Mrs. Whitaker 2

By Kernel

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Mrs. Whitaker Continued
Now Greg will have to train with the girls.
By Kernel

Matt and I discussed the swim team and we decided to continue on with the team. We rationalized that after our experience with Coach Karen as our instructor, nothing could be more embarrassing or humiliating for us. That shows how little we knew.

We went to the next practice and to our amazement Coach Bob was back from his hospital stay. Matt and I looked at each other and smiled as we were glad. No more coach Karen, however we knew we still might have to put up with Mrs. Whitaker again.

“Glad to see you back Coach” I said. “We all missed you.”

Boy was that an understatement. If coach only knew half of what happened. We all got undressed and ready for practice. Mrs. Whitaker wasn’t there and we had a really good practice. I was back on my game and my times were fast. After practice coach Bob called me into his office.

“Greg, I have reviewed your times at the meet and noticed that when you are naked in front of the girls, your performance suffers greatly. I think that you are far too modest when you are competing at the swim competition. After careful consideration and some discussions with Coach Karen, I have decided to have you attend some of the girls’ practices and train with Coach Karen and her team.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Coach was going to have me practice with the girls? What had I done to deserve this? I thought about it for a while and decided that it must be my performance that made the difference. I was shy in front of the girls. I wondered how Matt could be naked and not have it affect his performance. Maybe it was being naked in front of his sisters all the time. I didn’t have that experience and I was very shy in front of the girls.

Coach said, “You will start at the next practice which is on Wednesday. I have contacted Coach Karen and she will be expecting you. You will be swimming in the nude but the girls will be wearing their suits. You better get used to it.”

I swallowed hard and replied, “Okay, but is there any way that I could avoid this embarrassing situation? I really don’t want to swim naked in front of the girls’ team.”

I could barely get the words out of my mouth. I was so nervous. I could not imagine Wednesday at practice.

Coach replied, “There is no way around it Greg. You will have to train with the girls until you are over this modesty thing.”

Wednesday came and I couldn’t keep my mind on my classes. I thought about being naked in front of the girls. These were my classmates and also some of the older girls. I guess this was the only way for me to continue on the swim team that I loved so much.

Wednesday came and I was on the bus heading for the pool. It was the same as Tuesdays, except the girls were there instead of the guys. Coach Karen was on the bus and she was the first to greet me.

“Hi Greg. We are happy to see you coming to our practice.” Karen said as she winked at me.

Some of the girls on the bus were younger than I was and some were my age. Several were older and they were all looking at me.

I walked to the back of the bus with my swim bag. The girls were sitting in the front seats. I didn’t count, but I thought there were about 15 girls. The older girls were taller and bigger than the little girls. Some were wearing shorts and I could see they had nice legs. Then I caught myself. Why was I looking at their legs? They would be seeing me naked in just a few minutes. Was there anyway out of this? My mind was racing, but I couldn’t think of anything.

Coach Karen walked to the back of the bus and sat in the seat just ahead of me and turned back to face me.

“Greg, you will be swimming with my girls’ team. I will expect you to be on your best behavior. As part of our sex education class, these girls will be learning about boys and how they look. It will be part of their sex education class. I will be showing the girls your boy parts and explaining how they work. This should actually help you with your modesty and it will certainly help the girls understand about boys and how their bodies work.”

I had a hard time looking Karen in the eye. I was looking down and just listening to what she was saying.

“I want you to go to the boys’ locker room and get undressed. The door from the shower area to the pool is locked when the girls swim, so finish your shower and wait there and we will come to get you when we are ready. Do you understand what is expected of you?”

I stammered, “I think so. Will you embarrass me in front of the girls?”

“You will be naked in front of the girls. The only promise I can make to you is that if you behave, you will not be hurt during the swim, but you will have to do exactly as I say. You will be nude for our entire practice and sex education class.”

“Coach Bob didn’t say anything about a sex education class? Are you sure I have to do that too in addition to being naked for the class?”

“Well Greg, I added that as an extra for the girls. They have had their sex education training with the tapes and charts, but they have not actually seen a boy up close. That is where you will come in. As I said, I will expect you to be on your best behavior at all times.”

The bus had arrived at the pool while we were talking. The girls were off the bus and Coach Karen and I were the last to get off.

Coach said,”See you in the pool.”

I went to the boys’ locker room and sat on the bench looking at my locker. It was very quiet in the locker room as I was the only one there. I missed Matt and the other boys. I got undressed slowly thinking about the ordeal to come. Finally, I was naked and I went into the shower area. I took my towel with me. I wasn’t sure why, but I guess I just felt better having it along. Maybe I was like Charlie Brown. I showered and waited for the girls to come and get me. They didn’t come for quite a while. I tried the door, but it was locked from the outside like Coach Karen said. I thought to myself that the door was locked so the boys couldn’t get into the pool while the girls were swimming in their suits, but the girls could come in while the boys were swimming naked. How could this be fair? I wrapped my towel around my waist and sat down on the bench waiting for them to come and get me.

I was thinking about what was to come and how I got to this point. When I joined the swim team, I never expected to have to stand naked in front of the girls. They would be clothed, but I would be naked. I wondered if I would get an erection. That would be truly embarrassing. That had happened to me once before when I ran into Coach Karen in the boy’s locker room. I was so embarrassed and tried to cover myself, but I thought she saw me. I wasn’t sure. This time there would be no doubt. I would be naked right in front of the girls.

Suddenly the door opened and two of the larger girls on the team were standing there. I knew they were coming, but I was still startled by their arrival.

The larger of the two girls, Denise said,” I thought you were supposed to be naked.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. The two girls moved toward me and the two girls each grabbed one of my arms. I didn’t know I was going to be held prisoner by the girls. I thought I was just going to be in the team with them during practice.

The girls pushed me back against the shower wall and it was then I saw Denise had something in her right hand. She slipped it over my wrist and tightened it up. It was a plastic tie strap. It was looped thorough a second tie strap. The girls forced my arms behind my back and slid my other wrist into the second tie strap and pulled it tight. My wrists were now held tightly behind my back.

I didn’t expect this and said, “Hey, what are you doing?”

Denise responded, “Shut up Greg. You are now under my control.”

She reached under my towel and slipped something over my penis. She tightened it just behind my glans head. It wasn’t tight, but it would not slip off. Denise took a hold of the cord which was now attached around my dick.

There was a bead on the other end of the cord which Denise held in her hand.

Denise said, “Don’t try anything Greg or I will jerk the cord and hurt you.”

Denise was holding me like a dog on a leash only instead of around my neck, it was around my dick. The other girl Judy pushed me toward the door as Denise kept a light tug on the leash pulling me by my penis out the door and into the pool area. My towel covered me, but the cord ran up under the towel and held my dick out away from my body.

I wasn’t prepared for this. I thought I was just going to be on the girls practice squad. I didn’t know I was going to be like a prisoner. I walked out the door behind Denise my hands bound behind my back. She was leading me by my leash. She didn’t pull hard, but I could certainly feel the tug on my penis. Walking behind Denise, I could see her butt under her suit. She was very fit and her buttocks were well defined. She had great legs. The girls were wearing one piece suits but the leg openings were cut up high on their thigh revealing the entire leg. It was really very sexy. The top wasn’t low cut, but I noticed that some of the older girls were well developed and filled out their suits nicely.

The girls were lined up along the gallery wall on the far side of the pool. They were all wearing the standard issue swim suit. It was a generic suit but those thigh cutouts were very sexy. I thought to myself how all of the girls seemed to have very lovely legs. Young girls seem to all have nice legs and I enjoyed looking at them. I don’t know what I was thinking looking at their legs because I was soon to be naked in front of them. They would be seeing more than just my legs.

Coach Karen was standing off to the right of the girls and was wearing her two piece suit. Her breasts were magnificent. I had seen them before and they were great. Denise now released my leash and I could feel the bead on the cord banging against my knees. I didn’t look down, but I knew it was hanging below my towel. Denise next reached under my towel and removed the leash from around my penis. My penis was now free but I could feel I was semi-hard.

I said, “I thought I was just going to practice with the girls. What is with the hand restraints and the leash on my penis?”

Coach Karen replied, “I want the girls to see that boys can be controlled and they don’t have to do everything that a boy wants them to do.

Karen now displayed a small prod that she had in her hand that had two electrodes on the end.

“Do as you’re told and I won’t have to use this on you.”

Karen held up the prod and tripped the trigger. Blue arcs of light flashed across the tips and they made a crack that sounded like thunder.

“Now get up on the platform.”

I had not expected an electric shock prod. I stepped up on the platform and faced the girls. Karen had the prod in her hand as I stepped up on the platform. She held my arm to steady me. My knees were weak as I knew my towel was soon going to be removed exposing me to the girls. Karen told the girls to gather around me in a semi circle so they could all see me. Suddenly, Karen jerked the towel from around my waist and I was naked in front of the girls. My penis was semi erect and throbbing in rhythm with my heart which was pounding. I could feel my penis getting hard as it stood out from my stomach. I couldn’t help myself.

Karen suddenly touched the prod against my butt and pulled the trigger. Immediately a jolt of electricity went through my body and seemed to shoot down my legs and into my groin.

“Ouch!” I screamed.

“What do you mean ouch? I only have it set at the lowest setting.”
Lose the erection boy or I will use it again” Karen shouted.

I was shocked that she used the prod on me. It really hurt. My attention was now entirely on the prod which was in Karen’s hand. That was all I could think about. I didn’t want another hit from that thing.

“I will tell you when you can get hard. Get soft now or I will hit you again.”

All I could think about was that darn prod. I did get soft very quickly and lost my erection at Karen’s command. I didn’t want another shock from that thing. I couldn’t believe how humiliated I was in front of the girls. I was now on full display and Karen had this sheep prod which she had demonstrated she was more than willing to use on me.

“Look how large he is,” I could hear some of the girls saying.

There were some giggles as they whispered to each other. I looked down and could see that my penis was soft. At this point I had no desire to get hard. Normally I would have been hard in front of the girls I looked down at Karen’s suit and from my elevated position I could easily see the upper part of her breasts. They were very nice. Here I was naked in front of all these young girls looking down at Karen’s breasts and checking her out. What was I thinking? I was the one being checked out. Karen now started her sex class instruction. I kept one eye on the prod which Karen had in her hand.

“Girls, I want you to notice that Greg is circumcised. His foreskin was cut off before he reached puberty and makes for a much cleaner looking penis. Some of you may have noticed that a few boys on the swim team are not cut and they have a cover over the head of their penis. This is how boys are born but they have their foreskins trimmed off when they are babies. This makes their penis more attractive and they are easier to keep clean. Personally, I like the boys that are cut.”

Karen reached down and took my penis in her hand. She lifted it and showed off my balls.

“Girls, these are Greg’s testicles. They are enclosed in his scrotum also called his ball sack. His reproduction cells are produced in the testicles and delivered to his prostate where they are mixed with semen.”

During this explanation, Karen reached down and pulled my ball sack forward so all the girls could see it. I was terribly embarrassed and couldn’t look the girls in the eyes. I was however checking them out while all this was going on. Some of the younger girls had almost no breasts at all while others were nicely endowed. None were as large as Karen, but I thought they all had potential.

Karen next said, “Boys are normally soft and flaccid like Greg is now, but they can become excited at which time their penis will fill with blood and get larger causing it to stick straight out from their body. This is called being erect or having a boner or a woodie.”

With that, Karen reached down and stroked my penis just behind the head. Her hand then moved up and down my shaft.

“You can get hard now Greg.”

I could feel a warming sensation in my groin and my penis was becoming erect. I could see the girls were all looking at me as my penis started to swell. Karen knew exactly how to make me hard and her fingers flickered along the bottom of my penis in just the most sensitive areas. The girls were staring at me as I was now fully erect. My six inch penis was sticking straight out from my stomach.

“When a boy is hard, like Greg is now, he is ready to penetrate a girl like we talked about in class last week. When he gets hard, his penis is very sensitive, especially right under the head on the bottom side.”

With that Karen reached out and touched me right under my glans head. My penis jerked at her touch. The eyes of all the young girls were on my crotch and I was terribly embarrassed. I didn’t think I could be more humiliated until Karen spoke again.

“I want each of you to step forward and touch Greg’s penis so you know how it feels.”

They were going to touch my penis? How could this be happening? I was only supposed to be part of their swim class, not a specimen for explaining sex to the girls. The girls came forward one at a time. The first girl was younger than most of the others. She reached out with her index finger and poked my glans head right on the top.

“Gee he is really soft,” was her only comment.

When the next girl came forward, I was very surprised that it was Matt’s sister, Mary. I had not seen Mary standing behind the other girls. I didn’t want Mary to see my naked with a hard on.

“Hi Greg. Gee, you have a pretty penis. You are so hard and your penis is so smooth. My brother Matt’s penis is covered on the end by wrinkly skin and looks so bad. Your penis is just beautiful.”

With that said she reached out and grabbed hold of my penis squeezing it just a little. I could feel the blood leaving my penis as she gripped it tightly.

“I love looking at your penis Greg. You are so large when you are hard.”

I was so humiliated and embarrassed. I did not expect this to happen. Here I was with my hands locked behind my back, naked with a full blown erection in front of Karen and her entire swim team. This was the worst.

Karen now continued her sex education class for the girls.

“Remember last week when I told you how a boy’s penis works when he is excited? He will get more excited when he is stimulated and he will ultimately ejaculate which releases his semen. I am going to show you how this works.”

Excuse me, I thought. I will be the specimen for this demonstration? I never thought I would have to do this in front of the girls. How humiliating. I was totally embarrassed. Karen now put down the prod and put a latex glove on her right hand. She put some cream on the palm of the glove and rubbed it along the shaft of my penis. The lotion was cool and I could feel the contrast on my hot penis. I could feel myself getting harder. She knew exactly how to stimulate me. She would rub my entire length and then stop to concentrate on the underside of my penis just below the tip. The feeling was intense and my penis throbbed in rhythm with my heart.

“I don’t want you to thrust Greg. If you thrust, I will shock you with the prod.”

I couldn’t keep my mind on what was going on. I was looking out over the girls. Every one was concentrated on my penis and the pleasure being bestowed on me by Karen.

“I want you to tell me when you feel you are going to climax Greg.”

I could see that Karen had a small glass vile in her bare hand apparently ready to catch my semen. As Karen continued to rub my penis, my level of excitement continued to grow. I was extremely excited now and impulsively I began to thrust.

“I told you no thrusting. I don’t want you to hump my hand. I will control the stroking Greg. I don’t want you to thrust into my hand.”

I fought my urge to thrust and stopped thrusting my hips. The intensity of her stroking continued. Karen would stroke my penis and then stop before I came to the edge. At that point she would change and just flicker her fingers along the bottom of my penis. I looked out over the girls and found their eyes on me to be a real turn on. Karen’s breasts were jiggling under her suit in rhythm with her stroking on my dick. I was nearing the edge of a climax.

“I think I am ready now” I exclaimed to Karen.

She extended her left hand which held the vile and placed the opening of the vile over the glans of my penis. My glans was so large that it barely fit into the vile. She continued to stroke my penis from the base to the end. I was now ready and I began to ejaculate. First there was one squirt followed by a second which was the largest. The sensation I had was explosive. I looked down at Karen’s tits and I really wanted to touch them, but being handcuffed, I couldn’t. That was probably best because I would have been in trouble for doing that.

After about 5 really big squirts, my ejaculating was finally over and Karen removed the vile from my penis. My penis was very sensitive now and I was glad when Karen stopped stroking me.
Karen held up the vile which contained my semen and showed it to the girls.

“This is what is injected into a girl when a boy climaxes. Think about that before you consider having sex with a boy. There are consequences to having sex.”

The girls seemed to be very interested and surprised by the amount of semen in the vile. The vile was over half full and some of it was still dripping down my penis. Karen passed the vile around to the girls so they could look at it. She then took a tissue and wiped off my penis. I was no longer fully hard. I was very embarrassed as the girls looked at the vile and giggled at the thick liquid which just a second ago was in my ball sack. I could have died from embarrassment.

Karen finished wiping down my penis and I was once again flaccid and relaxed.

Karen said, “Step down off the platform.”

I stepped down and Karen cut the tie straps holding my hands. I immediately pulled my hands from behind my back and covered myself.

“What is the point in covering yourself now? We have already seen everything there is to see about you” Karen said.

She was right. They had all just seen everything I had and more.

The sex instruction had taken the rest of the time for the swim practice, so Karen excused the girls and said I could go to the boy’s showers. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist and headed for the showers. I showered and dried off returning to my locker to get dressed. I could not believe what had just happened to me. I had been naked in front of the girls in my class and had the coach rubbing my penis until I shot off my load. I never thought this would happen. I finished getting dressed and got back on the bus for the ride home. I once again sat in the back and the girls were in the front. I could hear whispers and some giggling as the girls would turn and look back at me from time to time. I was embarrassed and humiliated and looked down at the seat in front of me. The bus started out and we were going home.

Karen came back to the seat just in front of mine and faced toward me.

“I want to thank you for being so cooperative during the girls’ class. I apologize for having to use the prod on you, but I wanted the girls to see that they can control a boy and keep him from doing what all boys want to do to the girls.”

“That’s OK,” I responded. “I just didn’t know that you were going to do that to me.”

“It was important for the girls to see first hand what a boy is all about and how his body functions. They had seen the pictures and the videos, but first hand exposure answers questions that they may have had about your body. You did a nice job and I just wanted to thank you for your willingness to do it.”

I didn’t tell Karen that Coach Bob didn’t give me a choice in the matter. He had only told me that I had to do it to stay on the swim team.

Karen went on, “Greg, my mother, Mrs. Whitaker, is having a get together with some of her friends at her home next week. They are all art lovers and some of them enjoy sketching and painting young boys. Would you be willing to go over to her house and model for them?”

“I don’t know if I would or not. I have never done anything like that before.”

“They would pay you for your time. You have such a beautiful body and I am sure they would enjoy sketching you. You think about it and let me know next week. Like I said, they would be willing to make it worth your while.”

The bus had now returned to the school and I got off to go home. I had a lot to think about, but for now I was glad to be heading home with my experience behind me.

To be continued……..

(The End)