It's Not Fair

It's Not Fair 34

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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)