" O. K.," Paw said briskly. "I always say guests go first. So, Carlton and Micheal you going to assist me in teaching Demetrius the errors of his ways. And Micheal you be paying attention to every yelp and tear from this boy because you be getting yours soon. Now, first. I don't want this boy messing himself up during his chastisement, so Micheal and Carlton see that he purges himself."
Carlton and I tried to control our smirks while Demetrius couldn't conceal his look of horror. Ostensibly (that be a word I learned for the Stanford Test vocabulary)to be sure that us boys didn't _s_h_i_t_ in our pants while being whupped, Paw insisted that we take a crap first. Our crap was supervised by another boy. Like Carlton would normally supervise my pre-whupping crap. Whatever Paw said, of course, I knew that the initial crap was designed to humiliate and soften the boy getting ready for a whupping. There is nothing more sick or humiliating than knowing that your buddy is watching you at your most vulnerable, straining away, farting and expelling smelly gas, sweating while you think of the torture lying ahead. Well I if was honest, I would have to say there is nothing more sick or humiliating or in a perverse way more of a turn on.
" Go into the guest bathroom," said Paw grimly. Then, turning to Demetrius, "Boy. You better _s_h_i_t_ soon because we don't have all day. When you are done, you need to get Carlton and Micheal to wipe your ass."
"Wipe my ass," squeaked Demetrius, his chocolatey face turning light grey. "Wipe my ass, sir! Please sir, I can wipe my ass for myself, sir. Puhleez."
"Boy," said Paw grimly. " So far you have behaved like a baby. Not taking no responsibility. Not taking no notes home. Sassin yo mama. Men get to wipe themselves; babies have their booties wiped. You still be a baby."
" Please sir," gabbled Demetrius. "Please don't make them see my take a _s_h_i_t_. Please sir. I'll be good."
"Boy," said Paw grimly. "I don't recollect asking for yo advice. You talk way too much to adults, you hear me. If I had the time, I would whup you up side the head. But I don't have the time to waste on you. Carlton, you close to that dumb nigger. Kick him for me."
Carlton grinning widely raised one of his brand new tennis and kicked Demetrius in the ass. It wasn't no hard kick, but you knew from the dark flush on Demetrius's face how humiliating it was to be kicked by a third grader, while I his _f_u_c_k_ buddy was watching, nomesain?
His head hanging down, tears trembling at the edge of his lashes, Demetrius followed me and Carlton into the bathroom. Head still hanging down, he lowered his pants, his spotted boxers and clenching his legs firmly together, gingerly perched himself on the edge of the toilet seat. Paw came to the bathroom door.
" How the _f_u_c_k_ do you think them boys be seeing you doing your business with your legs being clasped so firmly together?" he demanded. "Get them legs wide apart, so they can see you. I want your legs as wide apart as one of those hos on Martin Luther King Blvd. getting ready to be _f_u_c_k_ed by their johns. Showing their soft pink gaping twats, waiting helplessly, passively to be _f_u_c_k_ed. You hear me boy?"
"Yes sir," snuffled Demetrius, a tear trickling down his soft, dark chocolate cheek.