Is it me ?
Part 1"Gentle Beginnings"
I find it gruelling to remember the exact order of events all those years ago, everything I am going to assure you happened, just maybe not in the accurate order that I tell it. I had a happy center category puerility, being born into post war Britain, rationing was just ending, study was plentiful, youngster were on the whole well behaved and discipline at schoolhouse was real !
I must take in been 7 or 8 when I first got into trouble at schooltime, I kicked a testis through a window, I was summoned to the Headmaster. judge was Dean Swift, 6 strokes of the slider for the low gear discourtesy. However I had to ascertain as other boy received harsher penalisation as they were no foresightful first offenders. The system was 6 with a slider ( trainer you might predict it today ) for the first discourtesy, then 6 with a cane, then 6 with a cane with pant and pants dropped. I watched with revulsion as Alan, one of my classmates had to shed his pants in front man of us, the forgather reprobate, crimp over with his legs apart holding his ankles and suffer 6 stinging virgule of the cane. I had thought that he would die of shame, and burst into teardrop. Not Alan, he smiled all through it and the amazing thing was his"willie"changed ! It grew before my very eyes ! shady thing was so did mine, a new experience to me.
When I got domicile I stupidly told my dad what had happened, this earned me a endorsement spanking, for being so pudding head as to say anything. The effect of this was to stop me ever telling my parents anything that happened, in compositor's case I got smacked again. My parents are terrific and loving people who struggled to lend us up in a rapidly ever-changing world. TV was very new, most people did not make a telephone in the mansion, indeed many still had no fridge or wash motorcar too ! Very few phratry in our Greenwich Village even had a car at that time. tiddler made their own amusement, those lucky enough to let a TV used to invite the neighbor in when something authoritative was on. I can think back not long after the punishment incident at school Alan and his Sister were invited in to watch a new childrens program on TV,"blueness Peter"My older crony sat succeeding to Susan, Alan's sister, while I sat on the floor with Alan. He kept trying to tickle me, especially in THAT position, and of grade I got hard again. Later, when"Childrens hour"was over Susan and my brother went off somewhere and Alan and I went across the line of business to the Natalie Wood. There was a tree planetary house in the woodwind instrument, and Alan led me there. Once inside he proceeded to take down his shorts and gaming with his"willie ”, I was fascinated, apart from the one clock time in the schoolmaster billet I had only ever seen one other boy, my brother !
The summertime came and went,"dirty game"in the tree house became a daily happening, though all we did was louse up each other, and politely kiss each others willie and bottom. Once his sister came along and wanted to play, but the great deal, and smell, of the haired fat affair between her legs put me right off. She was 12 and had entered pubescence with wide personal hygiene problems.. yurgh !
September arrived, and with it a new school day yr, one that was to shift my life for ever. Alan stole some cigarette from the local anesthetic composition shop, and we decided to fume them behind the bike sheds at school. Bad relocation as the school caretaker ( janitor ) caught us and threatened to take us straight to the Headmaster. I cried and blubbed and begged him not to, promising that I would do anything to annul that, so anything it was ! I found out almost 40 years later, from Alan that it was all a set up, the caretaker had arranged it all with Alan but no one could induce known where it would direct !
Mr President Carter, the caretaker, took me, and a smiling Alan, to the kettle room, a scary berth at the skilful of times but when you had just been caught smoking it seemed like Pluto itself ! Once inside his"office"an oversized store room with no windows, and a doorway that was locked all the clock time, he said he would give birth to check that we had no more coffin nail, this involved what would now be termed a strip search, with consistency cavity search. Alan grinned and started to strip, but Mr Carter stopped him,
"I'll do that"he said and he slowly started to take away Alan's clothes one by one, while making a big show of checking the sac and groping him everywhere. Once he was done with Alan he started on me, I was shaking like a leafage, but my"willie"was enjoying it then my eye went to Alan who was still naked and was rubbing his"willie"up and down and obviously enjoying it !
Mr Jimmy Carter kept up the pretence with a lecturing about how bad smoking is, and how we needed to be punished. He asked if I wanted to be punished by him, or if I wanted to go to the headmaster for a full caning on my bare bottom in front of the shoal, for that, he predicted, would be the punishment, plus the Head would surely tell my parents ! This newsworthiness brought on new flowage of weeping from me, though Alan could barely hide his laughter ! I decided that nothing that Mr Jimmy Carter could do could possibly be worse than a public caning followed by a letter to my parents, so I agreed to his"punishment ”. I guess in a way I was right, Mr C. spanked me but the exclusively matter I felt was his other bridge player massaging my rock severely willie. Alan and I had many Thomas More trips to Mr Carters office, though it never went promote than us being naked and him stroking us and having us stroke each former ! Sadly we never once got to see him naked, or do anything more adventuresome. All in all it was a very tame creation to something that later took over my living, but that's for the next instalment !