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Public Naked Spankings At The YMCA
It was the 1960's, a time of national anxiety and caution, much of it spurred on by the Cold War with the communist Soviet Union. My father was a Republican and that meant that all three of his sons including me were also Republican whether we were old enough to vote or not. Oddly enough, when the Democratic U.S. President quickly responded to the Cuban missile crisis and forced the Communists to back down, even Dad thought that John Kennedy was the kind of guy he could back even if he hadn't voted for him.
Politics aside, the 60's were also a time of conservative and strict family values and in my family that meant bare bottom spankings for any son that violated Dad's rules of conduct from about 10 and up. I say "up," because I had seen my older brothers spanked over Dad's knee at ages 18 and 19 and I was 13 at the time. Live in Dad's home; live by Dad's rules and the corporal punishment consequences of rule breaking no matter your age.
Well, I knew I wasn't the only boy my age to get spankings, but up to the summer of my fourteenth year I had never seen another boy outside of my own family get a spanking, nor had any boy outside of my family seen me get a spanking. That summer, Dad renewed our family YMCA membership and it was one of the few places that I was allowed to go to without adult supervision with a friend or even alone to use the Y's big indoor swimming pool.
In those days, boys and men had to swim in the nude at a YMCA pool. Nudity was common in our household, so I was used to it there; but after I turned thirteen, I became even more aware of my body, even a bit shyly so.
Having to skinny dip in public at the Y's pool that fourteenth summer would make me feel more than just a little self-conscious, so I was not about to go there with anyone I knew, at least at first. Nonetheless, very hot weather outdoors drove me to ignore my reticence and get myself into that indoor YMCA pool to cool off and have fun.
That afternoon's patronage included a fair number of boys around my age, mostly in tow with older boys or adult men. I stripped to my birthday suit in the locker room and walked out to the pool, mostly keeping my eyes forward and to myself. I heard a boy arguing with an older man as they walked into the locker room to change. I heard enough to know they were father and son; nevertheless, I disregarded the boy and his Dad and making my way to the pool area, took my mandatory rinse shower and then jumped into the cooling pool waters.
A few minutes later, the boy and his Dad appeared in the pool area, both naked of course. The boy looked to be my age, but he might have been a year to either side. He looked unhappy and a little miffed at whatever it was that had transpired with Dad. Dad didn't look too happy either. I sensed trouble, kept my distance, but watched the boy and Dad out of the corner of my eye as I swam around.
Within ten minutes, the boy was verbally jousting with his father again and sure enough I heard,
"That's enough from you young man! Get out of the pool, you are getting a spanking right now!"
The boy's face instantly fell, "Here? Please Dad, I'm sorry, please don't spank me here in front of everyone!"
Naturally, lots of young faces turned including mine and I found myself mumbling, "Yes please, do spank him here," I was instantly l fascinated by the prospect of seeing another boy besides my brothers get a good sound spanking!
"Bruce Morton Johnson, I said, Now! Get out of the pool!" and then even tugged at the boy's ear, ouch! I carefully watched and unlike any of the other boys already in the pool, I followed them out.
Sure enough, Dad took instantly regretful Bruce into the lockers, sat down nude on the nearest bench and pulled his naked son over his knee as a few boys and Dads did watch in there with me. Dad's knee pushed Bruce's bare bottom up higher just like my Dad did with me followed by rapid, hard hand spanks raining down just like my Dad did with me, no mercy whatsoever.
I stood there casually leaning up against the cream tiled locker wall trying to look only half-interested when I was really totally transfixed, my heart pounding as the locker room tiles seemed to magnify both the hard spank sounds as well as the boy's profuse howling for mercy. Did I howl that loud when my Dad spanked me? I didn't think so as my ears soaked in Bruce's sobbing pleas.
Did I kick and wiggle like Bruce was doing? I didn't think that either, my selective memory in excellent form. I looked at the other boys as they watched. Some greedily grinned and whispered their judgments, most others stared silently with foreheads furrowed or with sincere and solemn expressions.
My empathy did finally kick in for Bruce and his spanking finally ended. Bruce was stood up and had to stand between Dad's knees, hands not allowed to rub out the hot stinging throb, just like my Dad didn't let me. Boy his bottom looked painfully red! One thing was for sure, I never wanted to be Bruce with my bare bottom high over my Dad's knee inside of the YMCA.
"Now you behave young man and get back out to the pool, pronto!" Bruce's Dad commanded.
"I don't want to now!" Bruce complained, I was sure embarrassed by others seeing his red bottomed humiliation. Another two hard hand spanks quickly rang out which provoked a little dance of pain, Bruce hopping up and down, his face wincing,
"OK! OK! I'll go already!"
I waited and the boy walked past me barely looking up, his face tear stained and his hands rubbing his naked red bottom. I followed him and watched him quickly jump into the pool and swim to the far side to be alone.
I'll admit, I desperately wanted to talk to Bruce, be near to him and I honestly wanted to empathize, but waited. Finally I did though and from a short distance from him said,
"I get it too, just not here like you did."
Bruce shrugged, seemed only mildly put off, so I moved closer to him. He eventually managed a small smile,
"I'm Bruce. Did you come here with your Dad?" he asked, seeming cheered by my inquiries.
I shook my head proudly, "No, my parents let me come here alone if I want."
If Bruce was envious of my status, he didn't show it much and he smiled a bit more,
"Come on, I'll race you to the other side!" and I quickly agreed.
I found out Bruce was fourteen too, but two whole months younger than me. I had a great time with Bruce that afternoon and even met Mr. Johnson who noticed that I was trusted to be alone at the pool without my Dad.
Then he even suggested to Bruce that he could come to the pool alone if I agreed to meet Bruce. It felt wonderful to be trusted by Bruce's father like that and I would brag to my Dad later about what Bruce's Dad suggested concerning his son.
"Don't let it go to your head David, but that is a nice complement for you," Dad replied ruffling my head, me all smiles and glowing with my paternal reward.
It was impossible not to want to get back to the Y and meet Bruce again as soon as possible. In fact, just two days later and still in the middle of the heat wave, I did just that having completely shed my shyness about public nudity.
We had a great time together and arranged to do it the next two days in a row and then Bruce was gone somewhere with his family for a week. I no longer wished to be at the Y alone, I was hooked on being able to be alone at the Y with Bruce, so I didn't go back during Bruce's absence and that despite the continuing heat outdoors.
Finally though, Bruce did return and we quickly arranged to meet at the Y the very next afternoon, but when we met at the front of the building, a rare and unusual feeling of rebellion took over. I spontaneously decided that I didn't want to swim, I wanted to go get us some ice creams with my pocket money and ride our bikes to a nearby park instead.
I knew I should ask permission from Dad whenever I wanted to do go somewhere different than Dad expected, it was a rule; but Dad was at work and could not be disturbed. I know I should patiently wait to the next day and ask permission first, but my suddenly ravenous ego begged me to take charge!
"I'm not so sure David. Dad expects me to be at the pool, nowhere else," Bruce wisely cautioned, but by then I was quite full of cocky confidence,
"My Dad too, but they're both working, Bruce. Come on, I know where to go, we'll be OK, I promise. Nobody will know but us," I said with the phrase, "what they don't know won't hurt them" coming from that little red devil sitting on my right shoulder.
Bruce shrugged, smiled and gave into me and we took off on our bikes on our little impromptu adventure. We got our ice creams all right and had fun at the park and then parted, each to our homes, no harm done or so we thought.
The very next day I called Bruce rather early to plan another trip to the Y and had actually forgotten about our prior day's illicit excursion. He got on the phone,
"Sorry David, but Dad asked me how the swimming was yesterday. I couldn't lie to him and had to tell him we went to get ice creams … "
My stomach instantly knotted as Bruce continued, " … I got a hard spanking last night and now I'm grounded for a week."
Stomach aching, now a big lump formed in my throat. I had not thought that my plan could backfire like this!
"Oh god Bruce, I'm so sorry, that was my fault!" I said feeling very responsible.
"Dad says it was my own fault for not doing as I knew I should, so it's OK."
My Dad had not asked me about my prior day at the pool, but now I had a really hard decision to make. Should I tell him now? Should I say nothing? As far as I knew, our Dads had not talked before, but would Bruce's Dad call mine eventually to tell him? One thing was for sure, no more trips for ice cream or to the park without permission first.
I did not go to the pool that day, too preoccupied with my moral dilemma, but the day passed without any consequences. The very next day after that my Dad had the day off from work and tracked me down,
"David, are you going to swim with Bruce today?"
His question took me by surprise and I almost panicked, but kept my cool. At least Dad did not seem to know about my trip for ice cream and Bruce's spanking, but now I had a chance to say something, admit my fault and take whatever might come. Dad was a stickler for honesty as a good Dad should be. The question was how much of the real truth was I going to have to reveal and not get into trouble,
"Um, no Dad," I said trying not to show the guilt which was already automatically building up.
"Oh, that's too bad, he's busy huh?" Dad persisted.
Moment of truth but I didn't have the guts to tell Dad the real truth even though I knew I should!
"Yea, he said he couldn't," and that seemed a compromise, if a not very good one.
"Oh, well, let's you and I go for a swim then together," Dad smiled, seeming to not notice my knee wobbling discomfort, so I put on an almost sincere cheery face,
"Um, sure Dad, that will be fun!"
Ordinarily I loved doing things with my Dad so that going to the Y with him should be a no brainer. Well, I was going no matter that I felt pretty guilty about it. Anyway, at least Bruce was grounded and would never be there.
Dad drove us to the YMCA, paid our entrance fees and we went inside to the lockers. We unclothed went out to swim after rinsing showers and I felt a lot better.
I was having my usual fun as Dad swam slow exercise laps for about twenty minutes. Then when I was standing in the pool's shallow end I heard a familiar voice that startled me,
"Hey David, it's me!"
I slowly turned, my tummy already doing back-flips. It was Bruce and not only him, but Bruce's father. Just then, my father showed up besides me. Dad had not met Bruce or his Dad, but heard Bruce call my name.
"Oh, is that Bruce?" Dad asked. I was dead meat and knew it and my shoulders got oh so heavy just then!
"Um, yea," I said very sheepishly.
"You must be Bruce's Dad, I'm Clark, David's Dad. My son said Bruce was busy today and couldn't swim."
"Nice to meet you Clark, I'm Jim. Bruce was spanked and grounded on account of that little stunt the boys pulled yesterday, but it was too hot out not to swim, so I brought him in anyway."
I wanted to sink to the bottom of the deep end of the pool and just disappear and steadied myself for Dad's reaction,
"Stunt?! David??!"
My deception was revealed in total to Dad right there on the spot and Dad (as usual) was fast to take action,
"David, get out of the pool and into the locker room!"
"Are we going home Dad?" I foolishly asked, my instantly clenched tummy muscles causing my voice to helplessly catch and pitch into something more like a little girl's.
"No! You are getting a spanking here young man! You're lucky I don't just blister your bottom right here in the pool area!"
I wanted to beg him, "Not so loud Dad! Everyone will hear you!" but I didn't of course. No matter, the sickening reality of a very, very public spanking, my first, started to sink into my whole being.
I followed Dad into the locker room like a convicted felon into a jail cell, my heart pounding harder than I could ever recall, hoping against hope that it was empty and that the few boys who had overheard my crime and punishment would not follow. It was really hot that afternoon and a whole bunch of men and boys had apparently decided to get out of the weather for a cooling swim at the Y, my wish falling completely short.
All I could do was not make eye contact even as heads were raising and turning to see my Dad's angry expression and my cowered one. Just like Bruce's Dad, my Dad wasted no time, sat on a bench, drew me to between his knees and then without words or notice quickly drew my naked bottom across his bare knees, one of them pushing my bare bottom up high.
I always had hated the feeling of my bare buns so high and helpless during Dad's spankings, my arms and legs fairly dangling in space and me feeling many years younger than whatever age I really was, I supposed that was always the point; but now it was all ten times worse! This was my awful public debut with Bruce and lots of other boys witnessing my helpless predicament and all I could do was squeeze my eyes shut like a five year old pretending that none of it was real.
Dad's spanking hand however was very big, hard and real and despite my spanking experience at home, my fourteen year old bottom was still very tender. Dad wasted no time and launched into me and though I tried extra hard not to do it, I could not help but to lose my cool after just a half dozens swats of his hand, me howling and begging Dad to stop the relentless stinging pain, just payment for my unwise deception.
I tried to at least best Bruce and not kick my feet like a naughty little boy, but I couldn't even prevent that, I just did it feeling all the more humiliated for so many eyes seeing my very un-fourteen year old behavior. Dad was in very good form as usual, really burning my tail in a way that I thought would never end as Bruce and all the other boys looked on.
When it was finally over, Dad helped me up. I quickly wiped my wet face, rubbed at my wet, red eyes and faced him,
"You are grounded from coming to the Y by yourself for a month David, now get back into the pool area and play with Bruce!"
"Yes Daddy, "I softly replied, my false ego-driven pride spanked into oblivion and already my audience was dispersing, the mumbled approvals of adults impossible to not hear, the furtively pleased looks of other boys impossible to not feel.
At least I wasn't grounded from seeing Bruce, speaking of whom seemed genuinely sorry for me as we walked side by side back out to the pool. I craned my neck around to see Dad's bright red handiwork and gingerly felt the red swelling with my finger-tips,
"You ever get it in public before?" Bruce asked. I sighed, it was all my stupid fault anyway,
"No, but what does it matter. It hurt really bad like always and I deserved it, " I said, but I really did care that I got it in front of everyone, except maybe for Bruce. He deserved to watch, that was for sure.
* * * * * * * * * *
My first public spanking and month's grounding from swimming alone at the Y turned out to feel like a blessing in disguise that summer whether it really was or not. At least I got more time with my Dad for whatever reason and Bruce and his Dad not only joined us, but we all went on a father-son camping trips twice that summer before school started that following September.
Bruce and I turned out to be quite the pair that summer and mostly stayed out of trouble with our Dads, but not entirely. Getting side by side spankings at the same time from our Dads was yet a new experience for the both of us, once even in front of a small crowd of wide-eyed boys and adults at the camping grounds, but that's another story for another time. At least I never did have to take another public spanking, naked at the YMCA.
The End
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