Humiliated at Swim School (New 11/3)

[EverythingOff]

This fictional story is based on a series of posts by Jonjon2 in the "General Discussions" section, and is written with permission.

For ages 18 and older only.

Chapter 1: Jon and Melinda
Chapter 2: Realization
Chapter 3: Taking Measurements
Chapter 4: A Cold Shower, and Epilogue

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Chapter 1: Jon and Melinda

The season was winding down, and Jon was wrapping up his final sessions at the small swim school. A relatively strong swimmer, Jon hoped to join his school’s swim team. He was enjoying the process of honing his skills, and the school’s private, personalized instruction suited him well.

The school was run by a husband-and-wife team, though it was usually the wife who worked with Jon. Most of the students were younger children, typically ranging from toddlers to early teens, but the proximity to Jon’s home made it a perfect fit for him.

At fourteen, Jon was small for his age. Some might call him a “late bloomer”—though, in truth, he hadn’t bloomed at all. Still, he was a friendly, conscientious young man.

Another perk of the school was Melinda, the owners’ 13-year-old daughter. She helped out with paperwork and occasionally assisted with the younger kids. A year younger than Jon, Melinda had been growing into herself in ways Jon had yet to. She had blossomed early, and Jon couldn’t help but notice. While he wouldn’t exactly say he had a “crush” on her, he did find himself trying, in his own awkward way, to impress her with witty comments and light banter.

Melinda, however, wasn’t particularly interested in Jon. In fact, she found him annoying—arrogant, even. His attempts to charm her often came off as disrespectful, both to her and to her parents.

There was the time her father had asked Jon to retrieve a float from the side of the pool. Jon had replied, “Sure. I suppose it’s too heavy for you.” He meant it as a joke, trying to show off in front of Melinda. But she didn’t find it funny.

Or the time she was reading a book, and Jon, with his usual swagger, had said, “Oh, I didn’t know they taught you to read at your school.” He intended it as a flirty quip, but Melinda didn’t take it that way at all.

And then there were the times Jon would make faces behind her parents’ backs—especially if he saw Melinda looking his way.

In Jon’s defense, some of these actions were his way of compensating for his small size, perhaps even a strategy for dealing with the bigger bullies at school.

Sadly for Jon, however, none of these attempts at humor or flirtation went over well.

As for Melinda, she wasn’t exactly a paragon of virtue. She had her own faults. She was confident—some might even say smug—and she carried herself with an air of superiority. Her role at the swim school gave her a sense of authority, and she wielded it with casual ease. She’d instruct the students on everything from how to stand to when to change, and where to wait. On the surface, she was polite enough. But there was an unmistakable sense of condescension in the way she interacted with the students—regardless of their age.

Additionally, Melinda would often find herself in the boys' locker room, helping the toddlers and their mothers as they would prepare for lessons. Occasionally, Jon would see Melinda in the changing room. On days when that happened, he would find a secluded corner where he could find some privacy. It hadn't been a problem.

On this particular day, after his swim lesson, Jon headed to the locker room. His was the last lesson of the day, and the place was empty—no other students or parents in sight. The owners had left as soon as Jon’s lesson was over, and Melinda was in the office, working on paperwork. That was a relief for Jon. He wasn’t fond of sharing the locker room with toddlers and their mothers, so having it all to himself felt like a small luxury. And he thought that perhaps after he came out of the locker room, he might have a few minutes to flirt with Melinda alone.

Jon quickly took off his swim suit and left it on the bench in front of his locker—right next to a neat pile of his clothes and a dry towel—and then went to the small shower area. The shower consisted of two shower heads, and was open to the changing room with no curtain or privacy wall. This was a constant source of embarrassment for Jon, as he would sometimes find himself needing to shower while the toddlers and their mothers were in the room. Not that anyone paid any attention to Jon, but he didn't much care for the lack of privacy. So, again, to have the space all to himself today was quite a treat.

Jon soaped up and squeezed some shampoo from the bottle, washing his hair. The shampoo would sting his eyes, so he tended to keep them closed through most of the shower. He washed thoroughly, everywhere, turning this way and that, and taking his time as he enjoyed the solitude. Besides, he wanted to be clean and presentable when he went out to visit with Melinda. He gave special attention to washing his armpits, his chest, and even between his legs.

Finally, facing the wall, he finished rinsing off, and he turned off the water. He felt clean, refreshed, and looking forward to impressing Melinda.

Then Jon turned around to head back to his locker.

And when he turned around, his stomach dropped. For there, on the bench directly in front of his locker, sat Melinda, grinning from ear to ear, as she watched the surprised, wet, naked Jon.

In that instant, a million thoughts ran through Jon's mind. Why is she in here? How long has she been in here? She has seen me naked from every single angle, the whole time I've been showering. She's seen everything! But at the same time, Jon felt oddly flattered. Interesting. I wonder why she's been looking at me. Does she want to see me naked? Is she interested in what I look like? Does she like me?

Jon knew that in order to dry off and get dressed, he would need to return to his locker, which is exactly where Melinda was sitting. At first, he thought about cupping his hands over his privates. But then he thought, Maybe I shouldn't cover. Maybe if I covered, Melinda would see me as shy and immature. After all, I'm a year older than her. I'm 14 years old. I'm practically a man. And she's been looking at me naked for a while already. I'll just act confident. That will surely impress her.

So despite his utter embarrassment at being seen naked by the beautiful Melinda, he attempted to stride over to her, where he would surely impress her by being confident and unashamed as he dried off and dressed.

Melinda, on the other hand, was hardly impressed by Jon. His small, immature body and undeveloped, boy-like privates were nothing more than amusing to her. She had to suppress her impulse to laugh condescendingly as he approached. But it went even further for Melinda. This wasn't simply a matter of happenstance. Melinda knew the two of them were alone. She knew he was in the shower. And she had entered the locker room with the express intention of embarrassing him—perhaps even humiliating him—as payback for the snide remarks he had made about her and her parents. Boys such as Jonny, she felt, need a lesson in humility. And she was prepared to personally deliver that lesson.

As Jon approached, still wet from the shower—and now starting to feel a little cold, he noticed that not only was Melinda sitting directly in front of his locker, but she was intentionally sitting on his clothes and towel so he couldn't access them. He was trapped naked in front of her, with no way out. Melinda was oh so proud of her cleverness.

As she sat on the bench and Jon stood directly in front of her, her eyes were directly facing his manhood—or shall we say undeveloped boyhood. She took her time looking directly at him. Then, once she felt she had adequately established her authority, she looked up at his face and said, "Jonny, I just need to clear up some administration matters. I have a form we need to go through concerning your lessons and attendance." To Jon, she seemed to have an aura of authority and confidence, which he found both enticing and intimidating. He felt she just wanted to get things done—and she seemed no-nonsense.

Sadly for Jon, Melinda had a great deal of nonsense in mind.

[NudeBaG]

Interested to see where you go with this one.

[EverythingOff]

Interested to see where you go with this one.

Thanks. It's partly based on a true story, actually. So it's interesting.

[JustHere10]

Great start! I've always like a good commupence story even if it's kind of a perceived one.

[EverythingOff]

Great start!

Thanks!

I've always like a good commupence story even if it's kind of a perceived one.

Right. Of course, what makes Melinda so morally bankrupt, and therefore so capable of her behavior, is that a sane person would hear what Jon said, and say to him, "You know, it's rude to say those things. And at this swimming school, we won't tolerate that kind of disrespectful behavior," and that would be that. Especially since Jon wasn't saying those things intending to be rude; he was just awkwardly trying to flirt and make jokes which were well intentioned but missed their mark. So the appropriate "punishment" for the "crime" would simply be, "Jon, it's disrespectful to say those things, and you need to stop." And being a good kid, he would have.

In contrast, In Melinda's mind, the appropriate "punishment" for the "crime" is an extended naked humiliation.

That's what makes her the smug, condescending, obnoxious 13-year-old girl she is.

I think that by the end of the story, if anyone will be deserving of a good comeuppance, it will be Melinda. I don't plan to write a revenge story, but I'd sure love to see the tables turned on her. One could argue that due to her confidence, a naked revenge on her wouldn't be effective. She is proud of her breasts and her body, and proud of her development below. But trust me. If I were to write such a story, her supposed confidence and positive body image would evaporate in a puff of smoke, leaving her an utterly shamed, humiliated, and thoroughly humbled shell of her former self. Perhaps she would learn to show some respect.

[Mattheus]

I love how he wants to be confident, impress her and doesn’t cover in front of her I guess she will quickly show him his place and bring him back to earth

[EverythingOff]

I love how he wants to be confident, impress her and doesn’t cover in front of her I guess she will quickly show him his place and bring him back to earth

Yeah. I really don't like her. I think she's the first character I've written who I truly dislike. She seems to have zero redeeming qualities. Or if she does have any, I haven't found them yet. We'll see.

[Jonjon2]

Maybe Jon won't be so arrogant after this encounter. He may normally see himself as superior but perhaps that may change.

[EverythingOff]

Maybe Jon won't be so arrogant after this encounter. He may normally see himself as superior but perhaps that may change.

Maybe.

[EverythingOff]

Chapter Two: Realization

As the 14-year-old Jon stood naked before the seated 13-year-old Melinda, her eyes directly level with his privates, she lifted a clipboard and pen.

With her eyes squarely trained on his exposed penis, not even bothering to look up at his face, Melinda said, "I need to confirm your attendance record."

Jon, while a bit intimidated by Melinda's air of authority, also found himself flattered by the attention. She was staring at his penis. What other reason could there be, other than she liked what she saw. What reason on earth could there be to keep him naked, other than to look at him. Jon, a young gentleman himself, would never ogle a girl's body in the way that Melinda was ogling his. But Jon knew that while girls should preserve their modesty, boys should feel free to show off a bit—provided that a girl is interested. And Melinda certainly seemed interested.

Melinda would ask her questions about his attendance record and write his responses on the chart, shifting her gaze up and down his naked body all the while. Picking up on this attention and interest, Jon was becoming emboldened. He would shift his body left and right, giving Melinda the best possible views. If she was interested, why not let her see everything in as much detail as possible? His delight was evident on his face. His arrogance only increased, as he enjoyed the attention from this beautiful girl. He couldn't have been less embarrassed in that moment. He was truly flattered, proud, and eager to show off.

For Melinda, on the other hand, her disappointment was twofold.

First, her intent was to humble the boy through naked embarrassment. She could see from the delighted look on his face—and from the way he was confidently and proudly showing off his body, that he was hardly embarrassed. To the contrary, he was enjoying it. This wouldn't do.

Second, as a side benefit of humiliating Jon, she had hoped she might actually get to see a developed (or at least developing) penis. She had seen many penises before, as she had helped the younger boys in the locker room as they would change before and after lessons. But those were younger boys. She knew Jon was 14 years old. And even though his frame was small, she had expected that there might be something more interesting down below. But as soon as Jon turned around in the shower, she saw that wouldn't be the case. His penis looked no different to her than those of the younger boys she had seen so many times before. Not that she still didn't get a bit of a tingle from seeing it. She enjoyed looking at it's small smoothness and at the tiny testicles below. Even with the younger boys—even as young as five or six—she would get a little tingle below when she would see their exposed privates. With Jon, however, she had been hoping for something more. And the more she looked at his little-boy penis, the more disappointed—and perturbed with him—she became. She almost felt like she had been duped, expecting to be treated to the view of a teen penis, and instead finding only a hairless, tiny noodle.

As she continued to ask questions—and Jon continued to answer with increasing cockiness and arrogance, she was angry.

Further, in addition to punishing him for being arrogant, she was starting to feel the need to punish him because she had deprived her of seeing a fully developed penis.

Something had to be done.

She finished the form.

Then she had an idea.

She flipped the form over and started to improvise.

She looked up at his face. "Now, Jonny, I need to ask you a few questions about your medical history."

Jon, still confidently standing before Melinda, looked her straight in the eyes and replied in a bit of an arrogant tone, "Actually, if you don't mind, I prefer to be called 'Jon.' People used to call me 'Jonny' when I was little."

The setup was perfect, and Melinda pounced on it. She solidly looked directly at his penis, then back up at him. "When you were little?" She looked down at his penis again, and remained fixed there as she said, "I think 'Jonny' suits you well. Or perhaps 'Little Jon.' Don't you think?" Then, blankly, she looked up at his face to see if he had received the message.

Jon was confused. Why would she say such a thing if she had been going out of her way to see him nude?

Melinda, realizing that Jon didn't yet fully understand the situation, felt she needed to punctuate the sentiment. After all, why leave anything to chance when she had the ability to deliver a direct punch.

Looking directly at his small, hairless penis, she said, "Yes, 'Little Jon' seems very appropriate. Why, your penis looks almost identical to those of the five- and six-year-olds I work with." Then she looked up at his face. His confidence was melting, and she was feeling emboldened. The message was staring to get through, but she felt the point could be further driven home. "Yes, in fact, I would have expected that for a boy who is 12 years old, you would have been more developed by now. You might have some hair, and it might be thicker and longer."

Jon, becoming more deflated by the second, protested, "But I'm not 12. I'm 14!"

Melinda smiled. She knew full well that he was 14. She was simply playing mind games.

"Oh," she said, feigning surprise—and a bit of pity—as she casually glanced at his penis again. "Well, that makes it even more surprising that you—as a 14-year-old boy—would still have the penis of a six year old. Doesn't it."

Jon was stunned.

Melinda was satisfied. For the moment, anyway.

She casually flipped her hair back and looked down at his penis again. "Pity."

Then she went back to her form.

Jon suddenly felt a wave of realization and humiliation. Melinda had absolutely zero interest in him. Further, she seemed to be intentionally making him uncomfortable, staring at his nakedness not because she liked what she saw, but only because she wanted to embarrass him for some unknown reason. He choked up a bit. The arrogance from a moment ago was gone. The desire to show off had vanished. Now, he simply felt like a naked little boy in front of a beautiful, mature 13-year-old girl.

In his newfound embarrassment, his shoulders slumped just a bit, and he nervously cupped his hands over his penis.

Melinda looked at his trembling hands. She looked up at his eyes, now cast down toward the floor.

And she smiled.

She was overjoyed that he was covering his little penis. He was finally embarrassed to be naked in front of her. He no longer had the upper hand. She held all the power, while he was literally exposed, vulnerable, and powerless. Her message had been clearly received, and she reveled in it. She even started to feel a little tingly below. Not because of his nakedness, but because she enjoyed her complete and total control over the naked boy.

And now that Jon had been utterly deflated, she could proceed with her sadistic plan of complete subjugation and humiliation. Jon (or "Little Jon" as she decided in that moment she would refer to him), may have thought he had reached the point of maximum embarrassment. But he didn't understand what Melinda was capable of.