Young Ms. Leadership Academy

Young Ms. Leadership Academy 4

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Young Ms. Leadership Academy
Part 4

Dear Diary,

I saw my first naked boys today. Most of the morning was spent in classes learning about male anatomy and physiology. The teacher was Dr. Spadifino! I guess this is what she does on her vacation too.

She had pictures of boys from infant to adult showing their penises – both cut and uncut and flaccid and erect. I didn’t know that even baby boys can have erections!

There were close-ups labeling all the parts. We had to learn the names: glans, frenulum, meatus, corona … Of course, we also learned the slang names for them too along with a lot of giggling.

A good portion of the class was spent on how boys get erections. It explained how various muscles tighten and restrict the blood flow out of the penis. This inflates the penis like a balloon and makes it hard. That’s HOW a penis gets hard

Dr. Spadifino also explained WHY penises get hard. I was surprised, Dear Diary, to learn it’s us girls that cause erections. The boys have almost no control over their own erections. When a boy sees a girl he likes, he gets an erection. It’s like us girls have invisible, magic fingers that can reach across a room, unzip the boy’s fly, take out his penis and make it hard.

Boys can get erections on their own, but they have to think about girls to get them. Wow!

Then we went on to learn all about ejaculations and how when a boy gets excited the Cowper gland makes a clear, viscous, slippery liquid called pre-cum. Besides the erection, it’s a sure sign a girl is making the boy excited.

If you stimulate the penis by rubbing the head (there are various ways of doing this including intercourse), then it causes other muscles to contract and expel the semen. This is the ejaculation or cum that gets women pregnant when shot into the vagina.

Dr. Spadifino also said that there were other ways to “express” cum from a boy and that what we would be seeing today would be normal ejaculations. She explained that ruined ejaculations and milking would be topics for lessons at another time.

We watched several boys ejaculate on the video and there were a couple of scenes where the cocks (giggle) came on their own without the guy touching it. These really showed how an ejaculation works.

Dr. Spadifino described how after boys cum they go flaccid again. She explained that boys need a recovery period before they can do it again but that for oversexed teenaged boys, this could be as short as 15 minutes but even at that, a boy can only cum so many times in a day. I didn’t know that, but it makes sense.

One girl asked, “How many times?” and Dr. Spadifino said that she had read about a case where a boy did it 10 times in one day, but that the last several times were virtually dry cums like little boys have. She was sure that it didn’t feel good for the boy either.

I wonder how she knew that.

These lessons brought us up to lunch time.

The boys served us lunch and it was the last time we saw them with clothes on unless they were involved in a special activity.

I’ll tell you more about that later diary. Hannah is waiting to use the computer, so I better let her. She’s a nice girl. I’m glad she’s in my cabin and I’m not just saying that because she’s reading this over my shoulder.

-=o=-

Dear Diary,

It’s raining at the moment so we have some extra time at the computer. That’s a good thing because I got a lot to tell you.

After lunch we got to put into practice what we learned this morning. First we had some free time and then went on a nature walk as the boys transformed the covered outdoor dining area into an exhibition area.

When we came back we found the tables had been moved towards the edge of the concrete. It formed sort a theater in the round with the open area in the middle as the stage.

Ms. Megan, the camp director, gathered the boys in the center assisted by some blue shirts and pink shirts. She gave us a welcoming speech and concluded it with, “and now you girls are in for a treat.”

Then music started and the boys danced. As they danced, they took off their clothes. Obviously, this was a well-rehearsed act in that the boys danced in a circle and twirled around so every girl got to see all the parts of every boy. Although they were wearing only shirts, shorts, underwear and shoes, it took them the whole song to get undressed while we girls hollered and cheered but at the end every one of them was completely naked – except for the shoes. At one point they all faced inwards and bent over and wiggled their cute tushies at us!

Most of the dance was slow and sensuous I guess to give the boys time to remove their clothes. At the end, when they were all naked, a different piece of music came on and it was fast and lively and the dancers responded with a dance that made their boy parts jiggle. It was really neat and it was funny. All us girls were cheering, catcalling and laughing so hard.

I’ve seen boys without clothes on before, but all this naked male flesh was making my insides tingle. I think it was because they did it specifically because a woman told them to do it. Nonetheless, when the music was over we all stood and applauded. One of the girls from another cabin, Carolyn, pulled her lips apart with her pinkies and let out an ear-shattering whistle. She said she had three older brothers and that’s one of the things they taught her.

As we sat down, I wondered if the other girls were as wet in the crotch as I was. I was glad for those extra panties mom made me pack.

Then the pink shirts and blue shirts took the boys to the group of us waiting girls. We were sitting in groups by cabin.

The senior and junior girls then quizzed us on what we learned this morning asking us to identify the parts of the boy’s anatomy using him as a model. During this Q&A session and the incidental but deliberate touching by our instructors, his penis became erect.

It was so cool. He was a cut boy and I estimate about 2-3 inches when flaccid, but when erect, he was 6 inches. I know that because one of the senior girls told us. All the boys are measured. Also he was 14 years old. His name was Jason, but we were to call him “Boy Jason.” He, of course, was to call us “Ms.” and our first name.

We got to the part about ejaculation and our head pink shirt girl, Debbie, simply nodded at him and told him to “do it.”

“It” involved wrapping his fist around the shaft of his penis and pulling the skin up and over the head and then pulling it back. I reminded me of a turtle sticking its head out and in of its shell except that the boy was doing it fast.

Debbie told us that this was the most common way that boys masturbate and that it was called jerking off. I certainly agree that it’s an accurate term. The boy was at it for a couple of minutes when he started to breathe heavy and tighten up his muscles.

Debbie and the blue shirts started chanting, “Cum, cum, cum,” and we all joined in encouraging the boy.

He pumped maybe for another minute and grunted out, “I’m cumming.” Debbie said, “Girls, pay attention.” And then he shot his semen.

It was just like we saw in the videos this morning except that this was a real live boy right in front of us. I watched as it arced out over and over until just tiny squirts were dribbling out. There was a big pool of his stuff on the floor.

Debbie advised us, “Careful, girls, don’t step in it and track it around. It’s slippery. You can slip and fall on it even wearing sneakers. The boys will hose down the exhibition area after we’re done.”

In the background we could hear the chants of “cum, cum, cum” from the other groups of girls and the cheers as the boys at their tables came. Debbie told us that we could go watch other boys who hadn’t cum yet but to come back to the table when we were done.

I felt sorry for the last boy to cum. He had not only his own group of girls watching him, but nearly every girl in the camp urging him to “cum, cum, cum.”

After it was all over, the pink shirts and blue shirts gave us a summary of what we just saw.

When we were all done, we gathered around and watched the blue shirts wash the boys. This was done with buckets of soapy water and sponges. Hygiene is very important, they told us and they showed us how to wash and inspect a penis for cleanliness. Then they rinsed the boys off with hoses. The boys shivered in the cold water, but it made any lingering erections go down.

After that, they put the boys in their chastity cages. The boys will be locked up except for special occasions. They told us that we’d learn how to put the boys in chastity by the end of camp.

We also went boating and swimming this afternoon. The boys assisted us with the boating and went skinny dipping with us as we swam. I’d like to tell you more, but I got to go now.

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Dear Diary,

I talked to a pink shirt about the boys’ dance performance and how well I thought they did. I asked her where the boys learned how to do that. This was not merely flinging off clothes and wiggling to the music. The boys’ movements were well-synchronized with the music and with each other.

They removed their last stitch of clothing and exposed themselves near the end of the music with just enough time left to wiggle and jiggle their junk for the amusement of us girls without it being drawn out. Not that I or any of the other girls found it boring.

Debbie explained that the adult counselors came up with the idea and the music and dance, and told it to the senior and junior girls. Several of the girls got together and created the act and they taught it to the boys. Those girls had some talent!

Then I wondered what it must have felt like for the boys. How it must have felt to learn the steps and take up one piece of clothing at a time. How many times did they have to practice, and in front of whom? I especially wondered what it would feel like removing that last piece of clothing and exposing themselves to us squealing and cheering girls.

I wondered how I would feel if I were up there dancing with other girls. I mean just dancing with members of your own sex is something boys just don’t do. Us girls do it all the time and it’s OK and nobody thinks anything of it. I’ve even seen grown women do it at weddings.

But boys just don’t dance with each other. I don’t know why it’s not OK for them to do it, but I’ve never seen them do it before and certainly not in such a big bunch. I’m not sure if being in a group like that embarrassed the boys more or if they took some comfort in the other boys’ humiliation.

For me the dancing part wouldn’t be hard. I like to dance. But taking off my clothes and exposing myself to leering and cheering members of the opposite sex? That would be too much.

I think it’s even worse for boys. As a girl, all my stuff is hidden inside the folds of my skin. On boys everything is out in the open, exposed. Their penises and balls were just out there for each of us girls to see.

A naked boy is more exposed than a naked girl. Also none of the boys had hair down there. I’m pretty sure all us girls have hair. I didn’t deliberately look, but it certainly seemed so with the girls in the showers. Some of them were less modest and came out of the stalls to dry off. This made the boys look even more immature even though they were older than us girls.

I can’t imagine what it would be like to have part of my body swinging around so ludely and so comically for the enjoyment of others.

What must have been going through the boys’ minds as they looked at each other naked? Some were cut; others weren’t. Some were bigger than others; some had partial erections that bounced with their movements while others had penises that dangled flaccidly and swung wildly to the music.

I think it would have been embarrassing enough to have done the dance once, but Debbie told me that they made the boys do it over and over again for them until they got it right. In these rehearsals the boys were doing it in front of a small group of the same group of girls who were near the same age as them. For the main performance each boy had to dance in front of a very large audience of strange girls each of whom could easily been his younger sister.

Did they realize that this was a wholesale submission of the male sex to the female sex? How small that must make them feel to admit that girls are better than boys and how proud it makes me feel to be a girl and part of the sisterhood of the superior sex.

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Dear Diary,

We got rained out of our scheduled afternoon horseback riding, so we got a nature presentation. It started out literally with the birds and the bees.

The video opened talking about insects and how most of them are female and some of them even eat their mates after they fertilize them. Male insects are mainly for sperm donation and to protect the hive or colony. The queen, literally, is the female of the species. Without her, the species would not exist.

The talk then moved onto birds and how in nature the male bird is the one with all the bright plumage and how he puts on a dance for the female bird and only if it pleases her, does she accept him. I had to laugh to myself. Didn’t us girls just see a bunch of boys dance for us?

He does all the work and she gets to choose: that’s nature’s way at least with birds. After mating the male bird stays behind and helps raise the hatchlings.

The presentation went on and talked about mammals like us. With mammals, it looks like the males are in charge, but that’s not totally true. The male animals fight each other for dominance, but only one wins. The rest of the males hang out on the periphery of the herd and protect it. They are first to face danger and are expendable. The real future and value of herd is with the females and the juveniles in the center.

Once the alpha male donates his sperm, he has little to do with the herd. The herd is really taken care of by a matriarch who sees to it that her sisters and daughters are taking care of their offspring.

Closer to home the presentation went onto primates in particular chimpanzees and bonobos. I can’t tell the difference between them, but since I’m neither a chimpanzee nor a bonobo, I guess it doesn’t matter.

The really interesting thing is that in bonobo troops, the girl bonobos rule. They please the boy bonobos with sex and the boy bonobos groom them, bring them food and do all kinds of things to get the girls’ attention. The video made it quite clear that a boy bonobo was addicted to sex and will do anything to keep his penis happy. Male bonobos quickly learn that if they obey the girl bonobos, they live happily ever after.

The movie even showed pictures of three boy bonobos sitting with each other while masturbating. Since they don’t have opposable thumbs like human boys do, they did it by rubbing their penises with the palms of their hands against their stomachs.

So it seems like that activity is not just something just our boys do. The video said that this behavior is usually learned by males observing other members in the troop and that the boys often do it to impress the girls.

Part of the presentation was a comparison of penis sizes among primates. As it turns out us human girls have it lucky; among primates, our boys have the biggest penises in relationship to the size of their bodies.

I wonder if real boys learn from each other or if they sort of pick it up on their own. When we watched the boys masturbate after the dance, they all did what our instructor called, “jerk off” but each boy that we watched did it slightly differently. I’ll have to ask one of the senior girls about this. They seem to know everything.

The film was produced by one of the women associated with the camp. I remember reading about her in one the brochures. Her name is Barbara Elizabeth Brown, and she has her PhD and teaches Women’s Studies at the University. There are a lot of important women associated with the camp.

I’m happy to learn that the video was the first of several in this area. One of the blue shirts mentioned that they frequently have some of these women come speak to us girls. Dr. Brown is scheduled to talk to us. I’m really looking forward to meeting her.

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