Little English Boy
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Copyright 2025 by Little English Boy, all rights reserved
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
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Miss Leverson had come into Rosedale
Junior High on Monday afternoon to tell Principal Patterson her doctor
had said she would be fit enough to start back next week. Returning to
her car, she thought she’d pop in on her girls’ practice with the boys.
As she entered the pool area she saw them all chatting away with the
boys but was astounded her girls were in their birthday suits too. She
was about to ask what on earth was going on when the conversation
abruptly stopped and they all rushed to line up at attention. She saw
Mr. Phillips had come out of the coach’s office, and he was stark
naked, right in front of her girls! She went to say something when he
gave them their first order.
“AT EASE CLASS.”
As one, the
line snapped their hands behind their back and moved their legs apart.
Her girls were displaying their all to Mr. Phillips, apparently without
a care in the world. What had been going on while she was away? He gave
a nod to his junior coach, then called Felicity over.
“Over here Bowden.”
Felicity rushed across to stand at attention in front of Mr. Phillips.
“At ease Bowden.”
She instantly moved to obey her coach.
“Now Bowden, will you tell Miss Leverson what effect your new swimming attire has made.”
“Yes sir.”
She turned to the girls’ coach.
“Err…
Well miss, we saw the boys swam naked and coach told us you swim faster
without a costume. We tried it miss, and coach was right as we all
ending up beating the boys. We girls prefer swimming this way now miss.”
Felicity could no longer contain her excitement.
“Coach
said he could improve my swimming to put me in the running for the
state team, or even national miss. Wow miss, I could be in the Olympics
swimming for the USA!”
Mr. Phillips smiled at Felicity’s so obvious excitement.
“There’s a lot of hard work before we get there Bowden. Are you sure you are up to it?”
In her excitement she made a slip.
“Yes Mr. Phillips…”
He
realized it was her excitement that caused the mistake, but at national
level you cannot afford to make any errors. She needed to learn that
lesson the hard way as the worn slipper lunged out from behind his back
to land full power.
“…Oooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwww!”
Felicity’s
bare bottom erupted in flames. Miss Leverson was shocked to see her
best swimmer spanked like a naughty little boy and had no idea what
Felicity had even done wrong. Mr. Phillips switched to his sports
master’s roar.
“YOU CAN SEE I’M A MAN BOWDEN, AND MALE TEACHERS ARE ALWAYS ADDRESSED AS SIR!”
Felicity
realized her error and snapped to attention, eyes front. Hearing the
coach roar, that line of students followed her lead and snapped back to
attention, eyes front. Felicity instantly apologized.
“I’m very sorry sir.”
“That’s better Bowden. You were saying.”
“Err… Yes sir, I’m absolutely certain I’m up to it sir.”
He turned to the junior coach.
“I will not tolerate this modern fad of students addressing teachers by their name. Don’t you agree?”
Seeing
her best swimmer snap to attention, Miss Leverson had never observed
such unquestioned obedience from a student. She looked at the rest of
her girls all at attention with eyes front, just like the boys. Perhaps
he had a point.
“I think I do.”
She looked at Felicity.
“It looks like when I get back next week, we will have to start your new regime straight away. Back in line Bowden.”
“Yes miss.”
Felicity rushed back, spun round, and was instantly back at attention, eyes front. Miss Leverson smiled at Mr. Phillips.
“May I?”
He gave a nod, and she switched to a feminine, but undoubtedly authoritative, roar.
“AT EASE CLASS.”
As they snapped their legs apart and put their hands behind their back, she tried another order.
“ATTENTION!”
As one, the class obeyed the junior coach without hesitation. Ruth saw Miss Leverson’s eyes lock on hers.
“OVER HERE BIGNELL!”
Ruth had no idea what was happening and gulped, then she rushed over to stand at attention in front of her coach.
“At ease Bignell.”
She saw another example of unquestioned obedience as Ruth instantly complied with her spoken command.
“Well Bignell. What do you think of your new swimming attire?”
“Err…
We all swim faster like this miss, and our practices are meant for
getting improvements miss. We all agree with Felic… err… Bowden miss.”
She turned to her team.
“Do all you girls agree with Bowden?”
Their reply was a unanimous and instant chorus.
“Yes miss.”
Miss Leverson smiled at Mr. Phillips.
“I think we’d better discuss this with the principal and get a few changes made, especially at meets.”
Mr. Phillips gave her a nod, then she turned to Ruth who had not dared to move until told.
“OK Bignell, back in line.”
As Ruth turned and began to walk back, Mr. Phillips passed that worn slipper to his junior coach then whispered.
“A bit of encouragement would help now, so these kids don’t forget who wields the power poolside.”
Miss Leverson took his advice.
“GET A MOVE ON BIGNELL!”
Ruth was horrified as her bottom erupted in flames.
“Oooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwww! Yes miss.”
Miss Leverson saw Ruth speed up and smiled at Mr. Phillips.
“You
have worked wonders with my team. Are you happy to continue with joint
practices? You could start Bowden’s regime while I take the rest for
their practice. Next Monday morning we will need to have a word with
the principal about the current costume regime for boys at meets. We
can’t have your boys being slowed down by pettifogging rules, so those
need to be changed. On the grounds of simple equality my girls should
have the same options.”
Mr. Phillips was pleased that his junior
coach had seen the light and nodded in support. She tapped that worn
slipper on her palm and addressed her girls in a quiet but intimidating
voice.
“There will be some big changes when I’m back next week.”
As she left, Mr. Phillips saw her team looking very worried.
“Don’t
worry about Miss Leverson. Just act as you always do with me, and I’m
sure you’ll all be fine. Now let’s get on with the practice.”
**********
Next Monday morning, the two coaches entered Principal Patterson’s office. It was Miss Leverson who spoke first.
“We wanted to have a word about the rules for swim meets Principal Patterson, and in particular those on attire.”
“Well
Miss Leverson, the school board considered that in these modern times,
as girls always wore costumes at meets, our principles of equality
meant that the same should apply to boys. They should not have to be
embarrassed at being naked in front of their girl classmates and female
teachers who see them every day, not to mention sisters, girl cousins,
and other female relatives, plus girls from the visiting school.”
Miss Leverson looked at the row of well-polished cups and medals behind the principal.
“Did you get those swimming medals and cups while you were at college Principal Patterson?”
“Indeed I did Miss Leverson. The biggest one was for winning the state championship. I can’t remember who I beat.”
Mr. Phillips chipped in.
“Quite so. No one remembers the one who came second. How did you swim at meets then Principal Patterson?”
“The way we always did, as boys swam faster when unencumbered with those trunks.”
Mr. Phillips pressed the issue.
“And
were you ever embarrassed to be seen at meets by girl classmates,
female teachers, sisters, girl cousins and other female relatives, plus
girls from the visiting college?”
“Absolutely not. That was our
uniform in the pool then. Besides, girls and female teachers always
came to see our practices to support us, and sisters and female
relatives had seen us at the local swimming hole ever since we started
to swim the way our fathers always did. That was the way things were
then, so why on earth should we be embarrassed?”
Miss Leverson smiled.
“Do we insist boys from the visiting school wear trunks?”
“Obviously we can’t tell other schools what to wear, but most visiting boys are now in trunks.”
“I
have been checking the swimming statistics over the last few years, and
Roseland Junior High boys are coming second whenever visiting boys are
in the buff. Our boys are not being remembered Principal Patterson.
They are made to become losers Principal Patterson, and all because of
the rules our own school board has set.”
“But Miss Leverson, what about our principles of equality?”
“There
are two sides to equality Principal Patterson. My girls want the chance
to swim for our school as fast as they can by being unencumbered with
those costumes too. Mr. Phillips and I, plus all our students, want the
rules changed so every student, regardless of gender, is equally free
to choose the attire in which they prefer to swim.”
“You don’t mean…”
“Indeed
we do Principal Patterson. Perhaps you would care to drop in on our
joint practice this afternoon and see how improved our girls’
performance is when they swim in their preferred attire. If you could
give us 5 minutes before joining our practice, we will have time to
advise the students you will be turning up.”
“That is fine Miss Leverson. I will be there shortly after you start.”
**********
It
was ten minutes before practice as Miss Leverson entered the pool area
and went into the coach’s office to change. Having just finished a
class, Mr. Phillips was already in his uniform. He turned to face his
junior coach and smiled.
“All ready for our joint practice Miss Leverson?”
She
had never been bothered seeing all the boys naked, as they were just
her students that needed to be taught, but this was a man and, as she
could not miss, an impressively equipped man at that. She felt her face
getting flushed.
“Err… Yes Mr. Phillips. Err… I’ll just… err… get changed.”
A few minutes later she came out. Mr. Phillips looked at her red one-piece costume.
“Haven’t you forgotten something Miss Leverson?”
He saw her puzzled look and moved his hands up and down his body in emphasis.
“You’re not wearing the traditional coach’s uniform Miss Leverson.”
She suddenly realized what the senior coach was suggesting and was shocked.
“But Mr. Phillips…”
“Look
here Miss Leverson. We are about to ask the principal to approve all
our students swimming at meets in the attire they prefer. If you are
not prepared to join them, what message does that send?”
“Err… But I prefer to swim this way.”
“Have you ever swam without a costume?”
“Certainly not!”
“Then, how can you say you prefer to swim like that Miss Leverson when you have never tried our way?”
He saw his junior coach had gone red and offered her some advice.
“I
have always swam this way, as had my father and his father before him.
When I was a boy, none of us were ever concerned to be seen by sisters
or their friends, and the girls were never bothered by us, as that was
simply the way the world worked then. When I started coaching 40 years
ago, all boys understood that. In recent years things seem to have
changed such that so called ‘do-gooders’ think that boys’ sensitivities
need to be considered. Utter poppycock! My father passed down the
unwritten rule his father told him; never act as if you’re naked. It
has never bothered my boys, and your girls are just fine too now. See
for yourself.”
Miss Leverson looked out to see her naked girls and the naked boys were chatting away as if they were fully clothed.
“Err… The girls do seem to be having… err… quite the effect… err… on the boys Mr. Phillips.”
“They’re
boys Miss Leverson, and you’ll already have seen that boys frequently
get erections. That is all perfectly natural, especially for teenagers.
You can see my boys are not concerned in the least, and your girls are
ignoring them, just as girls always did when I was their age. It really
is no big deal Miss Leverson.”
“Merton hasn’t got an erection. Perhaps his uncircumcised penis acts differently.”
“He’s a damn limey and they’re all a bunch of weirdos.”
Mr. Phillips looked at his junior coach.
“Hurry along and slip that off so we can get started with the practice.”
He saw her still hesitating.
“Err… But… err… That is… err… I… err… err…”
The senior coach knew what to do, as his hand lunged out from behind his back.
“Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww!”
As he tapped that worn slipper on his palm, he saw the shocked junior coach start to rub her now burning bottom.
“Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww!”
His forty years of experience told, as he switched to his full on roar which demanded unquestioned obedience.
“STOP ACTING THE WIMP AND TAKE YOUR PUNISHMENT LIKE A MAN LEVERSON.”
Miss Leverson snapped to attention, eyes front, having no idea why she reacted to his orders like one of her girls.
“Yes sir.”
Holding
out his hand, the chief coach nodded at her costume. As her fingers
slid the straps off her shoulder, she had the most ferocious itch
between her legs. Pulling her swimwear right down, she slipped out one
foot, then the other. After passing over her red one-piece costume, she
quickly returned to attention, eyes front. Mr. Phillips dropped the
warm red fabric in the wastepaper basket and firmly spoke the next
order.
“At ease Leverson.”
As she snapped to it, he looked the junior coach up and down and nodded.
“That’s better Leverson. Let’s get practice going.”
“Yes sir.”
Having exercised his ultimate authority, he was still a gentleman and held the door open.
“After you Leverson.”
“Thank you sir.”
She stepped out poolside first and felt an all-over breeze. Mr. Phillips passed her the slipper and whispered in her ear.
“You’ll need this Leverson. Remember that unwritten rule.”
She
straightened her back and marched forward. Her students were stunned to
see Miss Leverson stark naked and did not move. Carlos and Felicity
were nearest as she lunged out full power with the coach’s painful tool
of office.
“Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww!”
“Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww!”
“WHAT ARE YOU ALL WAITING FOR?”
Having set an example with the senior boy and senior girl, she bellowed her orders.
“GET IN LINE AT ATTENTION. NOW!”
Carol Brown and Joe Rice were a fraction of a second late in getting going.
“Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww!”
“Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww!”
All the students sped up as her orders were obeyed. She was quite impressed but thought it best not to show it.
“THAT WAS SLOPPY. DO IT AGAIN. AT EASE.”
Her next roar would have wakened the dead.
“ATTENTION!!!”
She thought the precision was even better this time but was not letting up.
“DO IT AGAIN. AT EASE! ATTENTION!”
After five more attempts to exceed their perfection, her students were glad when she was finally satisfied.
“THAT’S BETTER. AT EASE.”
Miss
Leverson surveyed the line of students to see ten naked girls with
hands behind their backs, displaying their all, and ten boys with
twitching erections. Even Merton’s was at attention now, with the end
peeping out of his foreskin. She thought Rice’s bald thin two inch
erection was so cute. No doubt he’d soon be starting puberty, as would
Brown.
“We had a word with the principal this morning about rules of attire at swim meets, and he will be joining us shortly.”
She saw some of the girls shift position and look nervously at each other.
“STAND STILL IN THE RANKS! EYES FRONT!”
All eyes snapped forward, and her students were not moving a muscle.
“We
need to convince the principal to persuade the school board to change
the existing school rules to permit students, of either gender, to
choose the attire in which they prefer to swim. We cannot have Roseland
Junior High swim teams lose races at meets with rival schools due to
our own pettifogging rules. Do you all agree?”
She was pleased to receive a unanimous response.
“Yes miss.”
“In order to show the principal you girls are faster, I want Bowden and Bignell to swim against Bianchi and Merton.”
The
door swung open as the principal entered the pool area and came across.
He was shocked to see Miss Leverson attired like the chief coach. She
just smiled at him and gave her class an order.
“ATTENTION!”
Obviously,
Principal Patterson had never seen a single one of his eighth grade
girl students undressed before, but now he was looking at ten eighth
grade girl students stark naked. He felt a reaction in his pants.
“Welcome to eighth grade swim team practice sir. Now class, give our principal your greeting.”
He got the expected unanimous chorus
“Good afternoon sir.”
She turned to her students.
“At ease class.”
Principal
Patterson was amazed at the precision when her class snapped to it as
one. That reaction in his pants increased as he surveyed those ten
eighth grade girl students, apparently not in the least bit bothered at
having their formerly most private parts on full display. He noted that
Miss Brown, with her hairless vulva and flat chest, was the only girl
who had yet to enter puberty and that Miss Bowden’s white triangle
between her legs confirmed she was a true blond. He could not fail to
notice their coach’s thick black triangle as she gave out another order.
“Bowden. Bignell. Come over here.”
The
two girls rushed over and snapped to attention right in front of Miss
Leverson and Principal Patterson. Being unable to make any adjustments,
he was now feeling very uncomfortable down below.
“At ease girls.”
As
he watched those breasts jiggle and legs open wide, he wondered how he
could ever take Miss Bowden and Miss Bignell again for his life science
classes. Their coach nodded to Felicity.
“Tell the principal how you swim now Bowden and what changes you’d like the school board to make to our rules.”
“Yes
miss. Err… Well sir, when we joined the boys at practice while miss was
away, we found that without trunks they swam faster. We tried it sir
and found we were able to beat our previous times, even winning against
the boys sir. Err… We would like the school board to change the rules
for swim meets so both boys and girls can swim as fast as they are
capable, without restrictions on attire sir. This will bring more
honors to our school sir.”
The principal was nodding as Felicity spoke. Her coach invited Ruth to speak.
“OK Bignell. Tell the principal your views on the matter.”
“Yes
miss. I have to agree with Bowden sir. We all swim faster when
unencumbered with a costume sir. The most important part of any sport
is the winning, and winning for your school is the best sir. Why do us
girls and boys have to abide by rules which make us losers sir?”
“Err… Quite so Miss Bignell. Now Miss Leverson, is that the wish of all your students?”
She nodded to her class.
“Tell the principal.”
He received a unanimous and loud response.
“YES SIR!”
“Perhaps principal you would like a demonstration. Over here Bianchi and Merton.”
Carlos and Rory ran over to stand at attention before the junior coach, her attire ensuring all was at full attention.
“Bianchi
and Merton are our fastest boys and Bowden and Bignell are our fastest
girls. Perhaps you would like to start them off for a two length race.”
Mr. Phillips had been happy to let his junior coach make all the running but felt he should now make a contribution.
“I
have found principal that having the winner give the loser a good
spanking is the best form of encouragement to get them to improve next
time. The school board provide us with these slippers for just such
encouragement purposes.”
The adults were all looking at Mr.
Phillips and did not notice Rory go absolutely rigid as the head of his
penis came fully out of its foreskin to look as if he was circumcised
like all the other boys. The principal felt it getting so very cramped
in his boxers as his brain imagined these naked girls getting those
deliciously pink bare bottoms spanked.
“Err… That will be fine Mr. Phillips.”
The principal turned to the students.
“Line up you four.”
He waited a few seconds, then sent them off.
“GO!”
Carlos
and Rory had lost the race before it even started, and the principal
watched as they bent over the girls to receive their encouragement. He
heard both boys grunt on the fourth spank, but the girls continued for
the full six. As the boys got up, he saw between each girls’ legs that
white pool connected to the boys by a thin, quickly snapping, string of
semen. As his eyes rose. he also saw what else these two eighth grade
naked girls had between their wide open legs. Suppressing his grunts,
his large hands covered that expanding damp patch and quickly made his
excuse and left.
“Err… I have some urgent business to attend to and must dash. Err… I’ll speak to the board chairman this evening.”
**********
It
was Tuesday morning, and Miss Leverson had just entered her office to
prepare for the first lesson of the day. As she went to get changed,
she had an idea and put the first stage into practice. As she stepped
out of her changing room, she heard her class of 24 noisy sixth grade
girls enter the pool area in their one piece costumes. She opened the
door, straightened her back, and marched out. When the girls turned
towards the opening door it went silent as their jaws fell to see Miss
Leverson coming out stark naked. They didn’t notice the slipper behind
her back.
“LINE UP AT ATTENTION. QUICKLY NOW!”
The whole
class were stunned at this sight and were rooted to the spot.
Unfortunately for Joanna and Judith they were nearest their coach as
she set an example for the rest to comprehend.
“Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww!”
“Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww!”
“MOVE YOURSELVES!”
The girls rushed to get in line, but Cristobel and Rose were a bit slow off the mark.
“Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww!”
“Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww!”
Miss Leverson saw those girls who’d received her examples were standing in line but were rubbing their rears.
“YOU FOUR ARE NOT WIMPS SO STOP RUBBING AND TAKE YOUR PUNISHMENT LIKE A MAN.”
“Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww!”
“Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww!”
“Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww!”
“Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww!”
Joanna,
Judith, Cristobel and Rose wondered what on earth was happening this
morning as they left their bottoms to burn and shot to attention. Miss
Leverson noted the other girls visibly stiffen too. She tapped the
slipper on her palm.
“That’s better. There will be a few changes today.”
She walked along the line and pointed the slipper at her best swimmer Roberta Mitchell.
“Step forward Mitchell.”
Roberta had a worried look but complied
“Yes Miss Leverson.”
“Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww!”
“YOU CAN SEE I’M A FEMALE, AND FEMALE TEACHERS WILL BE ADDRESSED AS MISS!”
“Yes Miss.”
She
selected three more of her best swimmers; Jessie Harman, Zoe Baker, and
Violet Coles,. They had learnt quickly and instantly responded with a
‘Yes Miss’. The four girls stood at attention nervously awaiting their
orders. Miss Leverson turned to the smallest girl in the class, Ann
Grey.
“Go to my office and get four stopwatches from the supplies cupboard, Grey.”
“Yes Miss.”
She got some encouragement to speed her on her way.
“Get moving, Grey”
“Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww!”
Ann shot off and was soon back with the stopwatches. Miss Leverson pointed the slipper at three other students.
“You, you, and you, come here.”
They had caught on to what was needed in today’s lesson and almost instantly stood at attention before their teacher.
“Take one of the stopwatches Grey and pass one to each of these three girls.”
“Yes Miss.”
She turned to her four best swimmers.
“When I say go, I want you girls to do two lengths as fast as you can and these four girls will time you.”
All four girls instantly responded with ‘Yes Miss’. She turned to the four girls with stopwatches.
“You will each stand behind a girl and time their two lengths.”
She went over to the board and wrote Mitchell, Harman, Coles and Baker at the top, then turned to the timekeepers.
“You will write the time on the board under the appropriate name. Got that?”
She heard four more instant responses.
“Yes Miss.”
“OK girls, line up. This is a race, so you will go flat out, with no lagging.”
The girls were quickly ready. Miss Leverson raised her hand.
“Get set…”
She dropped her hand.
“…GO!”
As
one, they hit the water. At the turn, Miss Leverson saw Mitchell in the
lead by a head, with Harman next, but Coles and Baker were snapping at
their heels. At the end of the race, the positions were unchanged. When
the times were put on the board there was only three seconds between
the four. She turned to Coles and Baker.
“You were the losers, so get those costumes off.”
Zoe and Violet were shocked.
“But Miss…”
“Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww!”
“Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww!”
Their coach slapped the slipper loudly on her palm.
“I’m waiting…”
Unlike
the showers for boys, those in the girls’ locker room were separate
with modesty curtains and a hook inside for their towel. It was
unthinkable that any girl would be seen naked even by other girls. Zoe
tried again.
“But Miss… err… I’m a girl and couldn’t possibly be seen… err… naked by others.”
Her plea fell on deaf ears.
“Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww!”
“You losers will take those costumes off. NOW!”
Seeing
no option, Zoe and Violet quickly slipped the straps off their
shoulders. In one swift move they stepped out of their costumes, slid a
hand between their legs and an arm across their chest, and left their
costumes on the floor.
“PICK THOSE UP AND PUT THEM ON THE BLEACHERS!”
The
girls were in a quandary as to which hand to use to retrieve their
costume. They both decided to uncover their breast buds and, holding
the other hand between their legs, rushed their costume onto the
bleachers before resuming that extremely modest little girl pose.
“STAND AT ATTENTION!”
With
sore bottoms which they knew they could not soothe, both girls went
scarlet as they snapped to it, displaying everything to their girl
classmates, although as sixth graders they had very little to see.
“That is better. Now, I want you four girls to swim two lengths again, flat out, with no lagging. Line up.”
As she saw them snap to it, she turned to the girls with the stopwatches.
“You four will time them and put their times on the board.”
She raised her arm.
“Get set… GO!”
Zoe
and Violet were pleased to dive in so their nudity was no longer on
display. On turning, the two previous winners were shocked to find they
were behind the losers and sped up. After putting every ounce of effort
they possessed to catch them, it was still Zoe who touched first, with
Violet just behind. Despite winning, both girls did not move and
gripped the bar to hug the pool wall.
“Out you get Coles and Baker, so we can compare your times.”
They knew they had no choice and climbed out.
“Look
at the board everyone. You will see that Mitchell and Harman’s times
were virtually unchanged, but Coles and Baker were both 4 seconds
quicker on their second race. Who can explain that?”
The girls were looking puzzled. Miss Leverson saw Roberta Mitchell look at Jessie Harman, then raise her hand.
“Err… Are our costumes… err… slowing us down Miss?”
“Well done Mitchell. Indeed they are.”
She addressed her class.
“You will all remove your costumes and put them on the bleachers.”
Roberta and Jessie were quick to join Zoe and Violet. Roberta grinned at Jessie.
“What the boys would give to see us all like this. I wouldn’t mind Roger Carter seeing me, as he’s a dreamboat.”
Jessie chuckled.
“Jack Reeves too. He took me to the movies Saturday. I let him get to second base once the lights had gone down.”
The
other girls were less keen to get naked. With the aid of that worn
slipper, total compliance was soon achieved. Once the girls had seen
what everyone else had got, it was not long before they were
concentrating on the lesson. Miss Leverson had the girls lined up as
Roberta was in the pool demonstrating her back stroke. They never heard
the door to the pool open. The principal was surprised to be presented
with a view of 23 petite bare bottoms as he saw the sixth grade girls
watching a naked Miss Mitchell demonstrate her backstroke in the pool.
He smiled to see the junior coach was similarly attired and gave a
light cough. Miss Leverson turned to see who it was, then gave her
order.
“ATTENTION!”
After what happened earlier, instant obedience was their only option.
“ABOUT FACE!”
Turning,
the line fell into disarray as screams rang out, hands snapped between
legs, and arms went across chests. Jessie was the sole student still at
attention and was amused by the antics of her classmates. Miss Leverson
roared.
“STAND STILL!”
She smiled at Harman, then glared at the other girls.
“Such disrespect to our principal.”
Tapping that worn slipper on her palm, her next order was given in a voice which must be obeyed.
“ATTENTION!!!”
The girls went scarlet as they stood naked at attention in front of their principal.
“Where are your manners? What do you say to the principal?”
The girls had no option as he heard a familiar chorus.
“Good morning sir.”
Miss Leverson nodded.
“That’s better. AT EASE!”
Principal
Patterson had seen ten eighth grade naked girls standing at ease
alongside the pool at their practice last night, but these were sixth
grade girls with their top half mostly still like the boys, but their
bottom half was decidedly unlike the boys. He studied this display of
23 prepubertal vulvas surrounded by pink baldness, with 23 simple dark
slits diving down between 23 pairs of smooth little girl legs and felt
his boxers getting more cramped by the second.
Miss Leverson called to the one girl still in the pool.
“Out you get Mitchell and greet your principal.”
“Yes Miss.”
She
pulled herself out of the pool and stood at ease alongside the other
girls, displaying her well-developed attributes to Principal Patterson.
Unlike many of the younger boys, he knew exactly where a girl peed
from. As the pool water streamed down the front of this newly pubescent
girl’s naked body to cascade onto the poolside floor between her legs,
he thought his boxers were going to burst. Roberta gave the principal a
grin as she saw his bulging pants.
“Good morning sir.”
The principal appeared to be struck dumb, so Miss Leverson decided to take the initiative to find out what he wanted.
“You girls will remain at ease while I talk with the principal.”
The girls were astonished to see their coach stroll right up to the principal as if she was unaware she was naked!
“Good morning sir. Did you need to see me sir.”
“Err…
err… Yes Miss Leverson. Err… I heard from the chairman of the school
board about your proposal to change the rules. He… err… thinks it would
be helpful… err… for the board to form a judgement… err… if he and all
the other board members… err… attended your next practice to get a
clear view… err… of what is involved. Is that OK?”
“That will be fine sir. Would you like to stay and watch the lesson?”
“Err… Must dash Miss Leverson. Err… I have something rather urgent I need to… err… take care of.”
She
was surprised as he rushed past her and pushed on the boys’ locker room
door. Miss Leverson always kept this door secured so she could ensure
the boys were not able to get into the pool area until her girls had
left.
“The key is on the hook sir.”
He grabbed the key and rushed into the locker room. She heard a cubicle door slam and shrugged.
“Let’s get on with the lesson.”
It was getting to the end of the class, so she issued her closing order.
“Line up at attention while I review today’s lesson.”
The
girls’ experience this morning ensured immediate compliance. While Miss
Leverson was talking, Roberta noticed the boys’ locker room door open
as they came into the pool area stark naked, and Roger and Jack were in
the lead. As Miss Leverson heard the noise behind her and turned,
Roberta nudged Jessie. They were thrilled to see all that Roger and
Jack possessed. The other girls shrieked as hands and arms snapped into
that modest little girl pose.
“STAND STILL! BACK TO ATTENTION THIS INSTANT!”
The
horrified girls had to comply. The boys were well versed in that
unwritten rule and were staring at the incredible sight before them,
ignoring the plainly visible effect it was having on them. Miss
Leverson had an idea.
“You boys will sit on the bleachers while I finish off with the girls.”
The boys were delighted to do as they were told and gave an excited chorus of obedience.
“Yes Miss.”
Miss
Leverson saw Mitchell and Harman were not paying attention but were
looking at the boys. They were fortunate it was near the end of class
as she decided to restrict her disciplinary action to a verbal
correction.
“Mitchell! Harman! Eyes front and pay attention to me!”
“Yes Miss. Sorry Miss.”
She
saw the two girls snap to it and carried on. When she finished, Miss
Leverson moved her idea to the next stage so the girls could become
more used to their current situation. She issued her final order.
“Collect your costumes from the bleachers then get showered and changed.”
Most
of the girls were horrified at this order. Getting close up views of
naked boys was one thing, but the boys would equally see everything
they normally kept so private, even from the other girls. With the
sounds of worn slipper on bare bottoms coming from behind them, Roberta
and Jessie went over to the boys. They observed Roger’s sparsely hairy
fat four inch erection and slightly dangling balls, and Jack had a bald
2½ inch little boy boner with petite snug balls, just like the other
sixth grade boys. Roger and Jack grinned as the girls gave them their
very best smiles.
“Hi guys. We think you’re sitting on our costumes.”