It's Not Fair 19

It's Not Fair 19

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This story is set in the Puericil Universe.

See chapter 1 for an explanation about this series. This is another selection of letters from the "It’s Not Fair!" letter 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. The intention of this article is illustrating the attitude changes that the Conservative Resurgence has brought about: children, particularly male children, are firmly controlled by adult authority figures, who often make a point of emphasizing that control, in order to keep boys in their place and out of trouble.

Please feel free to contribute any similar letters if you wish to, and I’ll be happy to write the magazine’s response and the psychologist's comments. Thanks to the contributors for this issue!

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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 Steven. The magazine response and psychologist's comments are Cassie's)

Steve (16 years old):

Dear It's Not Fair:

I hope you are not getting tired of hearing from me, as I seem to write you lots of letters, but when I get really frustrated or have a really bad experience, it just feels so much better to write to someone with a sympathetic ear, and that is you. In my last letter, I told you about my summer experiences at camp, and that I was now in my second school year at the same school, still in the lower school, still the only 16 year old boy in the lower school, still the only boy in my class, and still being babysat by Ellen, my 13 year old babysitter.

Two things have happened since my last letter, which will show you that I am still making no progress at all in being treated like more of a young adult. The first has nothing to do with school, the second has everything to do with school.

A few weeks ago, I noticed that my paddle, which normally hangs on the living room wall at my home, had disappeared. You remember, the paddle which has engraved on it the words "For Steve's naughty (picture of a bear) tushie. Of course, I didn't mention it at all to anyone, hoping against hope that maybe my parents had decided that I was too old to be spanked any more. My parents didn't say anything about it, nor did Ellen. Then the paddle reappeared, and it was not good for me at all. It seems that Ellen had discussed with my parents that she wanted to make sure her spankings were hurting me enough. Trust me, her spankings already hurt plenty, but she took the paddle and gave it to another 13 year old boy in the neighborhood who goes to the public school and was taking industrial shop. This boy, at Ellen's request, drilled two rows of small holes into the business part of the paddle, making sure not to disturb the words engraved on the paddle. He then sanded and varnished the paddle smooth. Of course, before Ellen got the paddle back from him, many of the other children in the neighborhood got to see it, and I have since been getting grins from many other boys and girls in the neighborhood, and teasing questions from mainly the girls, asking whether I have a sore tushie. The worst thing is that the holes really do make a difference. The paddle now hurts my naked tushie even more, and my tushie feels like it is on fire by the time Ellen finishes my spankings. Also, the holes create little red welts on my tushie, which hurt like crazy when I sit down and take a couple of days to disappear, continuing to remind me of the spanking. Ellen says that is exactly the point.

Now the second thing. I wrote in one of my earlier letters to you last year about our class history project last year, and how three girls came to my house to work on the project. That is when the girls (and then the rest of the class, of course) found out that Ellen was my babysitter. Well, we had another history project this year, and it is much bigger than last year's project. To help us with our work on the project, my class and the other 13 year old class had a 3 day 2 night bus trip to our state's capital to visit the beautiful and huge Museum of History. Not only did we spend days going through the exhibits at the museum, but guest speakers were also brought in to talk about aspects of history related to our project. We stayed in a nice hotel and the other students, all girls, stayed in standard rooms with 2 queen size beds, and either 3 or 4 girls were assigned to each room. Of course, since I was the only boy on the trip, the teachers and school made special arrangements. I was placed in a room with Ellen (of course), which was a suite, a 2 room room. The front room was like a living room, and the back room was the bedroom. The bathroom was in the bedroom. Ellen got the bedroom, of course, and I was expected to sleep on the sofa in the front room. We had breakfast every day at the hotel, lunch in the cafeteria at the museum, and dinner at a restaurant the bus took us to before getting us back to the hotel by about 7:00 each night. At 9:00 each of the 2 nights, we all got together in one of the meeting rooms at the hotel to discuss the day's exhibits and lectures with our teacher Mrs. Weaver and the teacher of the other class, Mrs. Turner. Of course, we were all in school uniforms at the museum during the day, but by the time of our 9:00 meetings, everyone including Ellen had changed into casual clothes, mostly jeans, tops, and sneakers. Everyone except me, of course. Ellen decided that the time between our return to the hotel at 7:00 and our meeting at 9:00 was the perfect time to give me my bath, so I would be ready for my bedtime after our meeting. Between 7 and 9, many of the girls were bouncing around between rooms, but while Ellen was bathinig me in the back room of our suite, she opened the dead bolt on the door, so the door would not close and other girls could pop in and out. Of course, like always, Ellen bathed me with the bathroom door open, so there were girls in and out, seeing me naked in the tub and being bathed by Ellen. I will never never ever get used to me, a big 16 year old boy, being seen being bathed like a baby by a fully clothed 13 year old girl. It is just as embarassing now as it has always been. And after my bath, you know what happened before I even tell you. Ellen dressed me in my cartoon pajamas and flip flops. So at our 9:00 meetings, while all of my girl classmates were casually dressed in jeans, blouses or sweaters and sneakers, I was sitting there in my babyish cartoon pajama top and shorts, with no underpants underneath, of course, and flip flops. I looked ridiculous, and the girls had a grand grinning time with my discomfort, telling me how cute my pajamas were and how I looked like a nice clean boy. I was embarassed beyond belief. Of course, the second night was worse than the first. Why, you ask? I should tell you that Ellen, following her lead from when we went to summer camp together, took my paddle from the wall and packed it for the trip. When she unpacked, she placed it right on the coffee table by the sofa where I was sleeping, where, of course, every girl coming into the room could see it. The second night, while she was giving me my bath, I had had enough. While a few girls were standing in the bathroom watching Ellen bathe me, I said to her "Can't you get those other girls to leave?" Ellen gave me her stern look and said "You know better than to show me attitude like that, young man. It better stop right now, or those girls won't only see the paddle, but I will give you a spanking and they can see the paddle in use." I did not take the warning, and still feeing totally offended, said "It's my bath. I should be able to decide who is in here." Ellen said "That's it, young man. Apparently you didn't believe me. I'll show you how we treat little boys with attitude." She grabbed a towel, grabbed me by the ear (which she nearly always does and really, really hurts, by the way) and led wet me out of the bathroom into the front room, followed by the other girls, of course. She sat down on the sofa, put the towel across her lap, pulled wet me across her lap, picked up the paddle, and gave me a ferocious spanking on my wet tushie that had me howling, wiggling my tushie and kicking over lap and then jumping around and rubbing my tushie when she let me off her lap, crying like a baby and with my peenie flopping around in front of everyone. She then led me to a corner and made me do my usual 30 minutes of naked crying corner time, except this time she said "I don't want you to get a chill." She placed the towel she had brought around my shoulders, but of course it did nothing to hide my red welted tushie which was in flames as I stood with my hands behind my head. After corner time, she dressed me in my cartoon pajamas, and I was still sniffling and teary eyed during our 9:00 meeting in the meetiing room. Of course, by then every girl in both classes knew what had happened and I was getting grins from most of them during our meeting. Then the final embarassing moment. At the end of our meeting, as I got up with everyone else to return to our rooms, I suddenly felt a hand lift the back of my pajama shirt and another hand grab the elastic waist of my pajama shorts and pull the back of my shorts down far enough to show my entire tushie. It was a girl in the other class named Betsy, who said "I heard about your spanking, but I didn't believe it. I wanted to see for myself. I have to admit. Your tushie is really red. I bet it really hurts too. Does it?" All I could do was mutter, "Yes, it does," to much girlish giggling.

No matter what I do, it seems that I keep getting treated like a little baby, and I am fed up with it. While all the girls on the trip each had their own key to their room, Ellen never gave me a key to my room, so I could not even leave the room without her permission. I got a really good grade on my part of the project, but like everything else, my parents gave the credit to Ellen, and I had to suffer even more embarassments to get there. Please, what can I do? It's Not Fair.

The magazine’s response:

Hello, Steve.

We are not tired at all. On the contrary, we are always glad to hear from you. We know that, when you are feeling down, talking about it helps, and we like helping all our readers.

Now, I know that this is not what you have in mind when you complain about being treated like a little boy, but in a way the modification to your paddle means that you are now being treated like a bigger boy. It’s an acknowledgement that you are growing up, even if not the kind of acknowledgement that you would like. We can imagine how much that paddle with holes hurt on your naked tushie. Hopefully you’ll behave so that Ellen won’t have to paddle you too often!

Too bad that so many kids found out about your paddle. From what you have told us in your previous letters, however, it seems that Ellen is fair, even if it’s embarrassing to be punished by a girl so much younger than you. She won’t paddle you without a reason, so avoiding that nasty paddle is in your hands. As Ellen said, it hurts but that’s the point. If you remember the sting of that paddle and how much it burns your poor tushie you may make better decisions and avoid getting punished so often.

It’s really cool that you got to make such a trip with your school mates to work in your school project. It’s clear that yours is a good school, and you are learning a lot even if sometimes it is frustrating that you have to be with kids younger than you. Still, that is a result of how bad your school results were before, so it’s good that your parents have taken steps to correct that. It’s too bad that there are no other boys in your class, though. Being in the class with Ellen has to be tough, too, because she is so strict with you. However, you have to admit that thanks to her tough love you are getting results, and in a few years you will be glad that she is taking so much pain to help you with your studies… even if sometimes it seems you are the only one who is taking pain!

We are really sorry that the other girls got to see you naked while Ellen was bathing you. That has to be embarrassing, particularly since they are younger than you. They are the same age as Ellen, though, and she sees you naked all the time, so you probably should not consider it such a big deal. I mean, Ellen is much more mature than you. You only have to see how she is always in control of herself and of you, how she is always responsible and a good student while you would not work hard at school if you were not closely supervised, how she helps you with your schoolwork even if she is strict, how she makes decisions about your upbringing and your discipline while you only need to obey and don’t get to make any decisions yourself, how she is self-confident and deals with adults on an equal footing while you still get treated like a small child… Sure, you are 16 and she is 13 and we understand that makes it embarrassing, but if you think of her like an adult, which she is in terms of maturity, it will not seem so bad. It’s like an adult seeing a little boy naked, no big deal. And, if it’s OK for a 13-year-old girl to see you naked and bathe you, is it so horrible for other girls her age to see you too? None of them needs to be disciplined like you, and that says a lot about the difference in maturity between you and them. Even if they probably are less mature than Ellen and they sometimes tease you gently, they are still clearly ahead of you, so it doesn’t matter so much if you are naked in front of them. They probably see you as a little boy.

We are really sorry that Ellen is still treating you like a little child, but there’s something you can do to convince her that you are growing up: you need to stop acting like a spoiled kid. You know very well that Ellen is in charge of you, and that she makes the decisions and gives the orders. To keep out of trouble you just have to obey, but you often can’t do that. Take the spanking you earned, for example. We understand you were feeling frustrated and embarrassed, and we are truly sorry about that, but in the end you know that as your babysitter Ellen is in charge and you have to accept her authority. She gave you a warning, reminded you about the paddle, but you still talked back. How can you convince her –and your parents- that you are a young man and should be treated as such if you still have temper tantrums?

In the end, your paddling and corner time and everything that happened ended up being much more embarrassing than if you had minded Ellen.

You cannot change the past, but you can control what happens from now on, even if it doesn’t seem that you have any control. Our advice is that you need to show Ellen that you can follow her rules and be really obedient before she can trust you more and treat you more like a young man. Try to have a good attitude and respect her authority and her decisions. Thank her sometime for all her work in helping you get good grades. That good grade you got in your school project is a result of your work and you should be proud of it, but be honest: would you have achieved it without Ellen's encouragement? If you do something against the rules, do not wait for her to discover it, wishing that you can get away with it. Instead, take responsibility: take the paddle, give it to Ellen and confess what you have done. In that way you’ll show her that you accept her authority and her discipline, and she’ll respect that you are acting in a more responsible way.

Good luck and a big hug, Steve. Sometimes growing up seems difficult and painful, but you have family and people like Ellen who care about you and are willing to help if you’ll let them.

Additional (not published) comments from the author of the magazine’s response, a female psychologist who specializes in boys’ emotional development:

It's always a pleasure to get letters from Steve and hear how strictly controlled this 16-year-old boy is by his 13-year-old female babysitter. It's always been my opinion that boys, even teen boys, are so immature that they should be treated as little kids. Puericil makes it easy for them to be controlled by their parents or other authority figures, and it is only right for girls to have authority over boys.

I can only respect how easy it is for young Ellen to exert authority, and how complete her control over him is, even though he is older than her. She does not need to be unfair to find reasons to punish Steve. She even warns him instead of punishing him directly. But Steve is a slow learner and, even though he should know what is going to happen, he still can't control himself. Since he is such a slow learner, it is good that Ellen teaches him "from the other end", too.

One can easily imagine how deliciously humiliating such a public punishment and childish treatment is for Steve, and how delighted the girls are about it. Their teasing is obviously merciless and full of smug and condescending superiority. Imagine it: Steve being bathed in front of a bunch of grinning girls, then getting in trouble and having his ear grabbed by a younger girl, to take him to the front room, the hard paddling on his naked and wet bottom, his jumping around, crying and howling while his penis bounces in front of the giggling girls...

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