It's
Not Fair 34
By Cassie
puericil@hotmail.com
Copyright 2017, 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.
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 Mike Ploog
The response is by Cassie)
(You can read Peter's previous letter in INF 14. Even though that
was by a different writer, Mike wanted to write a follow-up)
Peter (age 18)
Dear It’s not Fair,
I’m writing again, because I need your advice
badly. You remember there was this shameful incident with Doreen spreading her
pictures of me being naked and bathed by her older sister, my babysitter Jenny.
By the way: Meanwhile, Jenny has become tired of babysitting me – an
underdeveloped immature Puericil-boy – and she now prefers to spend her time
with her new and REAL worthy boyfriend Mitch.
Anyway, I told you how Doreen’s photos have been
seen by nearly all my schoolmates, including these particular mean middle
school girls. Till this day I’m still the victim of their regular teasing,
taunting and verbal insults. I also have written that I can’t stand the daily
humiliations anymore and begged my mom to be homeschooled.
At first my constant pleas fell on deaf ears,
but since my grades started to deteriorate more and more (which was obviously due
to all the stress I’m under in school) my mom was seriously worried about my
forthcoming graduation. This resulted in several hard spankings each time I
came home with a failed exam. Finally, my mom decided that something had to be
done. My first hopes of being registered to another school were quickly dashed.
Instead, it turned out that she’d planned to send me to a private teacher… with
whom I had to spend my holidays! Much to my dismay, the teacher is actually a
woman. Her name is Angela Parker and she is living in a large house with her
two daughters. Her domicile is located in a far away small-town near the Ocean.
Mrs. Parker is an old friend of my mom and they arranged that she gave me daily
private educations in her house. Said and done, when summer vacation started I
was transferred to my part-time exile by train.
I don’t overstate when I tell you that my
arrival at Mrs. Parker’s home was the beginning of the worst time of my life!
She is a VERY strict 41 year old lady and from the first day on she was
treating me like a naughty little boy instead of an 18 (!) year old young man
who I actually am.
Life in Mrs. Parker’s household is nothing but
miserable. Let me tell you my workday routine: From 9 am to 1 pm she teaches me
in my weakest school subjects: Math, Physics, French, History and Biology. Not
only is she very strict and demanding, she even insists on being politely
addressed as “Madame” – which is an old fashioned French term for a wealthy and
respected woman. I even have to bow before her when I greet her in the morning.
Can you believe that?!
Before lessons begin, I have to help out her
daughters in the kitchen. The elder one, Monica, an auburn haired fifteen years
old, can only be described as a spoiled and snotnosed princess who acts like a
young adult and usually treats me like a dumb idiot. Not only is she an
excellent A-grade student who skipped a class. The smug girl is also aware that
she is one of the prettiest and most popular girls in her school. Monica is the
role model of her younger sister, Valery. The ten year old little beauty is
always trying her best to act like her elder sister by imitating her adult-like
demeanor.
When I meet the girls in the morning I also have
to greet them with a bow. And when I talk to them it’s my duty to properly
address them as “Miss Monica” and “Miss Valery”. Can you believe how hard it is
for me to behave in such a subservient way to a girl, especially to one that is
barely half my age?! That’s not fair!
Of course, I am always the one who has to do the
dirty work which means rubbing the floor, cleaning the table and washing the
dishes. Every morning the girls boss me around as if I were their personal
servant. But what should I do? I only ONCE dared to complain and talk back. A
big mistake! Shortly after, I ended up on Madame’s lap. She swiftly yanked down
my shorts and gave me a very hard spanking with a wooden spoon. This was not
only painful as hell. With the girls openly observing my punishment and hearing
me screaming and begging I also felt utterly ashamed and highly humiliated.
But if you may think that Madame is nothing but
a stern person, you are absolutely wrong! As strict and unyielding she handles
me, as warm and liberal she treats her daughters, “her little angels” of whom
she is so proud of. She always praises them for being such good students and
having such nice manners.
As I told you, my daily private lessons end at 1
pm. After having lunch together with the girls, I am administered my second
Puericil pill of the day under the strict eyes of Madame. Then, I spend another
two hours doing my homework. But that is far from being all of my daily tasks!
As part of the agreement between Mom and Mrs. Parker I have to “finance” my
private lessons by doing garden work. In consequence of that, the “real duty”
awaits me in the afternoon. You must know that Madame owns an awfully huge
garden! It consists of a large lawn, high trees and an endless amount of flower
fields, plus there’s even a large pool.
When I’m drudging in the hot summer sun
fulfilling my duties, Miss Monica and Miss Valery usually lie lazily by the
pool having a good time observing me. Very often there are even more spectators
present as Miss Monica frequently invites several of her friends for a little
pool-party. You have no idea how humiliating it is to mow the lawn under the
eyes of all these amused teen girls and their mocking comments. Why is life so
unfair?
But if you think my degradation couldn’t be
worse, I’ll prove you otherwise. Here it comes: After having done my work, my
clothes are always soaked in sweat. I will NEVER forget the first day of my
garden work on which I humbly asked Madame to use the bathroom for taking a
shower. She looked me up and down in disgust and scolded: “Not in this state,
young man! Do you think I let you walk inside with your sweaty and filthy
clothes? You will ruin my expensive carpet!”
“But I badly need to take a shower, Madame”, I
meekly responded.
“Of course you need to”, she replied. “You will
take your shower right here. Just get off your filthy things and wash
yourself.” Saying this, she pointed to the outdoor shower head which was
installed just a few feet behind the pool. I just stammered “B..b..b…but
Madame. Please, you can’t make me do this! Please! Not in front of them! I need
some privacy.”
That was when Madame became REAL angry.
“Nonsense! You take off your clothes immediately or I’m gonna strip you down by
myself and whip your little hiney with the belt. And I’ll do it right here on
the spot, young man!”
After her outburst there was a palpable tension
in the air. In all, there were five observing girls present: Miss Valery, Miss
Monica and her best friends Anita (14), Brenda (15) and Heather (15). They were
all lying on their comfortable sun loungers watching me with a thrill of
anticipation waiting for me to give in. And that’s what I did! I was so scared
of being severely whipped in front of the female audience that I’d chosen the
lesser evil. With shaking hands, I slowly started to undress. First, I put off
my sneakers then my smelly socks, my sweaty white T-shirt and VERY reluctantly
stepped out of my denim shorts. Finally, I was standing there only in my
ridiculous young-boys briefs which were even decorated with several Goofy
motives! (thanks Mom, for having me to wear my old child underwear till this
day!)
Being aware that I must have looked like a
stupid dork, I shyly glanced at the female spectators. Meanwhile, each of them
had taken down their expensive sun-glasses and smiled devilishly! The blonde
bleached and navel-pierced Heather, who was obviously the rudest of them,
pointed at my comical undies and joked. “Now THAT’s what I call a real
goofy-boy!” Her humiliating remark caused the other girls to laugh hilariously
and made me blush profusely.
By the way: Do I have to mention that Miss
Monica’s friends used to call me “Goofy” after this memorable incident?
Anyway, Madame just ignored the common hilarity
and snarled at me: “What are you waiting for? Take off your panties and step
under the shower. Hush! Hush!”
As soon as I turned my back to the girls, their
laughing and giggling was replaced by silent curiosity. Taking a deep breath, I
hooked my fingers into the waistband of my briefs, slid them down and quickly
covered my midsection. While stepping under the shower, I did my best to keep
my backside to the girls. With one hand glued to my genitals I used my free
hand to open the water tap.
But Madame was determined. “Use BOTH hands to
soap you, stupid! And turn around. I need to see if you clean yourself
thoroughly!”
I knew there was no way back, so I had no option
but to wash myself presenting all my little glory to Madame and the girls. When
I turned around with the clean water pelting down my sweaty body, the girls
openly gawked at my hairless little penis with wide eyes. Again, it was
big-mouthed and big boobed Heather who lost control first. “Teehee…see how tiny
he is!” she squeaked. Then I heard a familiar comment as Anita stated in a low
voice: “Looks like Goofy-boy has a little baby-peenie!” Now the girls REALLY
burst out into fits of laughter. Even young Miss Valery was cackling and
pointing at my little member.
At least, Madame intervened “Now you calm down
and stop your nasty comments! Monica! Valery! Such behavior is out of place!”
It was actually the first time I heard her rebuking the girls. But that didn’t
help me much because the strict Lady was still focused on my awkward efforts to
clean myself, ignoring the fact that I was already desperately whimpering like
a little girl.
“Don’t be sloppy, boy! Wash every part of your
filthy body thoroughly…. your peenie and your hiney too!” She even forced me to retract my foreskin and
clean my little glans underneath, can you believe that?! When I actually did
it, the highly amused girls were all sitting upright in their loungers, heads
bent forward in curiosity, having a hard time to stifle their giggles!
From that day on, my mandatory outside shower
time had become a regular ceremony. I hate it so much but can’t do anything to
avoid it. That is SO unfair!
(By the way: As the old fashioned Madame has a
special dislike for cell phones and strictly forbids them in her house, I can
only pray that none of the girls ever dared to secretly film me like mean
Doreen once did.)
Now let me tell you about another, even more
painful experience: Sunday is usually the only day Madame allows me to have
some spare time. But last Sunday, even this day turned out to be another
nightmare! It was when she proposed that we all make a day trip to the nearby
Ocean beach. It would have been bad enough to spend the day with the three
dominant females. But then Miss Monica asked if we could also pick up her new
boyfriend. I couldn’t believe what I just heard. Miss Monica is already allowed
to have a boyfriend?!
The answer is yes! His name is Nick and he’s a
16 year old schoolmate of her. So we picked up this young man and his 5 year
old little brother, called Billy.
It turned out that Nick was a tall and good
looking athlete with curly blonde hair – sort of a beach boy. You must also
know that he is very well mannered and confident. Miss Monica proudly told her
mom that Nick was even honored by a Medal for Civil Courage for successfully
defending a woman against a rapist and incapacitating the criminal. No wonder,
Miss Monica was totally nuts about her prize boy!
Though he is two years younger than me I always
feel like a premature little boy compared to heroic Nick who is obviously way
manlier than me.
When we arrived at the beach I was overwhelmed
by its size: Huge wide dunes turning into crystal water, crowded by sun-hungry
residents and tourists. It was like heaven on earth…but for me it would soon
become hell on paradise!
Let me explain why: As Nick didn’t want to take
care of his baby brother all day he decided to drop the little fellow by a
place called “Kid’s beach zone”. It is a supervised area surrounded by a high
staked wooden fence where parents can drop their kiddos, knowing them in caring
hands. On that day the supervisors were two teen girls, both of them just
slightly older than Miss Monica. And talking about Monica: It was HER who made
this fateful proposal: “How about leaving stupid Peter in the kid’s zone too,
Mom? I mean, he’s like OUR little kid, isn’t he?”
As you may guess, Madame held that for a “very
good idea”. And when little Billy happily jumped up and down and rejoiced
“That’s great! That’s great! I wanna have Peter with me!” the decision was
settled.
Of course I wasn’t even asked if I’d agree and
so I protested: “No way! You can’t leave me here with all this kids! That’s
ridiculous. I’m an adult!” Certainly, I should have known better. My objects
were quickly set apart as Madame once again threatened me with a whipping.
The kid’s area was terrible! While Madame, Miss
Monica, Nick and young Miss Valery were obviously having a great time at the
major beach, I had to stay with the five year old brat, building sandcastle
after sandcastle with him. Why is life so unfair?!
After about an hour of stupid child’s play I
couldn’t stand it anymore and lost my patience. That was when I did something I
highly regret till this day! Inflamed with rage, I ravaged a sandcastle just in
front of Billy. The poor little boy even got a load of sand in his eyes and
instantly started to cry. But I didn’t give a sh** about it and just made my
way to the exit, trying to get out of this misery. A bad idea! My sudden
outburst and the following turmoil only alarmed the supervising girls, Helena
and Kate, who both reacted quickly. As Helena hurried to Billy and took comfort
of the weeping child, Kate immediately rushed to the exit door and blocked my
way! In a desperate attempt, I tried to break through the human barrier but
quickly found out that the wiry girl was simply too strong for me. Being in a
rage, Kate accused me for being “such a nasty bully!” and proclaimed that I
needed to be disciplined.
And how she meant business! Without hesitation,
the young supervisor pulled me by my ears, dragged me to a nearby chair, pushed
me over her lap and fixed me with her strong arms. She then called for Helena
who took hold of my struggling legs. In just a few seconds my swimming trunks –
which were the only clothes I had on – were roughly yanked past my ankles and a
furious Kate started to spank me like the devil himself! “Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack!....” Blow after blow landed on my sensitive skin. She must have either
been a tennis pro or a martial arts expert, so fierce and powerful were her
terrible blows! In no time I was wailing and shrieking like a banshee.
In retrospective, it must have been quite an
inappropriate sight: A skinny 18 year old naked weakling being heavily spanked
by a teen girl in a closed area full of bewildered toddlers aged between three
and eight!
Needless to say, that after this awful spanking
my remarkably reddened hiney was badly aching and burning in pain. But the
girls weren’t through with me yet. Not at all! Instead, they roughly marched me
to a small enclosure called “shame corner”. The “shame corners” are little
cages designed like aviaries. They are positioned close to the inner fence
side. Their purpose was obvious: to lock up and keep in place rebellious little
boys who got too much out of control. So I ended up bawling and kneeling in
this tiny kid’s prison with my hands clasped behind my head as being instructed
and my red raw butt exposed to the whole crowd.
Every now and then a cheeky little boy or girl
appeared at my wired aviary and reprimanded me for being “a naughty boy” or
teased me for being “such a big crybaby”.
But that was just mild pranks compared to what
these particular mean twin girls did to me!
They came with long pointy tree twigs and
without warning, they started to prick me as they guided their sticks forth and
back through the small cage-holes in swift motions. That hurt!
The angel-faced little devils even tried to stab
my peenie attacking me from two sides while I frantically squirmed and writhed
within the tiny pen. After numerous failed attempts, one of them actually
managed to hit her target with full force and I let out an ear-numbing screech!
Only afterwards, supervising Helena slowly trotted to my cage and
half-heartedly chased the laughing little sadists away, giving each of them a
light pat. She then told me to show her my aching privates and shook her head
in disapproval. “Jeez! Don’t make such a drama and stop that wailing, boy! Your
little dinkie looks all okay to me.”
Fortunately, she was right and I hadn’t been
seriously injured by these little bullies, but I’m VERY SURE that if they had
been boys, the supervisor wouldn’t have been so gentle with them, wouldn’t
she?
The following two hours, there was a constant
coming and going of children. But then, Miss Monica and Nick arrived for a short
visit. To my utter embarrassment they were explicitly informed about my
misbehavior and the resulting punishment. The two young lovers walked towards
me arm in arm and stopped beside my narrow cage. Judging from their stern look
they were in a quite bad mood. “I just heard about your wild outburst, Peter.
How can you do that?! Trust me: When we’re back at home, you’ll receive another
punishment for being that rude, little boy”, Miss Monica spoke as she looked
down on me with angry eyes.
I submissively glanced up at the couple.
Madame’s older daughter was dressed in a sexy one piece bathing suit that
highlighted her female curves. She looked so mature, I thought to myself. Same
with her boyfriend, Nick. The tall athletic guy was clad in a sleeveless shirt
and tight Speedos, showing off his muscular frame alike his impressive
man-bulge. I quickly lowered my head in shame looking down at my own shriveled
little stub. To make matters worse, even Nick, the once so friendly guy, was
really upset now and literally spoke me down: “Why have you been so mean to my
little brother, hmm? Hurting a child is not very adult-like. I’m really
disappointed by you. If it wasn’t for Monica I would have pulled you out of
this cage and taught you a lesson you never forget!”
At that very moment I felt like a little kid
that was trounced by his parents - though me, “the kid”, was actually an 18
year old boy with the “parents” being a 15 year old girl and a 16 year old boy.
Never in my life did I feel so SMALL. I so much hate Puericil!
When Miss Monica and Nick finally left, they
took little Billy with them and decided that I had to stay in the “shame
corner”. So, I was kept imprisoned for further endless hours until they all
picked me up late in the afternoon and we drove home.
Miss Monica hadn’t promised too much: Before my
bedtime (which was 7:30 pm) an outraged Madame bent me over her knee and I was
delivered the second disciplining of the day – however, this time I had to
endure Madame’s wooden spoon! Now I ask you: Is it really fair to receive such
hard punishments for such a relatively minor offense?
A further consequence of the fateful beach
incident was that Madame now plans to give me an even higher dose of Puericil!
But I don’t want to! I want to get rid of these stupid pills! I want to become
a normal young man and have a girlfriend. Why can’t I be like Nick? He is so
mature and confident. In your response-letter you told me that Puericil reduces
my aggressiveness. But I’ve learned my lesson. I swear I will never be aggressive
to a girl or a boy anymore!
The last thing I’d like to complain about isn’t
less concerning. Yesterday, Madame announced that she’s gonna be away for the
next weekend to visit a good friend of her. And guess what? She explained that
Miss Monica and Miss Valery would be in charge of me during her absence! Miss
Monica would even “be old and mature enough to discipline me”, so Madame
demanded her elder daughter to “make sure that he is fulfilling his tasks,
doing his garden work properly and that he obeys the rules.” Now what do you
think of that?!
She even allowed her to invite Nick as an
assistant! “He’s such a commendable and responsible young man. He may help you
out if you can’t handle Peter.” Madame then looked me sharply in the eyes and
added “But I’m sure that this won’t be necessary, won’t it Peter?”
You may better understand my worries when I tell
you how Miss Monica talked to me later on that day. It happened during my
bedtime-bath with young Miss Valery monitoring me (another part of my newest
daily distress which I haven’t even mentioned!). Suddenly her elder sister
stormed in the bathroom. Being all dressed-up for her upcoming evening date
with Nick, she towered before me in her high heels and threatened me: “You’d
better be good this weekend, little boy. Listen: If you don’t cooperate, I will
punish you for even the slightest fault and keep you all nakey just like you
are right now! And one more thing: When Nick is coming, he and I are going to
enjoy ourselves from time to time. That’s when you get locked in your basement
chamber and will not utter a peep. Got that?!”
Though I don’t quite understand what she meant
by “he and I are going to enjoy ourselves” I am SO scared of the forthcoming
weekend! Oh I can’t help crying as I’m writing... I’m afraid that Miss Monica
or even strong Nick will do me harm! Please tell me what I should do!
I’m very sorry that again my letter became so
long, but I finally need to bother you with my very last and uppermost problem:
Once a week I’m allowed to call my mom on the phone. Each time the conversation
ends up with me crying and begging her to let me come home. And each time she
says something like: “Don’t be so sensitive, Peter. It’s for your own good!
Madame not only helps you to improve your grades, she also teaches you to be a sensible,
well-behaved boy. She told me that you already made some good progress… and
that’s the only thing that counts. Just grit your teeth and keep it up, honey.
You can do it!”
Now I desperately ask you: Can you PLEASE talk
to my mom and convince her so that I can come back earlier than agreed?! I’m so
homesick and miss my old life. I have it so hard here and can’t stand another
eight (!) weeks living with this terrible family! Please help me out of this
misery!!!
It’s not fair!
The magazine published response:
Dear Petey,
Please, do not apologize for the length of your
letter. It’s good to get news from you, and I’m always happy to read your
letters and answer them.
I’m sorry that Jenny left you for another
boyfriend, but you should not worry too much. You are so young and it’s just part
of life. For most boys, their first girlfriend does not become their life mate.
It’s soon for you to be thinking about that, anyway. What I want you to do is
getting that idea that you are not worthy out of your head. Yes, you are
underdeveloped and immature, but that does not make you any less of a valuable
person. Babies, for example, are completely undeveloped and immature, but they
are still precious to their families. And babies grow, and so will you,
eventually. Jenny’s new boyfriend, Mitch, is not undeveloped like you. He does
not have a tiny, bald, baby peenie like you do. He does not need to be babysat and
looked after like you do. He doesn’t need his mommy, or babysitter, or whoever
is looking after him to bathe him like you do. He doesn’t need his hiney bared
and spanked in front of anyone who happens to be there, like you do. All that
is true. But it doesn’t make him better than you. It just means that you are
much more immature than him, and that’s not really your fault: Every child
grows up at his own pace.
It’s a pity that you had so many problems at
your school. It seems to me you gave too much importance to that silly incident
with the pictures. Sure, every kid at your school saw you naked, but so what? It’s
not like there’s anything really shameful about the human body. I’m sure the
other kids would have forgotten about it and not teased you so much if you hadn’t
placed so much importance on an incident that doesn’t really matter.
Anyway, since your grades were worsening, it’s
nice that your mom agreed to send you to a private teacher. That way you can
get more individual attention and those results are bound to improve.
However, I’m still concerned with some attitudes
of yours, Petey. For example, there’s your dismissive attitude towards your
teacher just because she happens to be a woman. You said that much to your dismay
the teacher turned out a woman. So what? She is a grownup, and you are a child
in need of tutoring. What does it matter if she is a woman, then? Any
knowledgeable grownup can do the job. You should remember that what got you in serious
trouble to begin with was your disrespectful attitude towards Jenny, who was
your girlfriend then. Your difficulty when it comes to respecting women is an
obvious sign of total immaturity. You may be 18, but in terms of maturity you
behave like a toddler, so is it any wonder that you are treated like a toddler?
And you are most definitely not a young man. Kids do not become young adults because
of their age, but because of their maturity. And are you mature, Petey? Do you
feel mature when a woman or even a girl much younger than you is giving you a
bath and washing your undeveloped, tiny peenie and your bare hiney? Do you feel
mature when you get your cartoon undies pulled down in front of God and
everybody because you have earned a spanking? Do you think that’s how a young
man acts? How can you expect Mrs. Parker to treat you like a young man? The
very idea is ridiculous. It’s no wonder that she is very strict with you,
because your behavior shows that you need it. If you don’t want people to treat
you like a naughty little boy the first thing you need to do is look at your
behavior and try not to act like one.
You complain about being made to address people
politely, about having to bow courteously (old fashioned for sure, but maybe some
old fashioned values can do you a lot of good), about having to study a lot, about
having to help with the house work… There’s nothing wrong with any of that,
Petey. So why that attitude? Why those complaints about having to “behave in
such a subservient way to a girl, especially to one that is barely half my age?”
Again you have to see that attitude towards women. Petey, because of your
behavior you are the one who has to be disciplined and looked after, not Miss
Valery. So what does it matter that she has barely half your age? It’s not age
that matters, but maturity. Do you feel more mature than her when she is
bathing you? I bet you don’t! So what’s wrong with you treating her
respectfully?
The girls do not “boss you around”. They direct
you. It’s their duty to do so, because they are much more mature than you. You
could show some maturity by obeying them and doing your chores without
complaining, but instead you show bad attitude and talk back. Then, when your
shorts are yanked down and you end up on Madame’s lap getting your bare bottom
warmed in front of the girls you feel “utterly ashamed and humiliated”. Why? You
should be ashamed, mind, but only of your behavior. It’s natural for a naughty
boy to get a spanking. If you want to avoid spankings, you just need to behave
and be respectful and obedient. That’s the reason Madame is so strict with you
and not with the girls: the girls do not act the way you do. They are
infinitely more mature than you, even if they are younger.
Then you mention how humiliating it is for you
to have to work in the garden while the girls watch. Again that attitude! It’s
honest work, Petey, there’s nothing shameful about it!
And what if you are made to shower outside in
front of them? It makes sense, doesn’t it? That way you won’t get the house
dirty. It’s not like they have to worry about your modesty. You are a little
boy who is not mature enough for modesty. Those girls bathe you, for goodness
sake! And even if their friends hadn’t seen you naked before, do you think they
care? They probably have little brothers of their own. Your being naked in
front of them is completely unimportant. It makes no difference. It doesn’t
matter the least bit. On the contrary, it’s doubly convenient because it allows
them to supervise your shower easily, to make sure you get completely clean. In
fact, if they didn’t make you retract your foreskin and clean your tiny glans
underneath you wouldn’t even do it! It’s OK for a little boy to take his shower
outdoors. It’s only when you try to make a big deal of it that the girls tease
you.
Then, after you behave so immaturely, and complaining
so much about working, and having to study, and having to be respectful, what
do they do? They take you on a trip to the beach. You could have had a great
time, but instead you misbehaved again and had to be punished.
First, you shouldn’t be surprised they left you
in the Kid’s zone with little Billy. Sure, he is 5 and you are 18, but I have
to ask: who acts more like a little boy? Was it Billy who had a temper tantrum?
Was it Billy who acted like a bully? Was it Billy who destroyed a sandcastle in
a fit and hurt a little boy, throwing sand in his eyes? Was it Billy who had to
be bared by the teenage supervising girls and given a spanking in front of all
the little kids? Was it Billy who cried and wailed like a baby in front of them?
Was it Billy who had to be locked in timeout inside the “shame corner”, kneeling
naked with his hands behind his head so that everyone could see his red hiney? Was
it Billy who made such a fuss because two little girls were teasing him, without
actually hurting him? Was it Billy who had to be scolded by Miss Monica and
Nick while he was naked in the shame corner? Was it Billy who had to be
promised another spanking when he got home? Of course not! It was you, Petey!
So what does it say about you and your supposed young adulthood. Is that how a
young adult acts on a trip to the beach? Of course not! So if you act like a
toddler, and a naughty one at that, is it any wonder that you are treated like
a toddler? It’s not coincidence that Nick seems so manly compared to you. It’s
not just a matter of your immature tiny peenie. It’s a matter of your immature,
infantile behavior. I’m not surprised you felt so small when they were scolding
you, and you are lucky Nick didn’t take you out of your shame corner and give
you another spanking right there for hurting his baby brother. He could have
easily done so, and no one would think it was undeserved if he had.
And you still call that a “relatively minor offence”!
And complain about a follow-up bedtime spanking! I can’t believe that attitude,
Petey, and you are lucky you have people in your life who are willing to take
you in hand and give you the discipline and supervision you obviously need.
As an aside, I have to tell you that Madame’s
decision on increasing your Puericil dose is correct. What you did to Billy was
violent and aggressive, and Puericil helps you suppress that aggression. You
swear you will never be aggressive to a girl or a boy again, but that’s just
after telling me you hurt a five year old boy! You should not think of your
Puericil pills as a punishment, but as a sorely needed medical treatment. You
are so busy complaining about everything that you probably do not think about
it, but if your mom had not taken you in hand you probably would be a juvenile
delinquent by now, and be in serious trouble with the law. As I said, you
should be grateful.
And yet you talk about wanting to get rid of “these
stupid pills”. Those “stupid pills”, Petey, are what has saved you from
becoming a violent offender. You say you want to become a normal young man and
have a girlfriend. Well, then you should act more maturely, shouldn’t you? You
should start by being more respectful and obedient, instead of acting like a
spoiled toddler. And before thinking about girlfriends, you should leave your “toddlerhood”
behind. Yes, I know you are 18, but you are as immature as a toddler (and I’m
not just referring to your peenie but, much more importantly, to your behavior)
so that’s how you will be treated for the foreseeable future, until you start
showing much more maturity!
You do not need to be scared of the forthcoming
weekend. Monica and Nick are going to look after you, not hurt you. They may
spank you if you are a naughty boy, but that’s a different thing. And avoiding
it is in your hands: you just need to be a good boy and do what they tell you.
If you stopped being miserable for a moment and
looked around you’d see that you have people around you who care about you, and
look after you! Do not be so obstinate and unduly proud!
I have to tell you that your mom is in charge of
you, and she is the one who makes all the decisions, not you. After all,
toddlers are not allowed to make decisions for themselves, are they? You are
well looked after and get to learn your school subjects and, hopefully, to be
more respectful. This is an opportunity for you, and that’s how you should look
at it. Soon enough, you’ll come back to your home and your mommy, but in the
meantime you should work hard and also try to improve your attitude. Forget
about being 18 years old. That thought is what causes all your unhappiness. Nick
is two years younger than you, but I think there’s no doubt that in terms on
maturity the distance between you two is huge. You act more like a toddler than
like a young man, so that’s how you should think of yourself, until you start
becoming more mature.
You
need to do some
thinking and realize that the problem that needs to be corrected is in
your
behavior, not in what happens to you. Listen to people and do not
concentrate so much in feeling sorry for yourself. Things are not as
bad as they seem
to you. Cheer up!
A big hug to you!
INF
(The End)