It's Not Fair

It's Not Fair 31

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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 Red Rover The response is by Cassie)

Timmy (age 15)

Dear It's Not Fair:

My name is Timothy Conway, but everybody calls me “Timmy.” I am 15 years old and in the 9th grade. I should be in the 10th grade, but had to repeat the fifth grade because of “immaturity.” That was when I was put on Puericil and it really messed me up that first year. Even now, five years later, I am only 5’1” tall and weigh about 85 pounds. I have one sister, Jenny who is twelve and a brother, Danny, who is ten. We live with our mother, Joanne. My major problem is that I basically stopped growing at age 11. I am the smallest kid in my class, even though I am the oldest. I have no hair except on my head and my boy parts are smaller than my brother Danny’s. So, I am treated like a small child by Mom, my siblings and the kids in my school.

About three weeks ago, I was home from school with the flu. It was Friday, just after school let out and I was almost recovered. I was sitting in my pajamas in the living room when the doorbell rang. Jenny answered it. It was Mrs. Langston, a close friend of my mother, with her daughter, Tami, who is 14 and in my class at school. In fact, she is in all my classes, we are on the same “track” in the curriculum. They were accompanied by Tami’s close friends, Debbie Roberts and Angie Denton, who are also 14.

The girls had brought me my textbooks and homework assignments, so I could catch up over the weekend. Tami even offered to come over and help me with the work. I really like her, even if she is much bigger than I am at 5’7”. Of course, Angie and Debbie are taller than me, too, but not by as much. Even Jenny is an inch taller and Danny is only an inch shorter.

While we were sitting there talking about school and other stuff, Mom looked at the clock and said, “Four O’clock, I need to take Timmy’s temperature. I started to get up off the floor where we were sitting and Mom horrified me by saying. “Don’t get up, Timmy; we’ll do it right here. Jenny, go get the boys’ thermometer.”

“The boys’ thermometer,” meant the rectal thermometer. Mom used an oral thermometer for Jenny and herself, but a rectal thermometer with a clown head on it for me and Danny. It’s the kind of thing you’d use with a 3 or 4-year-old, not a teen or pre-teen. But Mom claimed that it was the only way to get a good reading for little boys.

My face must have been bright red as I pleaded with Mom, “Please Mommy, can we go to my bedroom to do this?”

“Nonsense,” Mom snapped. “I am sure the girls have seen little boys’ bare bottoms before. They must be babysitting by now and I know Tami has a younger brother.”

Mrs. Langston laughed and the three girls giggled. “Tami gives Kevin his bath every night and Debbie and Angie often help her.”

“But, but, Kevin is only seven and I am fifteen,” I sputtered. “And the girls are all younger than me.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Mom stated resolutely. “You are still a little boy. Tami is a mature young woman, even if she is a little younger than you are. And I am sure that Debbie and Angie are equally mature for their ages.”

“Oh, yes,” Mrs. Langston gleefully added to my sense of doom. “Angie and Debbie are very responsible. They both have been babysitting for almost a year now.”

At that point, Jenny came in with a big smirk on her face as she delivered the stupid clown thermometer, a jar of lubricant and a box of tissues to Mom. Then she brought in an armless dining room chair and set it up in the middle of the room where everybody would have a good look at my humiliation.

“Thank you, Jenny,” Mom said. “Jenny is very helpful to me in raising the boys.”

She sat down in the chair and beckoned to me. “Come here and get over my knee, Timmy.”

At this point I was almost hysterical, “No way!” I shouted. “Not in front of the girls. Please, Mommy, don’t make me do this.”

Mom glared back at me. “Do you want me to send Jenny for the hairbrush?”

That set of another round of giggling from the girls, including Jenny. Danny had wandered in during the discussion and stood there with a big grin on his face. He obviously remembered the times he had been in the same situation and was delighted to see his big brother so mortified.

Somehow, I managed to force myself to walk over to Mom’s chair and then I just froze. Jenny, at a nod from Mom, came up behind me, grabbed the waistband of my pajama pants and pulled them down to my ankles, exposing my bare bottom and boy parts to the delighted girls. To keep at least a part of my privates concealed, I practically dove over Mom’s lap, presenting my bottom for the humiliation that was now inevitable.

“Pull off his PJ pants, Jenny, and put them in the laundry,” Mom directed. “He won’t be needing them for the rest of the day.” She nodded to Mrs. Langston and the girls. “When one of the boys is being difficult, I usually keep him bare-bottomed for the rest of the day. Sometimes, I leave both boys bare-bottomed the whole weekend. Jenny and her friends love that; they can play with the boys’ private parts and give them play-spankings whenever they want.”

Jenny chortled, “Yeah, and sometimes Timmy cries as loud during the play spankings as he does during real spankings.”

“Interesting,” Mrs. Langston responded. “Do you still spank Jenny, too.”

Mom shook her head, “Heavens, no. Spanking is for boys. Jenny hasn’t been spanked since she was six. Did you ever read Denise Vernon’s book, ‘Taming the Teen Boy’?”

“No, I haven’t. I probably should; Kevin is getting older now.”

“By all means, do.” Mom smiled. “It has really helped my deal with Timmy and Danny. It’s especially important if the boy is on Puericil as Timmy is. I am going to put Danny on it as soon as he turns 11.”

“Denise says boys should get regular spankings all the way through their teens. The law says boys on Puericil are children until they reach age 22. I intend to keep up the spankings at least that long.”

“So how often do you spank he boys?” Mrs. Langston inquired.

“Usually three or four times a week,” Mom replied. “They’re not always hairbrush spankings, of course, but they are always on the bare bottom. And I do it in the living room where anybody who happens to be in the house can watch. Denise says that is important, especially if the observers include girls the boy’s own age or younger. It makes them realize that females are superior to males.”

Mom gave me a quick spank. “OK, Timmy, now spread your legs as wide as you can. Jenny, hold his bottom cheeks open so that the girls can observe what is going on. It will be useful if they ever need to take temperatures this way.”

Jenny spread my cheeks wide and the girls gathered around in anticipation. I was, of course, even more humiliated than before. Not only were the girls seeing my rosebud, they could see my tiny testicles and baby penis as well. Of course, there was no pubic hair to interfere with the view.

Mom took a gob of lube onto her index finger and proceeded to insert her finger slowly into my rectum. It didn’t really hurt, but it was uncomfortable and I must have squirmed a bit because she smacked my bottom again. “Hold still, little boy.”

As she wriggled her finger around in my rectum, Mom explained to the fascinated girls, “Make sure you use plenty of lube. You can use butter or lard if you want, but it’s better to use KY jelly or Vaseline. Spread it around well and insert your finger as far up as it will go. If you have sharp fingernails, use a glove so you don’t hurt the boy.”

She withdrew her finger and reached for the thermometer. “Put another glob of lube on the end of the thermometer and insert it very slowly and carefully so you don’t puncture anything. This thermometer is plastic, which is safer, but some people use glass thermometers and you have to be very careful with them.”

She inserted the thermometer and I started squirming again, which brought forth another smack on my bare bottom. “Now you need to wait five minutes to make sure you get a good reading. Some people just leave it in there, but I suggest you keep one hand on it in case the boy tries to expel it. If that happens, you’d have to start over. If it starts to come out, just wriggle it around using light pressure to get it back in properly. Jenny, you can release his cheeks now.”

After what seemed like hours, but was only five or six minutes, Mom pulled out the thermometer and read it. “Ninety-Nine point one,” she announced. “Basically normal. You can stand up now, Timmy.”

So, I stood there like a dummy, one hand shielding my boy parts and one trying to hide my bottom. It was probably the most embarrassing moment of my life. Having three girl classmates watch as my most private area was violated that way. But it was about to get worse.

“You girls have seen a demonstration, but it would probably be more instructive if you got a little practice, wouldn’t it, Carol?” Mom inquired.

“Oh, yes,” Mrs. Langston responded, a bit too eagerly for my comfort. “I think I will start using a rectal thermometer on Kevin. It is a good way to keep a boy from getting undue modesty issues.”

“That’s what I thought,” Mom replied as she got up from the chair. “Tami, take my place in the chair and Debbie, hold his cheeks apart.”

So, I went over Tami’s lap this time and the whole process was repeated, although they didn’t do the five-minute wait because they already had my temperature. Tami was pretty gentle with me, but she did spend more time rubbing my bottom than I thought necessary. Debbie and Angie giggled through the whole procedure when it was their turns.

Finally, I was released and allowed to go to the bathroom. I think I must have had half a pound of gunk in my rectum by then after four temperature session. When I got back to the living room, Jenny insisted on inspecting my bottom, to make sure I had wiped properly. I was still naked below the waist, of course.

When I finally sat down among the girls on the floor, I heard Mom talking to Mrs. Langston. “You know that I am going to be starting a different work schedule the first of the month. On Monday, Wednesday and Friday, I will be working until 8:00 PM and won’t be getting home until after 9 PM. I was hoping to be able to have Jenny look after the boys, but she is still only 12 and still pretty small. Of course, Timmy is too immature to leave in charge and Danny is only ten.”

“Yes, I understand,” Mrs. Langston said. “Your whole family is on the short side.”

“Right,” Mom said ruefully. “I was getting carded at age 30 and so was Frank. He was only 5-5 when we got married and I was just 5-3. So, the kids are small. What I was hoping is that you would allow Tami to babysit the boys three days a week on the nights I have to work late – and maybe some Saturdays as well. Jenny doesn’t need a sitter, of course, but she’s not strong enough to handle two boys.”

Mrs. Langston nodded thoughtfully. “It sounds like it would work out. My house is only two blocks away so Tami could call me or David if something goes wrong. And since Tami and Timmy are in the same classes, they could help each other with their homework.”

“Yes,” Mom said. “They already do that. Tami is good at Algebra and Timmy is good at English and Spanish so their skills match up nicely. And they are already friends.”

“OK, it sounds like it will work out well,” Mrs. Langston said. “but it will have to be clear that Tami is in charge at all times.”

“Of course,” Mom replied. “I would insist on that as well. Tami will have the authority to spank the boys any time she finds it necessary. And it will always be bare-bottom. She can use her hand, the paddle or the hairbrush at her discretion. She will give the boys their baths, with Jenny’s help, make sure they get to bed on time and do whatever else is necessary for their welfare.”

“You still bathe Timmy?” Mrs. Langston asked with raised eyebrows.

“Yes, boys are not very good when it comes to cleanliness,” Mom replied as my ears burned in shame. “We usually put them in the tub together and give them a good scrub after dinner. If they have been good that day, they can stay up until 9 PM and wear pajamas to bed. If not, they go to bed at eight, straight out of the bathtub and stay nude until after breakfast.”

“Can I have friends over while I am babysitting?” Tami asked.

“Of course,” Mom replied. “but no boys, no booze, no drugs and no smoking.”

They talked some more about details, but I was basically turned off at that point. I was just visualizing what would happen at school when the other kids found out I was being babysat by a girl a year younger than I was.

As the visitors were leaving, Tami gave me a hug and patted my still-bare bottom. “I’m really looking forward to being your babysitter. We can have lots of fun together as long as you behave.”

Debbie and Angie also hugged me and smacked my bottom. “We’re looking forward to seeing more of you,” Angie said, and hey both giggled.

So now I am two weeks away from becoming the laughingstock of my school and being controlled by a girl younger than I am. What can I do?

Could you call my mother and tell her that I am too old to have a babysitter, especially a girl younger than myself? Her phone number is (**Omitted **)

IT’S NOT FAIR!

The magazine published response:

Dear Timmy,

I'm sorry you felt embarrassed like that in front of the girls. You have to realize, however, that nothing bad actually happened to you. Your body is just a human body. There's nothing bad or shameful about it! Sure, for modesty reasons, adults and girls avoid being naked in front of other people, but for boys it's different. Everyone has seen little boys naked at one time or other, after all, and you have nothing that other boys do not have.

Boys with silly modesty issues only suffer needlessly. If you have the opportunity to see a little toddler boy naked, you'll see that they are perfectly happy that way. They do not suffer shame because people see them that way, and why should they? There's nothing bad about it. It should be the same with you. Yes, you are not a toddler any more, but neither are you a young man. Even though you are fifteen, you are still a little child. Unlike Tami and her friends, you have a little child's body and a little child's maturity.

You might think that, since Tami is actually a year younger than you, she should not be in charge of you, or giving you your baths, or spanking you when you are naughty, but what really matters is not your age, but your maturity. Boys mature at a different pace, and surely you must notice the differences between the girls and you. Can you imagine Tami having to get her temperature taken in her bare bottom, much less in front of other people? Can you imagine her needing to be bathed because she can't be trusted to make sure she does a proper job herself? Can you imagine her little sister having to check his bottom, because she can't be trusted to wipe properly? Can you imagine her needing to be spanked? Or needing a babysitter? Of course not! That's because there's a difference in maturity, and that's why you do not need to be ashamed when they see you naked. That difference in maturity is natural, just a matter of how fast boys and girls mature.

If the girls laughed, it's because they notice how shy and embarrassed you were acting, and they responded to it. If you were not so excessively self-conscious, no one would think twice about it.

Dear Timmy, those girls have already seen all you have to show, so why be embarrassed any more? It's silly.

But I know you still feel embarrassed. Tami seems like a nice girl. Maybe you could ask her not to say anything about this at school, and to ask her friends to keep quiet too, and promise her that you will try to be very good and obedient when she is babysitting. Perhaps she'll decide that so much shyness is not good for you and tell anyway, but what do you have to lose? If she tells and you are teased, just shrug and say that your mom insisted on it. If you don't give it too much importance, people eventually will do the same. It's only when a boy acts all embarrassed and like it's a big deal that other people tease him.

Just one last peace of advice: do not worry too much about having the body of a little boy and about being treated like a little boy. Enjoy your childhood! You only are a child once, and afterwards you have many more responsibilities and you can't be as carefree and have so much fun.

A very big hug to you!
INF

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