Swim Boy


by Jared A Morgan <Hotboy469@hotmail.com>

While going to college in the morning and early afternoon keeps me pretty busy, I also work in the late afternoon at a private swim club which has an Olympic size pool that is used by people of all ages who are members, for recreation, exercise and also for swim team practices.

This private swim club is pretty ritzy and the people who are members are pretty much the upper middle class and upper class of the area who in spite of their money are fairly friendly and seem to respect the lifeguard staff when it comes to enforcing the club rules and policies.

If a member creates a scene and refuses to follow a policy or rule then the lifeguard contacts the clubhouse office manager who then comes over to investigate the problem, and if the manager decides that the member is wrong then they can be barred from using the facilities for a set length of time.

Most of the infractions are glass containers in the pool area, kids running on the deck, horseplay, etc. but unlike the inner city pools we have very few serious problems and being a lifeguard here is like a vacation in paradise, you know it's pretty rough living here in Florida but someone has to do it!

About a week ago I noticed a new boy on the boy's swim team and what made me notice him was his carrot red hair, in that bowl cut that young boys like to wear, and he was walking into the men's changing room to change into his suit.

He was wearing the uniform of the private school that a lot of the kids in the area attended, consisting of a forest green shirt and tan trousers, and with his red hair he really looked good wearing that green shirt and those pants could barely contain his little bubble butt.

I waited a minute or two and entered the changing room under the pretense of cleaning up the area and was greeted by the sight of a tight pair of pale buns staring back at me and I stood there gazing at them until he noticed me standing there.

"Hey there, champ" I said smiling. "Are you new to the team, I haven't noticed you here lately?" And startled by my voice and my presence he quickly bent over and pulled his Speedo trunks over his feet and started to trip and fall.

I rushed forward and caught him in my arms and helped him to his feet with his swimsuit still down around his ankles and I happened to catch a good look at his pubic area, which was still hairless.

Being red headed he began blushing and stammering when he realized that I was still holding him so I let him go and stood back while he turned away and pulled his swimsuit up his muscular legs and onto his smooth little buns.

Turning around and facing me he introduced himself as Ian, he had just turned thirteen and that he had joined the swim team after just moving here from up north with his parents, who were in the industrial computer business and were pretty well off.

I gathered from the way he talked and and what he said that his parents didn't spend a lot of time with him, being too busy at work, so after school he was pretty much on his own, and he liked to swim, as I would find out later on.

He went out to his swim team practice and I went out for my turn on the chair and watched him and the other boys practice their warm-up exercises on the west side deck and then do their required practice laps until closing time.

I hung around the locker room cleaning up and hosing down the toilets while the boys showered and changed into their street clothes and in spite of having rich parents they were pretty friendly with me, being young I could identify with them (except for the money!) and I joked around with them while I was cleaning up.

I noticed that Ian was slow getting dressed and he kept watching me while I went in and out of the janitors closet which was inside the changing room, but I didn't think too much of it, and that afternoon he walked out with me as I locked up and checked the lights and doors before I left.

Because if I forgot to lock something up and some kids got inside the pool and got hurt or maybe drowned then it would be my ass and my job, so I was extra careful to make sure that everyone was out and that no one could get back inside.

Several weeks later I was closing up the pool and had seen Ian earlier, but as I was getting ready to leave I didn't see him or his bike out front, and since I first met him he had been real friendly towards me and usually hung around the pool while I was closing up so he could talk to me, because it seemed that he was lonely, and wanted someone to pay attention to him.

I had not seen him leave so I went back inside and started looking around and noticed that the janitors closet door was pulled tightly closed whereas I usually leave it partly open to let the musty smell air out.

So I yanked open the door and flipped the light on and saw Ian crouching down behind some boxes with a startled look on his face, and shaking with fright he rose slowly clutching his knapsack in his hands in front of his chest like I was going to punch him.

Even though we were not supposed to touch a member except for first aid, I was so pissed off that I grabbed his knapsack and pulled it and him out into the now deserted locker room and started yelling at him.

"What are you trying to do to me, make me lose my job here, while you swim around in the pool and get caught by the security patrol" I screamed at him. "I'm not rich like you are, I need this job so I can live and go to college and I don't like some bratty little rich kid screwing up my life"

I was like, really ballistic with Ian, who was sitting on the changing bench with his eyes looking down at the floor and his knapsack between his legs, and he was on the verge of crying as I went on and on.

"I thought we were friends and all" I said, my voice starting to break. "And this is the way you treat me, hiding here and almost getting me fired, and for what, what was so important that you hid here?"

With his voice cracking and not wanting to look me in the eye he stammered out that he liked to swim a lot, that it made him forget that his parents ignored him and that he didn't realize that I would get in so much trouble and that he was sorry about all of the trouble.

"Sorry, is that all, sorry!!" I yelled. "I can't let this go without teaching you a good lesson, because of your stupidity I'm going to have to call the security patrol and also call your parents to come pick you up".

And with that I started walking towards the door to make some phone calls, when all of a sudden I heard Ian jump up and call my name, and I turned to see him standing there with his hands held out.

"Wait, pleeaassee Jared" he whined. "Don't call my parents or anyone else, if you do I won't be able to swim here anymore and I really like being here with you, pleeaassee?" He said with a questioning look in his green eyes.

"Okay I won't then". I snapped back as I sat down on the bench across from him. "But what am I supposed to do, just pretend it never happened, and let you go without being punished?"

He shook his head like he was clueless so I stood up and told him to stay there and I went into the office and found a ping-pong game set that we played around with when it was quiet and we were bored, and taking one of the smooth rubber faced paddles I went back into the locker room.

Sitting down again in front of him I started lightly smacking the paddle into my hand while I watched his reaction, and react he did, even though this kid had probably never been paddled in his life, he knew what the paddle meant and he knew what his options were.

Squirming on the bench and turning red in the face he started to stammer that he had never been spanked before and didn't want to start and after all he was now thirteen, and a big boy now and even his father didn't spank him, and on and on he went.

I just sat there letting him run out of steam and when he was through I stood up and started walking towards the office like I was going to use the telephone.

"Wait, OK, I'll take the spanking, what do you want me to do". He said, with a real defiant look in his eyes, as he stood there with his arms crossed, glaring at me from across the room.

"Well, first you need to change that look in your eyes and that tone in your voice". I said, walking towards him and sitting down on the bench. "And next you need to stand in front of me".

Approaching me slowly he stood in front of me as I reached up to unbuckle his belt and he jumped back "Oh _s_h_i_t_, you're not going to spank me naked are you, no way?

"Well dude, it's either my way or the highway, you either take a spanking like I how I do it or you don't ever swim here again, got it?" I said grinning, and right before my eyes, this _c_o_c_k_y little rich kid collapsed into a worried little boy who was fixing to get his butt tanned and good.

"Will it hurt bad, I mean real bad," he stammered. "I've never had a spanking before, some of my friends have, but they won't talk about it".

Pulling him towards me again I unbuckled his belt and undid his pants and letting them drop to the floor I replied "Yeah, it's going to hurt real bad, like me almost losing my job here because of you".

I could see the fear in his eyes when I said that because he knew that he had really screwed up and that his just punishment was coming, as I slowly pulled his bright white BVD briefs down to meet his pants on the floor.

I laid a towel on my lap and told him to lay down on my lap, and with tears in his eyes he slowly crouched down and laid over my knees, and him being small and me being muscular in the legs, it was a perfect fit.

I stared down at his pale and smooth muscular buns and asked him if he was ready for his punishment and with dread in his voice he asked how many would he get.

I thought about it and said that since he was thirteen and the offense was so great that I would double his age and add four to round his punishment out to an even thirty.

With that he moaned, thinking he was going to get off light, but NOOO as I brought the paddle down quickly and smoothly on the center of his little butt, WHACK and then several seconds later another WHACK and I heard some groaning, then WHACK...WHACK...WHACK...WHACK... and he started to cry softly.

By the time I reached fifteen he was crying real heavy and thrashing around, WHACK...WHACK... WHACK...WHACK...WHACK and even though my right arm was getting tired I was sure his now red-hot butt was hurting even more as I came into the home run slide.

WHACK...WHACK...WHACK...WHACK...WHACK and by now he was screaming and I finished it off with the grand finale as I brought the paddle up even higher for the last WHACK.

I let him lay there for several minutes on my lap before I had him stand up and turning him around I checked for marks or bleeding, but there was none, just a whole lot of RED going on.

I pulled his underwear and pants up very carefully and fastened his belt, then standing up, I hugged him and told him that we were even, that we could still be friends, but if he ever tried hiding again I would double the spanking even more and it would really hurt.

Using a wet towel by the sink I cleaned his face up and walked him outside while I locked up the doors, and I asked him where his bike was and he said he had left it at home so he could try and fool me into thinking he had already left the pool.

With that I laughed and said that now he had to walk home, unless he wanted to catch a ride with me, and he kinda smiled and shuffled his feet and said he was glad he didn't have his bike, that his rear end was way too sore.

I came back to work on Monday and still had a job so I guess Ian didn't break down and tell his parents, and a little while later I was in the locker room when Ian came in and seeing me he came over and gave me a great big hug.

"Thanks for caring about me"; he said smiling at me. "I thought about what happened and I know who really cares about me".

And we stood there in the deserted locker room and I thought that maybe he wasn't such as bad kid after all, but who knows, stay tuned and see if he really learned his lesson.


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