The nice thing about being a user consultant at the University Computer Center was all the good looking boys, eighteen and nineteen years old. They were always under pressure, with deadlines to meet for their classes. They were willing to pay for quick help that only I could give. And I don't mean in money. Lee and Chang were two I'll never forget, hard-working and diligent Chinese boys. They would come in to see me during my consulting hours, desperate to get help to understand some computer problem. But what happened if the time I had officially available wasn't enough? 'Couldn't you just give us another half hour of help?' Lee said one day. He was a very thin, nervous boy, who often ran into difficulties with his studies, but was determined not to fail. 'I know you can't afford private tutoring,' I said. Both Lee and Chang came from large, very poor families. 'But if you are willing to prove to me that you really want help, I'll give it to you.' 'I'll do anything you say.' I walked over to my door and locked it. Then I picked up a heavy computer science text. 'You can learn a lot from this book. Two swats with it on the bare bottom, and then I'll give you the extra help you need.' Chang watched our conversation with a quizzical look on his face. He was a heavy set boy, much brighter than Lee, who did his best to help his friend. Lee walked over to a table, lowered his trousers, just barely exposing his arse, and bent over. I walked to him and with both hands jerked his trousers down to his ankles. 'Aw ...,' he said. I stepped back about eight feet, grabbed the heavy book in both hands, ran and swung with all my weight behind it, smashing the book into Lee's narrow thin bottom. Two thirds of his tiny bottom turned a bright red against the light brown color of his skin. Suddenly Lee stood up, and turned to face me. His face was red. 'You have still another swat to take,' I said. 'I didn't think it would hurt so much.' Chang spoke up. 'You can hit me instead.' 'You'll let me hit you so that I will help Lee?' 'Yes.' 'All right.' Lee looked at Chang with admiration on his face. He pulled his trousers up and stepped aside. 'I'll have to give you two.' 'I know.' Chang lowered his trousers to the floor and bent over the table. But what a difference. Where Lee had been thin and narrow, Chang was massive. He was broad shouldered and broad hipped, with a wide nose and a wide face. He did not have an ounce of fat on him: it was all muscle. His large, solid bottom was now turned up to me, but I knew at once I would not be able to conquer it. Let's do a simple calculation: 1.5 x 1.5