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...
Exploring one person’s attempts to cope with life as an adult schoolboy. Nothing sensational or at all pornographic will be found here. All observations about how such ‘boys’ should be treated apply to consenting adults only: the author’s views on how child boys in the world today should be treated and educated are radically different. The author is utterly opposed to abuse, of anyone by anyone.