Swimming Lesson 1
By Mike
mikeploog_81@yahoo.de
Copyright 2014 by Mike, all rights reserved
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sexual activity
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Editor's
note: The author's first language is not English and he requests the
readers' understanding if any expression sounds strange.
Standing stark naked at the pool Andrew felt
embarrassed like never before in his life. He felt all eyes on him, on his slim
and totally uncovered body. The girls behind him were giggling and whispering
comments to each other. He felt mortified but the P.E. teacher Miss Stuart was
merciless and so he had to be kept in lesson. And as an added punishment for
him because he had allegedly lost his trunks she made him swim in his birthday
suit. To swim naked in the presence of his watching female classmates!
Although the girls’ swimming lesson has already been
over for about an hour a gang of them were still hanging around the huge pool
observing poor Andrew with great amusement.
Monique, Angie, Sally, Tina, Rachel, Vanessa,
Benedicte the cute French guest student...all of them were sitting close to him
on a nearby bench - fully dressed in
various outfits. Short dresses, miniskirts, sexy hot pants, cut jeans, dressy
pumps and various boots were gathered behind his back.
"We start with two lanes backstroke!" Miss
Stuart coldly yelled at him.
The cruel teacher didn't care about the female
audience witnessing the shy boy’s degradation. Andrew was at the verge of
crying, his whole body shaking nervously but he didn't dare to complain as he
was too afraid of the terrific P.E. teacher. Clumsily the 14 year old teenager
climbed into the cold water shivering. The girls got a good glance at his ass
and - even better - his low hanging balls which were very plainly visible
between his scrawny legs. Sally, the hot big boobed blonde lit on a cigarette
as she watched Andrew’s movements with an amused expression on her face. Being
in the pool now, the boy had to turn on his back in order to practice
backstroke swimming.
That was the moment of truth. Andrew's mind was
spinning and his head turned into a very deep shade of red – clearly visible
for all to see.
Through the water he made out the blurred features of
his female audience. They were all smiles!
All regarding him! His nakedness! Andrew wished he
would die but there was no escape. Stupidly he started his strokes through the
pool...meter by meter. As he struggled through the water his undersized boyish
parts involuntarily flopped around. That comical sight didn't go unnoticed by
the girls, with some of them starting to laugh hilariously. To Andrew’s dismay
the sound of their high pitched noise echoed throughout the building.
“Man, this is one goddam lil prick!” said Sally
pointing at his genitals between two drags of her cigarette.
“I suspected him to be small” laughed Rachel “but
never thought it was such a tiny thing!” initiating hysterical laughter from
her girl-buddies.
“That's why lanky Andy is so fucking shy.” mentioned
Monique. Vanessa false-faced: “Hey girls, I think his bony body matches
perfectly with his dinky dick.”
“O Van, you’re such a mean bitch!” responded Sally
laughing heartily.
Andy seemed to be the perfect victim of their frisky
talking and laughing. He was one of the guys who wasn't popular with the girls,
less with these pretty and arrogant divas ( besides, NONE of them was a virgin
anymore), watching his debasement and efforts in swimming. The mean girls he
always tried to dodge as they always made fun of him, the “awkward dumb-ass” or
“spazz” as they used to call him now and then. Sally and especially Rachel
often named him “lanky Andy” referring to his slim built.
With all his might Andy tried to think about something
else. He tried to avoid the thoughts of this non-escaping humiliation taking
place. But as he reached the top of the pool he had to turn and struggle his
way back to his spectators. So far he'd been in the water for about 2 minutes
but for Andrew it appeared like hours. But his predicament had only just begun!
Ever so slowly he again approached the other side of the pool with his head
just above the water line not being able to look at his spectators awaiting his
arrival.
"Faster Andrew, faster!" Miss Stuart was
encouraging him now. To his utter torment the girls even joined in making a
total fool of him by cheering on him
"Go Andy! Go! Faster! You can do it!" In disbelief Andrew
turned his head to get a better view of the crowd. Being kind of inspired he actually
started to increase his speed. He didn't know why though he knew he must have
given a ridiculous sight.
Then the shouting became more vicious. A girl - he
noticed it was Sally's voice - suddenly yelled "Make that little thingie
wiggle for us!" erupting loud roars and more nasty comments mixed with
laughter "Swing that lil Andy! Swing it! Harharhar!" Again, the last
15 metres appeared like miles.
All the while Miss Stuart seemed to be deaf in one
ear. She didn't make any efforts to calm down the nasty young beasts, least of
all did she reprove any of them for their vicious comments.
As Andy had reached the edge of the pool he quickly
turned around and was (at least) happy to let his lower body parts slip back
into the water. But he felt mortified. As he looked above he made out the
girls' grimacing faces showing not even a hint of pity on him. Suddenly they
all went quiet and looked down on him. And the expression on their faces told
nothing but “knowingness”.
His eyes darted between the two girls sitting nearest
to him on the bench. Through his watering eyes he made out Vanessa's perfectly
shaped and utterly long legs partly covered by her brown cowboy-boots and got a
glimpse of Sally's shiny black thigh high riding boots that reached up to her
red miniskirt. But he was the one to be NAKED! And they saw ALL of him! But
what did Miss Stuart do? She just talked to him in her stern way and blamed him
“No, Andrew. That wasn't good at all! You can do it faster. It took you nearly
four minutes to do the silly two backstroke- lanes. Come on. Once again. Once
again! But this time more struggle!”
Andy couldn't believe what he just heard. He pleaded.
“ Please, Miss Stuart! Don't let me do it again.” His voice was cracking now.
“I'm nakid, and ...the...the girls are...” he looked at the smiling evil young
females. “Mister Parker! Don't you dare to argue wiz me! As I told before, you
only have yourself to blame for this. So if you don’t conform to my commands
you’ll be in serious trouble, young man!” she barked with her hands at her
hips. To his utter humiliation Rachel mimicked him in a childish voice
“Pleeease, Miss Stuart”. It was hell on earth. But Andrew didn’t show the
slightest inclination to swim. “What are we waiting for? Move your skinny ass
to other side of the pool!” the bossy teacher commanded. The girls laughed at
her surprisingly sharp words. But the doomed young boy started just another
desperate plea: “No, please Miss! Pleeease let me ...” “Stop that begging, boy
or it’s gonna be much worse! I count down to zero. “Five…four…three…two…” The
tension in the air was almost palpable. The girls kept silence, curiously
waiting with baited breath. With pathetic fear, Andy’s naked frame was
struggling. “…one…zero! Go!” Miss Stuart finally yelled.
Again Andy wasn’t willing to obey and kept stubborn.
Instead he began to snivel weakly. “O my god! What a fucking cry baby he is!”
hissed a sadistic Sally.
“Ok, Boy I have it with you. Out of the pool! Now!”
Meanwhile the coach became really angry. She bent down to the defiant boy,
grabbed her strong arms around his slim frame and simply pulled him out of the
water in one swift motion. Her force was unbelievable! Before he could understand
the situation a shocked Andy was standing bare naked at the edge of the pool
dripping. Regaining from the sudden change of events he bashfully covered his
mid section. “What…?” the stunned boy stammered when Miss Stuart just bent down
again. Another split second later he was roughly being shouldered by his
athletic swimming coach. The wet and naked boy found himself in an extremely
unpleasant situation. Head down his upper body hanged over her brawny back,
whilst his legs and hips were being held together by trained arms. The
spectators were overly amazed by the irate teacher's fast performance! In
bewildered fascination Sally, Rachel and the other girls watched as the doomed
boy struggled wildly in the iron grip of his superior teacher.
“I’m just getting down to business. You earned
yourself a needful teaching. To the barn we go!” the furious vixen announced
whilst she was marching him towards the far-off building taking long, distance-devouring
strides as if it were the easiest thing in the world to do. The girls, not
intending to miss the following spectacle, eagerly followed the two
protagonists.
“Going to barn” has always been a threatening event
for each boy student attending St. Lois Boarding School. Every now and then a
rebellious or repeated disobedient brat was forcibly marched to the old tool
shed – no matter if he was a junior or a senior. The former libertines all
ended up in tears of pain and shame as they undergone a good old fashioned
whipping!
Accordingly, Andy was in pure terror now! The poor
lanky boy fought a forlorn fight being unshakeable kept in place. He, an
unclothed fourteen year old boy was being carried by his all so much stronger
teacher like a young kid. A kid that is going to be spanked! Not to mention all
the girls witnessing his punishment! His situation couldn’t be more traumatic.
To his utter humiliation his wet and shriveled male parts were constantly being
pressed against his teacher’s collarbone which was only covered by the thin
material of her red spandex tank top.
“O my god. She has to feel it! She is feeling my naked
dick touching her clothed body!” was all
Andy could think about.
“Stop struggling around, boy!” he heard her
unmistakable stern voice from above. Each time he raised his head Andy
witnessed the malicious features of his female classmates eagerly awaiting his
forthcoming chastisement. Even when he looked away the strides of numerous
boots and pumps reminded him unavoidable of his following entourage as they were
noisily clacking and tic-tacking on the stony floor.
All Andy wanted to do was to flee. So he made more
unremitting efforts to free himself from his delicate position he had to endure
and yanked at her back with protesting arms. A decision he immediately
regretted, as the sturdy teacher suddenly stopped dead in her tracks.
She then drove three fingers, thumb, index finger and
middle finger from above raptor-like right between his upper legs just beneath
his ass crack! Andy shivered as he felt her strong fingers delving their way
straight through the narrow gap searching for his most sensitive body parts!
“No, Miss!” he wailed.
The cruel attack didn't become unnoticed by the girls.
They gawked with opened mouths as the determined teacher ignored his begging
and relentlessly went for his hidden genitals! “If you don't calm, find out the
hard way!” she threatened. Then she grasped both his little penis and balls
with her claws and… squeezed firmly! “Aaaaaaargh. No! Pleeease!” Andy squealed
in a high pitched voice as he felt a nausea pain between his legs. A pain that
was even intensified as the ruthless coach maneuvered a long and razor-sharp
fingernail under the stunted foreskin of his penis and bit it deep into the
tender flesh of his unprotected glans. “AAAAARGH! OUUUUUUUCH!”
“I warned you, boy! Stop struggling! At once!” she
barked. Andy promptly froze in motion.
”There you are. Keep rigid!” Miss Stuart, satisfied by
the desired effect, loosened the pressure on his crotch, yet keeping her
manicured hand in place!
“Ouch! Poor nakid boy. She's havin you by de balls, isn’t
she?” Benedicte snickered at him gleefully in her French accent much to the
amusement of her young comrades. Tina sneered and wagged her index-finger
“Naughty naughty boy, you are!”
If the shocking pain wasn’t bad enough, the girl’s
taunting comments from above gave him the rest. Physically and mentally
overwhelmed the sensible young student delivered a heart-wailing “Mommy!” which
was promptly answered by hysterical laughter.
His childish cry for help only lead to a new level of
exhilaration. Now the mean girl-beasts mentally took the piss out of him!
“Geez! Lil baby boy here is calling for his mommy!,” Vanessa mocked him
sardonically. "Man, what a pussy!", Tina commented. Then Sally bent
down shook her head no and teased “Nah! Mommy isn’t going to help her little
brat.” Each comment shot like a painful arrow through his ear.
Despite all the rude comments Miss Stuart didn’t
intervene and let them bestow as ever. Instead she even cursed him again.
“Mister Parker! Stop that miserable whining! Your punishment hasn’t even
begun!”
Finally the squad managed the long distance to the
barn which was placed a good hundred meters away from the pool area, at the
backside of the school's gymnasium. Then Miss Stuart – with Andy still on her
shoulders – reached into her pocket for a bunch of keys and unlocked the heavy
door. Being in the wooden room the teacher switched the light on. Andy's racing
heartbeat even increased. In here, the hapless guy would be physically
disciplined soon – just in the naked condition he was in!
The barn was filled with several pieces of sports
equipment and fitness tools. Its ordinary inventory was obvious to anyone who
wouldn't know its second purpose.
“I' m letting you off now, boy. But I warn you: If you
cause any more trouble or even try to escape you're getting it the hard way!”
she addressed to him in unmistakable words. As Andy was back on his feet he
quickly covered his lately abused organs with apparently shaking hands. But Miss
Stuart didn't waste more time. “See that vaulting horse over there?” she
pointed to an old fashioned gymnastics apparatus. Andy blinked aside. Snapping
her fingers she ordered. “You go there and bend yourself along the saddle. Buck
up!” Without any sign of resistance Andy shuffled with weak legs to the fearful
device with its leather covered top that was seemingly awaiting its newest
“guest of honor” and maneuvered himself in the desired, humiliating position.
"Ouch", the cold leather felt very uncomfortable on his still wet
naked skin.
Meanwhile a bunch of curious girls was still hanging
around the doorframe not daring to move a step further and join the following
private interaction. Their doubts were soon be dispelled. “It’s ok girls. You
can come in and watch how we discipline misbehavior here in St. Louis.” Miss
Stuart invited them. Sally and her friends didn’t need to be twice-told as they
eagerly stormed the shed and witnessed the next step of the preparation of Andy.
“Not like that! Place your hands on the edge of the
saddle, you stupid boy!” Still unsatisfied with his position the strict teacher
grabbed Andy's elbows and managed them in the required posture. “And spread
your legs wider apart!” she commanded as she forcefully shoved his calves aside
one by one with her right foot. “That’s the way.” Now being submissively bent
over the vaulting horse a naked and yet again whimpering Andy was ready to pay
his tribute whilst a freely dangling pair of balls between his parted thighs was
plainly visible for all to see. Next, Miss Stuart reached for an unnoticed whip
that hung on a hidden hook. “You’re now going to become acquainted with ‘Madame
sévère’, boy.” Saying this, the energetic swimming coach swung the heavy whip
noisily in the air. "CRACK!"
The girls just marveled. “Wow. She really knows how to
punish a boy!” one of them whispered as another one stated "Damn! That is
one REAL menacing lash, girls!"
Turning his head Andy stressfully stared with wide
opened eyes. “O no! Please Miss! Don't hurt me! Don't!” Never being beaten
before in his life much less by such a cruel instrument he wildly shook his
head in despair trying to elicit some hint of mercy. But for vain! Miss Stuart
just interrupted his pleadings and proceeded.
“Now keep your mouth shut and your ears open, boy! I
only say this once, so you better pay attention. You have to take ten strokes.
And I want you to count each one of them and add a gratefully spoken ‘thank you
Miss’. And if you miss out only one stroke we’ll start again. From the
beginning! Did you get that? ” Not quite being aware of the serious demand Andy
didn’t response and kept on sobbing. “I said DID YOU GET THAT?” her words thundered.
“Yes! Yes Miss! I count and say thank you Miss” he quickly and submissively
replied.
“Ok young man. Now prepare for the first encounter…”
Raising her hand the tall strong teacher landed the
first blow forcefully on Andy's naked ass followed by a nasty bang!
Meanwhile, the eagerly watching girls winced as the
boy screamed out an ear numbing yell of agony.
Miss Stuart not being impressed at all waited a few
seconds and stated: “Forgot the rules? Here’s another first one!” “Nooo…ONE...”,
Andy screamed.
But he was too late. “Bang!” his words were cut by
another attack of the cruel whip. This time Andy screamed again but didn’t
forget to add “One….Thank you Miss”
“That’s the way…” a now satisfied Miss Stuart praised
as she aimed the next brutal blow on her naked victim’s bare flesh.
“Two! Thank you Miss…Three! Thank you Miss…Four…” Andy
was wailing, screaming, crying and counting.
"Wow, that must be REALLY painful!" the
girls remarked in unison.
But only after a few blows all female witnesses somehow
got used to his “side noise” and paid more attention to the physical reactions
and the results of the whip. “Fuck! Her strength behind the blows is
unbelievable!” Rachel remarked. “Yeah, and see how his whole body is being
shaken after each fuckin’ stroke.” Sally pointed to his opened legs “Even his
lil jewels are jiggling!” “Six…Thank you…”
“You’re right, Sally! That’s so funny! Looks as if they nearly fall off
like from a shaken apple tree!” Vanessa giggled.
When the last stroke has found its destination Andy’s
bare ass was badly covered with numerous red and violet marks. He grabbed his
butt and started hopping from foot to foot in order to ease the burning pain. Miss
Stuart was merciful to give the suffering boy a short rest, replaced the whip
and folded her arms. Meanwhile, Andy’s wild dancing made him look so ludicrous
that the girl’s fell anew into fits of laughter.”Look! That’s surely the
craziest Irish jig I’ve ever seen!” Sally giggled gleefully. “Great performance
Andy!” Rachel cheered, not showing any pity on her naked schoolfellow.
In his fight against the agonizing ache the utterly
humiliated Andy stammered “Leave me alone!” only to be disciplined by his
teacher: “Silence, boy! Haven’t you learned your lesson?!” she hissed.
Andy, facing the wall not daring to present his front
to the audience, quickly gave in “Yes Miss Stuart! I’ve learned it. I swear!”
(The End)