as her body snapped up to attention. She felt the two upper strings of her bikini slide down and realized her wriggling about must have undone the bow. Then, that bikini top flopped forward to show even more. Her hands automatically began to move to cover her newly developed small cones, only to be stopped dead in their tracks.

“STAND STILL BOWDEN!”

Felicity froze with her all on full display, then she received her orders.

“You will now thank me for encouraging you and promise me you will swim better in future.”

She wanted to get this over as soon as possible, and quickly did as she was told.

“Thank you for encouraging me sir, and I promise to swim better in future sir.”

Despite her extreme humiliation at giving her boy classmates a complete eyeful of everything she possessed, Felicity had learnt enough this afternoon not to move until she was told. The coach had not finished yet.

“Bowden, all coaches know that water resistance is lower when flowing over bare skin rather than fabric, leading to an improved swim time. You very nearly beat Bianchi, who is our best swimmer. If you swam the same as him, the lower drag would give you that fraction of a second needed to win. Perhaps you would like to give Bianchi a rematch now?”

He had spoken as if this was a request, but Felicity knew it was an order. His orders were not to be delayed, and she lost no time making her decision. In fact, it wasn’t really that difficult. Over the last few minutes, the boys had already seen everything she had, so nothing worse could happen, and a coach’s job was to produce winners after all, as no one remembers who came second. Coach’s suggestion was at least worth a try. Felicity bent down to take off that bikini bottom around her ankles, then she stood up to reach behind for that final bow and remove the now pointless strip of fabric. Mr. Phillips was holding out his hand, so she passed her bikini over, then instantly returned to attention.

“Thank you sir. I’m ready for that rematch now sir.”

As Bowden stood before him, Mr. Phillips saw just another 13 year old who needed coaching. A somewhat different boy to his team, with the smallest pink erection he’d ever seen peeping out from the blond hair down below and it looked like the balls hadn’t dropped yet. Up top, the chest stuck out a little bit more, and two brownish circles with larger nipples in the center pointed at him, but basically this was just another boy whose swimming could be improved with all his skills as a coach. He gave Bowden a nod, who turned to the pool edge and got ready for the replay. Felicity saw Carlos was ready too, with his twitching monster sticking right out. The coach set them off.

“Go!”

Felicity got off to a better start as Carlos was still stunned by the sight of his first ever naked girl. She realized coach was right as she sensed her movement through the water was easier. He was having more trouble as his dick wasn’t streamlined between his legs as usual but rigidly pointed down like a rudder. He was now behind her and kept getting a fleeting view of that pussy as she kicked her legs, making his boner swell even more and the drag increase further. He had to do something to close the gap and went for his fastest turn. It was his best one ever, until his rod scraped the floor of the shallow end as he spun. He pushed through the pain, but those glimpses of her slit meant she was able to touch the pool edge a good three seconds ahead of him. As Felicity got out, Mr. Phillips actually gave her a smile!

“A very good turn of speed Bowden. See what a difference swimming like that makes.”

“Yes sir. Thank you very much for your advice sir.”

Mr. Phillips saw Bowden had that huge smile of a winner, and he was always delighted when a student recognized his skills. He noticed Bowden’s nipples stuck out even more now, but was surprised to see that, despite two lengths in the cold pool water, Bianchi still had that erection which now had a weeping graze all along the underside. He got off his stool and motioned that somewhat different boy to sit. Carlos was shocked as the coach handed her that worn slipper.

“I think our former best swimmer would improve faster if the new best swimmer gave out the encouragement.”

Felicity’s dream of being the giver rather than the receiver was coming true, and her pussy was now on fire. Holding that weapon of ultimate power, her most commanding voice gave Bianchi his orders.

“Get over my lap Bianchi to receive your encouragement.”

Carlos had never been second before, but he knew there was no option other than to accept this ultimate humiliation, and from a girl too. As he started to bend over, he looked down and saw Felicity open her legs wide. His eyes took in that glistening pink interior with a cone at the top looking like a miniature boner. There were two puckered holes, a smaller one above the slightly open larger one that seemed to be leaking. Then she grabbed his rigid monster and pulled it down between those so smooth legs. As her two warm thighs wrapped around it, he nearly came there and then. He felt her put a hand on the back of his neck to hold him still, then she let fly. Carlos gritted his teeth as he felt the pain. His rear recoiled as the slipper rose for the next spank, causing his dick to rub against those soft thighs and coarse blond hair. This led to anything but pain in the front. After the third recoil, it happened. His dick went rock hard as the power of that slipper rammed it down between her legs. As the pleasure overcame that pain he emitted a long grunt. He felt it spasm as jet after jet flooded onto the floor below. Felicity spasmed too as she got that familiar wet warm feeling between her legs, increasing with every spank. She was puzzled by that same sensation coming from her left heel. Finally, she stopped to survey her handiwork on his now red butt. Satisfied, she ordered him up.

“Get up Bianchi.”

As Carlos rose, he went scarlet to see a large pool of his ejaculate on the floor between her legs which had spread over her left heel. That pool was briefly connected to his now floppy five-incher by a thin white string. It quickly snapped, the lower half vanishing into the pool, with the upper half springing back to form a white drop on the end. He was puzzled to see his dick and pubes were all wet. Had she peed? Where does a girl pee from anyway? Felicity looked down. She’d already been told by Carlos and Jim that slit on the end was where their pee came out, and she’d seen Rory shoot that thick cloudy white boy pee out of his slit earlier. Mr. Phillips had accepted it could happen to any boy and didn’t seem unduly upset. Then she noticed it was on her left heel. She raised her leg and gave him her orders.

“Clean that off Bianchi!”

Carlos saw that slit open up to reveal her pinkness again but knew her orders had to be obeyed. He held her so dainty foot, but he had nothing to clean it with, then some primeval urge took over. Felicity was surprised when his tongue licked all over her foot to get it clean, but the encouragement was not yet over for the boy who came second. As the girl who had won brought down her now spotless foot, he heard that commanding voice.

“Leave your mess for the moment. Do you have something to say to me Bianchi?”

He remembered this girl getting a whack from Mr. Phillips for failing to address him properly. He looked at Felicity and could see every square inch of her fabulous body was that of a female, and he knew how to address her.

“Thank you for encouraging me miss, and I promise to swim better in future miss.”

As she watched it begin to rise, Felicity liked this boy calling her miss as that reinforced his now subordinate role.

“OK Bianchi, you can get a cloth and clean the rest of your mess up now.”

She pointed at his now so stiff dick.

“You’d better clean that too Bianchi and put a dressing on it as you’re bleeding.”

“Yes miss.”

As he went to rush off, Carlos got more encouragement from the girl who had won.

“And be quick about it Bianchi.”

Carlos couldn’t suppress the yelp as she powered that worn slipper into his already sore red butt to speed up the boy who came second.

“Oooooooooowwwwww! Yes miss.”

Mr. Phillips was impressed with how Bowden had handled Bianchi, exhibiting a veritable masterclass of authority, power, and complete domination. Bowden was a fine future coach in the making. His 40 years of coaching had also recognized her latent ability that he could nurture to get her swimming faster, at state or even national level.

“Very well done Bowden.”

Felicity felt ten foot tall at getting such praise from Mr. Phillips.

“Thank you very much sir.”

He imposed his will, but with a slight smile this time.

“Get back in line Bowden.”

She had no problem accepting coach’s absolute authority poolside.

“Yes sir.”

She snapped to it and was soon back at attention with hands by her side.

“Let’s get on with the races.”

His eyes alighted on the next pair.

“OK Merton and Bignell, you’re up.”

Ruth looked across to her naked captain standing at attention, who gave her a slight nod. Oh well, in for a dime, in for a dollar she thought and reached behind to undo her bows, then dropped her top on the bench. As her bikini bottom came down, Rory was in two minds. A polite boy should never stare at a girl, and especially not there! The mind of a completely normal pubescent 13 year old boy rapidly won out. Proudly erected like the flag on Iwo Jima, his stiffest ever English uncircumcised penis aimed at the heavens alongside those American circumcised ones.

When her captain stripped off he’d kept his eyes averted, but as he studied his first ever full frontal naked girl, he could not fathom out why he had not done so when this so pretty American girl removed her swimwear beside the pool. Rory felt somewhat better as she gave him that beautiful smile, confirming she was not bothered by his appalling rudeness at staring at her vulva and those truly fabulous breasts.

That completely normal mind got back to the race. He knew he couldn’t possibly let Miss Bignell get a spanking and surreptitiously decided to lose the race by just a small margin so Mr. Phillips did not become suspicious. He needn’t have bothered, as his ignorance of the drag implications caused by a boy part that was no longer streamlined between his legs lost it for him anyway. Rory really enjoyed feeling the warmth of this so pretty American girl as he lay over her naked lap, and her spanking made his bottom tingle in a most pleasurable way.

“Thank you for spanking me Miss Bignell, and I promise to swim better in future Miss Bignell.”

As Rory got up, Mr. Phillips dismissed them both as he moved on to the next pair. They returned to the line and stood at attention. Ruth saw Mr. Phillips was watching the next two swimmers race away and whispered to this cute limey.

“I think you can drop the Miss Bignell crap. In case you hadn’t noticed Rory, we’re both stark naked out here, and we should be sufficiently well acquainted by now that you can call me Ruth.”

“Oh gosh! Err… Yes Mi… err… Ruth.”

Mr. Phillips was still concentrating on Jim and Rebecca battling it out in the pool, so Ruth looked deep into Rory’s eyes and gave him a kiss right on his lips which set her pussy on fire. Rory was loving it, but saw the coach begin to turn and gave her a warning. They both snapped back at attention, his six-incher having already done so. As he felt a warm hand fondling his bottom, he gave out a squeak. Fortunately, the coach was otherwise occupied and never heard. Ruth whispered out of the corner of her mouth.

“You’ve really got the most cute butt Rory.”

“Err… Thanks… err… Ruth.”

Ruth knew how forward she was being as she made her pitch to this boy with the weird limey dick and the cutest butt.

“Do you fancy a coffee after practice Rory?”

His heart skipped a thousand beats at such an incredible offer from this so pretty American girl. She clarified further.

“Is 5.30 at Joe’s diner OK Rory? I’ll lose the other girls and see you there.”

His mind raced. Keep calm Rory, keep calm. He totally failed to cover his excitement as he went for a casual reply.

“That would be most pleasant Ruth.”

She saw Mr. Phillips was turning their way again, and snapped her eyes front so didn’t see Rory’s beaming face, but his voice told her everything. Rory never saw her face either as it transformed into a very satisfied smile.

**********

All the boys had had the same problem being alongside a girl swimming just like them, and there were soon nine red bottomed naked boys alongside nine naked girls. Mr. Phillips called forward the last pair.

“OK Rice and Brown you’re up now.”

Joe stood by the pool with his bald thin two-incher pointing at the sky. Carol was nervous, not at all sure about following her other classmates’ lead but didn’t want to feel a slipper across her butt either. Practice had been going rather well, and Mr. Phillips was feeling in a good mood. Carol was lucky to get his mildest form of encouragement.

“Hurry along Brown. Make your mind up.”

She really didn’t want the boys to see her body. Her butt still throbbed from Mr. Phillips’ earlier single spank, and it was that which finally convinced her she needed all the help she could get if she was not to receive even more. She undid the bows of her well-padded top and took it off, then her hands gripped the bikini bottom and slid it down. She went scarlet as all her boy classmates saw she hadn’t even started puberty yet, since her top half was identical to them, and her lower half was as smooth as Joe. That fully exposed thin dark slit disappearing between her legs was the only part of her body to confirm she wasn’t the boy her short-cropped hair style might suggest. The coach set them off.

“Go!”

Carol and Joe hit the water simultaneously. His bald thin two-incher was having virtually no effect on his swimming, and when he hit the far end, his speedy spin turn was never in any danger of that micro-boner grounding on the pool bottom. On the return leg, Carol saw Joe was right alongside and her butt gave a reminder to put on all speed. As he matched her stroke for stroke, Joe was certain he’d touched first as they awaited the coach’s decision.

“Dead heat. Go again.”

Joe was as determined as Carol to avoid a spanking and they both gave it their all. On the turn, Carol was a few inches ahead, which spurred Joe to summon up the very last of his reserves. Neither was sure who won until the coach spoke.

“Dead heat.”

Joe and Carol were both certain they couldn’t swim another stroke, as Mr. Phillips mulled over what to do. They were very thankful as he gave his final judgement.

“You’re clearly both equally matched so no point in another contest.”

Mr. Phillips was still feeling in a good mood at another successful practice, as he returned that well used slipper back above the benches. Joe and Carol were mighty relieved to see the coach’s painful tool of office put out of harm’s way. Smiling at these two 13 year old naked prepubescent kids, they both got a big hand as he sent them back in line.

“Oooooooooowwwwww!”

“Oooooooooowwwwww!”

Joe and Carol raced back to follow their classmates’ lead. Although Mr. Phillips knew it wasn’t strictly necessary, when all were at attention with hands by their sides, he decided his final order be roared out.

“AT EASE!”

He saw them snap to it as one. As he surveyed this neat line of twenty students, all with legs apart and hands behind their backs, he was very pleased to see this evening’s practice had molded Miss Leverson’s team of somewhat different boys in the same vein as his team with instant obedience. That was what any self-respecting coach would demand. He gave his closing words.

“OK boys, my motto is that it’s better to give than receive. Make sure you do better next time, and you’ll be on the giving end when my encouragement regime kicks in. Hit the showers and don’t be late for practice next week.”

He heard that familiar instant chorus of ‘We won’t sir’ from every student, as he watched nine red bare bottoms, plus one with his big red handprint across it, disappear through the door on the left, whilst nine pink bare bottoms, plus one with his big red handprint across it, went through the door on the right.

**********

The girls were in the showers excitedly chatting about all those fabulous naked boys, not quite believing they’d stripped off too. They laughed at the very visible effect this had on the boys, but their coach never seemed to notice. They agreed it had been worth it for the extra speed and Mr. Phillips getting them to spank the boys had been a bonus. Carol, however, was silent as she rubbed her sore butt. They were startled when the door only Miss Leverson used suddenly flew open. They snapped to attention with suds sliding down, as he marched in.

“No need to stop, as I just popped in to talk with Bowden.”

The girls returned to their shower, as he’d already seen everything they’d got. They saw his eyes focused on their team captain and were able, at last, to check out that massive hairy dick dangling down. Felicity had just started on her butt cheeks when coach entered and decided to keep her hands at the sides. Mr. Phillips saw Bowden stop.

“Don’t mind me Bowden. Carry on as you normally do, since you don’t want to be late home.”

Felicity was a completely normal pubescent 13 year old girl. Oh well she thought, he’s the coach and she had to do what the coach told her to do, so stepped back in the spray for the completely normal fun part of every girl’s shower.

“Err… OK sir.”

Her left hand rubbed vigorously on her rear to finish washing between her cheeks, then she pushed her index finger right in and swirled it round to clean her butt hole thoroughly. She sensed that feeling start to build deep inside.

“I just wanted to congratulate you on your excellent performance this afternoon Bowden.”

Following her mother’s advice about germs when cleaning her pussy, it was her right hand which soaped up her blond pubes. She couldn’t believe she was doing it whilst holding a conversation with coach, but this always felt so good.

“Err… I try to do my best sir.”

Felicity kept reminding herself she was just following coach’s orders as she did as she normally did and moved her legs wide apart then firmly rubbed her right hand all round to wash her pussy. It was even better than normal.

“I’ve been a coach for 40 years and all that experience tells me you have great potential Bowden.”

Separating her lower lips, she slipped two fingers in and begun to work up a lather there. This was fantastic.

“Th…thank you very much s…sir.”

“With my coaching, I could improve your swimming to put you in the running for the state team, or even national.”

The showering girls gave an audible gasp as they heard coach talking about the possibility of Felicity swimming for the USA! He looked across at the rest of Miss Leverson’s team of somewhat different boys as he heard their surprise and felt something begin to stir down below. He knew it was best ignored, just like when he was talking with his own team in the locker room, since thinking about it only made it worse. Felicity was still absorbing this amazing news as her fingers automatically sped up around her soaking wet pink button. She jerked and they slipped right in.

“Y…you th…think so s…sir?”

As coach discussed their captain’s future prospects, the girls were amazed to watch his thick pole rise.

“Indeed I do. I have a few friends in state and will speak to them. You have great things ahead of you Bowden.”

Felicity was so excited, and not only at this news. As the tingling spray hit all over, she was well past the point of no return. Her well lubricated finger slid over that so familiar rough patch once more and she came. She instantly pulled her finger out and, with superhuman effort, suppressed her usual vocal calls to her deity and gasped her response.

“Oh… oh… oh… R…r…really… oh… oh… s…s…sir!!!!”

He was delighted to see the same breathless excitement in Bowden as in all those other fine pupils he’d coached to state level over the last four decades. That look in their eyes always gave him a buzz. Developing young talent was what being a coach was all about. He was getting near to retirement and knew Bowden might well be his last.

“Absolutely Bowden. You’re going to have to work harder than you ever have before, and extra coaching sessions after school will be needed. I’ll get Bianchi to join us, so you have some competition. You OK with that?”

At the thought of regularly spanking Carlos, her pussy erupted as she came again. Felicity bit her lips, not daring to risk more than a nod. Mr. Phillips saw Bowden’s excitement and gave his newest protégé a smile.

“Excited are we? As soon as Miss Leverson gets back, I’ll have a word with her about setting up your regime.”

As he walked towards the door, his mind in full ignore mode regarding that throbbing nine-incher well out in front, he looked across at the rest of Miss Leverson’s team of somewhat different boys showering away and gave them a nod.

“See you all next Monday.”

(End of File)