It's Not Fair 24

It's Not Fair 24

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

Steve (16 years old):

Dear It's Not Fair:

Hi, it's Steve again. After your joking threat in your last reply to me, I will not ask you if you are tired of hearing from me. I will tell you, however, that I still appreciate very much you reading and responding to my many letters to you, as it feels really good to be able to write to you, and you are a sympathetic ear. I will add, however, that I hope our relationship has not changed, because, as I will explain in my letter below, you have now seen photos of me, Ellen, and the rest of the Scott family, and some of the photos of me are very embarrassing. I will get to the photos below.

First of all, you will remember that I described my embarrassing moments at my sisters' sleepover the day after Christmas in my last letter to you. All of these 10 to 13 year old girls fully dressed, and 16 year old me, the only boy at the party, walking around in these ridiculous footie cartoon pajamas. You will also remember that 2 of the girls tricked me and I ended up walking around for about 20 minutes with the back flap of my cartoon pajamas open and my tushie showing to all these little girls, since Ellen still does not allow me to wear underpants under my pajamas.

The next week or so in the neighborhood was really bad. Boys in the neighborhood were asking me how I could go to the party in cartoon footie pajamas, as if I had any choice in the matter. The girls who were there were full of giggles, as they remembered me walking around for so long with my naked tushie showing. You can ask what could have made that situation even worse. I will now tell you. Do you remember when I described Christmas day to you, when Ellen had me open a package containing my new cane? If you remember, I told you that Ellen had me bend over the sofa in the living room and gave me a single stroke of the cane on my tushie, as a reminder to be a good boy so she did not have to spank me. Well, since the sleepover was the very next day, my tushie still had a really nasty red welt and stripe across it from the cane stroke, and since I was walking around and between the girls when I was bringing cake, soda, snacks, and taking away dirty and used plates and cups, the girls not only got close up looks at my tushie but could also see the welt. They all knew who had given it to me (Ellen), what cane had given it to me (since it was hanging on the wall where all the girls could see it), and how I had gotten the stroke (on my naked tushie). That led to much teasing and giggling from the girls who were there.

Three weeks later, there was a 3 day weekend for the national holiday. My parents were taking my sisters to a regional convention for a girls' youth group attached to our church. Obviously, the convention was girls only, so they did not plan to take me. My parents wanted Ellen to stay with me for the weekend, but Ellen could not be here because she was going to be out of town as well. I suggested that I was 16 years old and more than capable of staying home by myself, but my parents regarded that idea as ridiculous. Imagine. They had no problem with me staying home with my 13 year old babysitter, but I at 16 years old was not grown up enough to stay home by myself. You wonder why I am frustrated?

Then Ellen and the Scott family solved the problem. It seems that Mr. and Mrs. Scott, Ellen's parents, had arranged a reunion weekend for that 3 day weekend at a warm beach resort about 10 hours from our homes. All 5 of the Scott girls who had babysat me, including Ellen, would be there, as well as Tom, their 11 year old brother. Mrs. Scott told my parents that I would be welcome to come with them, and Tom would probably enjoy the company of another boy. My parents gratefully accepted, so I found myself in the 15 seat van Mr. Scott had rented for the weekend, along with Mr. and Mrs. Scott, all 5 Scott girls, and Tom, and lots of luggage. Needless to say, Ellen made sure that my short cartoon pajamas were packed, (not the footie pajamas since we were traveling to warm weather), as well as, oh good grief, my paddle and cane. I noticed immediately the difference in the way Ellen related to her younger brother, Tom, and the way she related to me. She doted on Tom, as did all of her older sisters, and treated him with love and caring as one would expect the youngest of 6 children to be treated. With me, she was much more harsh, strict, and demanding. I asked Ellen in the van why she treated Tom so much differently than me, and she reminded me that she was not in charge of Tom, while she was absolutely in charge of me. I have to admit that this is exactly what is happening. To be honest, I have not been spanked by either of my parents in many months, perhaps even a year. They seem to totally rely on Ellen to do it, and I can assure you that Ellen is still spanking me plenty. The paddle hurts plenty by itself, and Ellen spanks really hard, and now that I am getting 6 cane strokes at the end of every spanking, the cane just kills, it hurts so much.

We left Friday evening and drove through the night, so we would be at the resort by Saturday morning. Because there were so many of us, rather than renting hotel rooms, Mr. Scott rented a 4 bedroom, 2 1/2 bath apartment on the beach for the weekend. The location was fabulous. Of course, Mr. and Mrs. Scott took the master bedroom and bathroom. The 2 oldest Scott sisters, Nancy and Helen, took one bedroom that had 2 beds. The 3rd sister, Anne Marie, took a bedroom for herself that had only one bed. The next sister, Sharon and Ellen took the last bedroom that had 2 beds. Tom and I shared the sofa in the living room that pulled out into a double bed. Since we had a full kitchen, Mrs. Scott brought foods for breakfast and lunch sandwiches, so we did not have to eat every meal out. We went out to nice restaurants for dinner each night we were at the resort. As soon as we got the van unpacked, Mr. Scott went in to take a nap, since he had driven through the night. Tom, me, and Ellen and her sisters all changed into bathing suits and headed to the beach. It was so nice to be in warm weather. The apartment complex had plenty of beach chairs and umbrellas on the beach, as well as a large pool on the beach side that also had lots of chairs and loungers. Saturday went very well. We were on the beach on the morning and early afternoon, and the pool later in the afternoon, coming back to the apartment for lunch.

The time before dinner was a little embarrassing, as Scott sisters took turns showering in the second bathroom, and then Tom had his bath. When my turn came, of course, Ellen still saw fit to bathe me with the bathroom door wide open, and the older Scott sisters walking in and out to do make up, dry their hair, or just look at me and smile. My face obviously revealed my embarrassment, as Anne Marie said "Steve, why are you blushing so much? We have all bathed you before. It's not like we have never seen your tushie and peenie before." Of course, I was thinking that I was not 16 when they had bathed and spanked me, but I didn't want to say anything, not wanting to rub Ellen the wrong way, since my paddle and cane were on the coffee table in the living room where everyone could see and hold them.

Nancy, the oldest sister, commented when she saw them. She said "Steve, I only used to spank you with my hand, because you were just a little boy. I see that Ellen gives you big boy spankings now." Great, just what I wanted to hear. Anyway, after Ellen finished bathing me, she dressed me so we could go out to dinner. Before bed, to be even more embarrassing, Ellen brought my cartoon pajamas and changed me right in the living room, right down to the naked tushie and peenie, of course, as the older sisters watched with big grins on their faces, telling me what a great babysitter Ellen was. Tom wore boxers, which he changed into himself in the bathroom.

Of course, on the Sunday, the girls were going to do more than just talk about my spankings. They were going to see one. What happened, you ask? Just after lunch, Tom and I met up with some other guys who had a volleyball and were playing volleyball on the beach without a net. Tom and I joined the game, and Ellen embarrassed me thoroughly by saying, where all the boys could hear, "Steve, be sure to stay in sight where I know where you are." The other boys all looked at me curiously. I knew they were all thinking "How are you taking orders from that younger girl?" I deflected their attention by talking about something else, and our game started.

Just by the nature of the game, we moved further and further down the beach as we chased the ball. As we dove for the ball, we were all more and more covered in beach sand. The game was great fun and we played for a long time, but when we finally had enough, I looked and saw that we had moved a considerable distance down the beach, and had probably been away from our apartment for nearly an hour. I told Tom that we probably ought to get back, and we headed back toward our apartment building.

As we got close, I saw Ellen standing there with her hands on her hips in her disapproving pose which normally meant a spanking for me. As we got close enough for me to see her face, I could see how angry she was. She walked up to me at a brisk pace and took me by the ear, hard, saying "What did I tell you about staying close where I would know where you are. I am responsible for you. Did you forget that? Well, I'm going to give you something to help you remember."

I had no doubt what that something was going to be. Ellen's older sisters walked behind us, grinning as they watched their younger sister handling me. As we approached the path leading to our apartment building, there was an outdoor shower on a pole right on the path. There was a lower nozzle for washing feet and an upper nozzle for rinsing off the whole body. As we approached it, Ellen said "Look how covered in sand you are. You need to rinse off. I don't want all that sand to get in the apartment. She turned on the shower and I got under it to rinse off. She pulled me away by the arm and said "That's not how a little boy rinses off."

You can guess what happened next. Ellen reached inside my bathing suit, untied the string around the waist, and pulled the bathing suit to my feet, telling me to step out of it. She then placed me back in the shower, naked as the day I was born, while other kids, both boys and girls, watched the entire thing. She rinsed me off and then led me back up the bath to the apartment building, naked and wet, slapping my naked tushie a few times to express her displeasure. Ellen's sisters and Tom followed us up the path. When we walked into the apartment, I felt a chill on my wet body from the air conditioning, but Ellen took me straight to the living room, grabbed a dining room chair, sat down, took me across her lap after grabbing the paddle, and gave me a ferocious spanking right in front of all of her sisters. I was howling before she finished.

When she finally finished with the paddle, she pulled me up, and led me to a recliner in the living room and bent me over the back. She then took the cane and gave me 6 ferocious strokes across my already flaming tushie. She then led me to a corner of the living room, me sobbing uncontrollably like a baby, and made me do my 30 minutes of naked crying corner time with my hands behind my head. When corner time was up, Ellen led me to the bathroom, bathed me with everyone watching, of course, and finally dressed me, telling me that I was finished with the beach for the day.

I was still tearful and my tushie was still very sore when we went to dinner a few hours later, and when we came back and Ellen changed me into my cartoon pajamas in front of everyone, there were comments from the sisters about what a good job Ellen had done and how red and striped my tushie was.

We headed back on the Monday, and my tushie was still sore and itchy as I sat in the van for the many hours of our return trip. To make the situation totally unfair, Tom didn't get punished at all, but when I mentioned that to Ellen, all she said was "I'm not in charge of Tom, I AM in charge of you. Do you want to argue with me?" I knew better, so I lowered my head and sheepishly said "No."

Now here is where it gets really embarrassing, and it involves you. I know that Ellen has written to you before, as I read her letter and your reply. What I did not know until now is that you have corresponded with Ellen by email and phone since that letter. Ellen told me, as I already suspected, that you are a woman and a psychologist who specializes in boy behavior. I guess that it was allows you to understand our feelings when we write to you. Anyway, Anne Marie, the third sister's hobby is photography and she has a wonderful camera. I took a photo of the entire Scott family with her camera. Anyway, Anne Marie took photos throughout our weekend, and Anne Marie uploaded the entire collection of photos to Ellen's email and Ellen sent them to you. Ellen also let me see them. Thus, you have now seen both me and Ellen and know exactly what we look like. As a matter of fact, you have seen a photo of all the Scott sisters who babysat me, and were even told who was who in the photo.

Unfortunately, you not only know what I look like now, but you in fact know what all of me looks like. Besides the photos of me with Ellen and the rest of the Scotts, you have seen a wonderful frontal view of me while Ellen gave me my bath, you have seen both frontal and rear views of me while Ellen was washing the sand off of me at the outdoor shower, you saw close ups of both my face and my tushie while Ellen was spanking me with the paddle, and my tushie and crying face while Ellen was caning me, and my red welted and striped tushie as I did my corner time. You have also seen a photo of me in my short cartoon pajamas, and a picture of the cane and paddle as they sat on the coffee table. You could even read the inscription on the paddle: "For Steve's naughty (picture of a bear) tushie."

I feel that you have been a good and sympathetic ear for me, and I hope that seeing these photos of me has not changed your opinion of me. I hope you are still willing to read and respond to my letters, because, like in the family reunion weekend, where I was treated like much more of a baby than my 11 year old friend Tom, most definitely IT’S NOT FAIR!

The magazine’s response:

Dear Steve,

I’m pleased you remembered not to ask if I’m tired of your letters. I’m not, and I really will ask Ellen to spank you if you do! (Not hard, though).

Do not be bothered by other children teasing you. They are just being silly. You have nothing to be ashamed of. What clothes you wear is not your decision, is it?, and the fact that you are disciplined when you need it is only a sign that you are taken care of by people who love you and want the best for you.

I understand your frustration with not being considered grown up enough to stay home by yourself, but you need to get over it. Sixteen or not, the fact is that you are still immature, as proved by how easily a 13-year-old girl takes charge of you, and by how often you get in trouble and need to feel your paddle and your cane on your bare tushie. This is just the way it is. You’ll mature in time, don’t worry, but in the meantime try to have a good attitude about it.

It was very nice that you got invited to a nice long weekend at the beach! The Scotts are nice. It’s normal that Ellen treats you different than her little brother, though. After all, she does not have to be in charge of him, but she is totally in charge of you, and you know that sometimes your attitude about that is not as good as it should be. That’s why she has to be quite strict to make sure you remember who is in charge. If you accepted her authority more naturally, she would probably ease up. And let’s face it; there is no reason for you not to accept her authority. Yes, she is younger, but can you deny that she is infinitely more mature than you? Could you take charge and make responsible decision like she does? In age you may have an advantage of three years, but in maturity the advantage is hers, and much larger than that.

It looks like you had a lot of fun for most of the weekend! The beach sounds really nice (and it looks wonderful in the pictures too). You should not have let some false modesty spoil any part of your weekend! I mean, you already know Ellen does not see the need for you to have excessive modesty when she bathes you, don’t you? Haven’t lots of people seen you being bathed? So what’s the big problem? Besides, Anne Marie was right. The older Scott sisters were your babysitters not so long ago. They were not really seeing anything new, were they?

I’m really sorry they got to see you get a spanking. Not because they saw you, since it’s something natural and even cute. You have no need to be so modest in front of them. But I’m sorry because it means you misbehaved and had to get a sore tushie. You brought it on yourself, though. Remember that Ellen is always fair and she only warms your bare tushie when you deserve it. Imagine how worried she must have been when you wandered away. You are a good boy, but sometimes you just are naughty without even setting out to do so. While you are still earning spankings you can not really expect people to treat you as a grown up, can you?

But, anyway, even if you did earn it, I’m still sorry you got your naked tushie paddled and caned and that you cried so much. I’m also sorry you got embarrassed when Ellen washed you at the outdoor shower. You shouldn’t be, though. It’s no big deal when a little boy is naked outdoors, and you are still a little boy, emotionally and in terms of maturity.

It was not nice of you to wish Tom had been in trouble too. It’s not the same. You are older and should be the one to be more responsible. Yes, you are a boy and boys mature very slowly, but he is also a boy, and years younger.

Yes, I received all the pictures. Anne Marie is an excellent photographer, isn’t she? And do not be silly, Steve, of course I do not think any less of you because I have seen pictures of you naked or being paddled. They were just cute and innocent. I’m showing the photos to everyone around here and they all agree. You are a good looking boy and should not be so concerned about grown up things like modesty. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Perhaps we should publish some of the pictures in the magazine, so that you see it's no big deal for you to be seen naked by other people.

A big hug to you. Keep being such a nice boy and try not to be naughty for Ellen, so that she doesn’t have to redden your tushie. Be obedient always, doing what she tells you to do without arguing or talking back.

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

I laughed a lot with the pictures of Steve. He looks so silly and hapless, all naked in front of everybody as Ellen washes the sand from his body at the outdoor showers by the beach. Anne Marie really had a blast taking those pictures. There are a lot of them, in very high definition. I'm now very familiar with Steve's body. All of it.

It makes me happy inside when boys are strictly controlled and put in their place, particularly by females, even better when they are young girls. It's really the proper order of things. Males are responsible for most violent acts, and getting used to being controlled by females in that most sensitive part of their development does everybody, including them, a world of good. And what better way of showing control that enforcing nudity in front of others, and using corporal punishment. Ellen is a great young girl, and as a female I feel proud of how strict and controlling but also fair she is with our immature 16-year-old Steve.

(The End)