It's
Not Fair - Peter's Letter 3
By Mike
Ploog
mikeploog_81@yahoo.de
Copyright 2020, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions
of sexual activity
involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to
view such material or
if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do
not save this
story.
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This story is set in the Puericil Universe.
This is
one of the letters to the "It’s Not Fair!" column, in "Boy
Stuff"
magazine. In them, boys complain about how little privacy they are
allowed, and about the double standard that makes it OK for people to
see them naked but protects girls’ modesty. Because of its
length and
more edgy nature, it is published as a standalone.
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Letter published in the It’s Not Fair section
of the magazine called Boy Stuff:
(this letter has been written by Mike Ploog The response is by Cassie.
The letter is published as originally sent. Before being published in
the all ages magazine, some of the more sexual descriptions were
slightly toned down. The request not to be called Petey was however
published as is)
(You can read Peter's first letters in INF 14
and INF 34)
Peter (age 19)
Dear It’s not fair,
I’m writing again because I once more need your advice badly!
I hope you remember the letters I sent to you during my time at Madame
Parker -
I mean the terrible and strict private teacher and her two daughters.
I’m happy to say that this unbearable episode of my life is
long since
over. After the longest eight weeks in the world, I finally travelled
back home to my mommy.
I tell you, my time at Mrs. Parker
was nothing but life in prison, especially when after my failed attempt
to escape the house the strict Lady forced me to spend the whole day in
nothing but my underwear which I explicitly described in my letter.
At least, thanks to the private teaching my grades actually improved
and I passed my final exams at school.
You may now think that all those hard lessons had finally lend to a
happy-ending, but that is not so. On the contrary!
Let me explain the new ordeal I have to suffer: After I’ve
finished
school, my mommy decided to keep me on Puericil for another two years.
TWO YEARS, imagine that!
She always says she’s doing it
because I am still too immature and that she loves me so much and
doesn’t want me to do “bad things” and
“to get in trouble” and
blabla...
But she also decided that I had to make myself
“useful” and earn some money. Alas, the law
doesn’t allow a Puericil
boy like me to work in an “adult-job”, though
I’m already 19 years old
since last month. That’s not fair! I SO MUCH want to be a
firefighter,
but my mommy had other plans. Fateful plans.
You know
what she did? She arranged me a job at the Puericil company. Let me
tell you what this means: You may know those “youth health
trade
fairs”.
These are nationwide organized fairs where famous
companies present their product lines for children and youths
– you
know, like manufacturers of health and hygiene articles. The biggest
and by far the most popular exhibitor at these events is always
Puericil. At their booths they present their newest pills, sprays and
suppositories and all their other products such as youth health guides,
rectal thermometers, diapers or their famous “Puericil
paddles”.
But they not only show the products. No, they also present real
Puericil boys! And my job is to be one of these “live
models” as they
call us.
Of course, I’m not the only boy who is suffering
this fate. We are mostly a group of 15 of Puericil boys who are
presented as “live models” to interested visitors.
They have boys of
all ages with the youngest being only 10 and the oldest being 19 or
even 20. But at the most fairs it’s ME being the senior. The
younger
boys are hired from local schools in the town where the fair takes
place but I am one of the few “permanent live
models” travelling around
the whole country, each week being booked for another similar event.
And I’m already doing it for three months!
At those
events, us boys are all supervised by the strict and authoritative
Puericil staff - young hostesses dressed in business costumes, each of
them carrying a paddle which they use to discipline us if needed.
Let me explain a typical scenario: Whenever an interested parent visits
our booth – and they usually come in crowds – a
Puericil hostess is
showing them the company’s products and explains the benefits
of a
Puericil therapy. It doesn’t take long until they turn their
attention
to us boys. We have to stand in line in a separate area where we have
to wait until our service is needed. And we are always naked! Imagine
that! The only thing we are “wearing” is a big
number hanging on a
neckband and when a hostess needs a “live model”
she simply snaps her
finger at the chosen boy, calling “Number 15, come
here!”
“Number 15”, that’s normally me, the
oldest Puericil boy. I am called
whenever a parent wants to see and examine an adult-aged (but still
highly underdeveloped) Puericil boy. And there are many of those
visitors. Each day!
Naked as I am, the hostess then leads me
to the guest. I always have my struggle to keep pace as she hurries
ahead making quick steps with her click-clacking high-heels.
Most of the visitors are single moms, very seldom dads or couples. For
boys younger than 22, the Puericil areas at the fairs are highly
prohibited. Same goes for bachelors. Oddly, these restrictions do NOT
apply to girls!
No wonder I practically have to face females
only! You have no idea how humiliating it is to be presented to those
young or middle-aged women and their curious daughters in tow. The
routine is nearly always the same. I am introduced to the visiting
woman and have to make a bow (!) to greet her before the hostess gives
a brief description of me, the “voluntary live
model”. As if!
It doesn’t take long until the women start to ask me dozens
of
questions like “When did your mommy put you on
Puericil?” “How is it
being on Puericil for so long?”, “Are you fine with
it?” etc.
Of course, the hostess expects us to show our best and most mannerly
behavior. And we are NEVER allowed to complain about our Puericil
therapy. Instead, we have to answer drilled phrases like
“I’m so happy
to be on Puericil, Miss Wagner” or
“’Puericil had made me a
well-behaved and obedient boy, Miss Turner.” And yes, it is
our duty to
address the women properly as “Miss” – we
even have to say “Miss” to
their daughters, no matter how young they are. That is so humiliating!
Each visitor is also allowed to touch and examine us wherever she
likes. I tell you I’m always feeling so awkward when they
explore my
naked body and check my peenie with their hands, not to mention the
wide-eyed and curious looks of their watching daughters. I lost count
of the times when an eight, ten or twelve year old girl was asking her
mother things like “Why is he all nakey?” or
“Can I touch his willy?”
It’s even more embarrassing when the daughters are elder
teens – you
know, girls who already look like fully-grown women. They always check
me out with derisive smiles. And some of them can be really rude. I
still remember a particular slutty looking girl in hot pants and a
tight tank top. She grabbed my penis and said “It’s
shorter than my
pinkie. No way this puny boy is two years my senior. He looks like
12!”
On the other hand, the hostesses always expect us to
grin and bear those incidents. Also, we are not allowed to cover and
protect our privates. If we try, a swift and painful smack will be
delivered on our naked hiney. However, it usually only needs a stern
look from the hostess to put our hands back in place.
As I
said, the Puericil hostesses want us to be polite and courteous, so we
also have to offer the guests coffee and cookies. They are always
amazed and delighted when I serve them and beam like "What a handsome
and well-mannered boy you are."
If I’ve made such a good
impression, the hostess gives me an encouraging slap on the backside
and sometimes even rewards me with a candy.
That’s one of
these rare moments when I’m really proud. You must know that
the strict
hostesses are hard to impress. But can’t you understand that
I still
don’t like these meetings and conversations with the guests?
It’s so
embarrassing. So degrading! And why do I have to serve them? I mean,
I’m not a servant!
However, there are things we have to
endure during these trade fairs, which are even more embarrassing. MUCH
more embarrassing!
As you may know, many Puericil boys have
to wear diapers as the medicine can sometimes cause incontinence due to
a side-effect. So, every afternoon the Puericil company offers a
special and free diapering lesson for girls. Diapering lessons! Can you
believe that!
Let me explain this highly humiliating
procedure: First, one of the hostesses demonstrates the
“changing
technique” on one of us boys. The particular boy is laying on
a gurney
and is wearing a prepared diaper. His diaper was soaked with a special
substance of yellow tinged water to give the impression of real urine.
As she’s describing her actions, the hostess takes off his
“dirty”
diaper, cleans and powders his privates thoroughly before she puts him
on a fresh pair of Puericil diapers. The demonstration is even filmed
and streamed on a big screen for the participants to watch!
Meanwhile, each girl is standing at her own gurney on which her own
“practice partner” is already lying on his back
wearing an equally
prepared diaper full of fake pee ready to be changed. Imagine a line of
dozen gurneys, each of them occupied by one us Puericil boys with a
girl eagerly waiting to remove his wet diaper.
As part of
our preparation, the hostesses even had our arms fixed with Velcro
straps. Officially, they say that this a precaution to prevent us from
falling off the table but I know they do it to keep us immobile so that
we cannot cover our privates and interfere the girls’
training. That is
SOOO humiliating!
When the girls start to handle their boys,
two or three hostesses walk up and down the line acting as an
instructor and a helping hand if needed. They show them how to
thoroughly clean us with the washcloth and if a boy is uncut (like me)
they remind them to “pull back his foreskin and do him
underneath,
too”. They also make sure that we “nicely
cooperate” which means
heaving our hips and pushing up our spread legs so they can
“go for the
hole”.
You have no idea how embarrassing it is for me to
present my naked privates to the girls and feeling their busy hands on
my peenie and my balls. Really, I NEVER get used to it as it always
makes me feel so awfully EXPOSED. And, damn, the youngest participants
are only ten years old. That’s barely half my age!
A few
boys even get a stiffy during the procedure. That’s when the
hostess on
the screen explains in a loud and clear voice: “Some of you
may notice
that their boy’s penis starts to raise and become stiff. For
all the
younger participants amongst you: That’s called an erection
and it’s
nothing you must be worried about. If a boy gets a stiffy it only shows
that he is healthy and happy. It’s like he wants to show you
gratitude,
you know?” I know these words so well because I’ve
heard them so many
times.
Another embarrassing thing for us is the type of
diapers they use. You must know those Puericil diapers are labeled with
the letters “Pp” on the front side. Of course,
“Pp” is an abbreviation
for “(official) Puericil product”, but the giggling
girls always think
that “Pp” stands for “peepee”
because the letters are located directly
on the crotch. They’re so stupid! I once shyly explained an
eighth-grader, who was changing me, the real meaning of
“Pp”. A big
mistake! After a brief moment of puzzlement, she and the schoolmates
next to her suddenly started to laugh hysterically at my awkward
attempt to correct her. I still remember how they made faces and
mimicked me “No, it DOESN’T mean peepee,
Miss.”
The girl
then even humiliated me further as she yanked down my wet diaper
“But
look what’s hiding here, smarty! Isn’t that a
little PEEPEE, huh?”
causing the other girls to a new wave of laughter. That encouraged her
only more, because she then grabbed my peenie with two fingers and
started to tease me really bad. You know what she did? She slipped down
my foreskin and - much to the amusement of the other girls -
“greeted”
my revealed penis head with “Howdy, lil fella.”
before she imitated an
angry babyish voice “I’m not a lil fella!
I’m already a big boy!” Of
course, the girls kept laughing like crazy as she wiggled my peenie
making it look like a shaking little puppet. But I didn’t
find that
funny at all! No, I felt nothing but mortified as she announced
“But
the big boy has made a little mess and needs to be cleaned now. Momma
is going to fix that soon.” I tell you, that incident taught
me one
lesson: Never ever try to play the wise guy in front your practicing
partners. They can make a total fool of you!
But you
know what? After the students have successfully changed our diapers,
our ordeal is far from over. Because next, they learn the usage of
rectal thermometers! Once again, the professional lady behind the
camera demonstrates and explains the procedure on her live model. And
again, her instructions are displayed on the big screen including
close-ups of the boy’s genitals and his butt hole. First, she
tells him
to lift his legs and keep them “wide open”. Then
she skillfully
lubricates the Puericil thermometer with a thick paste while she talks
to her students. “Listen girls: It’s very important
to insert the
thermometer in a slow and steady motion. At first, you might feel a
resistance as the boys tend to clench tight their little holes. See, my
little companion here is also a bit stubborn. That’s when you
need to
increase the pressure. Now, watch me carefully. You must not be too
rough but still be determined…ignore his
groaning…he will stand
it…don’t be afraid little man…just
relax…. Now watch how the
thermometer slowly pops in. That’s when he gave in so that
you can push
it aaaal the way in. See how brave my little companion is….
Now that
the thermometer is fully inserted you have to wait at least five
minutes until it shows his exact temperature.
Okay girls,
enough talking. I know, you can’t wait to get started. If you
need help
or your boy won’t cooperate, just call one of the assistants.
They will
quickly help you.” Again, you have no idea how often
I’ve heard these
words. They even haunt me in my nightmares!
However,
for us boys this procedure is always VERY unpleasant. You must know
that those Puericil thermometers for boys are very old fashioned and
awfully big. Some girls, mostly the youngest ones, can be very rough
and impatient when they use them. If we are lucky, a nearby hostess
intervenes and slows the boisterous girl down. If not, tears will flow!
But even when it’s not too painful, it’s still
humiliating as
hell for any boy. Imagine me, a naked and helpless 19 year old young
man, watching an eleven or ten year old girl inserting a huge
thermometer in my bum hole while she’s treating me like a
little kid,
telling me to be “a big brave boy” and giving me
orders like “up with
your legs” or “spread them wide apart!” I
then have to wait and keep in
this undignified position for endless five (!) minutes while the girl
is looking at her stop-watch and assuring that the thermometer is still
properly located. Sometimes the girl is even patting my hiney, saying
things like “that’s a good boy”.
It’s like SHE is an adult with ME
being her toddler!
Can there be anything more degrading? And
it really happens! Believe me, the thermometer training is one of the
most unbearable events of the day.
But if you now
think it can’t be worse, you’re wrong! Besides
those terrible and
humiliating lessons with the diapers and the thermometer, the Puericil
company also offers “spanking lessons”. Yes,
spanking lessons! And
these are even more popular. During those daily events, a group of
girls is sitting on chairs. Then, a hostess picks up a boy, mostly me
(!) and puts him on her knees with the girls watching attentively. She
then delivers a few blows on my hiney with her Puericil paddle. Her
intention is to show the girls the right technique and how use the
paddle most effectively. At least, she’s not spanking with
her full
strength as she takes care that I won’t suffer too much. They
hit much
harder when they actually punish us for misbehaving. And they do it a
lot, I can tell you!
However, it’s always hard for me
to keep being brave and fight back my tears, even during these light
practice spankings. You know, I always want to impress the girls by not
starting to cry.
After the demonstration, two or three
hostesses select a boy for each partaking girl. Doing this, they make
sure that the boy and the girl are about the same age. So, the elder
the girl (minimum age is 10) the elder her “spanking
partner” (though
“spanking victim” would be the right term).
The
hostesses then help to place each naked Puericil boy onto his
partner’s
legs before they tell them to start. At first, the girls are allowed to
give three practicing-blows with the paddle. The pain is actually quite
bearable. Most of the girls are unexperienced and it’s their
first time
to use a paddle so they do not spank very hard. Much worse is the
degradation and the physical stress. I mean, being naked and bent over
the legs of a teenage-girl is nothing but humiliating! With their
peenie clenched between the girl’s bare thighs some boys even
get a
stiffy during this training – which of course
doesn’t become unnoticed
by their grinning and giggling “spanking partners”.
After
their practicing blows, the hostesses evaluate the girls’
efforts and
give them advice how to improve their technique. They say things like
“Very good for a start. But next time, try to hit more with a
swift
movement from your wrist” or “Use the full range of
your arm. If you
make him squirm, you’ve got it right.”
Finally, they are
encouraged to do two more spanking-blows. That’s when the
Puericil
ladies encourage the girls to “get serious” and
spank as hard as they
can. And that’s when many of us boys start to cry out loud
from the
sudden pain. I tell you, some girls, especially the older ones, are
able to hit really hard if they want. And it’s always me who
has to
deal with the big girls, because I’m usually the oldest boy.
That’s not
fair!
During those final spanking rounds, we can also
hear their cheering and applauding mothers. They are watching from
behind and go like “Spank him hard, honey!” or
“Bravo. Well done,
Cherie!”
And you know what? Those girls who did the best
“spanking job” are even rewarded with an
“Official Puericil spanking
certificate”. How sick is that?! Plus, they even get a free
Puericil
paddle from the company. They normally cost at least 50 dollars!
On the other hand, between us boys, the ones that managed not to whine
are always the heroes of the day.
But I have to say that only yesterday, I wasn’t such a brave
hero. Let
me tell you what happened: One of the hostesses taught some girls the
so-called “standing spanking technique”. Doing this
means that the girl
places one foot on a low chair and puts her spanking-partner over her
knee. Fortunately (for us), the first three girls totally failed with
awkward attempts. They couldn’t even hold their boy in place
and fix
him, so they gave up quickly and were laughing about their own
clumsiness.
But then a fourth girl appeared, a tall and
strong looking 16 year old blonde. She was dressed in an old-fashioned
western outfit with knee-length leather boots and white riding pants.
No kidding, she looked like she’d just climbed off her horse.
This
tough girl named Susan wanted to try the “standing
spanking”. She was a
bit late so us boys were already back in our waiting room to recover
from the training. A hostess led her into the room and told her to
“pick one out”. Jeez, we all shivered as the big
girl slowly walked
down the line of 15 naked and intimidated Puericil boys, towering each
of us.
I tell you, NONE of us boys wanted to end up across
those strong looking thighs. Smiling and casually chewing on a gum,
Susan looked us all up and down and said. “Damn, that is some
long row
of short wicks!” She then approached me (!) and with a big
grin she
announced: “I think I choose wick number 15.”
When the
hostess asked me if I’m ready for a last spanking-lesson I
wildly shook
my head no. “Please not me, Miss! I’m too
exhausted!” But the hostess
just sneered “Come on. It’s only five blows. You
will survive it, boy.”
Her look told me that she wouldn’t tolerate any more protests
so I had no choice but to surrender to my fate.
We then quickly went back to the practice area where everything was
still arranged for the spanking-training. First, the girl, Susan, was
given a Puericil paddle. She then put her foot on the chair and the
hostess helped me to position myself across her knee. Jeez, she must
have been like 6 feet tall and made me feel like a little kid as she
easily held my whole weight on her big thigh. In my degrading position
with my head upside down I could even smell her boots. They smelled
like horse. Disgusting!
But believe me, those thoughts
were quickly distracted when she said “get ready, little
cowboy” and
her first blow hit me. I can’t describe how HARD and painful
she
spanked. Her second blow was even more brutal. I tell you, I was
kicking and screaming like crazy. Thankfully, after her third strike
the alarmed hostess intervened “No! No! Stop it, girl! Stop
it!”
She quickly released me from my tormentor, preventing her to land
furthermore blows. I immediately started to jump up and down. With my
hands rubbing my abused hiney I no more cared about my modesty, so my
peenie was bouncing around for all to see. From the corner of my eyes,
I saw Susan’s wicked smile as she watched me giving an
involuntary show
with my wild “spanking dance”.
When asked how she could
hit so hard, Susan said that it was probably a result from the daily
hard work on her family farm and her skills as a local rodeo champion.
By the way: Later, I’ve heard that she originally planned to
even whip
me with her riding crop! Imagine that! She could have killed me! Thanks
Christ, the hostesses don’t allow such hard treatments on us
Puericil
boys.
At least, the hostess was feeling sorry for me and
rubbed a cooling gel on my hiney to ease the pain. She even apologized
that - literally spoken - “things had gotten a bit out of
hand” and
released me from today’s lessons to recover. Fortunately, I
did not
suffer from any real damage. Sure, my hiney still hurts a bit and I
guess you can still see some red marks on my skin.
However,
you now may understand, that I don’t want to work as a
“permanent live
model” anymore! I don’t want to take part at all
those diaper trainings
and the painful spanking-lessons. Not to mention this most embarrassing
thermometer thing. Also, I don’t wanna be on Puericil
anymore. I’m 19!
Nineteen years old! When I complain about my terrible job, my mommy
always tells me “It’s for a good thing,
Petey.” She says that “You show
so many moms what a brilliant medicine Puericil is. You help the girls
learn to take care for their brothers, to change their diapers, to take
their temperature if they feel sick and to discipline them if they are
naughty. That really is an honorable thing. And with your service as a
life model you can convince hundreds of mothers to put their own
rebellious sons on Puericil. That makes you a very important member for
our society. And that’s why I’m so proud of you,
Petey!”
Now I ask you: Is my mommy really right when she says that? You must
know, the contract she has sealed with the Puericil company runs for a
full year. That means I have to do many more Puericil trade fairs
around the country. For the next nine months each week from Friday to
Sunday I have to endure all these humiliating things. I don’t
even know
how much money I earn because my mommy keeps it all by herself. She
only gives me little pocket-money. That’s not fair! Can you
PLEASE
speak with my mommy???
The magazine published response:
Dear Peter,
We are glad to hear that all your work paid off and you passed your
exams. I know your stay at Madame Parker was hard on you, and you
probably won’t be able to appreciate this now, but it was for
the good.
You needed discipline to study, and since you are not mature enough yet
to have that self-discipline, you needed someone to apply it. It was
hard, but someday you’ll be glad you were able to catch up
and pass
your finals.
This must be why your mommy decided to keep you
on Puericil for a while longer. She is the one who knows you best, and
she realizes you are not yet ready to be an adult. Do not be in a hurry
for that. There will be time for you to be a grown up and get the job
you have always wanted, but you are not there yet. You don’t
have the
maturity for it, and you still need the structure and supervision you
are getting. Much as you like to think of yourself as a little adult,
you are still a boy. You are clearly immature, and you are forgetting
how you got in trouble before being put on Puericil. The same could
happen to you again if you are left unsupervised before you are ready.
Let your mommy look after you and decide what’s best.
In the
meantime, it’s good that you are getting some work experience
in a job
that is suitable for Puericil boys your age and that allows you to be
closely supervised.
Your mommy is right again that working
on these youth health trade fairs is a way to help families. By
demonstrating and giving information, you help these families find the
best way to care for their boys. There’s really no reason to
be so down
on that job. Again, you are having a bad attitude that makes things
seem worse than they actually are. You are not alone, but part of a
team with other boys and the hostesses that look after you. Being one
of the oldest, the other boys look up to you, and you should take
things well and set a good example for them so that it will be easier
for them.
Also, you should look at the hostesses. Look at
how professional they are. They do their job well, and you
won’t see
them complaining. Of course, they are not the ones naked, but then
again you are boys, and there’s no reason for little boys to
be modest.
And yes, that goes for you too. You may be 19, but you are still a boy.
That’s why it’s OK for you to be bare in front of
all the fair
visitors, and why you get your bare bottom warmed when you act up.
Well, and sometimes you also get your bare bottom warmed up for
demonstration purposes, but that’s a different matter.
You
understand why you need to be naked all the time, don’t you?
It’s
necessary for all those ladies and girls to examine you and see for
themselves the effects of Puericil. They can’t do that
properly if you
are clothed, and you can’t be dressing and baring yourself
all the
time, so it’s more practical to keep you boys naked.
You
really should not be so self-conscious about that. Whenever those women
and those girls are examining you and seeing every part of your naked
body, you should remember that it’s far from the first time
you have
been naked in front of women and girls. And it’s not the
first time
they see a naked young boy, either. To begin with, they are seeing
plenty of them at the fair!
It’s normal that you are not
allowed to complain and you are expected to maintain a positive
attitude. You are doing a job, after all. You are there to give
information, but also as a publicity campaign. You are working in
marketing, in a manner of speaking. You have to sell your product.
There’s nothing humiliating in being polite to customers and
in doing
an honest job.
Sometimes, unfortunately, customers are not
as polite, but you have to grin and bear it. Again, it’s part
of the
job. Just like allowing customers to examine you. You might feel some
boyish shyness when those little girls, or girls your age, or adult
women are looking at your little peenie, but it’s your job.
Of course
you are not allowed to cover yourself, and of course you get a stern
look or a smack on your naked hiney if you try.
There is
nothing bad about serving your customers. It’s not a matter
of being a
servant (not that there’s anything bad about being a
servant), but of
treating customers well and impressing them. Your finding it degrading
is just an example of over-privileged attitude due to your immaturity.
The fact that you feel so proud when you do well and the hostesses
praise you is a taste of the satisfaction you get when you do your duty
well. You should try to do better, and earn more of those praises and
friendly slaps on the backside.
About the “changing
technique” shows: you shouldn’t find this
humiliating. It’s basic care
for boys with enuresis due to Puericil. It has nothing to do with being
a baby. It can happen to older boys too, hence the need to demonstrate
with older boys like you. Sure, you are naked, but then you are also
naked the rest of the time, aren’t you? In fact, the time you
spend
with your diaper on is the only time you are not naked in front of
everybody at the fair! The Velcro restraints are probably for the
younger boys’ benefit mostly, because a big boy like you
wouldn’t try
to get away, would you?
So don’t get embarrassed, it’s no
big deal if you help the girls learn. And it certainly does not matter
of you are very exposed in front of young girls. Even those little ten
year old girls are in many ways more mature than you, that’s
why they
are the ones changing your diapers and checking your temperature in
your hiney.
I guess you have found out for yourself that
it’s not a good idea to smart off to the girls who are
changing your
diapers, even if you are technically correct. Eight graders or not,
they sure put you in your place when you tried!
Do not try
to impress the girls by not crying during your spanking. After all,
it’s doubtful you are going to impress them much when you are
naked and
being spanked over a hostess’ knee. Nevertheless, you have to
appreciate the hostesses for how well they do their job and protect you
when one of the girls taking part in the spanking lesson gets
overenthusiastic.
Petey, we appreciate that you are not
liking this job, but you should realize that by having a negative
attitude towards it you are making it worse than it is.
There’s no
reason for you to be embarrassed. A boy’s body is not sinful
or
unclean. On the contrary, it’s quite innocent. Plenty of
girls your age
and younger have seen your hiney and your peenie, haven’t
they, and
nothing bad has happened.
I myself have been to several of these Puericil fairs, and I
have been impressed by the professionality of the hostesses. You are in
good hands. And I assure you, you are far from the only older boy
working as “volunteer boys” in those
events. In fact, older boys are usually the cutest ones when they are
blushing as you examine their peenies. Of course, I do not take part in
the “lessons”, as I do not need them. They are mostly for the girls,
who need to learn to take care of boys, since they'll have to babysit
or be mommies themselves in the future. But I have witnesses these
lessons, and the girls seem to enjoy them a lot, as it's a good
opportunity for them to learn and get experience.
You have shown interest in being a
fireman, which shows you like helping people. That is something you can
work towards in the future, but for the moment you are helping people
in a different way. Be positive and enjoy being taken care of. Soon
enough you’ll have all the adult worries, but until then you
are still
a boy. Be thankful that your mommy is looking out for you.
Hugs,
INF