It's Not Fair 13

It's Not Fair 13

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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.

Thanks to Steven, who wrote the two "Steve" letters in this issue, and to two anonymous contributors who wrote each of the other two letters.

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Letter published in the It’s Not Fair section of the magazine called Boy Stuff:

Steve (age 15, almost 16)

Dear It's Not Fair,

I have written two prior letters to you about my neighbor Ellen (12 years old) who is my current babysitter, and she even wrote a letter to you about her babysitting of me, so I think you will remember who I am. I have tried my best to be good and to act more grown up, but my situation with Ellen only continues to grow worse. I don't know who else to turn to, so I am asking you for advice again.

Let me explain what has happened since my last letter to you. In that letter, I told you about how Ellen bought me and makes me wear short pant short sleeve pajamas with cartoon characters after she gives me my bath, with no underpants underneath, how she gives me a much earlier bedtime than my 2 younger sisters, who she does not babysit at all, since my parents think that only I need a babysitter, and how she started making me do 30 minutes of corner time after any of the spankings she gives me on my naked tushie in the living room with my mother's paddle, standing with my nose in the corner and my hands on top of my head, with my sore red naked tushie in full view to anyone who sees me. I also described a visit to the doctor with Ellen in charge that was a total nightmare. Well, if Ellen did not have enough control of me then, it is now hugely worse.

My sisters, who are both very good students, have always gone to a wealthy private school called the A Level Heritage School for Girls. Guess who else goes to that school, and who is also a really good student. That's right. You guessed it. Ellen! A levels are the courses British students take before they go to university, and they only get to A levels if they pass their earlier exams, called O levels. The school has always been run as an English school. The school does not have a principal, it has a headmistress, an English lady educator named Mrs. Thompson. The school has always had prefects, who are honor students who are sort of teacher and office assistants. They serve as hall monitors, monitor the changing rooms during P.E., serve as office assistants who deliver messages, summon students, and other such chores.

Well, last summer, the school decided that it was going to admit boys for the first time, and advertised that fact. My parents had been very dissatisfied with my school performance in my regular school, and decided that the smaller class size and strict atmosphere of my sisters' school would be perfect for me, and put in an application for me. The initial class was going to be 25 boys, and I was one of them. I didn't want to go, as I didn't want to leave my friends at my regular school, but my mother convinced me with a good session with the paddle on my naked tushie, of course right in front of my sisters and Ellen, as usual. During that spanking, through my babyish sobs, my mother got me to agree that the new school was a really good idea.

The school decided that it would start this new experiment in having boys in the school by only accepting boys in the upper school, ages 15, 16, and 17. Then, next year, they would start with boys in kindergarten and the lower school. Well, all us boys had to take a series of exams to assess our academic level so we could be properly placed. Unfortunately, I was far and away the worst of the boys in my performance in the exams. I haven't taken school nearly seriously enough and wanted to play around, and I am afraid my performance on those exams showed it. As a matter of fact, my performance was so bad that I was the only one of the 25 boys who was determined to be not suitable for the upper school. The school determined that I should be placed in a class with 12 year olds in the lower school. And guess what? My class has 24 students, and I am the only boy. Guess who else is in my class? Of course, Ellen! I just knew that this was going to be a nightmare, and I was not wrong.

The school made some changes in its procedures to reflect the fact that boys were now attending. Since it was an all girls school before, the school had never had any physical punishment, such as spankings. But Mrs. Thompson, the headmaster, felt that boys needed to have physical punishment, so she made provision. Being English, she sent off to England and purchased several cartons of punishment canes, a horribly wicked flexible rod used to punish boys. Each of the teachers in the school, all of whom are women, who had boys in their classes were issued these canes. The headmistress herself has a whole basket full, of different lengths and thicknesses. In the upper school, the cane would be applied to a boy's underpants, except by the headmistress, who could and would normally cane a boy's naked tushie. In the lower school, however, teachers are permitted to cane a boy on his naked tushie in full view of the class. I have already had the cane from my teacher, Mrs. Goodman, several times, and my fellow students in my class, all girls, never stop loving it. They always say "OOOOOOH!" after each stroke of the cane, and then count the stroke, as another red welt and stripe appears on my naked tushie. I cannot even begin to tell you how much it hurts. I am always crying like a baby after the usual 6 strokes.

Another change made to accommodate boys. All students in this school wear uniforms. The girls all wear a white dress shirt with a tie in the school colors, a blue skirt with a length just above the knees, white socks and dress shoes. The decreed uniform for boys was a white dress shirt, the same tie as the girls, khaki pants, blue socks, and a blue sports jacket with the school logo on the pocket. That is the uniform for boys in the upper school. In the lower school, the uniform is the same at the top, but lower school boys must wear khaki shorts, with high blue socks and dress shoes. I mean really short shorts. I look ridiculous in this uniform, but as usual, I have no say in the matter.

We have P.E. 3 days a week, and that P.E. is done in the school's beautiful, indoor swimming pool. Mrs. Thompson decreed that boys in this school would swim the way boys did in traditional English schools. That means totally naked. For the upper school, she arranged for the boys to have their own swim class times, even though the classes were led by the lady P.E. teacher, Miss Chavez. In the lower school, however, Mrs. Thomspon decreed that boys and girls would swim together. That's right. Whenever my class has our swim classes, we have 23 12-year-old girls in their smart bright red one piece swim suits, and one very naked almost 16 year old boy, me. The girls of course can see everything. Miss Chavez runs her class with her cane under her arm, and if she is not satisfied with my performance, it is out of the pool, hands on my knees right in front of everyone, and six whacks of the cane on my wet naked tushie, which just kills, it hurts so bad. The cane always leaves these horrible red welts on my tushie, and the girls love telling me it looks like I have railroad tracks on my tushie, with lots of giggles, of course.

You get the idea. With Ellen in my class, she is watching my every moment. My parents have put her in charge of supervising my homework, so she comes home with me every afternoon. Even if I don't feel like doing homework I have no choice. I hate having Ellen in the middle of everything I am doing, but my parents are thrilled with the job Ellen is doing, because my grades are getting much better. They even gave her a raise in her babysitting fees, to reflect the added responsibility. Ellen has even come up with a new rule. Spanked at school, spanked again at home. Of course, since Ellen is right there seeing any canings I get from Mrs. Goodman, Miss Chavez at the swimming pool or my crying when I come back from the headmistress's office after a worse caning from Mrs. Thompson, it is impossible to hide anything from her. So when I finish my homework, Ellen takes me upstairs for my bath, and before she even dries me off, she leads me down the stairs naked by my ear to the living room, takes the paddle from the wall, and gives me another spanking and 30 minutes of naked crying corner time before she dresses me in my cartoon pajamas.

My life with Ellen has become a nightmare, and I don't know what to do. It seems like she is almost never not with me, except when I am sleeping. What do you suggest? It's not fair!

The magazine’s response:

Dear Steve,

Thank you for writing again. We are always glad to get a new letter from you. Through all the times you have written, we have got to know you and we care about you and want only the best for you.

We are sorry to hear you are still getting spanked regularly, though. Those canes sound really painful, and hopefully you’ll behave at school and not earn canings too often.

Although you sound dejected, we think you are not seeing the whole picture here. Leaving your school and school friends is never easy, but look at how that was working for you. Of the 25 boys in your new school, you were the only one who wasn’t ready academically for the upper school. What does that say about the education you were getting? This may not seem very important to you, at your age, but we can tell you that how well you do as a student will determine what kind of job you will have in the future, and what kind of life you will have.

You may not realize it now, but you are quite lucky your family cares enough about you to send you to the best school available. Although it may seem strange to you, you are also lucky you have Ellen. You have once again remarked that she is only 12, but you really should get over that. It doesn’t matter if she is three years younger than you. This is not a matter of age, but of maturity. Look at how well she does at school (just like your little sisters), and compare how seriously she takes schoolwork with your own lack of application. She does not need anyone to make sure she studies hard… can you honestly say the same? That’s one thing where you can see the difference in maturity. Considering that difference, It is no wonder that she is the one who is in charge of you, in spite of being younger, that she helps you with your baths and your homework, or that she bares your tushie, paddles it and places you in the corner when she decides you need discipline.

It is not your fault that girls mature faster than boys, Steve. However, to improve your situation you first need to stop looking at the age difference and start looking at the difference in maturity. It does not matter if she is only 12. Compared to you, she is an adult in terms of maturity, and you need to think of her that way. Obey her, and do not be embarrassed when she bathes you or when she paddles your tushie. Just think of her as a young adult who cares about you. Sure, she is strict with you, but only because she wants you to do well.

We know it’s hard to get paddled at home on top of the welts from a school caning, and it’s not easy knowing that there’s no way she won’t find out. However, look at the results: you are getting much better grades and, believe us, making sure you do well at school is much kinder in the long run than just looking the other way. Besides, even if she were in a different school, she would still find out when you have been punished, since she would see the marks on your tushie when bathing you. So having her in class is not so bad, and she can also help with your homework. You can also look forward to getting in the upper school. Then you won’t get the cane on your naked tushie in front of the class, and you’ll have your swim classes with only other boys there.

Cheer up! Things are not as bad as they seem and they are bound to improve. You also got spanked on your naked tushie at your old school, didn’t you?, and in front of the class too, so it’s not like everything was better before. Do not make things difficult for Ellen, because you will only be making them difficult for yourself too. Be obedient and try to work hard and behave at school. If you manage to do that, things will only get better for you.

Take care!

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

Steven is immature for his age, even by boys’ standards. Like all boys who take Puericil, he is quite helpless. At 15, he feels he is growing up and would like to be treated consequently, but instead he is easily dominated and disciplined by a 12 year-old girl. I have had the opportunity to speak with Ellen regarding a letter she wrote some months ago, and she is a young lady with a strong personality and clear ideas. She will not accept anything less than complete obedience from Steve, and I predict many spankings in that young man’s future. All in all, he will be better off with such close supervision, though.

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Letter published in the It’s Not Fair section of the magazine called Boy Stuff:

Chris (16 years old)

Dear It’s Not Fair,

I hate Puericil. That stupid stuff ruined my life. A lot of guys at my school take it because their parents make them, but I never had to for a while. I’m one of the best athletes in my year and I’m on the school football team, and our coach says no one on Puericil is allowed on the team because it lowers your aggression, and you need aggression to play football. That made it easy to convince my parents not make me take it.

Me and my friends from the football team felt pretty good being nearly the only guys in school with hair so we gave a lot of the other guys a hard time. We made fun of them, but nothing serious. The worst we ever did was pantsing a few guys so we could see how hairless they were.

But someone told on me once, and when the principal heard that I was bullying other guys for being on Puericil, he gave me the school board’s new universal punishment for all bullying committed by boys. He made it mandatory that I take Puericil for the rest of the year.

So now my coach cut me off the football team, my friends are always calling me a girl or a baby for being hairless, and my girlfriend dumped me because she likes more mature looking guys. The only people I can hang out with who don’t make fun of me are the guys I was making fun of before. It’s not fair!

The magazine’s response:

Dear Chris, we are sorry to hear about your problems. Sometimes it’s difficult to deal with peer pressure, and because our friends are there we end up doing things we might not do on our own. We’re sure that when you stop to think about it you’ll realize that teasing other boys and “pantsing” them is not a nice thing to do. In the end, as you have found out, boys who take Puericil do so because their parents or other grown-ups want them to, not on their own account.

Sometimes, however, we have to make the best of things, and there might be something good to be learned from this. For example, do you think that friends who turn on you when you are in difficulties are the kind of friends worth having?

Do not say that your life is ruined. Being in the school football team is fine, but there are many other things worth doing, and much fun to be had. You should check some of the articles in this issue of the magazine for ideas.

Besides, many parents across the country are demanding that only boys who take Puericil should be allowed to be on school sport teams, so that they are not discriminated against for their lack of aggression. Who knows, if they get their way you may find yourself returning to the football team sooner than you think.

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

This is a letter published a few years ago, when the use of Puericil was a bit less widespread than it is now. It is certainly true that boys who take Puericil are less effective in competitive sports, since they lack aggressiveness. As the magazine’s response predicted, however, nowadays most organized sport competitions for boys only accept kids who take Puericil. The social support for rules like that is very high, since most people believe that good parents make their sons take Puericil, and therefore boys who take that medicine should not be penalized for it.

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Letter published in the It’s Not Fair section of the magazine called Boy Stuff:

Steve (age 15, almost 16)

Dear It's Not Fair,

I am sorry to pile on, since you have not yet answered my last letter about my new school and my babysitter Ellen being in my class, but this letter is related, and things have just taken another turn for the worse. You are really the only one I can turn to when these things happen, and it feels better being able to tell someone about what happened, so I sure hope you don't mind.

My teacher, Mrs. Goodman, assigned our class a history project, which we were supposed to work on in groups of three. Mrs. Goodman assigned the groups. I was assigned two girls to work with me, one named Betty Ann and another named Lisa and Ellen was going to work with two girls named Ruth and Karen. Most of the students made arrangements to meet at one student's house, and got permission from parents to ride different school buses to get to the agreed house.

Ellen arranged for her group and mine to meet yesterday afternoon at my home, since Ellen always comes home with me after school anyway. The other girls were a bit puzzled as to why Ellen's group as well as mine were meeting at my house, and why Ellen had arranged my group in the first place. You see, Ellen had not told anyone at this point that she was my babysitter, and I certainly never mentioned it.

So yesterday, Betty Ann, Lisa, Ruth and Karen rode the school bus home with me, Ellen, and my sisters. My sister Bonnie who is Ellen's age is in another 12 year old class, and they did not have this assignment. Betty Ann was the first to figure it out when we got to the house and the other girls found out that both of my sisters have keys to the house, but I don't, and what sealed it was when the other girls learned that Ellen has a key to my house, and that she comes home with me every day. Betty Ann suddenly blurted out, giggling, "Oh my God, you're his babysitter. He's a 15 year old boy and he needs a babysitter." Ellen told her that she was right, and the other girls picked up the giggles. Not my sisters, of course, They are used to the arrangement, since I have been babysat by Scott girls since we all can remember.

Anyway, we all had a snack, and my sisters, after visiting with the other girls for a few minutes, went upstairs to their rooms to do their homework. My sisters are allowed to do their homework upstairs. I have to do mine downstairs with Ellen, while she does hers. Our living room and dining room are one big room, so Ellen and her group sat down at the dining room table, while me and my girls sat on the floor around the coffee table in the living room.

We had just sat down when Lisa, who was facing the wall, looked up and saw (oh, good grief) my paddle. With a big grin, she got up and took it down from its hook. She read it (you remember, the paddle has engraved on it "For Steve's naughty (picture of a bear) tushie." That caused her and all the girls to giggle. Lisa smacked the paddle hard on her hand and said "Boy, Steve, I bet this paddle really hurts your tushie."

That of course started a game of 20 questions, as each of our visiting girls held the paddle, read it, and smacked their own hands with it. "Who spanks you with this paddle?" "My mother, father and Ellen." "Ellen spanks you with it?" "Yes, she does." "Does it hurt when Ellen spanks you with it?" "Yes, it hurts like blazes." "Does Ellen always spank you on your naked tushie?" "Yes." "Do you take your clothes off for your spanking?" "No, Ellen always pulls down my pants and lifts my shirt." "Do you cry when Ellen spanks you?" "Yes I cry. I can't help it. It hurts." "Do you cry as much as you do when you get the cane at school from Mrs. Goodman or Miss Chavez?" "Yes." "Do you rub your tushie after a spanking?" "I do after my mom or dad spank me, but Ellen makes me do corner time, and I have to put my hands on my head. I am not allowed to rub." "You do corner time? Where do you do it?" "That corner right over there." "Here in the living room?" "Yes." "Where does Ellen spank you?" "Also right here in the living room." "Don't other people see you getting it if you are spanked here in the living room?" "Yes, no one ever worries about who sees me getting it." "Can people see your tushie when you are doing your corner time?" "Yes, my tushie is bare the whole time, and like I said, my hands are on my head." "Is your tushie really red after a spanking with this paddle?" "Yes, very red." "So anyone who sees you in the corner will know you just got your tushie spanked." "Yes." "I wonder if your tushie is as red as your face is right now from answering our questions." Lots more giggles.

Lisa and Betty Ann then asked Ellen to spank me right now so they could watch, but Ellen refused, saying she only spanked me when I deserved it. She did tell our visiting girls, however, about her new spanked at school spanked again at home rule, which also caused lots of giggles.

Finally, everyone got over the paddle and Lisa returned it to the wall, and we all actually got down to work for a while on our project. Since we were working on our project, Mrs. Goodman had not assigned any other homework, so our two groups finished at about the same time.

I was desperately hoping that the girls would leave before Ellen proceeded with the next part of my evening, my bath, but after confirming that my group had finished our work, Ellen said "Well, since it is not a secret any more that I babysit Steve, I might as well get on with my next daily chore. Come on upstairs, Steve. Let's get you ready for your bath." "YOU BATHE HIM?" all 4 visiting girls said together, again with lots of giggles. "Sure," Ellen said, like a 12 year old girl bathing an almost 16 year old boy was the most natural thing in the world. "It's part of my job." "Can we watch?" Ruth said. "Sure," Ellen said, "Why not?"

I knew why not, but no one asked how I felt about it.

Ellen took my arm and led me upstairs, followed by our 4 visiting girls, and as she filled the tub, she undressed me, piece by piece, until I was naked as a newborn babe in front of my visiting classmates. Ellen put me in the tub and began soaping me, as the 4 girls stood directly behind her and didn't miss a moment.

Although these girls had seen me naked many times at the swimming pool in school, it was so much more humiliating to be seen in this setting, being bathed like a little baby. Also, being bathed created another problem As usual, when Ellen washed my tushie, my peenie began to grow a little, but when she washed my peenie itself, it got completely stiff, and the girls watched the whole thing happen. As hard as I tried, I could not get it to go down for anything, and the girls all had the biggest grins on their faces.

Then I was out of the tub and Ellen dried me off, my peenie still completely stiff. Also, I never get used to the girls all seeing that I have absolutely no hair above my peenie. Ellen hung up the towel and left the bathroom for a moment, leaving me with 4 girls grinning and telling me what a nice clean cute little naked boy I am.

Then, the worst moment of all. Ellen returned to the bathroom with my cartoon pajamas, and after the shock disappeared from the girls' faces, you could have heard the giggles in the next street. Ellen always puts on my pajama shirt first and buttons it up slowly, leaving my peenie and tushie bare, and then pulled my pajama shorts up, as usual with no underpants underneath, and my stiff peenie tenting the front of the pajamas. Honestly, having those girls seeing me in my cartoon pajamas was almost as bad as them seeing me naked. Not only are the pajamas very babyish, but they have both boy and girl cartoon characters on them, so here I was, a 15 year old boy, standing in front of 4 of my classmates in pajamas that have a mermaid, a princess in a pink gown and 2 girl super heroes.

About this time, the girls' parents started arriving to pick them up, so finally, it was just me, Ellen, and my sisters. Needless to say, the whole class now knows that Ellen is my babysitter who spanks me, bathes me, and dresses me in babyish cartoon pajamas. Ellen's status has gone up greatly with our classmates, and the girls now have so much more to tease me about. What can I do? It's not fair.

The magazine’s response:

Dear Steve,

Of course we do not mind your writing again. We are always glad to hear from our friends and readers. By now you have probably seen the response to your previous letter. Sometimes publishing a magazine is slow, but we always get there in the end!

Oh, my! That must have been embarrassing for you, having your classmates find out about Ellen babysitting you, and asking you all those questions. We are very proud of you, though. You learned from your experience at the doctor, and avoided making the same mistakes again. Ellen does not tolerate lying, and you told the truth even though it was embarrassing. That was mature of you. If you had lied, the girls would have found out just the same, and you would have been spanked in front of them. Lying doesn’t pay.

You may have noticed how Ellen did not punish you to show off in front of her friends. She would not punish you because you did not deserve it. That shows that she is a mature young lady, and that she deserves the trust your parents have placed on her. She can handle the responsibility she has been given in your upbringing.

Of course, it’s a pity that the time for your bath came before the girls’ parents picked them up. Clearly Ellen still thinks of you as a little boy, and sees no reason why they shouldn’t see you naked. That’s a shame (no pun intended!). She does have a point, though. After all, those girls see you naked at your swim class, don’t they? And also when you get caned on your bare tushie in front of the class. It’s not like they have never seen you naked before. Besides, they must have seen other little boys naked before, so it’s not a big deal.

You have nothing to be ashamed about. It’s not your fault you still need a babysitter. Boys don’t mature as fast as girls, that’s just a fact of biology. It’s not your fault you do not have any hair above your peenie, either. That’s an effect of Puericil. That medicine has been prescribed for you, and it’s not like you have any say on whether you take it. Do not worry about your peenie being stiff. It happens sometimes to boys’ peenies, and it has absolutely no importance. It’s no big deal.

We are sorry the girls got to see you in your cartoon pajamas. At least it’s better than being naked.

To look on the bright side, one good thing about all this is that your classmates already know about Ellen being your babysitter, so you no longer need to live in fear of their finding out. In the end, hiding things and living in fear is worse. Do not worry if they tease you about it. Some friendly teasing is normal, and if you don’t make a big deal of it they will tire of it.

We think you are getting more mature, Steve. It goes slowly but you will get there. Keep working and don’t be ashamed about things that are not your fault. Mind Ellen and show her you are trustworthy and obedient. If you do, sooner or later she will see your increasing maturity and treat you accordingly.

Good luck!

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

Ellen did act with maturity, not abusing her power over Steve. She could easily have shown off in front of her friends by spanking him, and there’s absolutely nothing he could have done about it. Good for her! It’s not like she needed to do that in order to show off her complete control over a boy three years her senior, anyway. She sets the rules for him, strips him, bathes him, paddles his bare bottom when needed, and always in front of whoever happens to be there. Steve is only a boy, so it doesn’t matter. Quite the opposite, in fact, since it helps keep his false boyish modesty in check. Steve should just accept the fact that girls are superior and stop complaining so much!

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Letter published in the It’s Not Fair section of the magazine called Boy Stuff:

Anton (16 years old)

I think it’s very unfair we boys are treated differently than girls when it comes down to nudity. You will see why it is when you read this. I have a little sister named Margaret. She is 3 years younger than me. Long story short she bathes me and has always bathed me the last 3 years. Before when we were kids our parents bathed us together. I didn't mind her being there and she didn't mind me. But when I was 12 and she was 9 our parents decided Margaret can bathe on her own but I needed to be bathed by our parents. I felt this was totally unfair! She is YOUNGER than me and she gets to bathe herself and I don't?!

Let me tell you it got worse. At 13 or 14 I hit puberty and I was changing. But I take puericil so I don't have any hairs. I saw myself getting stiffies with my peener getting bigger. My mom would bathe me and allow my sister to watch. I would be changing and given no privacy while I never got to see my sister. They took pictures and teased me and touched my peener until it became big and hard. I was always SO HUMILIATED! I was changing and everyone saw it!

Then when I was 13 and my sister was 10 my parents decided that she can bathe my now. She has bathed me ever since. She always washes with her hand and feels me up and touches my peener until it becomes bigger and harder. She would take pictures and send them to her friends. Then I would be asked embarrassing questions like does white stuff ever come out of it and how big it is. They would always tease me about my peener and told me how it kept growing. So I am here 16 years old bathed by my 13 year old sister who also hit puberty and I haven't been allowed to see her naked since she was 9 but she always sees me naked and touches my peener to wash it.

Let me tell you what happened last month:

My sister didn't even turn 13 yet but I was already 16. I thought of myself as a little man but my parents treat me like a little, helpless kid. So my sister brought her other friends who were also 12 years old. When it was my time for my bath my sister decided to bathe me with her friends. I complained to my mom and dad but they refused me. The girls took me to the bathroom and they took my clothes off. It was so embarrassing. There I was, 16 years old and bathed by preteens!

They all took turns bathing me and washing my peener. Then they all began to rub my peener really fast and I felt excited and white stuff came out. It was so embarrassing! They all saw me naked and told me what to do. After the bath they put me to bed and my sister and her friends continued in my house. My sister has bedtime later than I am. I am older than her and am bathed by her. I am SO HUMILIATED! Its not fair!

The magazine’s response:

Dear Anton,

We are sorry that your sister and her friends are giving you a hard time (no pun intended!). Some teasing between siblings is quite normal, but it’s not kind to tease you so much. Still, when you take their teasing so seriously and act all bothered by it you are only encouraging them to keep on. Teasing you is only fun when you react like that.

Perhaps your sister feels that you want to have more modesty than a boy needs, and that’s why she teases you so much. The fact that you mom sometimes joins in seems to point that way too. Perhaps it’s no consolation, but many studies about childrearing have shown that boys need less modesty than girls. Even when they act embarrassed, that shame is less deep, because they do not have the maturity to truly need a lot of privacy. We realize that scientific facts do not make your embarrassment seem less real to you, though, so we are sorry you are suffering so much of that.

Many parents believe that boys do not do a good job if they are allowed to bathe on their own. Even teenage boys like you often “forget” to get a bath or are not at all thorough when they get around to it. Since hygiene is so important, they often supervise their boys’ baths or bathe them themselves. Since your sister is getting older, it’s only natural that they expect her to help around the house. While she gives you your bath, your mom is free to do other things, like maybe preparing your dinner.

You should not compare yourself to your sister. Each child is different, and your parents know you best and know what responsibilities each of you can be trusted with. It’s true that Margaret is younger than you but, as you probably have studied in biology, girls mature much faster than boys. That’s why your parents trust her with more responsibilities, while they still won’t allow you to bathe on your own. You should not be ashamed about it, it’s just the way things work.

We understand it can be embarrassing when you go through puberty and your body changes but you still have to be naked in front of your little sister, and she can see everything, while you are not allowed to see her naked. Not everything is bad, though. At least your peener is changing. Some parents believe that boys should not be allowed to mature physically in that way while they still haven’t matured mentally, so they make them take a special brand of puericil that keeps their peeners from growing until their parents feel they are ready. At least your parents have not found that necessary!

Do not worry about what happened when Margaret and her friends rubbed your peener while bathing you. It’s a perfectly normal physiological response, and nothing to be concerned about.

All in all, our advice is not to let these embarrassments bother you too much. These things happen, and you should learn to live with them.

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

When talking with Anton's parents to get authorization to publish this letter, I had a pleasant conversation with them, and advised them that excessive boyish modesty is harmful for boys’ proper emotional development, and that it could be an early sign of rebellion. I explained that they should encourage his sister to invite other girls to witness his baths, and that bare-bottomed spankings were another good way to control teenage boys and remind them that even if their bodies are maturing they are still little children. Puericil makes boys docile and easy to manage, and parents should take advantage of that fact to make sure their sons remain under control instead of becoming juvenile delinquents.

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