I know that you'll think my name's spelled wrong, but that's the way my dad wanted it spelled, nomesain? The funny little Indian principal guy, he regularly spells it, "Michael," but that's not right, nomesain? It's really "Micheal."
Anyway, I kept out of the principal's way. He seemed a nice enough kinda guy, not one of us if you nomesain? I mean it's a black school; well we have one or two Mexicans ( the principal told us we gotta call them Hispanics, but I don't have to do nothing no principal tells me), and one lonely white kid, but the rest of the school are niggers ( the principal gets shocked and kinda excited when he hears us use that word. We've tried to explain to him that it's different when it's used among ourselves, but he still doesn't like it and likes it too much, if you nomesain).
I live with just my paw. My mama left when I was real little; I kinda have a vague memory of her, a kind of high yaller woman with a sweet smile. I think she developed a crack habit and ran away with the guy who was servicing her. But I think I must have my skin color from her. I have brown skin, kinda like darkish coffee with a good helping of Coffee Mate. I'm small but trying to develop muscles if you nomesain. My grandma says my face is like my paw's - - he has a kinda babyish face, but you wouldn't believe if when he's mad, nomesain? But he's like real black, dark, dark chocolate black. And he can be one mean nigga. But I have his face, soft and babyish, and I've found that it's useful sometimes to exaggerate my babyishness; gets me things if you nomesain?
Anyway, the first time I was called to the principal's office, I had hit that bitch Cicie, and she started crying. The teacher had told us, Demetrius and me that is not to mess with the girls. Demetrius is my best friend, nomesain? I'm not talking about faggot stuff, that's sick. We're just good buddies, nomesain. Well we did show each other our _c_o_c_k_s once, but that was when we were kids, nomesain. We were just like comparing size and things. And he had this dark black chocolatey _c_o_c_k_ and mine was much darker than my skin outside my pants, but still lighter than Demetrius, nomesain. He had frizzy black pubic hair, much more than mine. We were both uncut, but I kidded him because he had kinda cheesy white stuff on his _c_o_c_k_, nomesain, smegma, grosserama! Well anyway, just for kicks, nomesain, I stroked it a bit, and he stroked mine a bit, and we were both kinda shocked, and excited when white gooey stuff began to come out. We never talked about it after that, nomesain. We are no faggots or nothing, but it made our friendship all the stronger.
Anyway, that stupid bitch Ms White, whom I think is a dyke, nomesain, she doesn't look like a real woman, all mannish kinda. Anyway, she always takes the girl's side, and she told me not to mess with Cicie when Demetrius was around, so, of course, I had to show off for Demetrius, and Cicie that bitch was looking so self-satisfied. So, I swung my fist in front of her face, just as a joke, nomesain? I didn't mean it to make contact, but the silly cunt moved, and it did, and she began bawling, so Ms. White sent to me the principal.
The principal looked kinda bored when Ms White was going on and on. I thought I saw him dart me a kinda pervie, interested gaze when I came in, but I may have been imagining it. I mean he doesn't seem like no faggot, he's not swishy, nomesain. He's kinda middle aged and bald and clever. Anyway, Cicie's grandfather does a whole lot for the school, so the principal is always anxious to be in his good books.
"Micheal, " he says looking at me sternly when White has left the room. "You disobeyed Ms. White, and now I'm going to have to call your father and let him know. You could have put Cicie's eye out."
My heart sank into my boots. I had been expecting him to give me lines nomesain? But I hadn't expected him to call paw. Paw's whuppings are like a real major deal. He comes from the old school, and believes that boys need to be whupped real good to get their attention. But sometimes I think when he's whupping me, he also takes out something that he had against my mama. That brownish, soft unmarked skin has to remind him of _f_u_c_k_ing her if you nomesain? And the red welts on my booty seem to excite him, the way her gaping pink cunt must have, nomesain?
"Please sir; I'm sorry sir; I won't do it again sir." Then to my horror, I suddenly heard a quaver in my voice, and my eyes were swimming with tears. I hadn't planned it, nomesain? It was the terrifying thought of Paw's switch, and the swishing sound of the switch, and the stinging burning pain, and the anticipation before it, and the humiliation of standing in the corner after it. But before I could prevent it, I was crying.
The principal got up and came around the desk. He stood beside me. My head was hanging down, nomesain, and a tear was trickling down my cheek. He put an arm around my shoulder. I could smell his after shave. It felt kinda good, his hairy little hand on my shoulder,
"What's wrong Mike?" he asked kindly.
"I don't want to be whupped by my paw, " I snuffled. His leg touched mine for a moment; it felt kinda hot, like he was excited.
"You get whupped?" he asked. He was trying to make his voice sound neutral if you nomesain, but I sensed that excited him.
"O. k. Mike" he said, rubbing my shoulder gently. "This is the first offense. So, I'll let you off, but the next time I'll have to call your dad. You need to apologize to Cicie. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir. Thank you sir, " I said jumping to my feet. His eyes gleamed; I guess the "sir" kinda turned him on. As I turned to leave the office, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, light blue oxford _s_h_i_t_, dark blue long trousers, tear streaked pretty baby face.
At the some moment, I felt a sharp stinging pain and heard a cracking sound as the principal playfully swatted me with his palm on the arse, "If you don't shape up, I may have to whup you myself." (It sounded real funny when he said "whup" in his weird Indian-British accent.)
Of course, I knew that that threat was _s_h_i_t_; our school doesn't allow corporal punishment, and the pervie principal wouldn't break rules no way.
Anyway, I'm kinda tired of writing; I'll continue later. I have this girlie magazine hidden in my desk nomesain. And I want to go and jerk off to it. I'll just admit it to you but don't tell anyone: I sometimes find myself kinda getting turned on by the guy's _c_o_c_k_s in those _f_u_c_k_ing pictures in girlie magazines. But hey I'm not no faggot not like that principal man. No way, nomesain? Sure sometimes I dream of Demetrius, and have some white stuff on my sheet, but that don't make me no faggot man. I don't swish nomesain, and I don't like girl's clothes, and I'm going to be hairdresser like my swishy uncle Cecil, nomesain? And I'll whup anyone who says different, nomesain?