School Pool 2

By Verity

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On starting his new school, twelve-year-old Marco Diggle was greatly taken aback to find that, not only were the junior boys always nude in the school swimming pool, but their instructor was a woman. Not only that, but a woman who had an old-fashioned way of dealing with boys who were troublesome, and which ensured that the culprit was not sitting down for some time afterwards. Bad enough, but things were about to get even worse..

At St Agatha’s School for Young Ladies, during the morning break, Drusilla Pennistone lost no time in telling her friend Lucille about her brother’s spanking of the previous day.

‘Aunt Lucretia is very strict with him,’ she said, ‘Caspar’s thirteen now, but she still pulls his trousers down if he’s done anything bad.’

‘Then he goes over her knee?’

‘Right! It’s really shameful for him, because even the people next door can hear that he’s getting spanked bare-botty!’ Drusilla said with glee. ‘They can hear the HARD bot-smacks and Caspar screaming. There’s no mistaking it.’ She giggled. ‘Once, when he was leaving for school in the morning, I heard one of the neighbours ask him if he could sit down yet. You should see how red he went!’

‘As red as his botty the night before!’ guessed Lucille.

Drusilla grinned. ‘Not quite, but nearly!’

But Caspar had other preoccupations by then. At the boys’ school, St Bees, he had been gradually introducing twelve-year-old Marco Diggle, his friend and a new boy, to the customs of the school where he himself had already spent a year. One of these customs, which took Marco a little time to get used to, was that in the school swimming pool the younger boys swam nude. They were allowed to wear swimming trunks only from the third form, when they were aged about fourteen.

Marco had felt very shy at first, as he had never had so many people see him completely naked before, but youngsters are adaptable, and the system seemed to him almost normal now, even though they had a woman instructor, the redoubtable Miss Truscott.

But Caspar had another bombshell for his friend.

‘You thought classes with The Truscott were awful,’ he teased. ‘But they were nothing! Get ready for the Ultimate Horror. The school swimming gala!’

Marco stared. ‘But surely we get to wear swimming trunks then?’

Casper grinned and shook his head. ‘Nope. The thing is, I think the school actually like people to see that we have our swimming bare. That’s how it is in the best schools. Or so they say.’ Seeing the horrified expression on his friend’s face, he said, ‘Oh, don’t worry, the public won’t be there. Just our families.’

‘Even so..there will be your mum and -’ Marco gulped, ‘even your sister, perhaps.’

‘Mebbe,’ said Caspar vaguely. In reality, his sister Drusilla had said that she wouldn’t miss the gala for anything.

Marco, already feeling goose-pimples of embarrassment all over, said firmly, ‘I won’t enter for the gala. They can’t make me.’

‘No, but if you don’t swim you have to help at the poolside, like show people to their seats and so on. It’s really worse than when you swim, because they don’t like it when you don’t compete, and you’re still bare. The whole evening.’

‘Oh, wow! So better in the water, maybe.’

‘Definitely!’

Still, Marco didn’t look forward to the gala, especially as his sister Priscilla was coming, also Caspar’s family. And, as for all the others.. Marco squirmed in his school uniform at the thought.

And the evening of the gala came round all too soon. It was a warm evening. Marco was taken to the school by car with his mother and sister Priscilla-Rosalie, and when they arrived, numerous other boys and families were already arriving. Many youngsters wore just shorts, and others had already changed into swimming-trunks. But Marco’s eyes opened wide to see his thirteen-year-old friend Caspar being walked to the pool entrance completely nude, his hand in the firm grasp of his aunt. Marco’s mother and sister saw him too and smiled. Mrs Diggle said, ‘How very sensible!’ Then she added, ‘Marco, I think we should follow their example. So quickly get all your clothes off, then we’ll lock them in the car and we won’t have to bother with them for the rest of the evening.’

‘No!’ gasped Marco in horror.

‘Oh, come along and don’t be silly,’ said his mother impatiently. ‘Look, other boys are being taken in naked.’

And there were indeed one or too. But Marco said sulkily, ‘Well, I don’t want to. I’ll take my clothes off when I get inside.’

His mother said angrily, ‘Marcus Diggle, I hope you are not going to be difficult from the very outset of the evening. Do as you are told, unless you want everyone to see you with a RED BOTTOM! And you won’t be able to hide that, will you?’

There was nothing for it. Marco reluctantly took off his socks and shoes, then everything else, though he hesitated when he finally came down to his y-fronts. His mother impatiently grasped them and jerked them down to his ankles, making them step out.

His sister Priscilla giggled, and Marco said crossly, ‘Mum, tell her to stop laughing.’

‘Yes, be quiet, Priscilla-Rosalie.’ Mrs Diggle briskly bundled up Marco’s clothes and locked them in the car boot, then took his hand and walked him into the pool building nude, like Caspar. Inside, Marco hoped to lose himself quickly in the crowd of milling, noisy schoolboys, many of the juniors already naked for the gala. But he immediately found his arm grasped by Miss Truscott, the swimming instructor.

‘Ah, Marco. Just the boy I wanted to see. Please come with me for a moment or two. I have high hopes for you in the crawl, and want to give you just a little extra coaching.’

Miss Truscott’s room was in reality a small gym, extremely well fitted, with parallel bars, suspended rings, ropes and seemingly the entire range of standard exercise equipment. But Marco’s attention was drawn mainly to a wide bench on the middle, where a boy lay face-down, diligently practising arm-strokes, then leg-kicks. Marco recognised a good friend, Alaric, aged fourteen. Although now a third-former and thus entitled to wear swimming trunks, he was in fact nude, doubtless on the instruction of Miss Truscott, as his discarded speedos hung alongside.

Miss Truscott said to Marco, ‘Wait for a few minutes. Watch, and learn.’

She said to Alaric, ‘Now keep going, get these arms moving! And your legs. Kick, kick!’

After a while she said to him, ‘Very well, relax for a moment or two.’

Stooping, she briskly slapped and then began to vigorously massage the youngster’s bottom-cheeks, then went on to work rapidly with her fingers in his crack, then deep underneath, while the boy writhed and gasped. Marco watched, intrigued, then Miss Truscott told Alaric to turn over on his back. The boy obeyed, and Marco was amused to see that he was by now completely hard. Not to mention distinctly rosy-cheeked. Reaching down again, Miss Truscott took a firm grasp, making Alaric yell again, then began working swiftly and energetically with her hand, again instructing, ‘Come along, get those legs moving again! Faster, faster, kick, kick!’ Marco thought that this was certainly a way of getting his young friend kicking! And indeed, his slim teenage legs rapidly pedalled the air, more and more frantically, but the coach continued relentless, until..

‘YES, YES, YES! I’m coming, Miss Truscott, I’m coming, I’m COMING, I’m COM-ING!! WAAAAAAAAH!!’

Amid a succession of shrieks, the youngster’s feet finally lost regular rhythm and kicked out in all directions.

‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!’

At length the coach said, calmly but slightly breathlessly, ‘Very well, Alaric, you should do well.’ She carefully wiped him down, then helped him to his feet. ‘Off you go, now.’

‘I’ll just get my speedos.’

‘Leave them here. You don’t need them.’

‘But -’

‘I said, you don’t need them,’ snapped Miss Truscott. ‘You can stay bare, you’re just a kid. Now, get on.’

‘But,’ the youngster protested, ‘My mum and everybody are there.’

‘Even better! Now, get ON! Unless you want to feel this.’

‘This’ was Miss Truscott’s heavy wooden paddle, which she began to reach for.

‘Oh, wow-wow! Not that!’ And, very rapidly, Alaric scampered out nude to the poolside.

Marco was a little apprehensive as he waited, but the coach smiled as she beckoned him over.

‘Not too much for you today. Just a few leg exercises to get you in shape for the main events.’

She told Marco to lie on his back on the exercise bench, and the nude youngster obeyed. Then Marco had much the same treatment as his friend...

After just a few moments of energetic kicking exercises, thanks to the rapid and diligent work of Miss Truscott's muscular hands above and below, the youngster, his feet thrashing the air, began to tingle all over, more and more...

‘Kick, kick, KICK!!’

..then what felt like a great electric shock ran all through him, and he screamed..

‘YES, YES, YES! Please, Miss Truscott, don’t stop, DON’T STOP, DON’T STOP!!! AAAAAAAAAH!!’

Then..

‘Yes, I’m coming, I’M COMING, I’M COMING!!! YES, YES, YEEEEEEEESSS!!!’

But the coach, as before, continued remorselessly..

The youngster shrieked again, then at last Miss Truscott ceased operations and, as with Alaric, carefully wiped him down and helped him to his feet.

‘With that extra coaching, you’ll be top of your class now,’ she said.

At the gala, it was in fact Alaric who came top of his group, as had been expected, but Marco came second in his, much better than expected, as he normally was not an outstanding swimmer.

Marco and Caspar remained behind after all the others had gone. Caspar had annoyed Miss Truscott in some way, which was not unusual, and had to stay behind and help tidy up. Marco, who was going to play computer games with Caspar later, thought that he might as well help too, and speed things up.

Their sisters, Drusilla and Priscilla-Rosalie, also remained, together with Aunt Lucretia, as she had the only car. Marco’s mother had already left, since she worked as a doctor’s receptionist in the evenings.

Caspar’s sister Drusilla, aged fourteen, and Marco’s sister Priscilla-Rosalie, aged thirteen (more usually known as Dru and Pris), sat on the side, bored, while the two schoolboys collected papers, swept up litter etc. Despite their protests, the two boys were still nude, as their clothes were locked away in Aunt Lucretia’s car.

At last Miss Truscott professed herself satisfied. She said to Caspar and Marco, ‘Very well, I’ll get you your towels and your clothes, but you must go and have a shower first.’ She waved the way into the shower area. ‘And, Drusilla and Priscilla-Rosalie, you have nothing to do, so go and shower the boys, please. And be sure to do a thorough job. There’s plenty of soap.’

The two boys’ mouths opened wide in dismay. ‘WHAT??’

‘No arguing!’ snapped Miss Truscott, as the two teenage girls moved forward eagerly. ‘I want a proper job done, and I want it done quickly.’

The group of youngsters were hustled into the changing area, the boys’ protests again ignored as they were led firmly over to the showers by Dru and Pris, each held firmly by the arm.

Miss Truscott said, ‘Oh, and you girls get your clothes off too, all of them, as you’ll have to get under the water.’

‘NO!’ It was the turn of Dru and Pris to stare in horror.

‘It’s always no, no, no with you kids,’ said Miss Truscott furiously. ‘I’ve truly had enough of it, and it’s got to stop NOW!’.

She called Aunt Lucretia, they pulled both Dru and Pris back into the changing area, from which a succession of yells and shrieks emerged, then a few moment later both youngsters emerged pink-faced and completely nude, grasped by Aunt Lucretia and The Truscott. And the redoubtable coach had not yet finished. Seated on a wooden bench, the two naked teenagers side by side in front of her, she lectured them angrily about obedience, about youngsters doing what they were told immediately without arguing, about the serious consequences of lack of cooperation, and about the punishment that had inevitably to follow such misbehaviour. Alongside her, Aunt Lucretia nodded heartfelt agreement.

The two boys, watching from the shower area behind, were fascinated by their view of the two pairs of round bare bottom-cheeks, and even more intrigued by the thought of the tattoos that might shortly be played on those same cheeks, based on Miss Trucott’s angry tirade.

‘...and if you can’t get this into your heads, then you need to understand it by way of a certain other place, as you are just about to find out!’

At which Dru and Pru were swiftly turned bottom-up, again side-by-side, over the two ladies’ knees, and those two latter wasted no more time.

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

It was undoubtedly part of The Truscott’s plan that, following the gala, two of the young spectators, in their turn, should put on an equally spectacular impressive performance.

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

And indeed the eyes of the two schoolboys opened even wider at the astonishing gymnastics of the two naughty, kicking young teens as the hard palms landed repeatedly, and as the loud bot-smacks echoing all round the tiled walls, the nude youngsters’ round rear cheeks bouncing, jiggling, and quivering as they were gradually turned rosy-red.

Though both Dru and Pru yelled loudly, it was not an especially hard spanking, and it was soon over. But The Truscott was still not quite satisfied..

‘Finally, to impress on you that you can’t do exactly as you like –’

The pair were stood on the wooden bench, with one of the two ladies attending to each, then each with a firm palm behind and fingers thrusting strongly deep in front, Aunt Lucretia and The Truscott immediately commenced rapid elbow-work, vigorously and relentlessly.

‘NO - PLEASE!!! NO!! NO!!!’

But in only a moment the pleas turned to shrieks of ecstasy, the two nude young teenagers dancing and writhing on the wooden bench, until, from Priscilla-Rosalie..

‘YES!! YES!! YES!!! Please, DON’T STOP! DON’T STOP!!’

And in an instant Drusilla joined in, suddenly grasping The Truscott’s hand and thrusting it in deeper, working it even faster...

‘YES!! YES!! YES!!! DON’T STOP! DON’T STOP!!’

‘AAAAAAAAAAAH!!’

Then the pair shrieked in unison, their frenzied acrobatics electrifying their audience...until at last all four finally seemed breathless and exhausted.

Except perhaps The Truscott, who in her usual matter-of-fact tones told the two teenage girls to get on NOW with showering the boys. This time there was no argument. The two nude boys were firmly grasped by their rosy-bottomed sisters, with Priscilla-Rosalie taking charge of Drusilla’s brother, and vice versa. Neither was in a mood to spare any effort, and forcefully hand-soaped every inch of the two young schoolboys, while they yelled, squirmed and writhed, their protests completely ignored. Then, after the pair had been showered down and dried, it was their turn to stand side by side on the wooden bench, when, under the stern supervision of The Truscott, they were again energetically ‘attended to’ by Drusilla and Priscilla-Rosalie. And it didn’t take long, with each teenager working briskly with one hand in front, and the other behind, spanking the boys’ bare bottoms hard and fast, until the two youngsters suddenly screamed, dancing uninhibitedly, their bare feet hammering on the wet tiles..and then for a good deal longer, before the two diligent girls had finished with them.

Asked a few days later if he had enjoyed the gala, Marco thought for a moment, then said simply, ‘It wasn’t like I’d expected.’

‘Me neither,’ said Priscilla-Rosalie.

(The End)