It's Not Fair 18

It's Not Fair 18

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

Steve (16 years old):

Dear It's Not Fair:

I don't even know where to begin. I wrote to you a few months ago about my experiences in my new school which had been previously been a girls school. A lot has happened since then. First of all, I and my babysitter Ellen have both had birthdays, so now I am officially 16 years old and Ellen is now 13. Since I am now 16, I should be moving more toward being treated like more of an adult and not even needing a babysitter any more. The exact opposite is what is happening. I hope you don't mind me writing to you again, but it always feels better to put my feelings down on the computer, and you seem to understand me and my frustrations. When you hear about the last 5 months, you will understand why I am frustrated.

First of all, I must go back to the end of the school year last June. My grades for the year were good, the best I have had for a long time. I will admit that Ellen helping me with my homework every day was a big factor, and insisting that I do my homework even when I didn't feel like doing it, but I was once again tested at the end of the year to see if I was ready to move up to the upper school. I was really hoping that I could make the move, but my test results were still not good enough, and it was determined that once again I should remain in the lower school. The school was well aware of Ellen being my babysitter and my parents told the school to make sure that I was in the same class as Ellen again. My parents sing Ellen's praises all the time. Well, what about me? I'm the one who did the school work and got better grades. It's as though they don't give me any credit for it at all.

Then, my summer plans when school was out. I was going to a sleepaway camp in the nearby mountains for 6 weeks. I couldn't wait. Not only was I going, but I supposedly was going to be a counselor in training (CIT) since I was going to be 16 years old during the summer. What a great opportunity for me to show my parents how grown up and responsible I have become, and maybe get them to realize that I don't need a babysitter any more. However, since I spent the school year in a class with 12 year olds and it was determined that I was not yet ready to move to the upper school, not only was I not going to be a CIT, but I was going to be placed as a camper in one of the boy cabins with other 12 and 13 year old boys. The camp groups both boys and girls by ages. The cabins for boys and the cabins for girls group ages 8-9 together, 10-11 together, 12-13 together, and 14-15 together. Age 16 is the normal age for both boys and girls to become CITs, and each cabin has a CIT of the same sex in the cabin, who acts as an assistant to the counselor for each cabin. All the campers in the cabins sleep in bunk beds, either up or down, but the CIT has a single bed in the middle of the cabin. Then, the bottom fell out of the summer for me. Guess who else was going to the camp, and at my parents' suggestion to the Scotts, Ellen's parents. You guessed it, Ellen! Not only was Ellen going to the camp with me, but because of her "wonderful success" being my babysitter, and thanks to letters of recommendation from Mrs. Thompson, the headmistress of my school, Mrs. Goodman, my teacher last year, and yes, even MY PARENTS, Ellen was not only going to the camp, but she was going to be in a 12-13 year old girl cabin, but as a CIT! Unbelievable!!! I was not even going to be away from Ellen for the summer.

We went by bus to the little town where the camp was located, with Ellen in charge, of course. Listen to this. Ellen thought it would be a good idea and suggested to my parents that she should take my paddle in case it was necessary for her to use it. My parents of course thought that was a great idea, so Ellen packed my paddle with her gear. Oh, great!

The camp was beautiful, with fantastic facilities. It did not even have a swimming pool. It had a clear mountain lake that was so calm and clear that the camp had lanes roped off for swimming. The changing rooms were in a building right by the lake that also housed the arts and crafts room. But there was definitely a double standard there. It turned out to be a puericil camp, and every boy in the camp was on puericil, (the campers, not the CITs and counselors). Not only that, but the camp did not want to have to tie down the camp nurse giving individual doses of puericil every week, like I take it at home, so instead of pills, every boy in the camp got an injection of puericil the first day we were there, and we all got the injections in our tushies, with a really long and painful needle. We received enough puericil to last a month, so we only had to get the shots twice during our stay there. The camp clinic was in the same building as the camp office, and the air was so cool there that most of the time, the building did not need to use its air conditoning, so the windows were all wide open with only screens covering the openings. That whole first day, you could hear the sound of loud crying from the boys as the injections were given, which the girls, of course, found really amusing, especially since the camp director, Mrs. Bailey, had told us during our arrival orientation that the shots were going to be given in our tushies, so all the girls knew it. There was a lot of crying inside the building and a lot of laughing and giggling going on outside the building. I can tell you that the shot really really hurt and stung, and I cried as much as the younger boys.

During our orientation, Mrs. Bailey showed us a strap with the end cut into two parts. She called it a tawse, and she told us that this is what a misbehaving boy could expect to receive for misbehavior or breaking the rules. She also emphasized, to much giggling from the girls, that she only spanked on bare tushies, so follow the rules or else.

I have to admit that the camp had great activities, and it was a lot of fun, although it was embarrassing for me to be placed with boys so much younger than me. I was one of the strongest swimmers there, and won a lot of awards for swimming during the summer, but even there we had to deal with certain embarassments. As I said, the changing rooms were in a building right by the lake which also housed the arts and crafts center. The boys' locker room, however, had its entry door right against a sidewalk where everyone had to pass, both boys and girls, and the door opened out, not in. There was no privacy wall or anything, and you could see both the lockers and the shower room from the entry door. The door had one of those regulators which caused the door to close slowly, once it was opened, so the girls had great fun walking by and seeing boys either changing into or out of swim suits, or in the showers. Suffice to say, girls got to see lots of peenies and boy tushies, and there was nothing we could do to block the view. The girls' locker room had its entrance in the arts and crafts room, and there was a complete privacy wall there, so even if the door was opened while boys were in the arts and crafts room, the boys could see nothing.

Mrs. Bailey gave many spankings during the summer, and it was not unusual to walk by the office building and hear the loud cracks of the tawse landing on a bare boy tushie and the shrieks and crying coming from the poor boy feeling it. Mrs. Bailey usually spanked in private with the office door closed, although everything could be heard through the open windows, but if a boy did something wrong to a girl, such as bullying or dirty tricks, the girl was allowed to be in the office with Mrs. Bailey to watch the boy get his spanking. This often happened just before meals, and if a girl was present when a boy was spanked, after the spanking the boy had to go immediately to the dining hall, holding the girl's hand who had watched. The girls never got tired of seeing a crying boy with a red face entering the dining hall with a smiling girl holding his hand, usually with the boy rubbing his sore tushie with his other hand. Everyone knew that this smiling girl had just seen the boy get his naked tushie spanked with Mrs. Bailey's tawse, and the girl knew exactly what his red welted tushie looked like.

I only got Mrs. Bailey's tawse one time, but it was one of the most famous events of the summer and I never lived the incident down or what happened afterward with Ellen. Three boys in my cabin wanted to sneak out of the cabin to go swimming after lights out. I tried to talk them out of it, telling them that it was a really bad idea and they would be in real trouble if they were caught. They didn't listen, and were insistent that they wanted to go, so I decided that I better go with them, since I am a strong swimmer and could help them if one of them got into any trouble. We swam for about 20 minutes before we were caught by a girl CIT who was walking by the lake. She took all of our names and told us go get back to our cabin immediately. She followed us and reported what we had done to our cabin counselor, David. Boy, was he mad. She also told him that she was going to personally report us to Mrs. Bailey. The next afternoon, as we were gettng ready for dinner, an office aide came to our cabin and told our counselor that Mrs. Bailey wanted the four of us to report to dinner wearing only our bathing suits. We did so, and Mrs. Bailey entered the dining hall carrying her tawse. She walked up on the stage in the dining hall and called the four of us up. She also pulled a chair to the front of the stage, facing all the campers. She told the entire camp what we had done, how dangerous it was, and how we put our lives at risk by swimming at a time there was no lifeguard there. She said that if one of us had drowned, she would never be able to forgive herself, as the camp owner. There was nothing more important than the safety of her campers, and she would not tolerate any activities which put our lives at risk. She then said that she normally spanks in private in the office, but this was such a terrible offence that she was going to spank us right on the stage, so that any other boy who had any similar ideas would see exactly what would happen if he would try anything similar. Of course, it seemed to mean nothing to Mrs. Bailey that not only were all the boys going to get to watch our spankings, but all the girls as well. One by one, she took the 3 other boys, pulled their bathing suits off completely, put them across her lap, and whacked their naked tushies 12 times each with the tawse. All 3 were hopping around and crying after they got off Mrs. Bailey's lap, rubbing their tushies and not caring at all that their peenies were bouncing around in full view of everyone. When she got to me, she said that I should have especially known better, since I am older than the other boys, and I was too old to go over her knee. Thus, I was going to be spanked standing up, and I was going to get double my age, 32 whacks of the tawse. She took my arm and started whacking away at my naked tushie, and I just started moving around, since she was holding my arm. I can't tell you how much it hurt. By the time she was finished, all I could so was rub my tushie and jump around as I sobbed, facing the dining hall and giving everyone a non-stop look at my peenie, which had become all stiff during the spanking. Mrs. Bailey then told the entire camp that the 4 of us would be having our swim classes naked until the red disappeared from our tushies. This would be even more embarassing, as our classes were mixed with both boys and girls in the classes. We were then sent naked to sit down and eat our dinners.

That was not the end of it for me, however. During the meal, Ellen came up to me and told me that she had never been so disappointed in me, and she would be seeing me later. She was as true as her word. Later, after we had all showered and got ready for bed, Ellen came to my cabin. Boy CITs were not allowed in the girl cabins, but girl CITs were allowed in the boy cabins at any time, even if we were showering. Many times, girl CITs were in our cabins during our showers, even in the showers themselves, and that was not a problem. I was in my underpants only, and Ellen told me loudly, in front of all the boys in my cabin, that she was going to spank me every night for a week, so I would never even think about doing such a crazy and dangerous thing again. I thought she was going to spank me in front of the boys in my cabin, and I was busy thinking how embarrassing that would be. However, she had a different and even worse idea. She took me by the ear and led me out of the cabin and across the camp to her cabin. All the girls were dressed in either pajamas or nightgowns, and Ellen had my paddle on her bed. She sat down on her single bed, pulled my underpants down and off, pulled me across her knee, and spanked me for the second time that day, this time with my paddle. I howled and sobbed, and Ellen then placed me in the corner for 30 minutes of naked crying corner time. She then led me back across the camp by the ear, this time with me naked, back to my cabin and left me in my cabin, dropping my underpants on my bed. Ellen followed the same routine every night for a week. After about 3 days, the other 3 boys who had been spanked with me had returned to the normal color on their tushies, and were allowed to wear bathing suits again, but since Ellen was spanking me with the paddle every night, it was another week before I was allowed to finally wear a bathing suit during my swim lessons again. There was no end to the teasing I got.

Of course, my parents heard about the swimming stunt, and it only confirmed for them the fact that I still needed a babysitter. Thus, I am now in a new school year at the same school. The school has introduced some new 5 and 6 year old boys to the lower school, but I am still the only 16 year old in the lower school. There are 5 and 6 year old boys being hand spanked on bare tushies in front of the girls in their classes, and swimming naked in front of the girls in their classes, but for the second year in a row I am the only boy being caned in class on a bare tushie in front of all my girl classmates. The girls especially like it when I am caned by Miss Chavez in swim class. Although Miss Chavez also canes the upper school boys on naked tushies during her lessons, since the boys are naked for the lessons, there are only other boys in the class to see it. I get it from her in front of 23 other bathing suit clad 13 year old girls, and since I stay naked after the caning, the girls all get to see the welts and stripes on my tushie redden and harden. My new class teacher, Mrs. Weaver, is a big strong black woman who canes even harder than Mrs. Goodman did last year. There is no such thing as being brave. Whether it is Mrs. Weaver or Miss Chavez, I cry like a baby. It just hurts too much. One final thing. Ellen has convinced my parents that due to my "immaturity", I should relate to them on a more juvenile level. Thus, it was Ellen's decree, that my parents accepted, that I must once again call them "mommy" and "daddy". Other kids hearing me calling them mommy and daddy think it is so funny. It all seems so unfair. I was protecting my camp mates by swimming with them, to protect them if they got into trouble. I thought that it was a good and responsible decision. I also think that I am ready for the upper school, and above all, I am positive that I do not need a babysitter who still bathes me with the bathroom door wide open and spanks me in front of anyone. Please give me some good advice. I am counting on you.

It's Not Fair!

The magazine’s response:

Dear Steve,

We understand, and are sorry to hear, that you are frustrated. Those feelings are normal. You are at a confusing age, when your body is changing and you start wanting to be treated more like an adult but your behavior and immaturity is still that of a little boy.

It’s good that you are getting good grades, though. That is really important for your future. I’m sure your parents appreciate your effort, but they also know that you wouldn’t have achieved that on your own. Ellen’s supervision has clearly helped you, and you should be grateful to her. If she didn’t make sure you study and do your homework you would not have the discipline to do it. Not having that self-discipline means that you need external discipline, and you are lucky to have young Ellen to provide it. She not only takes care of her own studies without anyone making her, but she also supervises your schoolwork and takes responsibility for you and your wellbeing and discipline. She may be three years younger than you, but she is clearly miles ahead in maturity. That’s why you should not feel frustrated to have her in charge of you. In spite of the age difference you are just a little boy compared to her, in terms of maturity. You should think of her as an adult and accept her authority, because your rebelliousness is only holding you back and preventing you from learning from her and maturing as well.

It’s a pity you did not get to be a counselor in training, but it’s probably for the best. You still need a babysitter yourself, so you are not ready to supervise younger boys. We understand your wish to be away from your usual authority figures while you are at camp, but in many ways it’s nice that you had Ellen there to guide you. It’s too bad she felt it necessary to pack your paddle, but unfortunately it turned out that she was right: she would need it.

Your camp sounds really nice, with such beautiful scenery and cool activities! Being a Puericil camp is nice too. That way you do not have to put up with rough and violent boys who might bully you. Too bad you had to get an injection just after getting there. I’m sure it hurt your poor tushie, but at least it was only once a moth.

Don’t worry too much about the lack of privacy of your locker. Things like that sometimes happen, particularly at camp, where the facilities have not been designed with boyish modesty in mind. It’s not really important; after all we are sure the girls have seen naked little boys before.

We are proud of you for winning so many swimming trophies! It’s great that you are so good at that. Your work at swimming classes at school is showing. It must have been a lot of fun. It’s also good you only got in real trouble once. But, boy! You really know how to get in deep trouble, don’t you? It is cute that you wanted to protect the younger boys, since you are a good swimmer. That goes to show that you are a decent kid with a good heart. However, your behavior was not mature at all. You couldn’t stop them so you went swimming with them with no adult supervision? You knew the rules. See?, that’s why you are not ready yet to be a counselor in training? No, be honest with yourself, Stevie. Do you think that Ellen would have had that problem or made such bad decision? Of course no! She would have alerted an adult before letting the boys go, but that wouldn’t have even been necessary because she would have stopped them herself, just by simple self-confidence and authority. Being the oldest, you should have known better. You are a good swimmer, but you are still a child.

We are really sorry you boys got such a harsh punishment, but it was done out of worry for your safety. You should try to learn from it and mature a bit. The same goes for Ellen’s reinforcement paddlings. That must have been bad, but again Ellen did it because she cares about you and wants you to be safe and protected. Sometimes grown-ups (and remember, that’s how you should think of Ellen) have to be strict with the boys they love, for the boys’ own good.

So it’s bad to school now. Again, try not to be so worried about who sees you get caned, and worry instead about behaving so that you don’t need it often. Don’t worry about being naked in front of girls. You are not mature enough to be concerned about things like that. Plenty of girls have seen you naked, and it hasn’t done you any harm, has it? They are more mature than you, so it’s OK for them to see you naked. Listen to Ellen and work hard so that you don’t have to be in class with much younger kids next year.

Good luck, Steve! Your friends at Boy Stuff will be cheering for you!

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

I don't blame Ellen and the adults in Stevie's life for keeping him on a short leash. He is a nice kid, but he is completely immature, as he shows with his childish behavior and complaints. Like most boys, he obviously benefits from close supervision and frequent bare bottom spankings. His parents are lucky to have found such dedicated babysitters for him in Ellen (and her sisters before her, but particularly Ellen). That girl shows great promise and maturity, and her complete domination of the older boy very proper, considering her superior maturity. I loved how she took the initiative to give Steve a daily paddling in front of the girls of her cabin. It's remarkable how naturally she exercises her authority over him. She is a natural.

Little Steve even cries when given an injection, although to be fair Puericil usually has that effect on boys, making them soft and sensitive.

That sensitivity and lack of self-confidence that Puericil produces also tends to make boys more self-conscious and shy. It's not good for boys to be indulged in that boyish false modesty, though. They do not have the maturity to need privacy, so it would not be good to let them have too much of it, as it can become the first step towards self-assurance and rebelliousness.

I liked that the camp was run on modern pedagogical principles. Perhaps I'll send my own sons there this summer.

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