When I was a Kid 10

When I was a Kid... Chapter 10

By Redbuns

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Chapter 10

I was exhausted and slept soundly, waking up quite a bit later than usual on Tuesday morning. Mom didn’t bother to try and wake me up any earlier; she knew I would be pretty tuckered out after all that went on the night before. I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and went down to the kitchen for some breakfast only to find Mrs. B and mom chatting over cups of coffee. Mom got out a box of cereal for me, but kept the conversation going. I hoped they weren’t planning on anything special for me; both my butt and my penis were still a bit tender from the night before. I was really hoping for a lazy day lounging by the pool. But I quickly found out there would be a price to pay for my poolside lounging…Mrs. B insisted that my fledgling pubes be shaved off before she’d let me swim. Mom agreed, turned around, and handed me a brand new razor and a can of shaving cream and told me: “Alan, I want you to shave off any pubic hairs before you go into the pool today, and I want you to keep yourself smooth down there from now on. You’re still a little boy, and until it’s determined you are mature enough, you’ll have a hairless pubic area.” I expected this to happen any day now, and figured all I had to lose was some hair. However, I was a bit apprehensive about handling a razor anywhere near my penis and scrotum. This was a number of years ago, long before multiple blade razors, even before the advent of the disposable razor. I would be using a double edge safety razor. The kind I’d seen my dad use; the kind I’d seen him draw blood when he nicked himself! I was a bit apprehensive about using it without any more instruction than just watching him shave, and I indicated this to both adults. Mom looked at me with sympathy. Mrs. B thought a moment, then said; “Maggie has been shaving her legs for a couple of months now, I’m sure she’ll help you. Why don’t you bring your shaving cream and razor over when you’ve finished here, and Maggie will meet you at the picnic table by the pool.” My apprehensions weren’t really allayed by this, but at least it seemed better than doing this in our bathroom where the lighting wasn’t half as good as the bright sunshine outside.

After finishing my breakfast, and doing the simple chores mom had for me to do that morning, I took off my shirt and slipped my shorts off, wrapped a towel around my waist, grabbed my shaving stuff and headed to the Baron pool. As soon as I opened the gate, I saw Maggie sitting at the picnic table with her own razor and a bowl of steamy water. Her mother explained my concerns, and she looked at me with sympathetic eyes. “I’ve seen my dad cut himself shaving too. I’m certain you don’t want that to happen to you in such a sensitive area. Now, I’ve been shaving my legs for a while now, and I can help you get started, so just drop your towel, and let’s get started.” I nervously undraped the towel from my waist, revealing my quickly hardening penis. “Oh Alan, Your mother was certainly right about you and those erections of yours! I can see why she decided to turn your discipline over to me, I agree, it isn’t healthy for you be erect so often in front of your mother. But I kind of like it! Let’s get started OK?”

Maggie soaped a washcloth then began to wash my pubic area above my penis. With my erection bobbing in the way, it made it a bit difficult. So with her free hand, she grabbed hold of my erection, moving it out of the way as she soaped first my pubis area, then washed my penis and scrotum. I was almost ready to have an orgasm, when she put down the washcloth, picked up the razor and a can of shaving cream. My thoughts immediately went to the horror thoughts of having something important down there slashed! My erection subsided a bit as these thoughts went through my head. Maggie squirted some shaving cream onto her left hand, and then smeared it on me. Removing the excess foam from her hand, she quickly grabbed the razor in her right hand. I guess it was instinct as I backed away from her as her hand neared my groin.

“I guess this is a bit difficult for you, but I assure you that I have no intention of making a mistake. I really like your penis, I like handling it too. I certainly won’t do anything to harm you. However, if you wiggle like that and back away, something may get cut. Let’s have you lie down on the bench, relax, and I’ll shave you that way.” I thought her idea sounded feasible, so down on the bench I went. You know, if I didn’t see her hands, I didn’t think too much about what could happen. I relaxed as I first felt her lift my penis out of the way, and I felt the pressure of the razor slicing off the hairs above my penis. It didn’t feel all that bad, but with her left hand constantly holding my penis, I got rather erect once again. Maggie smiled at me as she finished with my pubic area, and moved to my scrotum. I could feel her stretching the loose skin with one hand, and the razor making passes over the stretched skin. I was really getting excited! With the feeling of the shaving cream, her hand, the razor, and looking at her face which seemed so intent on what she was doing, it was hard for me to keep control of myself. I mentioned this to her as she put the razor down and picked up the washcloth once again to clean off the remaining shaving cream. Maggie smiled and said; “you were a good boy while I was shaving you, if you feel like having an orgasm while I clean you up, I guess that would be fine…I guess you deserve it.” And with that, I needed no further encouragement as my hips began bucking and thrusting. Maggie simply used the washcloth to catch my ejaculate as I moaned “Here it comes! Ohhhhrrrrrraaaaahhh!” and my entire body seemed to resonate with that orgasm. With a big grin on her face, she kept up with the washcloth, wiping my penis even after my contractions were over. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling and I told her so. Maggie beamed. I really enjoyed this one…I didn’t have any mess to clean up! When I recovered, Maggie had me use the garden hose to clean the remaining shaving cream and my mess off of me. I then set the shaving stuff aside. I looked at my newly shaven pubic area. While I didn’t have much hair there yet, I did notice it being gone, and it made me feel a bit more exposed, a bit more naked if a boy who wasn’t wearing anything at all could possibly feel any more naked than he already was.

We spent the morning swimming and playing in the pool. You know, times were such that I was beginning to feel comfortable being naked around the Barons as well as my own house. Swimming naked was second nature to me, and I really detested the thought of having to put those darn swimming trunks on. My tan was coming along greatly! I tanned easily, and began to bronze very nicely.

Lunchtime rolled around, and after toweling off, we both headed to my house to grab something to eat. I simply draped the towel over my shoulders as we walked through the gate to my house. Maggie walked next to me, and her hand brushed against mine as we entered my house. I kind of felt almost an electrical charge when she did that. Here I was, having Maggie drape me over her lap and give me a sound spanking; grabbing my erection; shaving my private area; and watching me masturbate. Yet there was something about her almost holding my hand that sent chills up and down my spine! But she quickly moved aside as I held the door open for her, just like the gentleman I was becoming.

Mom and Mrs. B were in the kitchen and had some sandwiches and Kool-Aid ready. As we sat down to eat, mom asked me if I’d like to have my birthday party next weekend. She was thinking of having a hayride, and the Baron’s would host a pool party afterwards. I thought it was a great idea! So did Maggie. We spent our lunchtime talking about who to invite and what to have. The adults left Maggie and me to our own thoughts as they stayed indoors when Maggie and I went back to the poolside.

My mind kept wandering to the girl in my class that I thought was pretty. Her name was Diane, but I was sure she had no idea I even existed, let alone thought she was pretty! As Maggie and I discussed the invitation list, I brought up inviting Diane. It took me a while to gather the nerve to mention Diane to Maggie. I sheepishly thought Maggie might be jealous of Diane. Somehow I was beginning to think Maggie was beginning to have “feelings” for me. But she just smiled and said; “So when you masturbate, do you think of her?” To which I just blushed, which was getting harder for me to do. It seems as if I was getting used to this lifestyle, getting comfortable around Maggie, but I was still embarrassed when I went over her knee for a spanking, and also when she had me masturbate in front of her.

Mom and Mrs. B came out to join us at the picnic table. Maggie had to mention my thoughts about Diane, the girl I had a crush on. Mom didn’t realize I had a girlfriend, and I shyly said I really didn’t, that Diane really didn’t know I had any feeling towards her. Maggie just smiled and said: “We’ve got to make sure she gets an invitation, I know her, and she’s such a sweet thing!” I just blushed even deeper as my penis hardened; I couldn’t hide my feelings toward her when I was that excited! We finished off the invitation list, and mom took care of getting all the kids invited…especially Diane!

The rest of the afternoon we spent in and out of the pool. My thoughts of Diane seemed to grow deeper and deeper! Thoughts of her dominated my mind, so much so, that I began to become a bit clumsy and seemed to be in another world of thought. Maggie most certainly noticed. My erection just didn’t want to subside at all!

Our afternoon at the pool ended when mom called out to me telling me I had a phone call. Hopping out of the pool and quickly drying myself as I went inside, I anxiously answered the phone to find out I was asked to come on down to the park after dinner for a long evening of baseball. I agreed, it was going to be a great night! After I hung up, I told mom about my plans of hanging out with the guys playing ball. She smiled at me and told me to get a shower before dinner. I totally enjoyed my evening with the guys. While I enjoyed hanging out in the pool, I also enjoyed being with my other friends, and playing baseball. It was good to see some of my friends that I hadn’t seen since school let out, even though that wasn’t that long ago. We played until dark, not really caring about the score. One thing they noticed and commented on was my tan. I was really getting a good one.

The rest of the week seemed to fly by until Thursday afternoon, when I realized it was the evening of my spanking time. I knew I was a good boy, and really had nothing to worry about, so when I went over to the Baron house for my weekly spanking, I didn’t really have much to worry about. But just before I left, mom handed me the money to pay Maggie, she said from now on, I’d be taking it over when I went there. I’d kind of forgotten she was being paid to discipline me, which made me feel kind of sheepish and ashamed. I sighed, took the money and headed over to their house.

As usual, I just entered and went down the steps to the basement. Maggie was already waiting for me, arms crossed, leaning on the door frame. I managed a smile as I descended the last few steps. Maggie smiled back. “I have your pay; mom says I’m going to bring it over every week.” Maggie nodded as I handed her the money and turned to the laundry room to strip. I quickly removed all my clothes and entered my “spanking room” to have a seat on the floor in front of Maggie. I noticed she had out the hairbrush and the new Polaroid camera! I quickly talked about my week, shared nothing she most likely didn’t already know, and looked up into her eyes. Maggie told me I’d done fine this week, that this spanking was only to keep me on my toes as it were, but from now on, she would be taking pictures for my new discipline scrapbook. This week was to be our first, and as such, Maggie was going to take a before and an after picture. So I stood up, went to the corner where I usually did my solitary standing time, and faced in. I hung my head, just like I do after my spankings, and heard a pop of the flash going off. As I turned, Maggie was pulling out the film. Then it was over her lap for my short, but intense spanking. Maggie commented that she could certainly feel that I had been shaved; she seemed to enjoy the feeling of my pubic area on her lap without the growing scratchy feeling of pubic hair. Then up once again in the corner, and once again the flash. Maggie had me stay there as she went upstairs to get our milk and cookies. When she returned, I had my first look at the pictures. I really had never seen how red my buttocks got after a spanking, and commented on this to Maggie. She just laughed and said; “This is nothing, you’ve been much redder in the past!” I felt my cheeks flush a bit, I’d never thought I looked that red! “You’ll see when I give you one of your regular spankings! Then you’ll see just how red, really almost purple you can get!” Well, both of us signed the pictures, I as the spankee and she as the spanker; she dated them, and put them in a box. “I’ll get these in a scrapbook soon! Let’s talk a little more about your birthday party.”

As we sat and enjoyed our snack, we talked about the guys I played ball with, and if any of them were on the invitation list. We added a few more names, and made sure to remind my mom to tell people there was a pool party after the hayride. I seemed to be more at ease with Maggie at this time than at any time prior to her taking over my discipline. I felt a warm, comfortable and secure feeling after having a non-punishment spanking like this one, and our conversation about my birthday party just seemed to flow with ease. After we finished our milk and cookies, I dressed and went home. I was satisfied and I guess pleased with how I felt.

The weekend was spent doing things with mom and dad as well as catching a dip or two in the Baron pool. I was looking forward to my birthday party next weekend as well as my upcoming swimming lesson on Monday. I was getting complimented on my all over tan from all the Baron’s as well as mom and dad, and I guess I couldn’t wait to see if anyone noticed on Monday night!

Well, the first one to comment on my tan was the head swim instructor who said: “Alan, you’ve been out in the sun, you’ve got a great tan…no white areas…hanging out naked huh?” I just grinned and nodded at him. I noticed there were a couple of other boys who were not showing any tan lines, and I wondered about them, were they swimming in a neighbors pool naked like I was? But before those thoughts got any further, class began and I forgot about it. I just enjoyed my time in the pool. I was getting to be a pretty good swimmer. I was planning on trying out for the swim team as soon as I could. You had to be 12 to join the team, and that birthday was coming up next week! There were so many things that next Saturday would bring. I just couldn’t wait!

(The End)