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Swimming Lesson

Mm, spank, humil

A palimpsest based on a story by Mike

Note: The author's first language is not English and he requests the readers' understanding if any expression sounds strange.

Standing stark naked at the pool Andrew felt embarrassed like never before in his life. He felt all eyes on him, on his slim and naked body. The boys behind him were giggling and whispering comments to each other. He felt mortified but the P.E. teacher Mr. Stuart was merciless and kept him after class and as an added punishment, because he had allegedly lost his swimsuit, Mr. Stuart was making him swim in his birthday suit - to swim naked in the presence of his watching classmates!

Although the boys’ swimming lesson has already been over for about an hour, a gang of them was still hanging around the huge pool. Michael, Aiden, Noah, Mason, Liam, Elijah and Jules, the cute French foreign exchange student, all of them were sitting close in the stands - fully dressed - observing poor Andrew with great amusement.

"We start with two lane backstroke!" Mr. Stuart coldly yelled at him.

The cruel teacher did not care about the audience witnessing the shy boy’s degradation. Andrew was at the verge of crying, his whole body shaking nervously but he did not dare to complain as he was too afraid of the P.E. teacher. Clumsily, the fourteen-year-old boy climbed into the cold water shivering. The boys got a good glance at his ass and - even better - his low hanging balls, which were very plainly visible between his lean legs. Noah watched Andrew’s movements with an amused expression on his face. Being in the pool now, the boy had to turn on his back in order to practice backstroke swimming.

That was the moment of truth. Andrew's mind was spinning and his head turned into a very deep shade of red – clearly visible for all to see. Through the water, he made out the blurred features of his audience. They were all smiles!

All regarding him! His nakedness! Andrew wished he would die but there was no escape. Stupidly he started his strokes through the pool. Meter by meter he struggled through the water as his undersized penis and testicles involuntarily flopped around. The boys started to laugh hilariously at the comical sight. To Andrew’s dismay the sound of their high-pitched noise echoed throughout the building.

“Man, that is one goddam little prick!” said Noah pointing at Andrew’s genitals.

“I suspected he’d be small,” laughed Liam, “but I never thought it would be such a tiny thing!” initiating hysterical laughter from his buddies.

“That's why Candy Andy is so fucking shy,” mentioned Michael.

Elijah rejoined with, “Hey, I think his bony body matches perfectly with his dinky dick.”

“Oh Eli, you’re so mean!” responded Noah laughing heartily.

Andy seemed to be the perfect victim of their playful talking and laughing. He was not popular and was even less so with these handsome, arrogant jocks, who were watching his debasement and efforts in swimming. He always tried to dodge these boys as they always made fun of him, calling him the “fucking queer” or “homo” as they called him now and then. Noah and especially Liam often named him “Candy Andy” referring to his slim, feminine build.

With all his might, Andy tried to think about something else. He tried to avoid the thoughts of his humiliation, but as he reached the top of the pool, he had to turn and struggle his way back past his spectators. So far, he had been in the water for about two minutes but for Andrew it seemed like hours and his predicament had only just begun! Ever so slowly, he again approached the other side of the pool with his head just above the water line not being able to look at his spectators awaiting his arrival.

"Faster Andrew, faster!" Mr. Stuart was encouraging him now.

"Go Andy! Go! Faster! You can do it!" To his utter torment, the boys even joined in making a total fool of him by cheering him on.

In disbelief, Andrew turned his head to get a better view of the boys. Being kind of inspired he actually started to increase his speed. He did not know why though he knew he must be a ridiculous sight.

Then the shouting became more vicious. Noah suddenly yelled, "Make that little thingie wiggle for us!"

Erupting loud roars and more nasty comments mixed with laughter.

"Swing that lil’ thing-a-ling, Andy! Swing it!”

Again, the last fifteen meters appeared like miles. All the while Mr. Stuart seemed to be deaf in one ear. He did not make any efforts to reprove any of the boys for their vicious comments.

As Andy had reached the edge of the pool, he quickly turned around and was (at least) happy to let his lower body parts slip back into the water, but he still felt mortified. As he looked through his watering eyes, his eyes darted between the boys seeing their smirking faces showing not even a hint of pity for the naked boy.

“No, Andrew. That wasn't good at all! You can do it faster. It took you nearly four minutes. Come on. Do it once again. Once again, but this time more effort!”

Andrew could not believe what he just heard. He pleaded, “Please, Mr. Stuart! Don't make me do it again.” His voice was cracking now. “I'm naked, and...the...the boys are...” he looked at his smiling classmates.

“Mister Parker! Don't you dare to argue with me! As I told before, you only have yourself to blame for this. So if you don’t conform to my commands you’ll be in serious trouble, young man!” he barked with his hands at his hips.

To his utter humiliation, Liam mimicked him in a childish voice “Pleeease, Mr. Stuart.”

It was hell on earth, but Andrew didn’t show the slightest inclination to swim.

“What are we waiting for? Move your skinny ass to other side of the pool!” the officious teacher commanded. The boys laughed the surprisingly sharp words.

The doomed young boy started just another desperate plea, “No, please Mr. Stuart! Pleeease let me ...”

Suddenly the boys all went quiet and looked at Andrew and the expression on their faces told nothing but “knowingness.” The boys kept silent, curiously waiting with baited breath. With pathetic fear, Andy’s naked body was shuddering.

“Stop that begging, boy or it’s gonna be much worse! I’ll count down to zero. Five…four…three…two…”

The tension in the air was almost palpable.

“One…zero! Go!” Mr. Stuart shouted.

Andy was not willing to obey. Instead, he began to snivel weakly.

“Oh my god! What a fucking cry baby he is!” jeered a sadistic Noah.

Meanwhile the coach became really angry. “Okay, boy I’ve had it with you. Out of the pool! Now!”

Mr. Stuart bent down to the defiant boy, grabbed his strong arms around the boy’s slim frame and simply pulled him out of the water in one swift motion. His force was unbelievable! Before Andrew could understand the situation, he was standing naked at the edge of the pool dripping. Regaining from the sudden change of events the shocked boy bashfully covered his genitals.

“What…?” the stunned boy stammered when Mr. Stuart just bent down again.

Another split second later, his athletic swimming coach was roughly shouldering him. The wet and naked boy found himself in an extremely unpleasant situation. Head down his upper body hung over his teacher’s brawny back, whilst muscular arms were holding his legs and hips together. the irate teacher's fast performance amazed the boys! In bemused fascination, the boys watched as their doomed classmate struggled wildly in the iron grip of their teacher.

“I’m just getting down to business. You earned yourself a needful lesson. To the shed we go!” the furious coach announced whilst he was marching towards the far-off building taking long, distance-devouring strides as if it were the easiest thing in the world to do. The boys, not intending to miss the coming spectacle eagerly followed.

“Going to shed” has always been a threatening event for the boys attending Alcott Academy Boarding School. The rebellious or repeated disobedient boy was forcibly marched to the shed. The recalcitrant boys all ended up in tears of pain and shame as they underwent punishment!

Accordingly, Andy was in pure terror now! The naked, lanky fourteen-year-old boy fought a forlorn fight as Mr. Stuart kept him in place over his shoulders. Mr. Stuart was carrying him across the green as if he were a little kid.

His situation could not be more traumatic. He was going to be punished and his classmates were going to witness his punishment! To his utter humiliation, his wet and shriveled male parts pressed against his teacher’s collarbone, which was only covered by the thin material of his red spandex tank top.

“Oh my god, he has to feel it! He is feeling my naked dick touching rubbing against him!” It was all Andy could think about.

“Stop struggling around, boy!” he heard the coach’s unmistakable stern voice from above. Each time he raised his head Andy witnessed the malicious features of his classmates eagerly awaiting his forthcoming chastisement.

All Andy wanted to do was to flee so he made more unrelenting efforts to free himself from his shameful position he had to endure. He began to hit Mr. Stuart’s back with his protesting arms. A decision he immediately regretted.

Mr. Stuart stopped dead in his tracks. He then drove his thumb, index finger and middle finger raptor-like right between his just beneath his ass crack! Andy shivered as he felt Mr. Stuart’s strong fingers delving their way straight through the narrow gap searching for his most sensitive body parts!

“No, Mr. Stuart!” he wailed.

The cruel attack did not go unnoticed by the boys. They gawked with opened mouths as the determined teacher ignored Andrew’s begging and relentlessly went for his hidden genitals!

“I told you to calm down, not you can find out the hard way!” he threatened.

Then he grasped Andrew’s little penis and balls and squeezed firmly!

“No! Pleeease!” Andy squealed in a high-pitched voice as he felt a nauseating pain between his legs.

A pain that intensified as the ruthless coach maneuvered a razor-sharp fingernail under Andrew’s foreskin and pressed it deeply into the tender flesh of the unprotected glans.

“AAAAARGH! OUUUUUUUCH!”

“I warned you, boy! Stop struggling! At once!” Mr. Stuart barked. Andy promptly froze in motion.

“There you are. Keep still!” Mr. Stuart, satisfied by the desired effect, loosened the pressure on Andrew’s balls, yet keeping his hand in place.

“Pauvre nu, garçon pédé. Il vous a des couilles , ne pas lui?” Jules snickered gleefully in French much to the amusement of his friends.

Mason sneered and wagged his index finger “Naughty, naughty boy, you are!”

If the shocking pain was not bad enough and the boys taunting comments, Andrew, physically and mentally overwhelmed, delivered a heart-wailing, “Mommy!” which was promptly answered by hysterical laughter.

The boys met Andrew’s childish cry for help with derision.

“Geez! Lil’ baby boy here is calling for his mommy!” Elijah mocked sardonically.

"Man, what a pussy!" Mason observed.

Then Noah bent down shook his head no and teased “Nah! Mommy isn’t going to help her little baby.”

Despite all the contemptuous words, Mr. Stuart did not intervene and each comment shot like a painful arrow through Andrew’s ear.

“Mister Parker! Stop that miserable whining! Your punishment hasn’t even begun!”

Finally the group managed the long distance to the shed, which was a good two hundred feet from the pool area of the school's gymnasium. Mr. Stuart – with Andrew still on his shoulders – reached into his pocket for a bunch of keys and unlocked the shed door. Entering the shed, Mr. Stuart switched the lights on. Andrew's racing heartbeat increased as the hapless, naked boy knew Mr. Stuart would physically discipline him soon.

Several pieces of sports equipment and fitness tools filled the shed. Its ordinary inventory was oblivious to anyone who did not know its second purpose.

“I' m letting you down now, boy. But I warn you: If you cause any more trouble or even try to escape you're getting it the hard way!” he addressed to him in unmistakable words.

As Andrew got back on his feet, he quickly covered his abused organs with shaking hands. Mr. Stuart did not waste more time.

“See that vaulting horse over there?” he pointed to an old-fashioned gymnastics apparatus.

Andrew blinked when Mr. Stuart snapped his fingers as he ordered, “You go there and bend yourself along the saddle. Buck up!”

Without any sign of resistance, Andrew shuffled with weak legs to the fearful device with its leather-covered top that was seemingly awaiting its newest “guest of honor” and maneuvered himself into the desired, humiliating position.

The cold leather felt very uncomfortable on his still wet naked skin. Meanwhile the curious boys were still hanging around the doorframe not daring to move further in and join the private interaction. Their doubts were soon be dispelled.

“It’s okay boys. You can come in and watch how we discipline misbehavior here in Alcott Academy.”

Mr. Stuart invited them. Noah and his friends didn’t need to be told twice as they eagerly entered the shed and witnessed the next step of the preparation for Andrew.

“Not like that! Place your hands on the edge of the saddle, you stupid boy!”

Still unsatisfied with his position the teacher grabbed Andrew's elbows and put them in the required position.

“And spread your legs wider apart!” he commanded as he forcefully shoved Andrew’s calves aside one by one with his foot.

“That’s the way.”

Now submissively bent over the vaulting horse, the naked and yet again whimpering Andrew was ready to accept his tribute whilst his freely dangling pair of balls between his parted thighs was plainly visible for all to see. Next, Mr. Stuart reached for a paddle that hung on a hidden hook.

“You’re now going to become acquainted with ‘Dominus Vindicem’, boy,” saying this, Mr. Stuart swung the paddle through the air.

Turning his head Andy stared with wide opened eyes, “Oh no! Please Mr. Stuart! Don't hurt me! Don't!”

"CRACK!"

“Wow. He really knows how to punish a boy!” one of the marveled boys whispered

Another one stated, “Damn! That is one menacing paddle!"

Having never been beaten before in his life, much less by such a cruel instrument, Andrew wildly shook his head and pleaded in despair trying to elicit, in vain, some hint of mercy. Mr. Stuart just ignored Andrew’s pleadings and proceeded.

“Now keep your mouth shut and your ears open, boy! I’ll only say this once, so you had better pay attention. You have to take ten strokes, I want you to count each one of them and add a gratefully spoken ‘Thank you, Mr. Stuart’ and if you forget, we’ll start again from the beginning! Did you get that?”

Not quite being aware of the serious demand Andy didn’t respond and kept on blubbering.

“I said did you get that?” Mr. Stuart’s words thundered into the room.

“Yes! Yes Mr. Stuart! I count and say ‘Thank you, Mr. Stuart’,” he quickly and submissively replied.

“Okay young man, now prepare for the first encounter of Dominus Vindicem.

Raising his hand the tall, strong teacher landed the first blow forcefully on Andrew's naked ass followed by a nasty cracking sound.

The eagerly watching boys winced as Andrew screamed out an ear numbing yell of agony.

Mr. Stuart not being impressed at all, waited a few seconds and asked, “Forgot the rules? Here’s another first one!”

“Nooo…ONE...” Andy squealed, but he was too late.

CRACK!

Another attack of the cruel paddle cut off his words. This time Andy screamed again, but did not forget to add, “One! Thank you, Mr. Stuart!”

“That’s the way,” a now satisfied Mr. Stuart praised as he aimed the next brutal blow on his naked victim’s bare flesh.

CRACK!

“Two! Thank you, Mr. Stuart!”

CRACK!

“Three! Thank you, Mr. Stuart!

CRACK!

“Four…” Andy was wailing, screaming, crying and counting. “Thank you, Mr. Stuart.”

"Wow, that must be really painful!" the boys remarked in unison.

Only after a few blows all witnesses somehow got used to his “side noise” and paid more attention to the physical reactions and the results of the whip.

CRACK!

“Five! Thank you, Mr. Stuart!”

CRACK!

“Six! Thank you, Mr. Stuart!”

“Fuck! Mr. Stuart’s strength behind the blows is unbelievable!” Liam remarked.

CRACK!

“Seven! Thank you, Mr. Stuart!”

“Yeah, and see how Andrew’s whole body is being shaken after each fuckin’ stroke,” Noah pointed to Andrew’s spread legs, “even his little jewels are jiggling!”

CRACK!

“Eight! Thank you, Mr. Stuart!”

CRACK!

“Nine! Thank you, Mr. Stuart!”

“You’re right, Noah! That’s so funny! Looks like apples being shaken from tree!” Elijah giggled.

When the last stroke has found its destination, Andy’s bare ass was badly covered with numerous red and violet marks as well as blisters. He grabbed his butt and started hopping from foot to foot in order to ease the burning pain. Mr. Stuart was merciful to give the suffering boy a short rest, replaced the paddle and folded his arms. Meanwhile, Andy’s wild dancing made him look so ludicrous that the boy’s fell anew into fits of laughter.

”Look! That’s surely the craziest Irish jig I’ve ever seen!” Noah giggled gleefully.

“Great performance, Candy Andy!” Liam cheered, not showing any pity on his naked classmate.

In his fight against the agonizing ache, the utterly humiliated Andy stammered, “Leave me alone!”

Only to be rebuked by his teacher, “Silence, boy! Haven’t you learned your lesson?” he shouted.

Andy, facing the wall not daring to present his front to the audience, quickly gave in “Yes Mr. Stuart! I’ve learned it. I swear!”