Mrs Grainger's Gift 33

By Ritchie Moore

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Mrs Grainger’s Gift

Part XXXIII



Sunday 30th August

Tea at Elizabeth’s

The Classics teacher, with an armful of books, caught up to him and asked him how the summer had gone.

“I can talk freely to you, Elizabeth, and I can tell you we did put the book into practice, as Eithne said.”
 
She laughed as she said “Good for you! It’s not really a textbook, though. But tell me, did you maybe try washing together?”
 
He blushed as he said “Yes, we did. And it was wonderful. Thank you so much for introducing us to that book, it’s really … it’s amazing,” he went on enthusiastically, “how it captures young love, and the trials and anxieties and doubts and mystifications of the whole process. Longus had been through all that. But still he has an adult’s view of the whole experience, he’s past that now and he looks back on it, doesn’t he, with humour? A … sardonic sort of understanding of the whole crazy business?”
 
“You’ve got it, Matthew. That’s it encapsulated. Very percipient. But it does have a happy ending at least.”
 
“Oh,” he said, “I love the way it finishes, when they finally go to their marriage bed, and lie naked and clip and kiss and twine, and it’s then that Chloe – how does it go?”
 
She smiled as she quoted. “And Chloe then first knew, that those things that were done in the Wood, were only the sweetest Sports of Shepherds.”
 
He looked at her with a twinkle in his eye. “Let me tell you. Elizabeth – we didn’t have much chance to make love here, and besides between ourselves Catherine just wasn’t ready. But over there, in Paris, after a really awful exposure that we’ll tell you about later – she let me make love to her, and it was the sweetest thing, the most wonderful thing!”
 
He looked down at his feet. “Let me be honest with you. Those girls I spoke about before – there’s been more of them. And I remembered what you said about practising to make perfect love. Well, it’s maybe true. But we have this unspoken bargain, maybe, that makes us both free agents. And so we can have experiences with others — Catherine gave a fellatio to the lawyer’s clerk, and I fucked both of the girls we were with at Vaulx. But when we’re together, it’s very different, it’s on a very different level; it isn’t just lust, it’s making love, with tenderness and … commitment. Do you understand?”
 
She smiled at him and nodded. “Oh, I do understand, Matthew. So you’ve made love properly, quite often?”
 
He blushed. “We only did it a couple of times really, but on the way back we stopped in London overnight. We had a room to ourselves. And we made love … five times.” She looked amused and surprised.
 
“But we’re back here, and it’s difficult again. What we’re faced with is … individual sex. I mean, let’s be plain, we have to masturbate ourselves, or else – in addition, by God! – be the … accept it from the hands of others. Me from girls, Catherine from boys. Which is all right in a way,” he blushed again, “I admit I like being wanked, I do! But it’s not the same.”
 
He stared at her glumly, and she nodded and kissed him on the cheek. “Cheer up, Matthew,” she said, “there’ll be other times, other nights. Anyway, come to tea, will you? At five. You can tell us all – some – of your adventures!”
 
 
 
“I wish I knew what Mr Bryden was up to,” said Catherine. “Nobody seems to know where he is or what he’s doing. He didn’t give you pair any ideas, did he, say what his plans were?”

Elizabeth and Eithne shook their heads.

Matthew frowned. “He didn’t confide in anybody,” he said, “certainly not Abigail, and he didn’t let slip a hint of any kind to any of the girls, or the doctor, or anybody. Perhaps it’s a family thing, though I didn’t think he had any. But listen, he did say sometime he was going to write some important letters.”

“Yes,” said Catherine, “about me, actually! He was asking about Mamie, my governess. She’s in South Africa now. What she can tell him I can’t imagine.”

“Something about your uncle’s death? Didn’t you say it was a heart attack? Is he implying there’s something odd about his death? Anyway, I don’t suppose he’s gone to see her?” said Matthew. “It’s a long way away. And terribly expensive to travel.” 

“We’ll find out soon enough,” said Elizabeth. “Have some more tea.”

Eithne had a faint flush as she said “I know it’s a long shot, but do you think he might have gone to see if he could find his boy, Jamie? Ever since he told us I’ve been thinking how nice it would be if he could find him again. What do you think?”

“I say, that’s an idea!” said Matthew with a nod. “It makes good sense. I suppose he stopped looking a long time ago, but mentioning it now, to us, brought it back and maybe spurred him on to another search. Still, it has been what, thirty-five years since 1890. Oh, and young Jamie is a middle-aged man of fifty-two!”

“I wonder if he’s still as handsome? Or if he … still has those feelings that he had back then,” said Elizabeth thoughtfully.

“Do you mean,” asked Matthew, “is he still a homosexual? But I thought it was an inborn thing. But maybe he’s learned to hide it, do you mean? Can he have married, and tried to live a normal – ah, what did Bauvais say? And what’s normal, anyhow? Actually, when I think about it, his adventure with Bryden may have been a quite … transitory sort of thing. We don’t know how seriously he regarded the relationship, do we? He may have got another lover. Even several! Or he could be bisexual even. Anyway, we may find out, though I’m certainly never going to ask. And I suppose I hope he never finds disappointment. Let Bryden keep his memories. They’re bitter, but they’re also sweet!”

The clock on the desk tinkled a chime.

“Oh, I say! What time is that? Oh God, I’m due over at the … the dormitory in fifteen minutes.”

“What on earth do you do over there, eh?” asked Eithne suggestively. “Oh, wait! It’s that ….”

Catherine licked her lips and said “Yes, it’s … a punishment Matthew has. We have to follow Mrs G’s, and now Abigail’s, orders, and this is a spanking by the girls because he defied Mrs G last term.”

The other two girls looked at the boy with caring frowns, and made sympathetic noises. But they couldn’t stave off the inevitable, and showed him out the door with a kiss each.  Back at the table, Catherine found herself telling her friends all about it, and how she was going to go to his room with a healing salve to assuage the hurt.

“Oh!” Eithne coloured and then smiled. “I understand. Oh Catherine, he’s going to hurt like hell – he’s spanked on his bare bum, isn’t he? I heard all about it, though I never did see it. I’d not have taken part, of course. There were others that felt the same, believe me, they don’t all follow the party line! So it’s his bare backside that’s attacked. But then you are there to stroke that sore bum with loving hands. Oh God, I can just imagine!”

“Yes,” said Elizabeth, “it’s a pretty erotic thought, but it must be some great measure of healing, maybe. And then – admit it, Catherine – do you not carry on the treatment to a complete cancel-out of the sore bum by a pleasured penis?”

Catherine blushed. “Am I so easy to read, then? But you’re right. And wouldn’t you do the same for Eithne?”

Elizabeth looked with bright eyes at her lover. “Yes indeed, Catherine, I’d massage the ointment into her arse, and prolong it really, just to have my hands on that sweet arse for a bit longer, and then I’d put them just an inch or two differently, and make her forget the shame, drive it out with a sexual joy!”

Eithne’s flush turned to a full blush. “Oh, Elizabeth! And didn’t you say you had got a nice sweet-smelling cream, the other day? I say, now we’re talking like this, you’ll have to get it out and use it tonight. We’ll have time before our curfew. And,” she added with a naughty smile, “I can use it myself on that beautiful arse of yours!”

Catherine laughed to hear this, and Elizabeth blushed and laughed with them.

“Oh, listen, girls, I have to go and get ready for him. Thanks for the hospitality and the chat, and the advice! It was good to be open about things. I know you won’t have any sexual feelings about Matthew, but I’m glad you see how beautiful he is, and you understand what it’s like to worship someone else’s body. Yes, Elizabeth, my hands will relish his bare backside, but then they’ll move to the rest of him, and caress his ballocks and his seam and his penis, surely erect by then, and make him – let him come. It’s going to be another wonderful moment. Anyhow, goodnight.”

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Monday 31st August

More German, more exhibition.  Catherine helps at the hospital. The first year gym class gets an eyeful; another shower helped by innocence

“Ahh! What have you done? Where did she go? What have you done with her? Get out of my way, you bastard! What—Oh noooo, no, what’s happening? You’ve done something to the lights, and – aah! I can’t see! Oh God, what—Ah holy mother of God! What—what are you? Get away! Get away from me! Aaaah! Don’t come near me! No! Keep back, or I’ll teach you! Nooo! … No! I’ll … I’ll fix you, you fucker! Take that!”
 
 
 
 
 
German class

“Good Morning, class! Guten Morgen! I am Miss Benz, and you are to call me Fräulein. This class is all about German, the great language of Schiller and Goethe, the writers, of Mozart and Schubert, the composers, of Dürer and Cranach and Klee, the artists – oh, there are many of them. And it is to come to an understanding of such men that you will study their language. But today we will look at a few ordinary words, and practise how to speak them, then look at the vocabulary of a few subjects, like parts of the body.”

Matthew, who had been settling down, suddenly got a chill in his spine. He looked up at the girls, all heads turned dutifully to the front, and was glad he was sitting at the back so that his flush wasn’t visible. He had hoped against hope that this lesson would be different, seeing that these were the new girls in their first year, aged only twelve or so, and therefore, you’d think, not to be rudely introduced to rude bits of a strange boy – but no, it stood to reason, this was the sole purpose of his presence here, to interest the bored children in a hard language, while showing his arse – Arsch! – to their innocent stares.

With about thirty minutes of the lesson to go the teacher decided they’d had enough pronunciation practice and told them they’d get some useful words. “Matthew! Come forward.”

They looked at him curiously as he made his diffident way to the front and turned to face them.

“This boy is called Matthew. Dieser Junge heißt Matthäus. Say hello. That is Hallo.”

They dutifully repeated the word, and looked at her expectantly, wondering what this overdressed boy was doing here.

They were soon informed what was to happen Again, she began with the hat, went on to the shoes, and in no time at all the girls were animated. Surely she wasn’t going to make him take off everything? No! Never! But still….

He got an erection before his trousers came off, and his moderate flush turned to full-blown crimson as his shirt came off and his excitement was plain to see. The girls were making quite a commotion by now, and he expected Erika to hush them, but she had learned to indulge their enthusiasm as a good helper along the pedagogic way. Then the vest, then the underpants, and a naked boy was cowering yet once more before an interested crowd of young girls. There was a pause while Erika checked the words on the blackboard and had the class repeat them to drive them home, and the girls’ eyes kept going back and forth between the board and the thrilling view of a Junge who was nackt.

Then she started on the hair of the head, and he was asked to keep his hands by his side. The girls were nearly screaming (albeit in a quiet way) to peer at his penis, and it was not long before the examination got down there – pubic hair, arse, testicles, penis, and all. More recitation, and demand for concentration on the part concerned. Matthew somehow felt this was worse than last time. Would it get still worse?

The procession quickly formed and the physical exploration of the body began. Erika was thorough in going over all the parts, but particularly his middle. The girl would be asked to find this or that, and she’d hold it (she was told to hold it) as she pronounced the word (till she got it right). The girls, as he expected, took their time about this, but ultimately that prick had had enough and fountained in a fine display that astonished most of the class. Then they were instructed to say Danke, and Auf Wiedersehen! And they dawdled out, still a bit spellbound at the direction a boring class had taken.

Erika kissed him and fondled his cheek, smiling her thanks and appalling him by talking about another class next week. “Maybe we can do verbs,” she said. “You know, with actions. I mean you will be miming an action or a movement, such as a leap, or imitating a trade, like hammering on an anvil, or pretending to cycle on a bicycle. All these sorts of things. And I mean I would ask you to be nude while you were doing all these things, to make sure the girls look at you and pay attention. That will be good. Will you do that?”

He took a deep breath and croaked out a yes, and she left in a good humour. He dressed and crept out of there and went back to his room where he took off a lot of that clothing and sat on the bed with a sigh.



At lunch he wondered where Catherine was, and Abigail was quick to tell him.

“She’s in town, at the hospital.”

“Oh no! What’s the mat— ”

“No, no, she’s not ill. She’s over there at the request of Mrs Nisbet, the Matron, who was asked by one of the doctors to find someone to volunteer their services, to help the young students, the interns and so forth, with their studies.”

She looked meaningfully at the boy.

“Oh, God! I just know she’s being— ”

“Yes, Matthew,” she nodded, “you’re right I’m sure. I don’t know what she’s doing but I’m sure it’s going to please those boys!”

Before he could speak she added “But as for you, I think I told you about the first year gym class, didn’t I?”

He looked at her.

“Well, it’s this afternoon at two. You will attend, and take your shower afterwards. The girls will be very interested I’m sure.” She smiled maliciously and left him aghast.

 “Now, miss, that was very useful indeed. Sit down and rest a bit. While we’re waiting, I want to tell you that we really appreciate your services. You’ll understand it isn’t easy to find a person (of either sex) who’s willing to exhibit himself or herself, especially to the opposite sex, as an anatomical example. But it is immeasurably useful for those who will need to know and understand, and deal quite intimately with, that body, that anatomical specimen. It’s rather like the early days, a hundred years ago, when cadavers were hard to come by and resurrectionists – and Burke and Hare! – had to oblige. So I repeat, it’s really very useful, you volunteering like this. Especially in regard to those areas which are more … hard to get to, what shall I say? We can always find a bare foot, for instance, for instructional purposes, but a bare groin is something else. So we’re really grateful about this. Anyway, I think our other lot are next door by now. This is a sort of amateur class, a gathering of young aides and others who are aiming at being aides. This session will interest all of them, especially perhaps the virgins, can I call them? who have no experience but want to try. To test the water. Remember, not everyone is cut out to be an aide, let alone a doctor! So here we go. I urge you to be patient and treat the boys gently.”

Boys? How many?

It turned out there were twenty-two young men ranging in age from fourteen to nineteen, maybe, and they met the entrance of the scantily-clad girl with evident interest. She was positioned in front of them and the demonstration began. Looking out at them she was a little discomfited to realise their average age must be seventeen, and she had the awful feeling that they were not all ready to be impartial unemotional observers. No, they’re just dying to see the bare groin, aren’t they?

She thrust the unjust supposition away, but it returned in full force quite soon when Dr Hall was called away for some emergency and he delegated one of the class to fill in for him. This was not the oldest and presumably best informed of the students but a very young-looking boy with dark blond hair and a mischievous smile which he turned on Catherine as he approached her. Hall hadn’t got very far at all, so the boy, called Chris Hutton, wanted to prepare his fellows for the unveiling of the subject’s attributes. There was no doubt about it: he intended to take great pleasure in showing his peers some interesting things about the female physiology that they’d have difficulty in finding in books. She was expecting this to be a perhaps more gentlemanly version of what Mr Walters had put her through at St Vincent’s, and to begin with at least it was. Nevertheless, it was unnerving to have to take off the little robe and present herself naked to a crowd of boys, for the umpteenth time, and again she wondered why she was still not used to it. But her thoughts were interrupted by Hutton talking about her breasts, lactation, and so forth, and answering questions from the rest. Then of course the tactile investigation of the area, feeling for lumps, which Hutton was very gentle about, but he asked all of the others to try it themselves.

Some were so tentative, or shy, as to touch her nipples with feathering fingertips, which tickled her and nearly made her start, but she controlled herself and braced for the more energetic feel she got from most of them, often with wide eyes and wondering expressions. She could tell at a glance who were the virgins and who weren’t. Then it was the turn of the buttocks, and Hutton spoke about the lack of the prostate, and the fact that the female colon had little unusual about it. But he suggested they should examine it anyway. Catherine quelled a shudder as she saw eyebrows raised and grins appear, which grew as Hutton pointed out that it would be useful in this instance to make sure it was clean (“No offence, Catherine”) by application of an enema. The boys were enthusiastic, telling the virgins it was something that every medico should know, while the hapless object of their attention got a start on her flush. She felt very exposed, somehow, very vulnerable, as she was put on all fours and her anus lubricated by several hands, a nozzle inserted and her bowels irrigated. One boy was told to hold a thumb at the opening to prevent early expulsion, and he did this with some sort of expression that drew a laugh from the others, and prompted a joking reference to the little Dutch boy and the hole in the dyke. A bedpan was produced and she was set upon it, to produce her watery shit with the accompaniment of a great fart, which increased her flush and the boys’ jocularity.

Hutton however called them to order and directed one to clean her anus with a tissue, the others crowding round to see his technique. Then it was the turn of all of them to insert a finger into the bowel, to check for piles, for instance, and before they did that they had to lubricate it again. So twenty-two boys spread Vaseline over her anus, inside the anus, and followed up with a roving finger. Catherine knew her lack of a prostate meant less arousal, but it was still there, and she remembered Miss James saying, at that awful time with the anal plugs, that the female could be thrilled as well via the vagina and the womb. Wasn’t that it? Anyway, by golly she did get more than a hint of that frisson. (Why did she think of it in French? Because she’d come to appreciate it in France? Oh God, she was mixed up!)

They washed their hands at a sink and looked at Hutton as if to say “Next! Another intimate moment!” He lost no time in coming to the most interesting part of her anatomy. It was very like the examination Dr Fauré had given her, and was just as embarrassing. The boys were understandably invited to digitally examine the vulva and its contents, and it was not surprising that she quickly came to that crucial point where her abdomen sucked in and she panted and clenched her fists as she willingly entered orgasm. The boys, understandably, were fascinated, and the well-informed Hutton told them all about the phenomenon, and they shouldn’t be embarrassed when it occurred. He gave a sideways glance at the girl, and added that it was a natural reaction to stimulus of the vulvar region, particularly the clitoris. As they were able to demonstrate themselves.

There followed a remarkable session of careful concentration on that little interesting piece, and a succession of thrills one after another for the obliging volunteer. She was sweating after all this and was given a sponge bath by a helpful youth who took his time and had to be hurried along by the rest. He was just finishing when Dr Hall returned, to close the session and thank the girl (whose name he’d forgotten) for her useful willingness to be an object lesson in gynaecological anatomy. The boys applauded her and left, some hitching their trousers significantly and looking at each other with big eyes, being promised other demonstrations like this. Catherine trembled at hearing this but put a brave face on it and accepted a ride back to the estate from two of her audience, a seventeen-year-old high school student who was “thinking of medicine” when he got to university, and his cousin, only fourteen, along for the ride so to speak and practically incoherent in his response to the exhibition.

“I didn’t think it’d be like that,” he burbled, “I just knew she would be naked. It was … very … interesting.” He glanced at her, sitting in the front seat still with a rosiness in her cheeks. The older boy laughed.

“Let’s be honest, for God’s sake! You went along, Jimmy, because you wanted to see a naked girl. But I bet you were surprised when you got to touch – when you were told to touch her in all those places!”

Catherine made a small whimper at this, and the boy laughed a bit louder.

“Oh yes,” he said cheerfully, “there were several of us there who responded to the news. We probably had no intention of a medical career, but this chance was too good to pass up. I’m serious, in a half-hearted way, about studying medicine at uni, but I must admit it won’t all be like that show, particularly playing with your little man! That’s what you call it, right?”

“I’ve never called it that,” she replied a little frostily, “but I have heard it. ‘Little man in a boat’, but I’m damned if I know why.”   

“It’s a visual thing,” he said. “If the clitoris stands up and pokes out from between the vulva lips, it’s rather like a man standing up in a canoe. Or maybe piloting some narrow boat like a kayak. I bet someone noticed that and made a metaphor out of it.”

“Yes!” said the younger boy excitedly. “That’s exactly what it was like!” He looked at Catherine, who unaccountably blushed. Again.

“Well,” said the other, “I must admit the prospect of another session like this is attractive. I’m not sure how it’ll work for us though – I mean Dr Hall wouldn’t be so accommodating as Chris Hutton, now would he? But it’s good to contemplate.”

She heard him and heaved a deep sigh. Her public shaming was going to continue one way or another. For how long, though? How long!

 

First year gym class, helps with shower

Matthew wondered why the touchy Scot didn’t like him. Maybe she was one of those very female women (he had difficulty in expressing his thought) – how did they say, who was fed up with their age-long subservience to men and retaliated by hating and demeaning them whenever they could? God knows they had a point, and Matthew actually sympathised, so he tried not to feel resentful of how Miss Cramond treated him, though he resolved to speak to her about it and see if he could convince her he was on her side. But that was probably far off, for she seemed to take a fiendish delight in embarrassing him, as she could, since a gym practice gave lots of possibilities for a red face.

When he got to the gym, he found twenty or so young girls who would be the new intake, and so hadn’t had a chance to see him. They were lined up underneath the hanging rings, standing straight and stiff, their hands by their sides, staring ahead like statues, or the Guards at Buckingham Palace, and seemed to be frozen in fright. Miss Cramond had evidently convinced them to be obedient by swishing that switch of hers. She looked at Matthew and a sort of sneer curled her lips.

“Right!” she said. “Stand there in front of the class. Now girls, this boy is going to join the class today. You may see him like this again, and probably in other classes through the day and through the year.”

She looked meaningfully at him, and he swallowed and gave a little nod of the head, wondering however just how long he’d continue to be a class clown for everyone. When would Mrs Crossley ask for him back? But oh God, he’d be sent away from Catherine! It always came back to that.

“And just so that you may become accustomed to the fact of his presence, as you should be accustomed to your special gym costume, I’m ordering you now to take off your knickers.”

They turned to look at her in horror, with a squeal or two, but saw she was adamant. Slowly they took down their knickers, going very red, no doubt wondering why they were shamed like this in front of a strange boy, who looked at the process with what they saw as rude pleasure.

“Right then! You realise now that anyone, including this boy, will be able to see up your skirt when you’re climbing those ropes, for instance, or vaulting over the horse.”

There were a few muted cries, besides a mortified silence.

“But,” she told them with relish, swishing her switch, “he will also be at a disadvantage. Raven! Undress.”

The class broke into excited squeals and laughter as they realised what was to happen, and he flushed and put his hands to his shirt. Golly! This boy was taking off his clothes in front of them!

There he was, finally, naked yet once more, shielding his manhood behind sweating hands, waiting for her command to stand straight and reveal all. But she wanted to make a point.

“He will be able to see your bottom and your private place, yes, but not all the time. And you will not wear knickers in this class for the very reason that you’ll be reminded that you are, for the time being, in total submission to me. As you are in total submission to all the teachers. I am allowing the boy visual access to your bodies to underline that fact, but he too is in submission to me and other adults, so I am evening the score, shall we say, by having him stark naked as he participates in the class, and he will be on constant view to you, you will be able to look at his bottom, to see all his private places, all the time. In doing this, and I’m being quite open with you, I’m doing two things – reminding you of your status and the consequences for many of you of previous intransigence (and a warning for the future), and also to let you know that the boy is below you, being a mere boy, a figure of fun to laugh at and to humiliate. Now! Form a line here under the rings, the boy on the end. Watch me carefully, and in your turn do what I do to exercise on the rings.”

She leapt up to take hold of the rings and swung her legs up and down, turned a somersault and several other movements, while the class looked up at her, Matthew being quite surprised at her athletic prowess. But could he do all that? And the girls, God, he’d see their arses and cunnies again. Oh no! The very thought brought an unwelcome hardening of the penis, which no one noticed since he was on the end of the line. But oh …. “Oh no, no,” he thought, “I’ve got to reach up and grasp those rings, and hang there – I can’t hide my balls, and my prick will erect!” 

The teacher finished her remarkably sinuous movements and dropped to the floor, not in the least out of breath, to command the first girl to try to do the same. The girl tugged at the hem of her gym slip, without much effect, and swallowed, realising her coming exposure, then leapt up bravely to catch the rings and hang for a moment, blushing to know that the skirt had ridden up and that the boy could probably see everything. Cramond called out to make her raise her feet and try to perform those gyrations she’d seen. She made an attempt, but was soon told to come down – “You will get the hang of it, Angela, in time. Next!” She grinned at her weak pun, and a few sycophant girls tittered. Matthew had enjoyed the continued exposure of her bum and her cunny, and his penis was a bit harder, though the fear of his own exposure seemed to temper his excitement.

As the girls went through the motions they became increasingly adept, but they betrayed signs of utter mortification and lined behind the naked boy after their turn, giving him angry scowls, though some had anticipatory grins, thinking of his turn. He knew he would get no sympathy when he showed them his own body.

Then it was his turn, and he resolved to do his utmost to perform well, trying to rid his mind of those bawdy eyes giving vengeful stares at his arse, and then at his erection, as they were sent over to see all his nudity. He swung his legs up and down, separating them to reveal the penis, turning the body up and over in a somersault, using his strong muscles to move himself in what the girls privately thought was a beautiful motion, as they feasted their eyes on that intriguing projection between those naked legs, shining in their sweat.

He was made to use the rings much longer than the others, some because this was an extended humiliation, but mostly because he proved he could exercise like this better than the rest, and Miss Cramond used him as an example of what could be done. There was also an element of grudging admiration on her part for the able agility of the boy, combined with a cruel emphasis on his evident desperate embarrassment.

Finally however he was allowed to hang there, blatantly showing his red face and his purple glans, for the girls to investigate at will. The dour teacher thoughtfully placed a sheet on the floor just in case of accidents, and stared at him as if in invitation. The girls surrounded him and were not shy to touch him and feel those muscles, gaze with amusement into his eyes as they put a hand to his bum, to his seam (Part your legs!) and his ballocks, which they weighed in their small hands and felt those funny little balls inside, and latterly that threatening penis, stiff and stark and attractive, by gosh! Oh thank you, Miss Cramond! When he came, jerking his body as he hung there, the girls gave cries of amazement and disgust, as well as laughter at shaming this fool of a boy, and Miss Cramond looked on with sardonic sneer at their initiation. They’d see more, she knew, when the boy was smacked at the dormitory, and this would encourage their tolerance of the otherwise rather austere treatment they’d receive at this Academy. She hoped he’d be kept for a very long time, and decided to plead with Mrs Grainger for an extension of his visit well beyond the original idea.  


He was allowed a while to recover from his exertions and his ejaculation (a girl being commissioned to remove the sticky sheet to the laundry basket), and the class got on with climbing ropes, which gave him welcome views of their nether parts, and vaulting over the horse, and then he was invited to do the same to demonstrate how to do it. This was a welcome view for the girls, as he spread those strong bronzed limbs and showed that interesting muscle again, close to renewing its amazing hardness. All too soon though the lesson was over and they were sent to the showers. Miss Cramond made a decision about that which she intended to institute, namely that the girls would shower with the boy, and get used to his eyeing them up, an equalisation again for their constant staring at his genitals. They naturally shrieked about this, while Matthew gave a tired sigh.  Naturally the girls attacked him with soap and smiles, and again naturally he came with a loud cry of release. Then the drying, and their enthusiasm naturally prompted them to bring him to orgasm a third time. He was exhausted when he got back to his room and just collapsed on his bed. But he had a faint smile on his face as he fell asleep.  

“Catherine,” said Abigail after supper, “you’re going back to St Vincent’s tomorrow for your first bath.” She looked with pleasure at the devastated girl, whose lip trembled and whose eyes closed in awful imagination. “Mr Bradley telephoned to ask, and I assured him it was fine. It’s earlier than expected, but evidently there’s an important person who wants to witness it. You realise Mrs G gave me carte blanche for things like this in her absence, don’t you? You’ll be leaving at ten, so you’ll be got ready about 9 or so. Yes, it’s interesting to look forward to, isn’t it?” She left with a contemptuous laugh, and Catherine could only look after her with tears in her eyes.


“M. Bauvais? M. Bauvais? Is that you hiding down there? Come out where we can see you better. Yes, that’s right, that’s right. Look, my hands are empty. You needn’t fear me. I just want to ask you a question or two, that’s all. Yes, that’s all. Now—watch it! Grab him! Don’t let him— Oh for God’s sake. Lie there, you bastard! Don’t move! Don’t move a muscle! Ferrier, keep him there till we get things tidied. Now, my friend, about these questions….”
 
 
 
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Tuesday 1st September

St Vincent’s gymnasium; Matthew sees more of Erika; art and anatomy

 

When she got back to her room after breakfast, she found Abigail sorting through her clothes. “Right, this is what you’ll wear,” said the older girl. “Look: change into this outfit. Camisole, the short one here, knickers – this pair – the new little ones from Mr Jackson, this skirt, stockings, and your usual shoes. You’ll be indoors, so you don’t really need a blouse. All right, the car’ll be at the door at ten.” With a cheerful smile, her nemesis left, and she was left to contemplate the transparent panties and the short skirt that promised more. She didn’t know how she’d get through this, but at least it would be over by midday, surely, and then she’d lie down and recover. Only grin and bare it, as that horrid boy had said at the party…. 

She arrived to acclaim by a small crowd of boys aged about 14 to16. She stepped out of the car and saw that they were fascinated by her paltry attire, and she was sure that she’d revealed her charms as she came out. She was escorted to the gymnasium, where a large bathtub was displayed, being filled with steaming water by a procession of boys of about twelve. The place soon filled with excited boys, and some of the staff, and she saw Sir Bertram seated at the very front beside Bradley. Catherine stood there twisting her hands in desperation, dreading what was to come. Evidently it was to be a very public bath, and she was dying slowly as she looked out at the array of eager faces. Several boys were carrying Brownie cameras, and she knew choice views of her ablutions would be making the rounds, probably enlarged to show every delicate fold, every blushing piece of her.

The bath finally had enough water, and Bradley gave a signal. Four boys sprang into action and surrounded her, slowly removing her clothes, to the noisy appreciation of their peers. Her shoes and stockings went first, then her short skirt, and a subdued roar went up as the boys saw her skimpy transparency of panties. They were removed lovingly by a lucky pair of boys, and finally her camisole joined the small pile of clothes at the side. When she was naked she tried to cover herself, but they seized her hands and deliberately showed her to the multitude, who were now making a bawdy din that echoed through the room. She was led round the room so that all could get a good view of her, front and back, and the noise was tremendous. Bradley had a grim sneer on his face, and the governor was sitting forward with staring eyes and licking his lips. She raised her eyes and saw some of the boys she knew – Robert Briggs, grinning from ear to ear, and Smith and Westaway, the seventeen-year-olds who had given her the enema with such enthusiasm. And there was dear Nicholas, looking dismayed at the same time as he displayed an alert keenness of his eyes, yielding to his adolescent urgings like the rest.

Two boys stepped forward, one older, from the prefects group, and one a year younger, she thought, who seized her and lifted her up to deposit her in the bath, where the others held her so that she couldn’t hide. Then all four soaped up and started the process, with delighted grins on their faces as their hands roamed over her body. The audience followed their every move, shouting out encouragement, and yelling in glee when the hands reached a sensitive area. She naturally was scarlet and panting, and waiting for the inevitable arousal. Hands followed the curves of her bum, sought the central hole to fondle it and investigate its mystery. At that point she found herself pushing back at the fingers, trying (God, no!) to increase the erotic feelings of those many nerves around the sphincter that Miss James had mentioned. But then other hands were at her belly, her delta, smoothing their salacious way across that shaven mound to cup it, stroke it, tickle it, find the very visible slit of her vulva, and open it – it opened itself, it threw open the lips as if to say welcome to the fingers that probed, that found the vagina, the urethra, the clitoris. She was attacked on all fronts – four boys with eight hands, quite enough to cover her tender places, her breasts, with erect hard nipples, her behind and her anus, her groin and her cunny, all of her shameful spots, openly handled, to be seen by the raucous crowd of lecherous adolescence and coaxed into frenzied arousal. She came, and they whistled and cheered, but the boys carried on, changing their targets, and persuading her to come again. Each boy had a chance at her clitoris, and each was able to bring her to orgasm at least once.

When they saw she was exhausted they lifted her out and began to dry her. This took a little while, because each had to ensure her perfect dryness, so felt her all over, every fold of skin, every nook of her body, all the while ensuring her nudity was visible to the noisy audience. She raised her eyes again and locked stares with Nicholas, who was gazing at her with open desire in his eyes. He blushed, but held his gaze, then bit his lip and shook his head, as if to say I can’t do anything about it, but I admit I lust for you. I’m sorry for your torment, but I can’t help wanting you, wanting to fuck you, even like I did before.
 


She looked away, realising that she echoed his desire, hoping she hadn’t betrayed her own, and saw Bradley and Sir Bertram leaning forward, intent on the spectacle. The headmaster caught her eye, and bared his teeth in a fearful smile. She could only look at him accusingly and hope he saw how she despised him. Her gaze shifted to the lascivious governor, who was quite evidently lusting after her, and she tried to convey the same loathing, but it was really no use, they had no shame at all, while she, she had shame, oh yes, an almost suffocating shame that threatened to overwhelm her. But maybe she could be brave – Matthew would tell her that – and bear the assault on her modesty with stoicism. And anyway, didn’t Matthew say she had a beautiful body? Let them see it, be proud of it, flaunt it in their prurient faces. She’d show them! Oh no, she cried silently, I am showing them, showing them everything, so they can gloat at my nakedness, my secret parts, my private corners, oh God!  

When she was declared dry, Bradley arose, and went out with Madison, talking quietly and probably laying plans for another exhibition. The boys got her into her skimpy clothes and escorted her out, followed by an enormous chorus of cheers from the school. Catherine kept her trembling lips together, and her eyes steadfastly fixed on the ground, refusing to meet the lubricious stares of her randy admirers. They put her into the car and waved goodbye, grinning and assuring her she’d be very welcome back. She ignored them and sat in quiet tears till they were back at Summerton. It was nearly lunch time, but she just stripped and crawled into bed, willing herself to sleep.

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“Tell him … I thank him. Tell him I forgive him….”
 
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Matthew & Erika

“Matthew,” said Abigail after breakfast, “you’re wanted by Erika Benz again. Go to her digs. It’s the cottage along to the west with roses all over it. All right? That’s at ten. Miss Thorburn wants another art class, that’ll be after lunch. My, what a full productive life you lead! Contributing to the education, the language and art of so many young people! You should be proud. Yes, you’re performing a public service. Ha!” she brayed in laughter, “it’s a pubic service. Ha!” She enjoyed her joke, and he looked at her sourly. Would she ever tire of humiliating him? No, and Catherine was in the same spot. Wearily he went to the library and tried to get some enthusiasm going for the salacious books, but couldn’t concentrate. His lovely girl was off to St Vincent’s for another exposure, and Lydia G even now was probably devising another means of giving them red faces, maybe in collusion with the salacious so-called poet.

Towards ten he made his way to the haphazard row of cottages a little distance from the school and found the rose-covered one with no difficulty. He knocked on the door, idly wondering why they weren’t meeting at the German room. Just to sketch out plans, maybe? The door opened and the young teacher welcomed him in. “Come through here, Matthew,” she said, inviting him into the living room-cum-study that seemed the pattern in these little houses. She had only recently moved in, and furnishings were sparse, but there were two comfortable-looking chairs and a table piled with books and papers.

“Here!” She handed him a glass, and he automatically raised it to his lips. “Prosit!” She tossed back her own drink, and he imitated her like the naïve innocent he was (or had been). Of course the liquor, to which he was not accustomed, made him cough, and tears came to his eyes. She laughed and said merely “You will get used to it, Matthew! Have another!”

She filled his glass, and he found his voice. “I—I don’t think I should—”

“Oh come, Matthew,” she said, “one is never enough. Now make yourself comfortable. Take your shoes off, like me.” He looked down to see her bare feet, and thought he might as well. Sitting down in one of the comfortable chairs he took of his shoes, thought a bit, and then his socks. He flexed his toes on the sheepskin rug and smiled at the feeling. “It’s pleasant, isn’t it, with bare feet?” She moved her right foot on top of his left, and stroked it. The sensation was quite erotic, and he shivered in surprise. Deciding that he should make conversation before they got on to talking about the lessons, he asked her about herself.

“Oh, as I told the class, Matthew, I am from the old university town of Heidelberg. Though I was born in Nuremberg, where the Master Singers were, to the east, in Bavaria. I’m twenty years old and a few months. I was over here in England intending to spend a year improving my English, before I go to university back home. Then someone suggested I apply for this teaching position, which had become available, and I was accepted. I am very glad I did. The conditions are excellent, and I must say I was very pleased to meet you!”

He blushed and gulped his drink. She laughed and laid a hand on his thigh. “Yes, Matthew. I was pleased, and my girls were pleased too. Having you as a model was a very good idea. I thank Mlle Maury for that.” His blush grew and he bit his lip. “Listen, Matthew. I tell you seriously, your body is admirable. I mean I, and the girls too, admire your body, how it is made. Miss Thorburn was talking in the staff room about it, the proportions of your limbs, the relative length of arms and legs, the dimensions of your torso, the elegance of your behind.”

He looked away and took a swig of his drink, then summoned up courage to protest, “But it was … embarrassing—”

“Yes, Matthew, perhaps for you, and perhaps for one or two of the girls as well, but all in all it was a beautiful show, the girls learned things, and got to enjoy the sight of a beautiful body. Yes, Matthew, don’t doubt me – you have a beautiful body which deserves to be seen and admired. You should be proud of it.”

He swallowed and said “I see what you’re saying, Miss—”

“No, please, call me Erika! We must be friends.”

“Erika,” he repeated, “listen, I’m not being coy or whatever, false modesty and all that. I really do think my body is reasonably nice-looking, and other people have told me that. But my modesty is real, I mean I don’t like being seen naked. I’m embarrassed, it—”

“What does it do, Matthew? How do you feel? Do you get hot, or shivery, or what?”

He stared at her. “All of that. But at the same time….” He finished his drink and put the glass down. Erika sat beside him and put her arm round his shoulders.

“Yes,” she said. “Hot and shivery, like a fever or ague. And a fear of eyes devouring your bare body, laughing in derision.  But if there is no derision, if there is wonder and admiration, then one can enjoy the attention, glory in one’s nakedness, accept the laughter of joy, have delight in giving delight. And the ultimate point of that is….” She put a hand to the buttons of his shirt.

As if in a dream he allowed her to unbutton his shirt and pull it off. She looked at him and smiled. Then she was at his waist and the buttons of his fly. She stood up and raised him by his armpits, and he stood dumbly in a strange withdrawn otherness as she gradually rendered him naked. He looked at her and drew breath to speak, but stopped as she stood in front of him and, with a smile of her own, began to shed her clothes. When she was as bare as he, he saw that she was just an inch taller than he, with nice breasts a little larger than Catherine’s (who was, he supposed, his pattern), slim build, narrow waist, a little broader in the beam, but not too much.  A pubis adorned with a small bush of hair that did not cover the slit of her vulva, which was quite long. She turned round to show her backside, and he smiled to appreciate the round buttocks. He put out his hand to touch her there, and she started, then obligingly leaned forward to proffer her bum for his attention.

His dream continued as he fondled her backside, daring to put a finger to her … Arschloch, yes! Then her front, her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her cunt!

*   *   *

An hour later he roused himself. “Erika,” he murmured, “I’ll … have to be going. Thank you for letting me … fuck you.”

She grinned contentedly. “Our verb is ficken, Matthew, it’s the same originally I suppose. Du hast mich voll gut gefickt, mein Schatz. Danke. But yes, we should get dressed. It will be lunch soon I think.”

As he gathered his clothes and began to dress, she looked at him and stretched her own beautiful bareness, and said “Please don’t be afraid, Matthew, of letting the girls see you, and handle you too. Drink up their glances, glory in your nakedness, and relish the pleasure of your climax.”

He did up his buttons and said “All right, Erika, I’ll try. You’ve maybe given me some courage. Let me kiss you.” They embraced, and he went on his way, leaving her with a lasting grin to see him off at the door. He looked back and was startled to see her, still naked, waving goodbye. He smiled again and returned to the house, where he washed himself thoroughly, feeling guilty about the sexual sweat he had produced.

 
 
It’s probably true, though, he thought, maybe I should be pleased girls want to see me naked, admire my bum, touch my prick, excite me till I come? And let me admit, to come in orgasm is pleasurable. Maybe he could manage to enjoy the next German class, which would probably be next Monday, perhaps? All right. Brace yourself. Enjoy yourself. So what then, about French for instance? Was Abigail waiting till Mrs G returned? He resolved to ask her. But he’d better not seem too eager. He wasn’t actually, when you came down to it. He was still afraid of the laughing eyes of the girls, and their inquisitive hands. He acknowledged a mixture of feelings – sexual excitement and shivering shame. Was that normal? Did Catherine feel the same? He tried to remember what she’d said that time…. Now that they had no secrets, though, they could have a frank discussion about their feelings, and what they expected of the other. She seemed to have forgiven him, or understood, anyway, his own adventures with other girls, at least those he’d told her about. And this had been yet another one….

The thought went through his head that Mrs G and Abigail were probably planning to have his girl deflowered sometime in the future, and publicly too. She’d been lucky so far, but it was surely only a matter of time. And, he was glumly sure, it wouldn’t be he that was delegated to take the bloom from the rose. But, he consoled himself, he had already plucked her flower, and a wonderful experience it had been. He couldn’t bear thinking of someone else fucking her. How would she feel? As for him, he admitted he’d be jealous of someone other than himself getting so intimate – but surely she didn’t belong to him, like a wife or a slave or a horse, for God’s sake. He didn’t have the right to insist on her keeping herself for him. After all (conscience declared), he had been happily fucking other girls. But how would she feel? That was it. If she wanted another boy to fuck her, it was her decision, her want, and he couldn’t protest. Though he did want her to want him…. God! What a mess they were in!   Oh, it was silly, he’d had this argument with himself before, and nothing came out of it. At lunch he thought about Catherine, wondering whether to tell her about Erika, but the idea went out of his head when Abigail told him not to forget about the art class that afternoon.

“Oh God,” he said, “I’d forgotten. It is just one class, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” said Abigail, “just one class, the second year, about thirty or so girls of twelve and thirteen. Most haven’t seen a nude model, so it’ll be very instructive for them. I told Miss Thorburn that she should give an anatomy lesson to start with. Isn’t that a good idea?”

Matthew swallowed but made no reply. He looked down at his plate and sighed. After the meal, which he had little appetite for, he went to the bathroom, where he made sure he was clean all over, especially his admired arsehole. He arrived at the art room to find it seemingly packed with excited girls, who on seeing him gave a concerted gasp of anticipation. They had evidently heard from others what to expect, and their expressions ranged from healthy curiosity to unconcealed bawdy amusement. Off to the side there was a steel framework that was evidently designed to house clothes hangers, although none were there, so he wouldn’t be using any costumes, it seemed. Miss Thorburn welcomed Matthew and introduced him to the class, then asked him to undress. As he did so he saw the faces of thirty-odd young females go from pale to rosy, their quizzical frowns to delighted grins, and their bored glances to sparkling eyes intent on the unveiling. Finally he stood before them, blushing, his head drooping, hands by his sides – why bother to try to hide? Miss Thorburn hushed the class, which was buzzing with muttered comments, and asked them to attend to a little lecture.

“Here, class, we have a naked boy to draw. In art, we call him a nude. Before we draw him however we thought you should be instructed in the general shape of the body. Some of it (most of it) is identical to yours, obviously, but we’ll concentrate on the differences. Turn around, Matthew. Now look at the back. See the way the spine comes down to the buttocks.” She traced it with her finger. “The buttocks themselves now. These are nicely formed. See the roundness of the cheeks, the nates, the gluteal muscles, the dimple where the behind meets the thigh, and the interesting cleft – the natal or anal cleft – which leads down inevitably to the anus itself. Bend forward, Matthew. That’s it.” She parted his cheeks to show his anus, and the class giggled. “Now, girls, why laugh? Each of you has one too. Here is the so-called seam, or perineum, between the anus and the genitals. It’s also called from the Greek word for seam, ‘rhaphe’.” She spelled it out. “If he were a girl you’d see the vulva right there. All right, Matthew, turn round.”

He turned to show his penis, which was trying to do something untoward, and the girls oohed and aahed.

“Girls! Behave! Now let’s examine the front. These are his pectoral, or chest, muscles. See the areolae of his breasts. Notice the shape of the ribcage.”

She asked them to admire his flat belly, notice his hip bones, the relative length and girth of his thighs, the shape of his shins, the delicate form of his feet. Then the pubic hair, which she stroked affectionately. Then of course his genitals.

“Now pay attention, girls. See the way the penis here sits on top of the scrotum, this bag here which contains two testicles, little round glands, sometimes vulgarly called ‘balls’ or ‘ballocks’. Just a minute.”

She turned to a large pad of paper hoisted on an easel and quickly sketched a very good large reproduction of his penis and balls.

“This is what they look like at rest, or flaccid, when they’re not aroused by anything. I suggest you all quickly make a sketch of this area. Now.”

They sprang into activity, and Matthew was beginning to feel hot. Thank goodness Miss Thorburn wasn’t handling him much! She leaned towards him and said “Matthew, it’s good that you’re flaccid. I’m doing this in case you erect later on. All right?” He swallowed and nodded, knowing full well how the lesson would finish.

“Right now! All done? So, to continue, take careful note of his genitals. This, as I said, is called the scrotum, or ball-bag , shall we say, which will either show the two testicles hanging down, or just be a round container. Notice the wrinkles on the skin. Miss Huxton told me that the word is probably from a Latin word, scrautum, meaning a leather quiver for arrows. An ammunition bag, you might say!” The girls tittered. “However! Now the penis.” She stroked it, and it began to react. “You’ll see the veins in there. I must say it’s good to see the whole area of the loins browned from the sun. Isn’t it?” The girls agreed with smiles and nods. “Now the penis changes its shape when the boy get sexually excited – it gets bigger and longer, and the hood of skin at the end, the prepuce or foreskin, retracts to bare the head, or the ‘glans’, with the little slit on the point, through which he’ll pee.” They giggled, and Matthew’s penis was beginning to get a little more stiff. Miss Thorburn let go his organ and he began to breathe more normally.

“Now, perhaps a closer examination is called for. Up you come, front row first, to examine the area. Get familiar with it. Then we’re going to draw it very carefully. Right! Jocelyn, you first.” A thirteen-year-old with shining eyes came forward, followed by the line of her fellows, to peer closely at his penis and lift a tentative hand to feel the soft skin. The penis trembled, as did Matthew, and it was not long till his organ awoke to point out at the girls, who viewed the development with more exclamations. By the time they had all felt his member it was rock hard (at which they commented) and pointing up at the ceiling. “Now, class!” cried Miss Thorburn, “I’m asking you to draw the erect penis. You very rarely see this in art, but you should know how to do it. Matthew, put your hands behind your head, that’s it, and maybe thrust your pelvis out. Like that, yes, very good.”

She went round the class commenting and correcting, and Matthew stood there stiff and stark and scarlet, hoping he wasn’t betraying himself with that pre-ejaculation moisture that the doctor had mentioned that time. How long ago? God, it wasn’t that long, but what had happened in between? A lifetime of shameful exposure. And here was another show for giggling girls (who made no secret of their gloating admiration of his cock), who will have their own souvenirs of his genitals….

“Miss,” said one pert child, “it’s going down!”

The class tittered, and the teacher bit her lip and said “Oh, Matthew! Sorry, I think we should keep it up as long as possible. Jocelyn, maybe you should do it, and Maisie too. Come out.” They advanced eagerly on the trembling boy and were instructed to deliberately bring him erect, Jocelyn to stroke the penis, and Maisie to finger his anus.

“What?” she said, “put my finger up his bum!”

“Why yes,” said the teacher. “It’s perfectly clean, isn’t it, Matthew?” He swallowed and said yes, he’d just washed it. The girl was dubious but poked her Vaselined finger at him anyway, and he relaxed his sphincter to allow her to explore his colon. In went the finger, and the girl evidently enjoyed the novel exercise, pushing in and pulling out, till enjoined by Miss Thorburn to find a little bump in there and massage it. She found the prostate with no difficulty, and between them the girls brought Matthew to a satisfying erection once more. “Thank you, girls! Now wipe your hands and finish your drawings.”

The last portion of the class was devoted to quick studies of various positions of the naked body, some of which inevitably had his genitals front and centre, and some with a side view showing the erection jutting forth, he holding the top bar on the framework, while others displayed his arse, especially revealing his anus. The girls were vocal in their appreciation of the nude model, and he sought his clothes again despondently. Miss Thorburn thanked him again, alarming him by talking about “next time”, but he just nodded hopelessly and made noises of agreement.

As they got ready for tea Abigail was in a good humour, telling the rest of the crew that she’d been talking to the art teacher, who had been pleased about Matthew’s performance. “The girls were evidently charmed to see a nude subject up close,” she said. “I told her I thought they could usefully concentrate on one piece of you – the feet, maybe, which are really nice-looking. Mrs G was commenting on that way back (although you’d obviously have to be naked anyway, wouldn’t you?) and at some point your arse, getting the curves right, and your arsehole, yes?”

He clenched his teeth and said “They – they already did that—”

“Yes, but not the whole hour, not in real detail. So anyway, that’s what she’s going to do next time. Isn’t that nice?”

The others laughed and teased him, and he could only sit there with a flush on his face, thinking in dread of the coming weeks. More exposure to art classes, French and German classes, anatomy classes, to girls his own age, to girls a little older, to girls of twelve and thirteen, oh God! And baths from the girls, and spankings on the bare arse and being made to ejaculate in front of them all—! And, oh God in Heaven! Knowing that Catherine was being degraded over at the boys’ school!


Tea that afternoon was a quiet affair somehow; everyone seemed withdrawn in their own way. When Matthew looked at his lover he saw resignation and tiredness, yet a gleam of comradely love in her eyes. Later that night they held each other without speaking much, and knew they were contemplating a long stretch of unbearable mortification. Then they kissed sadly and went to their beds.




Wednesday 2nd September

Catalogue, swim class in town. C on sheets and carpets

“Miss Davenant has come to collect you. Isn’t that kind of her?”

He stared at her foolishly and foolishly asked “Why?”

“It’s another swimming class of course,” said Abigail in exasperation. “Really, how stupid can you get? Have you forgotten what happened? She’s out there waiting in her little car. Hurry now.”

She watched as he put the books he was dealing with on a shelf and turned with a defeated expression to leave the room.

“You don’t seem very enthusiastic. Can it be because you know all you’re really going to do is show your rude bits to forty girls or so? And you don’t like that, do you?” She piled on the taunts.

“They’ll look at you and see every inch of you. Hah! What is it again? Six and a bit inches, isn’t it? And you’ll be upright, won’t you, waving your cock like a flag in their faces! With any luck you’ll actually come in front of them, you’ll get your thrill and they’ll get theirs, and everyone will be happy. Hm! So Miss D will bring you back sometime in the afternoon I suppose. Off you go.”

He made his way out to where a little sporty car was idling. Millie Davenant smiled gaily at him and waved.

“Hello, Matthew! It’s good to see you again. Did you have a nice summer? Mrs Grainger sent me a long letter about her French holiday, and your part in it. Oh, look, you seem to have got a tan! It looks very good on you. And is it all over, eh?” She laughed mischievously and started to drive off.

“Well now, you really must fill in some details of your adventures. We haven’t really talked, have we? So start. I’ll be interested to hear your side of things, see your perspective.”

.   .   .

“But tell me please, do you want me to wear that suit? I haven’t got one, you know.” He looked at her with a pleading expression. Surely she wouldn’t shame him like that again!

“Hell, no,” she replied, “I’m not sure where I put it. So you can just swim naked. You do all the time, don’t you?”

He groaned and stammered something, but she dismissed his anxiety and laughed.

“Oh no, Matthew! The girls liked you au naturel from the start last time. And believe me,” she turned her head dangerously away from the road to look him in the eye, “you have such a nice-looking body that it’s a shame to cover it up with anything. The girls will be enchanted – they’ve been looking forward to this all summer! And then, if you do go erect, they’ll be thrilled. What?”

She looked at him again. She couldn’t be that blind, could she?

“Miss Davenant,” he said in a trembling voice, “I just know I’m going to get an erection. I bet the girls are counting on it. But for God’s sake have some feeling for me. I’m still embarrassed to be seen naked, it’s paralysingly awful to me when anyone sees me naked. I know an awful lot have seen my … me naked, but I’m still not used to it. It … it sort of chokes me, as if I’m suffocating, my heart beats extra fast, and I know I break out in a sudden sweat. You’ve no idea how I feel, with everyone’s eyes on me, on especially a part of me that no-one – at least no strangers, and God, no girls! – had ever seen before Spring, before I came to Summerton. All right,” he continued, “I maybe have a good body, but it’s private! But no,” his voice sank to a whisper, “it’s not private any more….”

She nodded as if she understood, and even sympathised, though a little smile played on her lips as they entered the town.

“Well, Matthew, here we are! See you shortly. Leave your clothes in the dressing room, you know the way, shower, and come up to the poolside. ’Bye!”

The girls were in the dressing room before him, and were already in their swimming costumes to look at him expectantly as if to invite him to perform. But they did expect him, and invite him, to perform, didn’t they? He looked at them as they sat on the benches, and swallowed in nervousness. God give me strength! First, undress!
 


He took off his clothes and laid them garment by garment on one of the benches, close to a shapely blonde girl in a frilly blue costume who gazed up at him with a complacent smugness that irritated him, but he suppressed his tongue, being in no position of strength, and proceeded to the shower, visible to all as he stood under the spray and soaped off what dirt had accumulated since he last bathed. He came out and wondered about a towel, but shrugged. He’d soon be wet again. And using it as concealment was no use. Still, he covered his genitals with shaking hands and walked past the giggling girls out and up to the pool. He wasn’t surprised to see a sizeable audience sitting on the seats round the pool, for that was the way he’d left it, all those months ago, and he had no doubt Millie Davenant had alerted those interested about what was to happen. He was greeted with a loud welcome from the girls and their friends, and the session got off to a good start as the blushing nude led the swimmers in revealing warm-up exercises which persuaded his penis to wake up and come to a slightly extended position promising to erect any moment. That didn’t happen right away, though.  

It was very much like the last time, and the girls were just as bawdy and the audience just as coarse in the comments they made. Matthew did his dives and his strokes, and endured the touch of tentative fingers feeling his muscles – ah there it was, the point of no return, and he erected quite violently in the face of a fifteen-year-old siren who squealed and immediately set out to investigate this new muscle. He tore away and got to the side where he looked up at the sardonic eyes of Millie Davenant, who offered her hands to lift him out. The action was assisted by the siren and a friend who pushed his arse up out of the water. Another came to help Davenant, and he was finally out staring at the tiers of watchers. The girl pursued him out and grasped him round the waist with one hand while the other started to fondle his arse, then crept down to his perineum, and no! That was the straw that pushed him over the edge to a great display of orgasmic fervour. The girls watched fascinated till he was spent, and the teacher told him to sit down to recuperate. Owing to the particular circumstances, it wasn’t that long before Davenant stood over him to wink and say “Matthew, I see you’re in good shape again!”

He blushed some more and shifted, but saw no point in trying to cover himself. He expected some more salacious taunting but the period’s end came swiftly and the disappointed teenagers went off scowling. “Cheer up girls!” cried the teacher, “he’s still here! He’ll be with us again, don’t worry!” – At which Matthew could but groan, for he saw another term’s worth of humiliation looming.     

The next hour was just as bad and just as amusing for the girls and the extra friends who came to enjoy the fun, obviously not swimmers, but vastly interested in the proceedings, who gave him a rousing ovation when he finally spasmed in orgasm in front of them. Shortly after he was in the showers again, this time attended to by a throng of girls only a little older than he, and it was no wonder (although worthy of applause) that he rose again and delivered, albeit less copiously.

Davenant was dressed and impatient by then and merely yanked him out and into the car. “But M-Miss D-Davenant, I’m naked! For fuck’s sake!”

She laughed and sent a fourteen-year-old for his clothes, but didn’t let him put them on, and in fact kept them by her so that he couldn’t even use them to hide. So he was driven back to Summerton nude and trembling, another object of scorn and outrage and admiration from the citizens, and released to the tender mercies of Abigail, who thanked Millie for taking care of him. “That’s all right,” she laughed, “any old time! We’ll arrange something when Lydia comes home! But for the nonce, there’s another art class to consider!”

Matthew fled to his room and tried to calm his nerves, but he was still jittery at tea-time. That night he spoke with Catherine about her session at the high school, and wearily concluded that whether Mrs G was here or not, he’d be doing that too. And a lot of other things.

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Thursday 3rd September

Another dance class; “stimulation” at the Academy – and Catherine gets hair treatment

 
 
 

“This morning, Matthew,” said Abigail with a wide smile on her face, “we have another class – a dance class.”

He looked at her and gulped. Again! And he just knew it would be worse.

“Yes,” she said, “you’re to go to Miss Ford’s dance room at ten. In about an hour or so. She’ll be doing ballet steps, and I have no idea how she can accommodate you, but there it is. The class really enjoyed you last time, and they were all talking about it. So, off you go and stretch your muscles, and prepare for the exhibition!” She gave a sort of cackle and strode off, looking very pleased with herself for arranging another shameful session, and the boy hung his head and clenched his fists in impotent despair.

 

“Hello, Matthew!” Roberta Ford greeted him with a smile of real pleasure. “I’m so glad you’re back. We have a special ballet class today, and I know you haven’t learned any of the steps, but somehow I’m confident you’ll adapt very easily.”

He looked at the girls assembled before him, and saw they were only about fourteen or so. There were a few more than a dozen of them, and they were staring at him with anticipation. He was sure they had already heard of his qualities, and those who hadn’t seen him were obviously keen to witness what they’d heard about.

Miss Ford clapped her hands. “Now, girls, this is Matthew, who is a good dancer by himself, but he’s part of the class for now.” He tightened his lips at the warning that later he’d be dancing solo.

“He hasn’t got a leotard, yet.” The girls were all dressed in that seemingly skin-tight suit that showed off the lines of the body very well, and even the pubic mound, and if he tried he could make out (imagination?) the slit of the cunny. But he knew he’d be displaying a lot of his own body if he had to wear one. But—

“So for the moment I suggest he just dances without it.” Christ! She meant—

“Yes, Matthew, take off your clothes please.”

He gave a sort of plaintive mewing sound as he looked at the class looking at him, and slowly took off his trousers. They stood around in breathless silence, and the teacher went off to a corner to wind up a gramophone. When she was ready she came back to nod encouragement at the stripping boy, who thought there wasn’t much use in trying to hide. He had acquired a blush though, and looked down at the floor.

“Right now! Line up! Matthew, in the middle there I think. Stand by that bar on the wall, and take hold of it. It’s spelt b-a-r-r-e, by the way, the French way – most of our ballet terms are French, you may know. Right. Face left. My left! Now some simple exercises. Stand with your feet at a forty-five-degree angle for now. More or less. Audrey, don’t look so bewildered!  Now then, rise up on your toes and down again. Up on your toes and down again. We’ll do it to music shortly. Next time I promise you live music, to piano. But records will do now. Up on your toes and down again.”

Matthew was facing left, to see the lithe back of a girl he had seen in the German class, and admired the shape of her, the tightness of her arse, as she (God, yes) would be able to admire his when they reversed their positions. Then the instructor taught them what she called a plié, where the knees were bent out and the free hand brought to the neighbourhood of the groin. They were taught the half bend, or demi-plié, and the full bend, going down to a squat, throwing the free hand out to the side. Then the teacher altered the placing of the feet, showing them five basic positions for ballet. “There used to be ten of them,” she said, “but we only use five. So now repeat those moves in first position!” Matthew was enjoying it, though he still felt very nervous, and couldn’t help thinking of the possible denouement of all this. Miss Ford walked down the line, correcting the pupils’ stances as necessary, pausing when she came to Matthew to say with a pleased grin that he was getting it as if he’d been attending class for ages. He couldn’t believe that, and thought she was just being encouraging.

They faced the other way, and the girl he had been admiring had a view of his bare arse, and made pleased sounds. This time they were invited to put a foot on the barre and stretch. That meant a clear display of his genitals, and while Miss Ford was the only one able to see him properly Matthew felt awfully exposed. Then he realised the girl behind him had to be able to see his testicles at least. After a few similar exercises the gramophone was wound up and a couple of the girls asked to demonstrate their aptitude for the rest. This meant they gathered round in a semicircle, and he was immediately noticeable to them all. They drank in his nudity with amused expressions, which grew positively blatant when he was asked to do the same movements. So there he was, acquiring, as he knew he would, a good upstanding hard-on, to do his bends and gestures and open thighs and almost obscene showing off of his erection between those parted legs. All to music; and the class expressed their delight in the performance vocally, commenting on the fine movement of those muscles, and how it was good to see them so clearly on the bare body, while staring in glee at the one he blushed to display.

The last five minutes were spent in another impromptu naked solo, this time to another modern-sounding piece of music, by a composer named Erik Satie, whom Matthew had heard them talk about in Paris, and the girls were rapt at his performance. His erection never diminished, and when he looked any of them in the eyes he could see they were all fascinated, spell-bound, by that organ bobbing as he moved.

The class ended, and the girls applauded yet another interesting and unusual demonstration. Matthew donned his clothes and accepted a kiss from the teacher, who thanked him for being so cooperative and willing to try things. “We definitely must do this again, Matthew,” she said, “for the older girls. You will, won’t you?”

He swallowed and wondered how she could look at his obvious embarrassment – a scarlet face, a throbbing hard-on – and not know he was uncomfortable (to say the least!). But he muttered an “Oh, yes” with a heavy heart.     

“I’m calling it a ‘stimulation’. The idea is, Matthew, that you go over to the Academy and show yourself naked.” Abigail’s eyes twinkled in amusement. Matthew closed his own eyes and began to mutter protests, but the sadistic girl continued. “Yes, of course naked. That’s your whole purpose, we both know that. Anyway, this is of my devising. I’ve told Mrs G about it but she hasn’t written back yet. She may not agree, who knows? But for now you will be going over there to display your naked charms and be played with by the lucky girls. A lot of them. As many as are interested. In the dining hall, once they’re all cleared up. I arranged it with that sweet girl Dulcie Whatever, and I admit she wasn’t too keen, but I mentioned Mrs G and she quickly gave in. Frankly, I get a great feeling, wielding this delegated power. Ah yes. So anyway, you’ll go there and do exactly as you’re bid.  Understand? Say yes.”

He drew a sighing breath and muttered “Yes.”

“Right. Off you go. You won’t be long I suppose. Then back to your dirty books.” She gave a disgusted snort. “Off.”

He was met at the Academy door by a girl he didn’t recognise, but who certainly knew him, and blushed as she said greeting. “Come this way,” she said, leading him through a door he hadn’t noticed to a largish hall fitted with tables, evidently the dining room, with accommodation for all two hundred of the pupils. He was told to get up on a table in the centre, and handed a drink which turned out to be pleasantly flavoured with chocolate. He drank it down, thinking he’d be there for a while, and this would tide him over.

“What else?” he asked.

“Wait,” said the girl. “The rest will be coming.”

He stood there for some minutes before girls began to trickle in, and without ado came up to him and started to strip him. They took off his clothes one by one, put them in a pile, and went on to take a seat at the far end of the hall, and look up at him in gleeful expectation.

The next to come in approached him with grins, and he wondered what was intended, but of course as he might have guessed he was ordered to put his hands behind his head, and they put theirs to his genitals, one by one, and stroked them lovingly. Each gave the scrotum a caress, and stroked his penis, and after half a dozen such salutes the member was stiff. After a dozen, the penis was pointing up, hard, and he was beginning to pant. The line of girls was still coming in the door, and he saw with anguish that the intent was that as many of the two hundred would handle him as possible before he reached the point of ejaculation, Some tweaked his penis a little roughly, some merely gave it a touch, and some avoided it entirely, whether from modesty or disgust, or maybe even pity. Others took their time to gloat and deliberately arouse him. A few proved how well they’d listened to their teachers by calling out the name of the organ in French or German. He had lost count, but when he looked up he saw the hall nearly filled, and his abused member was throbbing under the hands of the last crowd, giggling and blushing, reaching up to push his foreskin up and down, and tickle his ballocks.

Suddenly the penis had had enough, and he braced himself to spout his seed in a high arc that brought a murmur of admiration from the assembly. The last few girls seized a towel and cleaned him up, and he bent over and startled them and himself by giving a loud fart. They giggled, and a couple brought a large bowl to the table. He looked at them in horror as they placed it behind him and stroked his belly. Another fart, and the laxative began to work.

He sat down, as he thought they wanted, on the bowl, but the rim hurt his thighs and he was glad when two girls raised him up, thus making sure that the process of the ejection of his turds was plain to see. He blushed more than before, it was somehow more shame-making to be gazed at shitting, and he remembered Catherine on the chamber pot; Abigail must have remembered it too. Mrs G would have remembered the Calais business, besides, and maybe she’d told Abigail. He was soon done, and looked at the laughing faces with a plea for paper. A girl who had evidently been charged with the task brought forth a sponge to wipe his arse, which he endured with an increased blush.

Then in no time he was dressed and thrust out into the evening, and drew a deep breath as he looked up at the sky. God! What’ll she think of next? Aren’t they tired of me by now? 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