Dear James,
Sorry, but I'm swamped. I am getting your notes and reading them. To follow up on your questions, OK, I'll answer!
Yes, the boy "showed up" and when he saw the spare bed room, the kid literally got tears in his eyes and started to cry on my shoulder. He's thin, almost too thin, about 5'9", weights 120 lbs, extremely seductively cute but very shy, always dressed in those very over-sized T-shirts hanging out and floppy bell bottom jeans lots of guys still wear here. He's nice, very nice.
Sixteen is the legal age here, but this seventeen year old (and he is 17) looks and acts much younger (I made him produce his ID to verify his age as I am not "into" youth period).
The other guys are happy to have him around for a bit (we can always put him with my lady friend who has a teenage boy his age who might be more company for him) while he tries to get his act together. Mea ran into him in the super market where the kid was trying to find a job and just felt sorry for him. Like I do with anyone here, Thursday night, the first night he was here, he and I had a long personal conversation and I told him flat out that if I didn't like something he was doing, I'd warn him once and the second time, I'd spank him.
The look on his face was incredible, purse shock as it registered on his young mind what I'd said and that I'd meant it! He said he'd never been spanked before and clearly didn't want it now from me; but that's the way it is here. I made that very clear and he understood if he didn't like it or that prospect, we'd help him find another room for awhile. After his thinking a bit, he came over and told me he understood and hope I'd let him stay, but would I please not spank him? I don't play games and told him No, but if he didn't want to be spanked, just to listen and not to do anything to cause me to spank you! He seemed to think a while, then he smiled and said he sure hope he could do it and would try, then he flopped down on the couch beside me to watch HBO with the rest of us and hugged me. He looks like a shy thin kid that should have a skateboard in his hand and a disk man in his ear while flopping around the Mall! I looked at him and knew sooner or later I'd have his little bare bottom across my lap for a spanking. He's just at that age.
It didn't take long, unfortunately. He's not used to this style house and the issue of his cloths strewn around, rather than in the closet, hit the fan while he was lounging on the couch and watching TV. I grabbed him by the arm, as he started yelling, and took him in my room, took completely off his floppy jeans and the tiniest little black cotton bikini under briefs he wears, and stood him there with him trying to protect his good sized _c_o_c_k_ from view and talked with him. Sure, he promised and asked for another chance as they always do and he certainly sounded like he really meant it and I'm sure he did, but he'd had his chance. When his excuses and promises began to run out, I simply eased him over and spanked him soundly over my knees on his tiny young bare bottom. I told him I'd warn him only once, and I had. His little bare bottom danced and wiggled as he fought me for all he was worth that first time, but he was no match for me and he was crying quickly as I warmed him up real good.
There is nothing as satisfying and yes, enjoyable, as giving a boy like that his first ever real spanking across you knee. The lad goes from disbelief, to concern, to terror, to panic and tears to utter collapse in grief, but when he's then pulled up and encompassed in your arms as he cries his little heart out on your shoulder with his bare bottom read hot and red in your hand, well, he typically becomes extremely open, almost grateful, an very compliant and accepting of the rules of the family and the consequences when he disobeys. This one has! He learns the value of honesty and doing things right. He also learns about standing in the corner and thinking before he acts. That first time when I stood him in the corner to think a bit with his tight little red fanny visible but privately only to my eyes, he stamped he feet loudly. For that mis-action, he found himself pulled again over my knees and his first spanking continuing. he didn't repeat that mistake when I again stood him in that same corner maybe fifteen minutes and much sorrier later! This second time he'd learned that lesson and stood still, hands on his face, thinking and finishing his tears. A knew boy like him typically becomes very apologetic, respectful, and overly attentive to everything when he's told he can slip up his briefs and join us -- he certainly was -- but that that age, memories can often times be short.
His name's Bin. I've had to spank him twice now -- both times a pleasurable task I haven't minded performing. He's just hugged me and gone out with Mea to look for some kind of a part time job with the hope he might be able to get back to some part time school. It's 11:30 a. m. here. He's got the cutest, big brown eyes. He's welcome here and no problem, but I don't really expect he'll be here too long. He really should be back with his family and in some school somewhere, at least voc. ed.!
As for your question, kids are typically switched by parents, relatives, and in the public schools, but I don't know up until what age. I don't know why Bin doesn't seem to have been (although I suspect the threat of it was, in part, why he left his school in his area and came here). Folk here believe in discipline, but not violence. There is a major difference!
Hard to believe you're still sticking in out with that man, but I hope you know what you're doing!
Cal