It's Not Fair

It's Not Fair 41

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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 magazine response is signed as INF, but it's actually written by Dr. Cassandra Miller, a feminist psychologist specializing in the upbringing of boys. 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:
(the letter has been written by Mike Ploog ( [email protected] ). The response is by Cassie)

Richard (Age 16)

Dear It’s not fair,

My name is Richard and I really need your help! First of all, I’m sorry if my narrative style isn’t perfect. It’s because I’m a non-native English speaker. You know, me and my family have moved from Austria to the US only two years ago. My family consists of my mother, my soon to be 13 year old sister Julia and me. We live in a small suburb close to a big city where my mother works as a professional translator for the government. Unfortunately, my parents got divorced long ago and I haven’t seen my father in years.

However, so far I really enjoyed my new life here in the States. I quickly found many new friends in school and in the neighborhood. We do a lot of sports and have much fun together. Also, the weather is much better than in my old homeland.

But now it all seems to turn to the worst because my mom has put me on Puericil. She decided to do this because ten days ago I got into deep trouble and now she thinks Puericil will “cure” me from my bad habits.

Let me tell you what happened on this fateful Sunday: I was hanging around in the public park with my two best buddies, Henry and Paul, when Henry suggested we should get some beer and get drunk. Just for the fun of it! Paul and me were instantly thrilled by this crazy idea!

I know in the US they don’t sell alcohol to minors like us (unlike to Austria, where the minimum legal age for buying beer is 16!).

But to our luck – I’d now better say bad luck – Henry has an older brother. “He owes me a favor” he proudly told us. So his 22 year old brother, Thomas, more or less willingly bought us three six packs and handed them us.

After having the first three bottles of beer in our life, all of us were already quite buzzed and in the mood for some fun. I think it was Henry again who proposed to walk to our school looking out for some hot chicks. Of course, everyone knew that on Sundays the empty schoolyard was a popular meeting point for the girls in our hood. Said and done we took our remaining bottles and shuffled down the street and but when we arrived we found the schoolyard totally deserted!

At first, we’d been awfully disappointed, but since we were already there, we made ourselves comfortable on the ground, opening another beer and enjoying our freedom. And the more drunk we got the more confident we became. It all got out of control when Paul collected some pebbles from under an ornamental tree and shouted “Let’s pop the girls!’” before he started to throw the stones at a small window that belonged to the girls’ toilet room on the third floor. His failed attempts to hit the glass only encouraged Henry to try it himself. So he also picked up a stone, aimed, threw it high... and with a loud BANG it shattered the window leaving a big round hole.

We all started to laugh and high-fived each other for having “popped the girls’ ”. But then I slowly became of aware of the danger we were probably in now... and as always being a bit chicken-hearted I proposed “Let’s get out of here, guys. I don’t wanna get caught by the caretaker or even the police!” Still laughing, we quickly left the schoolyard and made our way back. After a few minutes, me and my friends felt safe enough, so we slowed down and sat down on a bench. A big mistake! Another five minutes later, from both sites of the street a police car appeared leaving us no chance to escape. As it turned out, some neighbor living opposite the school had observed our riots and called the police.

The cops handcuffed each one of us and drove us to the police station were we all repentantly confessed. Luckily, we didn’t get arrested but after our personal data was registered the chief told us that the charges will be sent to our families within the next days and that we have to report at the police each day.

Finally, we were all driven home by the police. O, I’ll never forget the face of my Mom when she opened the door and saw me standing there head down and in company with two female cops!

Believe me, you have no idea how quick my formerly foggy-brained senses were recovering when they told her about my crime and the penal consequences I’d have to face. Suddenly, the feeling of lightness was all gone and replaced by shame and guilt mixed with the fear of my mom’s reaction!

You need to know that my mom NEVER ever spanked me before. So far she has always been very liberal and never got physical. The worst punishment we received was to be grounded when we were little kids. But now she was totally mad at me! I’ve never seen her so bloody angry! After apologizing to the female cops for my misconduct and telling them several times how embarrassed she is about this incident, she thanked them and shut the door. She then turned to me and smacked me HARD in the face! “Shame on you!” Then another, even harder slap, “Shame on you!” ...and again....and again! I tell you, my cheeks immediately started to burn like fire. But that was just the beginning of the worst punishment I ever went through! I was still in shock, when my mom grabbed me by my left ear tugging me straight to the living-room all the while scolding and threatening “We’re not done yet, young man! Not done yet!”

I still remember that queasy feeling telling me the first spanking in my life was in store. And as fate willed, just on this particular evening my younger sister had invited three of her classmates, Chrissie, Susan and Angie. They met to watch a self-made video being produced by the girls for a school project and my mom was happy to join the presentation. But now, their little screening was interrupted in a highly unexpected way.

“You’re brother had been a VERY bad boy and is now going to be spanked!”, Mom declared when we reached the living-room where four highly perplexed girls immediately stopped their lively chatting and looked at me in surprise.

Being spanked in the presence of my little sister and her friends was of course the most humiliating thing I could have imagined! I absolutely DIDN’T like the idea and begged like crazy “Please no, Mom! Not in front of them! Not in front of them! Tell them to leave!”

But my mom had other plans. “No, young man, I’m NOT going to send our guests away. They’re going to watch how a BADLY misbehaving boy is going to learn his lesson now!” Saying this, she fetched a nearby chair and placed it in the middle of the room, directly in front of the TV. With her right hand still glued to my ear, she got straight to the point. “Remove your shorts! NOW!”

“But Mom, not in front of...” “SLAP!”... my protests were cut short painfully by a quick hand to my face! Not wanting to risk another physical encouragement I slowly stepped out of my shorts. Geez, I felt so nude presenting myself to the girls in nothing but my short T-Shirt and my tighty whities! Next, my mom sat down on the chair and pushed me on her lap. To my utter embarrassment she then hooked her thumbs behind the waistband of my underpants and lowered them to my knees causing me to whimper like a little kid. “No, Mommy...”

Christ, now the girls could even see my bare hiney! How embarrassing! From my awkward position with my head upside down close to the floor I visioned the expression of their open mouths, their look of disbelief and curiosity. O, how I wanted them to be away! But as soon as Mom started to hand-spank me, my whole attention was quickly focused on my aching hiney. After several of her hard blows on my naked skin, all I did was crying, struggling and begging “Please stop it, Mommy! It hurts!”

In hindsight I feel so ashamed for acting more like a little girl than a young man as I was hollering like crazy on my mom’s lap losing all of my dignity in front of these young spectators.

And talking about indignity, the spanking itself wasn’t even the most humiliating part of my punishment! When Mom finally let go off me, I quickly stood up and I instantly started to jump around rubbing my abused hiney with both hands. And with my underpants still hanging low on my knees, my penis was now openly bouncing up and down. I very much knew I was making a fool of myself right in front of the girls who were sitting on the couch, but simply couldn’t help it. Christ, I’ll never forget their childish giggling as they gawked and pointed at my most intimate body parts. And these girls ridiculing me were only 12 or 13 years old, four years my junior! Imagine that!

After having half-way calmed down, I tried to shove up my briefs but my mom quickly interrupted me and barked “No way! You keep them where they are! I want you to you march to the corner and keep standing there with your nose touching the wall! And no covering! NOW!” Being too weak and much too scared to resist, I slowly shuffled to the wall and did as being instructed.

I tell you, the corner time was absolutely no fun at all! As I was standing there close to the wall, my mother simply decided to keep on watching the girls’ video as if nothing in the world had happened. But during the more silent parts of the video, I could hear the girls giggling and whispering to each other with their attention undoubtedly directed to my naked butt! God, I was sure that I could never ever look any of them in the eyes again. Little did I know what would happen on the very next day at school!

During recess I was queuing up for the canteen when I heard some snicker behind my back. As I turned around I faced three seventh-grade girls and immediately recognized one of them. It was Chrissie, one of Julia’s classmates who watched me being spanked and saw my privates! The pretty little blonde gave me a knowing smile and gazed down at my crotch as if she would say “I know what you’re hiding down there and you know that I know!” I quickly turned around again as I felt my head flushing in shame but could still hear her whispering some exciting news into the ears of her two comrades. Christ, I was hoping and praying that she wasn’t talking about ME! But then one of the girls became a little less discreet as I heard her asking “Was he really butt-naked?! Did he cry?” followed by a ”Psst” and further whispering until again one of them couldn’t restrain herself anymore “O my gawd! O my gawd! How big was it?! Tell us!”

Jeez, I felt SOO mortified now. This shameless little girl, Chrissie, she was obviously giving them a lively and VERY detailed description of my ordeal from the past evening! I just couldn’t stand it anymore and decided to skip dinner and quickly ran away...

Let me tell you: Not only do I now have to suffer from some cheeky young girls’ teasing at school. Moreover, my mother is now raising me much more strictly and imposed a new set of rules. One particular hard rule says that from Sunday to Friday my bedtime hours are 7:30 pm and 8:30 pm on Saturday. This is so humiliating, especially as my younger sister is allowed to stay up much longer which means until 9:30 pm, and on Friday and Saturday evening she is free to go out with her friends until 10 pm.

That’s not fair!

And talking about Julia, my relationship with her has also changed completely as she now starts to dominate me when we have our little arguments. It’s like I am the little brother now and she is my big sister. Whenever I complain or raise my voice Julia warns me and says something like “Do you want me to tell Mom, huh? Guess what happens then, young man? I TELL you: It’s another dick-flopping spanky dance of yours’!”

But the worst thing is that Mom forbade me to meet my best friends Henry and Paul, telling me that “They have a very bad influence on you, Richard. If I ever hear that you’re hanging around with one of them after school, you own yourself another spanking! Understood?”

However, I somehow might arrange with the new female authority in the house. But then, my mom bought this special medicine for me, Puericil! “These magic little pills prevent you from doing bad things, Richard”, she explained. Now I have to take two black pills a day, one after breakfast and one after dinner. Well, the first days, I didn’t really care about it until I spoke to a boy in the neighborhood who told me what Puericil really is and how it may influence my physical development and my “lower department” as he expressed.

This was when I started to do some research on the internet and, god, you know what? According to the official Puericil website I am given the STRONGEST pills, which are the black ones! It says: the white pills are the mildest. They are given to prepubescent kids and have no influence on the boy’s physical development. Then there are the blue ones. Being slightly stronger and recommended for elder boys who have already reached puberty they only have a minor impact such as loss of body hair and pubes - but otherwise they do not inhibit their development.

The red ones are already much higher dosed. It says they stop the boy’s development process latest after the second week of the “therapy”. There are two types: The light red ones are for prepubescent boys whereas the dark red pills were designed for adolescents. But the strongest versions really are the black pills, also called Puericil-forte! They are even twice as strong as the dark red ones and are exclusively for adolescents and young adults as they totally reverse the boy’s development within only a few months. The advertising on the website declares: “Turns the biggest troublemaker into a tame little lamb!”

Christ, I was nothing but shocked when I read all this and instantly asked my mom to stop my therapy or at least replace the pills with one of the lighter ones. “Really, Mom! I PROMISE to be a good boy. I don’t need these pills!“ But no matter how much I begged and how much I cried, she didn’t change her mind “I’m sorry Richard, but I’d better play it safe. You really brought me into deep trouble with your criminal act. I’m going to risk my state-job or even our residence permits if something like this ever happens again. No way! You take the black pills and that’s it. End of discussion!”

Now I’m so afraid! Afraid of what Puericil-forte will do to my body. I already know that something happens to me because since a few days I’m feeling a constant and very unpleasant itching in my balls. I’ve studied the Puericil website again and according to the leaflet it says: “In very rare cases, the subjects temporarily experienced a slight tingling in their testicles within the first period of their health-therapy.”

But it’s not only a “slight tingling”! At night it sometimes itches so bad that I can't fall asleep!

And you know, yesterday, when I took my morning shower, I discovered that my pubes are starting to fall out dramatically! What happens next?! You must know that I am SO proud of my penis. All the boys in my class envy me for having the biggest dick of us. Now I’m afraid that it will slowly shrivel to a little baby peenie! I don’t want to end up like poor 18 year old Peter (thankfully, the neighborhood boy borrowed me the latest Boy’s Stuff-issues and I read all the INF-letters).

I don’t wanna become a tiny dicked weakling who his is not even able to defend himself against a 12 year old boy!

Please tell me how to convince my mom! PLEASE!

There’s also another thing that really pisses me off. Yesterday, I asked Henry and Paul which consequences they had to face after our crime. Paul told me that his mother also spanked him and put him on Puericil. And when I casually asked him which color the pills have, he said “blue”. Blue! The second lightest ones! That’s not fair! I mean, it was Paul who threw the first stones, not me! And Henry, the wildest boy in our class, the one who broke the window, was merely grounded for a week.

Please tell me, why do I, the best-behaved boy of us three, receive the most severe punishment? Why me?!

That’s not fair!



The magazine published response:

Dear Richard,

Thank you very much for writing. Your letter is very welcome and your English is very good. Even though the magazine is published in English, we have readers from all over the world, and we like hearing from them. Austria is a beautiful country, and we are glad you are enjoying the US too.

I was sorry, however, to read about the problems you have got yourself into. You made some very bad decisions Richard, breaking the law several times. First, you obtained alcoholic drinks, even though it’s illegal here for minors to buy or drink them. Some parents allow their kids a small taste under their supervision, but in an uncontrolled manner it is very dangerous. Your body is growing and it’s not prepared for the effects of alcohol, and drinking at such a young age may cause an addiction that can seriously hurt you and hamper your future. Also, while you are under the influence of alcohol, your judgment is not good (not that your judgment up till that moment was very good, was it?) and you might do dangerous and destructive things. It was very naughty of you and your friends to do drink alcohol like that.

If your judgment had been bad before drinking the beer, afterwards it became terrible. The fact that you use the expression “hot chicks” shows a worrying lack of respect for women. They are human beings, not objects to be leered at.

Then your behavior became more disgraceful when you started throwing stones. You committed vandalism (breaking the windows) and you could easily have injured someone, if there had been someone there without your noticing. Broken glasses are also dangerous and someone could be cut.

Even more concerning was your attitude while you boys were doing this, laughing and encouraging each other.

Not so long ago, Richard, older boys like you were routinely allowed to get in trouble like that, with no control whatsoever. Many ended up becoming juvenile delinquents, hurting other people and themselves, sometimes thrown in jail or in juvenile detention.

You may think that your mother overreacted, but she did not. Imagine how she must have felt when her son was brought home by the police, after breaking the law several times and getting in very serious trouble. Can you imagine how scared for you she felt? The situation was very worrying. If she allowed you to continue along that path, sooner or later you would find yourself in even more serious trouble. The consequences for you and for your whole family could be very bad. In general, it is not advisable to smack boys on the face. The lord gave them a much more suitable and padded place where they can be safely spanked. However, under this circumstances, a wake-up call that completely got your attention was probably needed.

I’m surprised your mom was so lenient that you had never been spanked before. Probably you got in so much trouble because of that. Boys do need structure and consequences when they break the rules, and spanking is a punishment particularly suitable for their active and physical nature.

You may think that your mom shouldn’t have spanked you in front of your little sister and her friends, but in fact that’s a well-respected discipline strategy for boys. To make a punishment more effective, it’s not just a harder spanking you can use, but the psychological circumstances around it. What you had done was so serious that a fair spanking for it would probably cross the line into abuse. What can be done then is making it more memorable for the boy being punished by embarrassing him. That way, spanking can be very impressive for the boy without actually having to hurt him.

The fact that you begged so much goes to show that it was indeed effective. Being watched during a spanking does not hurt, but in your mind it makes the punishment more powerful and effective. What you have to understand is that it is not up to you. Even though you obviously like to think of yourself as a young man, the fact is that you are still a child and under your mother’s authority. Your behavior also clearly shows that you are very immature and need to be under strict control. Modesty and maturity go together, so if your behavior proves you are immature, you really do not need to be so modest.

That’s why your mom did the right thing in stripping and spanking you in front of the girls. Even if you can’t see it now, once you mature and become a grownup you will appreciate how your mom took back control and did not let you become a juvenile delinquent.

I’m sure you did not feel like such a tough little man when your mom took down your tighty whities in front of the girls. It’s not surprising, being reminded so dramatically of your childish status, that you regressed and called her “mommy” as you continued begging, like the little child you are. That’s one thing you need to learn the sooner the better. You may be a teenager, but boys in general mature slowly, and you in particular are clearly very immature.

The girls obviously must have thought so, as they watched you crying pitifully as you were spanked on the bare hiney over your mother’s knees, and as you begged “mommy” to stop. Again, only your immaturity prevents you from seeing this, but it was something that you sorely needed before you could continue getting in trouble.

The fact that you think you acted like a “little girl” again shows how little respect you have for women. You were not acting like a little girl. You were acting exactly as what you were: a little boy being soundly spanked by his mommy on his bare hiney, while his younger sister and his sister’s friends watched everything. It’s normal for boys to be spanked when they misbehave, Richard, and you did not lose your “dignity” because your mommy showed she cares for you enough to put an end to your misbehavior. When you lose your dignity is when you act like a juvenile delinquent, as you did with your friends.

That’s why you do not need to be worried about how those younger girls saw you doing your little “spanking dance”. Four years younger than you or not, they probably have seen a little boy’s peenie before, and what matters is not the age but the level of maturity. When you can behave with the maturity of a young adult then you’ll have time to worry about modesty. Before then, it’s just silly to worry about that.

You should put your problems in perspective, Richard. A few girls teasing you at school is a much smaller problem than going to jail, which is what could have happened if you had continued along the same path. Remember the saying: “stick and stones may break my bones, but words will never break me”. And you mother (is she not mommy now?) raising you much more strictly is not actually a problem, but the solution to the real problem.

Be grateful that your mom cares enough to set rules for you and take you under control, If your bedtime is 7:30 pm, then you need to go to bed at that time. Your sister having a later bedtime is only natural. She may be younger, but she is more mature than you. Have you ever seen her getting in trouble with the law and the police? Precisely because you are older, the consequences of your actions can be more serious. Add your obvious lack of maturity and you should understand why you need stricter rules. That’s also the reason why you need to listen more to your sister. Don’t be fooled by your being older: she is more mature than you, and that’s what matters.

I’m sorry that your mommy won’t let you see your friends, but she is right about this: if your friends are getting you in such trouble, they are not very good friends, are they? However, you should tell her that Paul is also having to take Puericil. Once she knows, she’ll probably decide that it’s OK for you to be his friend.

You are right about the effects of Puercil and about your version being the strongest, but you shouldn’t look at it as a bad thing. Puericil can help you behave so that you do not get in so much trouble and so that you don’t become a juvenile delinquent. You even describe Henry as a “wild boy”. Do you really want to be like that? Maybe now it seems cool to you, from your immature point of view, but he won’t end up well, and neither would you if your mommy hadn’t taken back control.

It’s true that Puericil Forte, the version you are taking, can reverse some of your physical development. The important thing is that it will make you stop being aggressive and rough. Yes, you will lose any pubic hair, but that’s common to all kinds of Puericil, and it’s even more convenient because it’s easier to keep clean. In the case of Puericil Forte, it also temporarily reverses some development associated with puberty. For example, your peenie will return to its just-before-puberty development. It will not become a “baby peenie” as you say. Just a child’s, which is what you are anyway. Really, you do not need to worry about that. It will grow again after you no longer need Puericil, and there’s no reason for a boy like you to need a bigger peenie. That obsession with peenie size is silly. You are still a child and you’ll have time to grow up. Only silly “rough” boys go around thinking they are grownups because their peenies are bigger than someone else’s.

Puericil’s side effects are not serious, and the tingling you describe should disappear soon. It’s just the medicine having its effect, but if you are concerned you should talk to your mom so that she can take you to the doctor to give you a complete exam and make sure you are all right.

What you need to worry about is not that, but being a good, obedient boy to show your mommy and sister that you can be trusted and don’t need so many rules.

And don’t feel sorry about yourself. When you have better perspective, you’ll realize that this is actually a good thing for you, not a punishment. You’ll be saved from many troubles that could have affected your whole life. Do not try to grow up before it’s time. You had the maturity of a small child and the freedom to get in trouble of a young adult. Now you’ll be treated according to your level of maturity.

A big hug for you, Richard!
INF

(The End)