Nasty Games II At the Pool Chapter 3 By: _d_i_c_k_ie
So Nick wiped the tears from his eyes and nodded his head and went out the door to the pool area. I felt real sorry for him and watched him as he left. About the time I handed Private Andersen my basket the spankings had started back at our shower room. I don't mean just one swat, I mean there were a bunch before I heard that kid start crying out, I turned to the sound and saw Nate's face, he was giggling. I then looked behind me into the Sargent's office and saw that wuzzy momma's boy that started this whole thing.
"Okay guys, so tell me how did you two avoid the paddle?" Private Andersen was leaning over to talk to us.
Nate and I looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders, then Nate told him. "I don't know."
I stood on my toes to get closer to Private Andersen. "Hey Jim. What about him?" I whispered while pointing to Wuzzy Boy in the other room. I really wanted to see that crybaby get it but good.
Private Andersen looked up at the kid and tilted his head. "Oh, Sarg will more then likely, send him to the public pool."
Nate spoke up. "What?" He looked at the kid and back at Private Andersen. "But he started the whole thing! He deserves a spanking! A hard one too!" I agreed with Nate.
Private Andersen stood up straight and waved his hands towards the showers we came out of. "Well guys. Why don't you go back to the showers and tell the Sarg just that."
We looked at each other and then back down the hall where we could hear the spankings that was still going on. Now then Nate and I may have been a little too anxious to see another spanking, and we may even have been too vocal in our option. But we weren't stupid; we both shoved our baskets at Private Andersen at the same time and ran out the door. I could hear him behind us laughing.
The pool was not all that big, but to a small kid like me it was big, it went from four feet deep to fifteen feet deep, there was a slide on the four-foot side and a diving board on the fifteen-foot side, along with a high dive platform. There were two lifeguard stands, one on each side of the pool at the five-foot mark and eight-foot mark, with a couple of Sargent Campbell's men sitting in them watching us. A chain-link fence separating the pool from the rest of the small courtyard surrounding the pool. There was a wall that surrounded the small courtyard on two sides and the two-story building we came out of on the other two. On the outside of the fence was a patio area and beyond that was really thick grass with tall trees and bushes that ran along the wall and the building. The whole area was cut off from the outside, no one could get in unless they went through the building or jumped the eight-foot wall. In short it was made to keep us kids from wondering away and to give us a safe place to play while the perverts were kept out. Or at least they thought it would keep the perverts out. What they didn't know was that there were at least two of them in there already, not counting the boys who swam there.
Nate and I ran over to the patio and dropped our towels and then we ran around the fence then jumped into the pool. When I came up, I heard a whistle blowing and someone shouting, Nate came up and we both looked around to see who was shouting. It was one of the lifeguards and he was yelling at us.
"You two!" He shouted while standing up on the platform and was pointing at us. "Get your butts over here! Now!"
We swam to the edge of the pool to get out and walk over to him. "What did we do?" I asked Nate, he looked as confused and scared as I felt.
He shrugged his shoulders and sorta whined. "I don't know."
As we walked to the platform the man was climbing down to meet us, he was one of the Sargent's men, he was big and his red tee shirt was tucked inside of the green shorts. The man's legs had big muscles and a lot of hair, his shorts hung tight to his legs and his upper torso was just like Sargent Campbell's, it made his shirt look like it had been painted on him. As we approached him, our heads just came up to his waist so we had to stand with our heads tilted way back so we could look at his face when he spoke to us.
He stood over Nate and I with his hands on his hips, then he barked. "Are you two Newbees?"
Nate and I nodded our heads.
He seemed to look upset with our answer, or should I say, our lack of a verbal answer. "When you are asked a question, you will stand up straight at attention, look straight ahead and answer. You will not just nod you heads like a couple of brainless _s_h_i_t_birds! Is that clear boys!"
We nodded our heads again, halfway through the nod, what the man just said sank in, and I snapped to attention and looked straight at the man's waist. I guess it sank in with Nate at about the same time because he did it too. I was looking right at his groin and in those green shorts I could make out that his _d_i_c_k_ was soft and laying off to one side of his leg. He stood there with his hands on his hips and his legs spread and him looking straight down on us.
"Yes sir!" We tried to sound like soldiers, but I suppose with our high pitched voices it must have sounded silly.
He pointed to a sign on the fence that had the ten rules on it; a sign we ran past but didn't see let a lone read. "I want you two to go to that sign and find me the rule that both of you just broke!"
"Yes sir!" We spoke again in unison; we both turned and ran over to the sign. In my upbringing I was told to never make an adult wait, and that was why we ran. But when we started to read the sign, and for a couple of eight-year-olds reading weren't the easiest thing to do, we saw right off that we broke the first rule. NO RUNNING.
Nate and I looked at each other and we knew we just broke the rule again. I began to turn to go back to the lifeguard when I dumped into him. I snapped to attention and elbowed Nate, he turned around and saw the man right behind us, and he snapped to attention too. We were looking right at his groin again only this time we were standing a whole lot closer and I could almost smell his _d_i_c_k_, and I could also see that it wasn't soft anymore.
"Didn't you two just come from 'Shower Room B'?"
"Yes sir."
"Yes sir."
He walked around and stood behind us now. "I thought that every boy in that room got a paddling today?"
"We didn't do anything wrong sir. So we didn't get a spanking." I answered still looking straight ahead and I saw some of the boys watching us, including my brother Keith. I was getting scared now, if Keith were to tell my dad that I got into trouble I would get a bigger spanking at home.
"That's right sir. We've been good."
"Well you two boys just broke the same rule twice, and in my book that's not being 'good'." The lifeguard knelt down behind us and placed his hands on the seat of our wet swimming suits and began to rub our bottoms. "Now that you two know 'Golden Rule One', I expect you two to obey it." He was speaking in a firm voice, but he didn't sound mad; he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of our shorts and pulled back a little. Nate and I just stood there; I was scared I would get a bare bottom spanking in front of the whole pool. "If I see either of you two running in the pool area again, I'm going to send you inside for an 'old fashion over the knee bare butt spanking'." It was at this point I got the shivers at the thought of being bare in front of this man. "Do we have an understanding here?"
"Yes Sir."
"Yes Sir."
He then snapped our waistbands against our lower backs. "Alright then! You're dismissed!"
"Thank you Sir."
"Thank you Sir." With that said we both walked back over to the pool and climbed back into the cold water. We watched as the big lifeguard went back to his platform.
"Boy! Was that ever close!" I said in astonishment.
"No kidding!" Nate whispered. "I thought for sure we were going to get it!"
Just then a big kid came over and jumped on Nate and dunked him. "Hey! _d_i_c_k_ie ya wanta help me in a chicken-fight?" It was PeeWee and he had a big grin on his face as he held Nate under water.
"Let go of him!" I shouted and lunged at the older boy, he let go of Nate and grabbed me around the waist and threw we to his side. I fell into the water but came up fast, about this time Nate was up and coughing, I began to splash water at PeeWee and so was Nate. PeeWee was splashing back and before long we had an all out war going on. All the younger kids were splashing PeeWee, then some of the older boys came over to help PeeWee; next thing I knew everybody in the pool was splashing everybody else. Then I heard lifeguards blowing their whistles at us to stop; it took a while for everybody to stop.
At the same time we were stopping our little war, Sargent Campbell and the three 'Older Boys' came out of the building. My brother Ron and his friends were rubbing their butts and you could see that they had been crying. All the boys in the pool stopped fighting and looked to the lifeguards as they walked around the pool watching us. It was then I looked at the other boys and saw that they were all standing straight up at attention in the water, those at the deeper end where there wasn't any splashing going on just held onto the side of the pool and all was silent. Sargent Campbell stepped forward and pointed to a boy I didn't know.
"Mister Connors!" The Sargent barked.
"Yes Sargent Campbell?" The boy shouted back.
Sargent Campbell walked around the pool; everybody in the pool was facing toward the shallow end and the Sargent was walking to the deeper end. All the while he never took his eyes off of us. "What 'Golden Rule' have you military brats broken now!"
All the boys were mumbling to each other trying to figure out which rule was broken, when a whistle was blown and all the boys snapped back at attention.
I couldn't see this Connors boy but his voice sounded scared. "I don't know Sargent."
"You have broken the 'Eleventh Golden Rule' boy!"
I looked up at PeeWee. "I thought there were only ten rules?" I heard a snap and saw the lifeguard who had warned me earlier of a spanking if I didn't behave, standing at the pool's edge and pointing his finger at me. I snapped back at attention. When I brought my attention back forward I saw that my brother and the other 'Older Boys' had taken their shirts off and were now standing by the pools edge, and so did the lifeguard in front of me.
"Mister Connors! What is my 'Eleventh Golden Rule'?"
"I don't know Sir!" This kid's voice squeaked, I guess he thought he was going to get it now.
"My 'Eleventh Golden Rule' is 'There will be no splashing wars....'" There was silence as we waited for the Sargent to finish his rule. "Without....US!"
Then I heard someone dive off the diving board, my brother and his friend's jumped into the pool as well as the lifeguard in front of me. All the boys began to scream as the real war began, it was all of us against the lifeguards and the 'Older Boys'. There was splashing and screaming young boys being thrown around, I was constantly being picked up and thrown about as was Nate. I had made my way to the edge of the pool and was beginning to climb out when some one grabbed a hold of my swimsuit and pulled me back inside the pool, he had pulled the seat of my trunks down in the process exposing my pale bottom. Before I had a chance to pull them up, he had grabbed me and pulled me out to the deep end of the pool, I was a little worried because I couldn't swim well. So I quickly turned and wrapped my arms around my capture's neck and he had wrapped his hands on my bare butt under the water. It was PeeWee.
"You havin fun, _d_i_c_k_ie?" His hands were squeezing my bottom and his fingers were making their way up my crack. I was squirming around to his fingers, I was a little scared some one might see but the war was going on at the shallow end not over here at the deep end of the pool.
"Yeah!" Which was true I was having a blast and his hands did feel nice. I always did like it when someone put his or her hands on my bottom, it felt relaxing and I liked being nasty.
"You got a nice butt."
I hugged him tighter and he hugged back.
"You want to meet me in the showers after lunch?"
"What for?" I wasn't being coy. I really didn't know why he would want to take a shower after lunch.
He brought his face back so we could see each other. "So I can play with your butt some more." He was smiling at me like he really wanted to be my friend.
I liked to be fondled so I was game. "Okay! But you can't tell anybody." I looked at him with all the seriousness I could muster. That must have sounded silly, me telling my molester not to tell anyone. "You promise?"
PeeWee smiled at me and brought his fingers up and made a cross sign on his chest. "Cross my hart and hope to die."
"Okay. After lunch."
PeeWee brought me to the edge of the pool and pulled my seat back up over my bottom and let me leave the pool. As I got out of the water the lifeguard who had warned me to behave came up behind PeeWee and pulled him back out to the deep end. PeeWee was facing the man with his arms around the man's neck and who knows what was happening under the water.
I was going to walk out to the courtyard to rest, I was worn out. As I reached the shallow end of the pool Nate was fighting to get out too, I reached out with my hand to help him out when one of the other boys grabbed his swimsuit and pulled them down. I was pulling on one of his hands while his other hand was trying to keep his trunks from being completely pulled off. I had almost lost my grip when Private Andersen came up and helped us out; he had been standing by the pool's edge with another lifeguard monitoring the war. When he got Nate standing he grabbed the boy's trunks and pulled them up for him. Private Andersen then pointed to the boy in the pool, who was about eleven, he snapped his fingers and the boy got out of the water and followed Private Andersen inside the building. The boy didn't look all that happy and was already rubbing the seat of his swimsuit.
"I was just playing with him!" The boy whined.
"Well I hope you don't mine if I 'just play' with your butt too!" Private Andersen had his hand on the back of the boy's neck guiding him inside.
Nate and I went to our towels and laid them out on the thick grass, we lay on our stomachs watching the splashing war that was going on. We laughed as we saw boys being thrown about and at the lifeguards and Sargent Campbell being pulled under the water by all the boys. The war was soon over, the men got out of the water and all the boys went back to playing without them. Sargent Campbell walked over to Nate and I with a towel drying himself off; he sat down next to us as we lay there on our stomachs watching the other boys play. He placed his big hand on the back of my neck and squeezed.
"I heard that Sargent Brink had to stop you two from running around earlier." He didn't sound upset.
I looked up over my shoulder. "Who's Sargent Brink?"
Sargent Campbell pointed to the lifeguard who had warned Nate and I to stop running.
"Oh him." I looked back up at the Sargent. "Yes Sir."
Sargent Campbell's eyes looked down at me, they had a firm look in them but they also had a whole lot of love too. "Are you going to do any more running?"
I shook my head. "No Sir."
He then took his hand off my neck and slapped my wet butt hard. SLAP! "That's what I like to hear!" He shouted in jest.
I arched my back and howled at the playful slap. Nate was watching us and giggled at my spank.
Sargent Campbell looked at Nate. "What are you laughing at?" And with that Nate got a resounding spank as well. SLAP!
Nate also arched his back and howled. "What was that for?"
Sargent Campbell stood up to walk away. "Just practicing." He said as he shrugged his shoulders.
Nate was rubbing his butt, and with his lower lip hanging down Nate stated. "He don't need no practice!"
I laughed and slapped his butt. "Come on let's swim!"
Nate jumped up and we ran over to the fence but stopped just before we entered the pool area. I looked up and saw that Sargent Brink was giving me that adult look, like....'you better not do it'....kinda look. We walked into the pool area and over to the slide, I looked back at Sargent Brink and he was shaking his head and smiling at us. Nate and I were having the time of our lives, we would slide down into the water and then race each other back to the ladder and up the slide. All the time we would walk very fast, but not run.
Well you know that there are good boys who don't mean to be bad, they don't mean to break any rules but it just happens. I was one of those boys. Nate and I must have been playing for about an hour or so, every once in a while you would hear a whistle blown and a kid swatted; but all in all everybody was having fun. At one point while Nate and I were walking very fast to the slide I broke out into a sprint, not a very long one and not very fast. But it was fast enough and long enough to get me in trouble. The whistle blew, at me.
I froze in mid stream and looked at Sargent Brink, he was pointing his finger at me and motioning me to him. I felt sick, one minute I was in heaven and now I was entering hell. I walked up to the man and stood at attention and locked my eyes on his waist. "Yes Sir?"
Sargent Brink was looking around at the other boys and not down at me. "You just had to push it! Didn't you _d_i_c_k_ie?"
I looked up at the man and pleaded. "I'm sorry Sir. I won't do it again I promise!"
He snapped his eyes down at me, which made me jump. "You're at attention son!" He snapped at me.
I snapped back up and locked my eyes again on his waist, I had a lump in my throat and I thought for sure, I would start crying at any minute.
He began watching the other boys again but kept speaking to me. "When you're at attention you don't speak unless you're told you can. You always keep your eyes straight, and never let them wonder." He brought his hand up to my chin and let his thumb rub my cheek where a tear was running down. "Now you've been warned more then once. Haven't you?"
"Yes Sir." I had a hard time answering him with that lump in my throat.
Sargent Brink then called out to one of the thirteen's from my shower room. "Mister Johnson! Front and center! Now!"
Randy Johnson came walking over to us very quickly; he stopped and snapped to attention while standing behind me. "Yes Sir!"
"Mister Johnson you are an 'Older Boy' in this boy's shower room?"
"Yes Sir!"
"Will you please take this boy to your shower room and teach him how to obey our rules." Sargent Brink then looked down at me. "I expect you to take your spanking like a man." He then looked back at Randy. "When you are finished bring the boy to Sargent Campbell for inspection. Am I clear!"
"Sir! Yes Sir!"
"Dismissed." And the man waved his hands towards the building.
Randy put his hands on my neck and guided me inside; we didn't get past Sargent Campbell's office when he called us in. "_d_i_c_k_ie! Get in here!" Randy guided me back around and stood at the door with his hand still holding my neck. "Did you just get yourself in trouble son?"
Tears were trailing down my cheeks. "Yes Sir."
Sargent Campbell looked at Randy. "Mister Johnson!"
"Yes Sir?"
"This will be your first boy to discipline, I expect you do to a good job of it!"
"Yes Sir!"
"If I find out that you were easy on him, I'm going to blister your butt again today!"
Randy swallowed hard. "Yes Sir!"
Sargent Campbell waved his hands. "You're dismissed! Come back here for inspection when you're finished."
Randy then pulled me back down the hall to our shower room. As we entered he stopped and locked the door behind us. "You're Ron's little brother, aren't you?" He then guided me over to one of the benches in front of the showers, and he sat down.
"Yeah." I looked in the face of the teenager who was going to be spanking me and I had to wonder if he would spank me as hard as my brother always did.
"Well I'll tell you what. I'll give em to ya real easy. But the last four or five have'ta hurt so Sarg thinks that I did a good job. Alright?" He had his hands holding my shoulders looking me in the eye. I nodded my head in acceptance of his deal.
"Okay here it is. When ya got a spankin comin ya gotta stand up at attention look straight ahead and say your name and what rule you broke." He let go of my shoulders and sat up straight. "Okay go ahead and do it."
I cleared my throat and snapped at attention. "Sir _d_i_c_k_ie had broken your first golden rule!"
"No that ain't right! Now I gotta give you two more spanks." My shoulders slumped. "Ya gotta say your full name '_d_i_c_k_ie Peters'! Ya got that?" I nodded my head and did it again.
"Sir! _d_i_c_k_ie Peters has broken your 'First Golden Rule'!"
Randy playfully punched me in the stomach. "That's it partner! And what is the 'First Golden Rule'? Now ya gotta recite the rule."
"Sir! Sargent Campbell's 'First Golden Rule' is 'No running in the pool area' Sir!" I remembered how the boys got their lick earlier.
"That's it! Boy you sure do learn quick." Randy then lowered his voice to sound like Sargent Campbell. "You may assume the position, Mister Peters." He then brought his voice back to normal. "Okay now you just pull down the seat of you swimsuit and lay across my lap, or whoever's going to be spankin ya."
"But I saw some of the guys take their suits off."
"Well you can do it that way if ya want to, but ya don't have'ta."
I pushed down the seat of my swimsuit and laid myself across Randy's lap, he helped me get into position. Randy pulled my swimsuit down a little further, as he did so I felt my small pricklet lay pressed against his bare leg and it was electrifying. In no time I was as hard as ever, Randy kept moving around under me and the warm feeling of the boy's leg was bringing me close to a dry orgasm. Before he started to spank me I felt his young hands kneel and grip my small butt cheeks, his thumbs would spread my cheeks apart. His hands would go low on my upturned bottom and then back up, all the while his thumbs would sneak in further inside of my crack.
"Hey _d_i_c_k_ie?" He was practically whispering.
"What?"
"Does Ron ever spank you?"
I rolled my eyes at what I felt was a silly question. "Shoot! He always spanks me."
His fingers were pressed against my willing hole. "With your pants down too?"
"Yeah. He likes to spank me. Whenever we're home alone he'll make me lie across his lap and he'll keep spanking me until our folks get home. But when he's mad he'll spank as hard as our dad would."
SPANK!
"Owe! I thought they weren't going to hurt?" I said as I looked over my shoulder.
"I said I was going to give em real easy. I never said that they weren't gonna hurt." SPANK! Randy stopped and rubbed my butt a little then. SPANK! "But if you think I'm too hard I could get Sargent Campbell to give em to ya." SPANK!
"OWE! No don't get him! I'm sorry."
SPANK! "Man you have got one nice butt there." SPANK! "I'll bet you get spanked a lot!" SPANK!
"OWE!" I had thrown my hands back to guard myself, so Randy had them pinned behind my back. "Yeah!" SPANK! "OWE! How can you tell?" I was fighting back the tears.
SPANK! "I just can."
SPANK! "OWCH! No more. Please?"
Randy's hands were once again kneeling my now sore butt cheeks. "Okay I'll give you a break. But ya have'ta let me do something to ya, while you're taken a break. But before we go back to the Sarg I have'ta give ya some really hard ones. Deal?"
I was choking back the tears. "Okay! I'll be good."
Randy then let me up. "Alright you have'ta lay face down on the bench." My swimsuit had come off during my spanking so when I lay down on the bench I draped my arms and legs down the sides, leaving my throbbing bottom in the air. "Now keep your face down and don't look up." I put my face down and waited. I heard some noise behind me then I felt Randy lying down on top of me, his 4 inch _d_i_c_k_ was slid along my butt crack. I felt him push down on me and then let up, then he would push down again and let up. I had played this game with my cousin Billy from the time I was six-years-old. Then he pushed down again and as he let up I pushed back up. He stopped for a second before doing it again, and we did. "Man! I can't believe how cool you are." We continued to hump each other.
"What do you mean?" We humped again.
"I mean you let me spank you hard, and now you're letting me hump your butt." We continued to hump. "You are so cool for a little kid!"
"Are you going to stick in me?" My _d_i_c_k_ was about explode, all the while we were humping my _d_i_c_k_ was being humped against the hard wooden bench.
"Do you want me to?" Randy had stopped moving, waiting for my answer. I had been taking my cousin's _d_i_c_k_ for two summers now, but each time it hurt a bit.
"If you want to you can. But you can't tell anyone."
Randy went back to humping me. "I better not. The Sarg want's to inspect you after your spanking is finished. It wasn't long before we both had our orgasm, mine dry his sticky. After Randy wiped me clean with some toilet paper he put me back over his lap to finish my spanking. His last four swats hurt like hell and I found myself crying and holding my bottom, he finished by giving me my swimsuit back and we walked to Sargent Campbell's office.
"What took so long, Mister Johnson?"
"I-I was telling _d_i_c_k_ie how to behave for a spanking. Sir!"
"Come here _d_i_c_k_ie."
I walked up to the Sargent and stood at attention. "Yes Sir!"
He looked at me for a while. "Alright son. Why were you spanked?"
"Sir! _d_i_c_k_ie Peters broke your third rule; no running in the pool are. Sir!"
He watched me then. "Alright then Mister Peters, that's good enough. Now lay yourself across my lap." Sargent Campbell pushed himself away from his desk and gave me his lap to lay across. I pushed the seat of my swimsuit down and lay myself down, the feel of this man hairy legs against my small pricklet was getting it hard again. "Mister Johnson!"
"Sir!"
"Please hand me the paddle." I felt the man's ruff hands rubbing my exposed bottom.
"Yes Sir." I couldn't see anything but Randy's voice sounded sad, I guess he didn't spank me hard enough and now he was going to get it. I had to wonder if I would be able to watch. Randy walked up behind me and handed the Sargent the paddle. "Sir."
Sargent Campbell patted my bottom and told Randy he did a good job then told him that he was dismissed. Randy left real fast leaving me across this man's lap, I felt the cold paddle press against my still sore butt. "_d_i_c_k_ie. You promised me that you would behave today. Didn't you?"
Oh! The tears were beginning to flow now; I knew what was coming. "Yes Sir."
Crack!
The paddle hurt as much as I thought it would, my hands shot back to guard my rear and my head shot up as I screamed in pain. Just one hit was all it took and I was crying like the crybaby my brothers always called me. The Sargent picked me up and sat me down on his lap and held me tight until my crying had stopped. All the while he would remind me how much he cared for me and how he wanted me to be a strong young man. He sat there for minutes on end rocking in his chair with me on his lap and his big arm hugging me tight, slowly claming me down. After a while he sat me on the ground and told me that it was almost lunchtime and that I should go outside and get some swimming in before I ate. He gave me one last hug and a pat on the rump and sent me on my way.
End of chapter 3.
(Authors note: I'm sorry for the time it took to write this chapter. I had written one earlier but I didn't like the way it was coming out. It was a chapter that was building up to a rape but I felt it would ruin the rest of the story. If you're interested in reading that chapter, it's not going to be finished and I don't plan on posting it, then just ask for it and I'll send it to you. But like I said I think it would have killed the rest of the story, and that's why I didn't like it.)