Some people liked my first true boyhood story called: "A boy spanked by a Policeman". They asked me if I had some more boyhood spanking memories to share.
While I thought about being spanked as a young boy several other occasions came mind. I recall the day when a swim instructor at the local swimming pool spanked my cousin Evan and me. Please keep in mind, that the story is situated in Europe around 1950. At that time spanking naughty boys was an almost daily event, at home, in schools, and where ever boys were caught misbehaving.
As a young boy of around 13 years of age I spent much time with my 15-year-old cousin Evan, and his 2 sisters Minnie and Maud. I more or less hero-worshipped my cousin Evan. Evan was a handsome boy, well built for his age, tall and blond. A real cheeky wild daredevil he was. On one hot summer afternoon the four of us were together. We wanted to go for a swim in the local swimming pool but we had no money.
My cousin Maud said: "Let's go and ask Melanie if she has got any money."
Melanie was a friend of their's from a well to-do family. Her pocket money was probably more then that of the four of us together. Melanie did want to join us for a swim and counted her money. I don't know if she was honest about it or not, but she said: "I have enough money for us girls, but not for you boys."
Evan said: "No worries, I know how to get into the building without paying". I went with him to his bedroom and we put on swimming trunks underneath our shorts.
In the entrance hall of the swimming pool near the cash registrar was a wall separation that had a gap between the glass screen and the floor of about 12 inches. Evan said to me: "Come on!" and hidden behind the girls he went down on the floor on his tummy and he wriggled himself into the swimming pool building. Reluctantly I followed suit. I was not much of a hero. My heart pounded in my chest. I was afraid of what would happen to us if we were caught.
We went to the men's dressing room and undressed. But as we had not paid we did not have a key to a locker. We took our clothes to the ladies dressing room and gave them to the girls who put them into one of their lockers.
First we went to have a shower and then we went to the pool. We were about to dive into the water when a tall, blond, young man of about 25, dressed in white shirt and trousers, and white canvas shoes stepped in our way. He was the head swim instructor. He said: "You two, come with me."
I stood paralysed with fear, but my cousin boldly said to the man: "What for?"
The swim instructor looked very sternly at Evan and said: "Come with me boy, and you will find out."
He took us to his office. In his office was a young assistant swim instructor of about 18 or 19 years old. He looked at us with a malicious grin on his face. It turned out that he was the one that had seen us sneaking into the building and who had told on us.
The head swim instructor said: "You two have sneaked into the building without paying. Is that right?"
My cousin said nothing. I said: "Yes, Sir."
The swim instructor said: "Have you got the money to pay?"
My cousin said nothing. I said: "No, Sir."
The swim instructor said: "What is your name and address?"
My cousin hissed to me: "Keep quiet!"
The swim instructor waited for a moment for us to answer. But when we both kept quiet he said: "All right then, let's phone the police."
I started to panic. My uncle Carl was a sergeant in charge of the near by Police Station. A few weeks earlier I had been caught breaking into the clubrooms of a tennis club and I got a severe spanking at the Police Station as described in my story: "A boy spanked by a Policeman." I did not want to face my uncle Carl again. I pleaded: "Please Sir, don't call the police. I will tell you who I am. My name is Anthony." The young swim instructor was told to write down my name and address.
Then they turned to Evan. "And your name, young man?"
Evan defiantly kept his mouth shut. "All right", the swim instructor said. "We will call the police."
I cried: "No, no, I will tell you." I did some quick thinking and then I gave them the name and address of my cousin Jack, who was 21 years old and away in military service at the time. The young swim instructor wrote it down.
The head swim instructor pulled a narrow wooden bench into the centre of the office. He said to Evan: "Get over that bench".
Evan shouted on top of his voice: "No way you are going to hit me. You faggot, you bastard!" He tried to run to the door. The two men caught him and the young swim instructor turned Evan's right arm on his back and held him in a vicelike grip.
While Evan was struggling like a wildcat to get free and shouting insults at the men the head swim instructor took from a first aid cabinet that was attached to the wall a big piece of band-aid, which he plastered over Evan's mouth, and some rolls of bandage. There were still muffled sounds coming from Evan's mouth. The two men dragged Evan to the bench and draped him over it on his belly. They tied his hands and feet to the bench with the bandage. They pulled Evan's swim trunk down to his ankles.
Till now on occasion I had a quick glance at Evan's bottom in underwear while he was changing clothes. Now for the first time I could admire his bare, firm, nicely rounded globes in all their glory. Looking at Evan's bare bottom I got a strange excited feeling.
The head swim instructor took of his right shoe, size 11, which had a thick rubber sole and said: "All right son, you asked for it." He raised the shoe high above his head and swung it down on Evans defenceless bottom. WHACK! And again: "WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK." On and ON it went. Evan's muffled wails could be heard while he struggled in vain to get free of his bandages. Evans buttocks gradually changed from pink to red to a glowing deep purple.
At long last the man seemed to get tired and he stopped whacking Evan. "I think that is enough", he said.
The young swim instructor said with glee: "Can I have a go too, please Boss?"
"Well all right then, give him six of the best."
Muffled sounds of protest were heard from Evan. His body rocked up and down on the bench as far as the bandages would allow it.
The young swim instructor with a wicked grin on his face took the shoe from his boss and applied six mighty whacks to Evan's sore bottom with incredible force. Evan squealed like a pig.
After the assistant swim instructor had finished whacking Evan he said to his boss: "Shall I untie this one and put the other one over the bench?"
The man said: "No, no, leave the wild one on the bench for the moment."
Then he said to me: "Will you accept your punishment young man?"
I said: "Yes Sir."
He said: "Drop your pants and come over my knee."
I had not realized that while I was watching Evan's punishment I had got a raving hard-on. I was so embarrassed, I just stood there.
"Well", the man said, "Drop your pants, make it quick."
"Yes Sir", I said, while I dropped my swim trunks and my erection became visible.
The young assistant swim instructor started laughing while he pointed at my erect little penis. The head swim instructor seemed very annoyed. He said to the younger man: "Give him some swats with the shoe."
"My pleasure Sir", the young man said.
The young man grabbed me by the neck, swung the shoe in a wide arc, and the next moment I felt as if my bum was on fire. He hit me again, and again. The pain was horrible. My penis dropped instantly.
"All right", the head swim instructor said, "Over my knee boy, come!"
I whimpered: "Please Sir, no more. I'll never do it again."
The man said again in a threatening voice: "Come boy!"
Softly crying I approached the man's knees.
The man said to his young assistant; "Can I have my shoe back, please?"
The young assistant handed over the shoe to its owner and the next moment this instrument of torture was forcefully applied to my poor little buttocks. I gasped for breath, I cried, I wailed, I promised anything, but the whacks kept coming down upon my red-hot little bottom relentlessly.
After what seemed like an eternity of unbearable pain and despair suddenly the blows stopped. I was put back on my feet. The head swim instructor gently patted my sore bottom and handed me my swim trunks to put back on. "You won't do this again boy, won't you?", he said.
I gulped: "Oh no Sir, never again."
In the meantime the young swim instructor was untying my cousin Evan from the bench. He said to Evan: "If I hear one more peeps out of you we'll start all over again. Is that understood?" Luckily for once Evan kept quiet.
My screams, while I was being spanked, had drawn the attention of swimmers. Folks were looking through the windows of the office.
When Evan and I came out of the office a little girl pointed her finger at us and she said in a loud shrill voice: "Those boys have been spanked, because they did not pay!" Lots of people laughed and I felt very ashamed. But my cousin Evan couldn't give a _d_a_m_n_.
For several days afterward just sitting down was a very painful business. Also for several days I was very worried that my parents would be notified by the management of the swimming pool about our trespassing. That would mean a severe spanking for me from Dad.
Luckily I never heard any more about it. Several weeks later I did get a spanking from my Dad however for another reason. I will tell more about that in my next true story called: "A boy spanked by his Dad."