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Rules rule...

Like nearly all young boys, I am sometimes naughty. And when I am naughty, I have to be punished. Unlike a number of adult schoolboys, I do not derive my pleasure from being naughty: unusual though it may be among boys, I actually love obedience. So when I am, unfortunately, guilty of some degree of naughtiness, it is nearly always just the result of a little slackness – either a moment of carelessness or sheer forgetfulness. Since I am being brought up and educated along traditional lines, with high standards imposed on me, it is only to be expected that any degree of naughtiness – however slight – will result in punishment. And since I genuinely love obedience, and my great ambition is to be disciplined into becoming a perfectly obedient boy, I naturally do not resent in the least being punished quite hard (though always reasonably) for the slightest disobedience to school rules – even when the cause is no more than momentary forgetfulness or inattention. It is no more than a prope...
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It's a boy's life...

It’s Monday, so my day started with an early-morning Latin test. I obtained a mark of 24 out of 25; and so far from being conceitedly pleased by that result, I am ashamed of my failure – for which I shall be appropriately punished. If anyone should find it strange that I am not merely accepting the imposition of a Latin test but also accepting punishment for any lost marks, the point is easily explained: I am merely a young boy, only just eleven years old, so of course I accept such things. And I am at school, so such things are not just accepted but expected. (But isn’t this the middle of the school holidays? Not in my case, no: I don’t have school holidays – I don’t deserve them, don’t need them, and wouldn’t know what to do with them.) Now, since this blog is intended to tell the truth – and the strict truth, too – as boys should always be required to do, I had better add that I am in fact fully adult and fully consenting to the life I am required to live: it is required of myse...

The Need for Punishment

In former times (so my memory and general lore tell me), it was generally taken as a self-evident fact that boys needed punishment; today, of course, ideas are very different. For my own purposes, as an adult boy, I favour the old-fashioned view. However, I am not for a moment wanting to campaign for applying 'traditional' treatment to child boys living in the world of today. I am myself an adult boy, still (psychologically) living in the world as it was in about 1960, so different standards apply. My own need for punishment is radically different from what most people (including myself) would recommend for children now– but is interestingly similar to, though probably rather more extreme than, the general practice decades ago, when I was a child boy myself. I have become intrigued by the realisation that my attitude to punishment as an adult schoolboy reflects the sort of attitudes that were, at least implicitly, still current when I was a child boy, but which were increasin...

Please, sir...

I am an adult schoolboy. I am physically and intellectually an adult, but I am emotionally and psychologically a schoolboy (to a different extent at different times and in different circumstances). My life as a schoolboy naturally has to co-exist with my life as an adult. I use the term ‘schoolboy’ rather than simply ‘boy’ because it is the academic and disciplinary aspects of a boy’s life that interest me and that I need to re-enact – seriously, extensively, and regularly. In common with most adult schoolboys (or ASBs), I like to wear traditional school uniform (ideally, including short trousers), but (unlike many ASBs) I find uniform an aid to feeling and behaving more like a schoolboy – not an end in itself and not the most important aspect of school life. Similarly in common with other ASBs, I feel a need to experience traditional forms of punishment for boys (ideally, appropriate corporal punishment), but I am not interested in punishment for its own sake – only as a vital aid...