Start Shaving

The rest of the week passes by normally enough. You slowly get used to waking up early for swim practice. You no longer have your IT job, so you head straight home after school, unless you have Gymnastics practice. You make yourself wear the dumb girly apron, knowing you might get spanked again if you don't. You actually enjoy your Swim practices. All and all, it isn't a bad week. The only difficulty had been wearing Sports Pants everyday. You swear you can hear more and more chuckles in the locker room every time you change.

You're in the kitchen Friday evening when Jeff walks in. "Hey, tiger! Smells great!" He takes a seat at the table just as the timer goes off.

You dish out two plates of food then take both to the table and sit down across from your stepdad. "Hey, Sir..." you mumble.

Like usual, Jeff immediately starts probing into your personal life. "So, how ya likin' Swim and Gym so far? I've gotta say, some of the other girls on your Gym team are pretty cute. Got yourself a girlfriend yet? Think I could get her number?" He laughs like it was a hilarious joke.

You roll your eyes. "Swim and Gym are... fine. I guess I'm having fun with Swim team." You poke around at your food, not really wanting to talk.

"Oh, is that so?" Jeff continues. "Do you think it's something you'll want to stick with? You know I expect you to compete and do your best on both your teams."

"Yes Sir. I will..." It wasn't completely a lie. You did actually enjoy swimming, and the thought of competing at swim meets didn't sound too bad. You were less excited for your first Gymnastics event. The thought of all the parents and all the other classes watching you perform in your unitard... "I'm not very good yet, but coach Leslie says I'm really fast for my level."

Jeff beams and claps you on the back. "Nice! I knew you would be! I'll be there at every meet cheering you on!"

You blush. Even though Jeff had basically **** you into Gymnastics and Swimming, it felt sort of good to be praised like that. He was so enthusiastic and passionate about everything he did. It was almost magnetic. You felt yourself being drawn into his world. If he believed you were a great swimmer, you slowly started to believe as well.

Jeff continues, "Hey, I have an idea. You wanna be really fast in the water right?"

"Yes Sir..." you weren't sure where he was going with this.

"Well I know how to give you an edge. I'm sure all the boys on the varsity team are doing it already. You shave, right?"

"Shave?" Of course you shaved your face. Your hair came in pretty patchy and it took forever for anything but peach fuzz to appear, so you made sure to give yourself a razor thin trim at least once a week. "Yes, Sir. But what does that have to do with swimming?"

Jeff grins. "Water resistance! I was watching the Olympics a few years back, and they did a whole segment on shaving during one of those boring in-between segments. Male swimmers shave all their body hair off to make themselves glide through the water easier. Smooth as dolphins, all of them!"

"Really?" You were vaguely aware of swimmers going to great lengths to trim precious seconds off their time, but did guys really shave ALL their body hair? Wouldn't that look... strange? Although thinking back to practice, you couldn't really remember any of the other guys being noticeably hairy... Maybe they did shave.

"Oh yeah, of course!" Jeff says enthusiastically. "Look - I've got a brand new razor up there in your mother's bathtub. I was planning to grow my beard some but I think I'll just keep trimming with the ol' eletric razor I got. Why don't you use it and try shaving tonight then see how you feel next Swim practice? I bet you'll be way faster!"

"I... don't know..." you say. Even if other swimmers did it, you weren't sure you could pull it off. Most of the varsity swimmers on the boys team were pretty muscular and super toned. You were more on the slender side and kind of... soft. If you ever wore shorts to class, your legs would look downright girly. "No thanks. I think I'll pass on this one, Jeff."

"Excuse me?" Jeff raises an eyebrow.

Shoot! "I mean, Sir! No thank you, Sir," you quickly correct.

"Mhm. Look, Aiken, this is one of those situations where step-daddy knows best. So if you aren't going to shave yourself, well, I'll just have to do it for you!" He grins and starts moving towards you.

"W-wait!" You dart to the other side of the room. After your spanking, you weren't sure what Jeff was capable of, and you really didn't want to find out. "Okay, okay, I'll shave! Just let me do it myself!"

Jeff smiles and nods. "Good boy, that's what I thought!" He escorts you to the bottom of the stairs and says, "Oh and Aiken, remember to get everywhere. That includes your -ahem- bikini area, too. There shouldn't be a single hair left on your body when you're done, understand?" He laughs and slaps your ass on the way up the stairs.