These are part of a collection of stories sent to me many years ago now. They not for the faint hearted so please dont read if you are easily shocked.
In the summer of 1957 I was 13. I was a very dirty lad and my Father decided he had enough. He told me that I was as dirty as a puppy. That evening my father made me unfold a newspaper in our back yard. I was then told that puppies don't wear clothes so their was no reason why I should. I went cold at the thought of baring myself - neither my brothers nor Father had seen me naked for many many years. Firstly I was told to take off my shorts and give them to one brother, then my y-fronts to another, so I was just in my short summer shirt, long gray socks and sandles. To be half dressed was somehow worse than naked.
I then had to squat on the newspaper in front of my 5 brothers and Father. Everything was on view and I had started to grow hair and develop, my young brothers thought this was very funny and they were pointing and giggling at my stubby penis, testicles and spread bottom hole. I was told to deficate and that I couldn't move until I did. I heaved and pushed as I knew there was no escape from the punishment and soon I was sitting there red with shame and like a naughty dog - a small pile behind me on the newspaper and despite my efforts to control myself, a large puddle in front. The humiliation of this punishment in front of Father and brothers was terrrible. I just squatted there crying whilst my Father told me that this is what happened to dirty boys and my brothers laughed at me. I couldn't get it out of my head that now everyone had seen me forced to piddle and poo in front of them.
I was given pieces of newpaper to clean myself. My Father ensuring that I had done it properly and then I was instructed to collect up the newspapers and put them on the midden. Finally to clean my hands at the outside pump. My Father then got a slipper, hauled me over his knee and gave me a good beating. I made a fair noise and was sobbing and aware, but could not see, that our next door neighbours were looking at me. Finally when I was hauled up I saw that their two twin sons, who were in my class at school were also looking and certainly enjoying what they saw. I was taken by the ear and told to apologise for the noise i was making. My shirt covered nothing and everyone was looking at my stubby little privates and very red bottom. I was also in tears which was another humiliation for a 13 year old. Mr Carson, the next door neighbour, commented that he no longer beat his boys in public as he considered them too old. But my Father would have none of it. He made sure everyone saw me front and back, held by the ear and sobbing with the shame and humiliation before I was allowed my shorts back on.
I was teased mercilessly by my brothers but also, far worse, by the Carson twins who I later learnt had seen the earlier part of the punishment as well.
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