Go Swimming

You got spanked... and kissed.

The previous morning plays on repeat in your mind all day. You finish your cleaning, and it takes all day. It's mostly mind-numbingly dull, except for folding Jeff's laundry. You stare wistfully at his boxers and feel your 'Sports Pants' tightly cupping your erogenous zone. The word 'Big' echoes through the recesses of your mind...

You wake up the next morning feeling odd. Not just because you have to put the tight briefs on again, and wear them to school, but also because something feels different.

Oh right, Swim Team meets today. That must be it.

You head downstairs extra early and make breakfast like normal. It isn't even close to being light out yet, but Swim Team meets in the mornings, so you had to change your schedule yet again.

Jeff shows up a little later than normal, but doesn't mention the previous morning. You don't either, and you're fine with that.

When you're both finished eating, Jeff gives you your Swim bag and heads out to the car to drive you to the school's pool where Swim Team meets.

You look through the bag before leaving just in case. To your pleasant surprise, the swimsuit inside is a normal, standard-issue school swim uniform. Black Nike swim shorts. No pink. No sequins. Just normal swimwear.

You ride over to the first practice dead-tired, but you're sure that it can't be any worse than gymnastics. You feel like you might even be a little better-equipped to deal with new and stressful situations after everything that's happened recently.

You join the boys team in the locker room, change into the skin-tight shorts, and start practice.

It isn't bad!

You've never loved swimming, but only because you never really went swimming. One or two visits to the local pool each year were all the experience you had. But the instructor, a tall brunette woman you recognized as one of your gym teachers, was really nice. And you were almost excited to start learning the different strokes.

You barely notice when practice is almost over. It felt like it was only beginning.

You catch Jeff wave at you from the stands before leaving, and let out a sigh of relief. Swim Team might just be alright after all.