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...
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...